Louisa had her bag slung on her shoulder, her jet-black hair into a ponytail and her shirt's sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was in a good mood today, unusually this year, and she actually smiled broadly at the sight of flowers and vases in the classroom. In another mood, she'd just scoff but not today.

"Good day, Ms. Bishop." She inclined her head at the swooningProfessor with the white flower in hand. Did someone give it to her that she clung to it so closely? Probably not, guys weren't into teacher women. That was what her aunt always said anyways. Besides, she didn't even know a thing about Bishop so she might as well shut her thinking mind and take a seat somewhere.

And she did.