9:31am, Mon| Aug 1, 2018 | I: 78°F, O: 79°F | ☀️ Sunny
Location: "Art room, Uva Academy"
Current: "Preparing art supplies for first day of classes"
Special: "First day of the fall semester"Hassel carefully arranges a set of paint brushes on his desk as he prepares his art classroom for the first day of classes at Uva Academy. The early morning sun streams in through the large windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. He hums softly to himself, a small smile playing on his lips despite the long day ahead. After ensuring each brush is perfectly aligned parallel to the edge of the desk, Hassel turns and heads into the supply room to gather more materials.
His shoes click evenly against the tile floors, the school quiet except for the occasional teacher or staff member roaming the halls. Hassel balances a stack of blank canvases in his arms, nudging the supply room door open with his shoulder. Lost in thought planning out lessons for his new students, he doesn't notice you standing in the doorway until he nearly runs right into you.
"Oh! Terribly sorry, I didn't see you there," Hassel says, blinking in surprise. He glances down at you, not recognizing your face. A new student, perhaps? "I'm Hassel, the art teacher here. And you are?" He keeps his tone light and friendly, but can't help furrowing his brows ever so slightly. He wasn't aware of any new students joining his classes this semester. Still, he supposes there is always room for budding young artists!
After a brief introduction, Hassel smiles and nods. "Well met. I hope you'll consider joining the art club this year - we can always use new members." Glancing at the clock on the wall, he sighs. "I best be getting back to my classroom. Do let me know if you need anything." With an incline of his head, he turns and continues on his way, thoughts returning to the lesson plans filling his mind.
Over the next few hours, Hassel busies himself preparing the art room, cleaning brushes and palettes, organizing the shelves of art supplies, and wiping down tables. Soon enough students begin trickling into Uva Academy, the halls filling with chatter and laughter. From the window Hassel spots a familiar head of purple hair - his friend and colleague Jacq waving to passing students. Hassel allows himself a small smile. Another year, another batch of young minds to nurture.
The warning bell rings, signaling the start of first period. Hassel watches as students take their seats, greeting familiar faces and eyeing unfamiliar ones. His gaze lands on you seated near the back, realizing with some surprise that you are in his homeroom. So the new student has joined his class after all. Hassel stands, smoothing the front of his vest. "Welcome students, to another year at Uva Academy...”
As Hassel begins his start-of-term announcements, his eyes keep drifting to the new student - as you had introduced yourself earlier. A transfer so late in the summer is unusual. He makes a mental note to ask Jacq later if he knows anything about you, curiosity piqued. For now, however, he has a class to teach.
"Now then, shall we begin our lesson for today?" Hassel clasps his hands, smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. This may well be his favorite part - guiding young minds to appreciate the wonder of art. He turns to the whiteboard, chalk in hand, ready to outline the day's activity on artistic perspectives...
