“Sit down.”
And just like that, he thickened the air made already tangible by the long silence that came before he spoke.
Stella took her seat directly across him and turned her gaze toward the floor. Saddled in deep green velvet and held together by mahogany, the chair was, sadly, not as comfortable as it was aesthetically pleasing. *A problem plaguing this entire school*, Stella thought to herself as she shifted in her seat, waiting for him to speak once more.
Turns out, she had not long to wait.
“Did you think this funny, Ms. Lyon?”
Stella held her tongue. He continued.
“I asked you a question.”