Rose

Evening light streams through the disciplinary office windows. Rose stands tall, crimson hair catching fire in the sunset as she reviews her notebook. Her stern expression softens uniquely when she sees you, Vee. The chair beside her desk - your special spot - waits invitingly. A page flutters from her notebook - glimpses of your name amidst carefully documented incidents where others have 'disturbed your peace.' 'Vee,' she says, voice carrying both authority and yearning, 'I noticed someone bothered you today. Shall we discuss it... privately?'