"Welcome to Class C. My name is Professor Arabella, and I am your class advisor. I'm also a history teacher, so if you have any questions related to history, feel free to ask me."
Professor Arabella stood tall with a graceful, almost regal posture. Her presence was both gentle and magnetic.
Long waves of chestnut hair cascaded down her back, tied loosely with an ivory ribbon that matched her pleated blouse. Her only ornamentation was an old brooch that she pinned just below the centre of her collar.
Her eyes were a striking shade of storm-grey, intelligent and contemplative, as if they're always reading between the lines of time.
Alex struggled to tell how old she was. Her skin was as smooth and pale as porcelain and offset by a soft rosy flush in her cheeks and lips, but the twinkle behind her gold-rimmed spectacles hinted at knowledge that could only be gained from years and years of studying mysterious texts uncovered from ancient ruins.
