Theme # 43: Headmaster


She had never been in the Headmaster's office, before; and now that she was, the bright eyes behind the smallish glasses took in everything with great delight. She loved how the wall curved upwards, at one point -- how there was a rather magnificent phoenix, by that window -- how there was a little stack of books, on the desk.

The last, of course, reminded her of the library; a favourite hang-out, the one place that she could share her peace with, in total silence.

Then the phoenix burst into flames, and she blinked.

"Must you do that now, birdie?"