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Could have. Would have. Should have. Wasn't that how the expression went? She seemed to remember her brother, Ryunosuke, using it in a similar situation. "Understood, professor, and no argument there," she said with another small head bow. "I'm...sorry...for what I did...I was just, just, just too afraid." But, at least she had gotten a few things off her chest now. It was all out there in the open so, at least with one more person, Kurumi didn't have to feel like she had something to hide.
Kurumi nodded as she listened to the professor's next words. She didn't want to turn this session into her own personal sob story, but it seemed like there was no avoiding it for now. "I wish...I could have grown up believing that," she said softly. "There is...an expression in my hometown, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down...and, well, I've always been the nail. Being different was never something to celebrate." So, with an upbringing by society like that, it was hard to think that anything that made her stand out as something to be proud of. Others were helping, her father, her brothers, Selina, Treyen, Jonathan...but it was still hard. "I'm not sure what all to talk about regarding it. Father has tried to give me ways of dealing with it...but...I hate being a walking mood ring all the time."
Yes, she was sorry. Isabelle could tell that, she really could. Kurumi didn't need to say it, although it was nice that she had. Giving her a warm grin in response, Issy shifted position in her seat.
"You don't need to be afraid of telling me things. Us staff are here to help you, and my door is always open, and my ear always ready to listen. In class or here - remember that." Just in case there was anything in the future. Being a child wasn't easy, especially one that was afraid of being different. But if she could help, then Isabelle would do.
Isabelle let out a sigh when the prefect explained about her upbringing playing a part in the way she felt about it. Of course it would. The way people were treated, and the things they were told, would shape the way they saw the world.
"I understand that," she said, leaning forward in her seat.
"But you're here now. Among people that won't nail you back down. Perhaps, with a little more practice, you'll learn to embrace it."
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Deniiz Joćo offered her a smile of his own too when she said Friday would work. Nodding eagerly, he wondered for a moment if only one hour would be enough. Though, of course, this was just the beginning. Surely their lessons would get longer as they got more complex, right?
"Thanks, professor." He paused, thinking whether their conversation was over. "What time shall I be there?"
Time. That was a good question. Tapping her quill to the side of her head, Isabelle had a think about it. Lessons in the morning, lunch, lessons, then dinner.
"I think late afternoon would be best. You all usually have a break around then, I believe." If she had memorised the schedule in the staff room properly.
She wrote it all down, before sliding the paper across the desk.
"There we go. I'll make a copy for myself, so neither of us forget."