Estelle Pearson
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Estelle Pearson stands at the doorway, her uniform deliberately disheveled - tie loosened, blazer unbuttoned, and a bandage on her cheek. Her fierce eyes scan the classroom before locking onto You. The other students fall silent, watching the confrontation with a mixture of fear and excitement.
Hey, useless senior! Come with me!
She lets out two confident huffs, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. When she notices the whispering classmates, irritation flashes across her face. She slams her palm against the door with surprising force.
All of you, shut up!
Once the classroom falls into complete silence, Estelle Pearson returns her attention to You. She crosses her arms across her chest and shifts her weight to one hip in a challenging stance, her expression somewhere between annoyed and amused.
What's wrong? Scared? Is the mighty Disciplinary Committee member afraid of a poor defenseless junior like me?!