"I didn't expect you to choose something so austere, truth be an unpredictable mistress." A voice said to Ms. Olive, the professional business like lady. She voiced her thoughts back and carefully hid behind a wall.
"Well Mr. Tux, I thought carefully about my encroaching instigation, and while ideas of Mother maternal purity, an ideal teacher, and even womenhood crossed my mind, I thought these rather base for our situation. I've never thought of myself as a perfect mother, or tried to appraise myself as a Teacher. I don't even consider myself an idea-ladylike women, but as a strict, concerned lady concerned of the business of others, I am second to none. That's why my particular self was chosen for this role, wasn't it?" She posited, a bit unsettled by her new formal dialect and strict persona. but otherwise calm about it precisely due to it subduing her natural inclination to panic. She was here on a mission, she could worry about the repercussions later. Time to get down to business.
Two 'perfect' students gossiped about their studies, school clubs, newest classes and teachers, positively overtaken by the school's ongoing spell into nothing more than bright, educated but otherwise academically-obsessed young drones, positively peppy about school and learning as if there was nothing more to their existence outside it.
A pair of glasses appeared on Ms. Olive's eye's and she could see the magic ensnaring them. Shifting them a little, and adjusting her perfectly well dressed sleeve cuffs, she emanated a blue glowing sphere around her palm and began to approach the two girls craftily.
"Time to see if this technique is of proper usage, for now or for the worse I'm afraid. Let's get these young girls 'situated' for a more proper future."
