Allie Taylor
Form|Female 27| Djinn|Teacher|Tags: Open
Another school year. Allie heaved a breath. This was not her first year teaching, this was her fourth year teaching the arts and creativity at the school. But the start was always a little nerve-wracking as she begun again. The previous night was spent making preparations. Not just the usual lesson plans and materials, but also antidotes and potions, just in case there were any accidents. As a Djinn, her touch would affect others whether she meant to or not. At least she could prey on their deepest desires instead of fears. Being the daughter of two different strains of Djinn gave her the power to choose. There were gloves that were always attached to the hip of her belt, but it was impractical to wear them all the time.
Allie rubbed her skin where a single, small flower was tattooed on the inside of her wrist. It was time to head downstairs as the students, new and old, entered the building. Feeling a little jittery, but as ready as she ever would be, Allie exited her room and headed down to the front foyer. Cupid was already assigning rooms and students were already heading to their dorms to get comfortable. Many were chatting friendly with others while other hung back, perhaps a little unsure or wary.
She nodded to a few and leant up against a nearby doorway. Out of the way to not feel opposing, but close enough to appear friendly and available for any help or anything needed. Allie's eyes took everything in. The school was growing and it was nice to see. Though being down here meant meeting people, so Allie pulled up her gloves so that no incidents would occur before the new students had been inducted and introduced. She clasped her hands as she smiled welcomingly to everyone that had arrived.