A Little Recuperation

[Ross Valkyrie]

The sound of slow footfalls on a polished floor could be heard as Ross wandered hopelessly around the staff wing of the school. A map in hand that looked like it had seen some serious shit, its viewer was having trouble containing the urge to tear it to ribbons. "I swear this school was built by rabbits or something!" he exclaimed before jamming the unfortunate piece of paper into his back pocket.

Scanning the long halls for the office of one Mr.Neville, the alchemist was having no luck. Finally, he gave way and looked through the next open door he came across. Inside there appeared to be a middle-aged man staring down a mountain of paperwork stacked on his worn wooden desk. Trying to retain as much dignity as possible, the brit spoke up - "Um.. Could you point me to Mr.Neville's Office?".

Without detaching his glare from the tree's worth of reports the official waved a dismissive hand. "Two down on the left." he spoke in a surprisingly aggressive tone. 'I guess he didn't expect to have that mound handed to him this morning.' 

"Cheers." Ross went on his merry way before ending up outside the office of Sean. "Mr.Neville? I was told to be here at half past?" he spoke through the open doorway.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Every new student’s file crossed Sean Neville’s desk within the first few days of the student arriving at Hammel. The psychiatrist preferred that he receive the files prior to the student’s arrival, so that he could assess who needed his services, who he would want to keep an eye on from afar, and who would be able to make it through the school without meeting him until a school activity or the senior sexual education seminar.

Ross Valkyrie had transferred from Kocher, and the reasons listed in the Kocher administration’s notes bumped Ross to the top of the list for people that Sean wanted to meet. The psychiatrist had no tolerance for abuse at all, but particularly exploitation of a child, and exploitation of a meta-human’s powers.

Unfortunately, greed was an instinct that ran deep across nearly all cultures and all time periods. Ross’s power was one that leant itself to exploitation. His transfer to Hammel was to ensure that nobody would take advantage of the boy again.

So he had set up a meeting with Ross for soon after he arrived.

Hearing the boy’s voice interrupt his thoughts, he realized that Ross had arrived, and he closed the file on his desk before turning towards the door. “Please, come in Ross, and make yourself comfortable.”