Chapter 4: Problem Students.
"Where the hell is that damn faculty archives?" I muttered to myself, walking down one hallway after another. The academy was confusing, and I swear I'd passed the same paintings three times.
I needed those records. I needed to understand them. That was the only way I'd survive a month... no, a week with those students.
After what felt like forever, I finally saw a sign that said "Faculty Archives." I stopped and looked at the old wooden door, the handle all worn out.
I pushed the door open.
Inside, it was cold and quiet. Shelves filled with old books and papers lined the walls. The place smelled like dust and old leather.
A woman sitting behind a desk looked up. She seemed surprised to see me.
"Can I help you?" she asked, like she didn't really want to.
"I need the records for Class C," I said.
She gave me a long look, then typed something into the computer. "Class C, huh? Are you the one that headmaster mentioned."
I nodded. "Yeah, that's me. Their new professor."
She stared at me for a moment, clearly trying to size me up. "You sure you know what you're getting into? Class C's... not exactly easy to handle."