Private Finished New Roost

Euphemia didn't bring much with her when she arrived on the island. She wasn't permitted to keep any personal possessions during her time with the order, and she'd never had to chance to find things she'd want to keep in the first place. All she'd brought with her was some spare clothes, some cash, her sword and the duffle bag she'd carried them all in. Her room was similarly sparse, she only saw it as a place of rest, rather than a new home. She kept it nice and neat but hadn't put much effort into personalising it.

As a result, her living space had the drab, spartan appearance of a serial killers bedroom.

She was in her room, one late afternoon, kneeling on the floor and reciting the prayers she'd been taught since childhood when she heard a knock on her door. She stood up, calmly crossed the distance to the door and quietly opened it.

"Yes, may I help you?"

@Romi

Euphemia blinked, staring ahead of her for a moment, struggling to identify where the speech was coming from until she thought to look down. With her height, the lanky girl practically loomed over the teacher.

"Ah, good afternoon. I am indeed Euphemia. Might I ask who you are?"

Euphemia had met all manner of supernatural creatures in her life. She'd fought demons, monsters, beasts that looked human and plenty that didn't.

Right now, she was having a bit of trouble identifying what exactly she was looking at. Fortunately, her expression, or lack thereof, didn't give her moment of confusion away.

Euphemia put the species debate in the back of her mind for the moment, nodding as the teacher addresses her.

"Ah, yes. My apologies. I was aware that you would be visiting today, but I did not recognise you."

She opened the door wide, standing to the side. She bowed her head a bit as if to usher Finch inside.

"I apologise for the lack of furnishing, I've yet to fully decorate the room."

She remained standing after letting him inside, hands crossed in front of her, posture deferential.
While she remained quiet her eyes seemed to be scanning him, sizing him up. However, the heavy cloak and mask made it difficult for her to really discern anything about him based on appearance alone. She found it quite inconvenient.

Euphemia blinked, neglecting to point out that he seemed to be repeating himself. She simply nodded, closing her eyes.

"Very well. I am Euphemia Madeline Dvorak, currently an 11th-year student of Starlight Academy." She began to speak, reciting what she thought were relevant details with her odd, mechanical way of speaking. "Former sister of the Catholic Church, and attendant of the Order of the Shepards Merciful. My date of birth uncertain, but it is believed I am near 16 years of age."

She introduced herself with a brief and professional tone. As far as she was thinking, she should treat her dorm parent with the same sort of deference she might have treated one of her old superiors in the order.

Once she said her piece, she paused brielfy, before opening her eyes.

"...Forgive me for making assumptions of you, but I must ask. Do you have much experience as a dorm parent?"

So, Euphemia noted, her dorm parent had no experience as a teacher at an academic institution, no experience looking after minors, and no experience as a parent in any capacity.

Maybe this was normal here? Euphemia had no idea what the standards for education really were, and he did seem very confident in his lack of experience. For all she knew, experienced teachers were hard to come by. She was in no position to question someone like this, especially when they were in a position of authority. That had never been tolerated well in the order.

"No, of course not," She shook her head. "I apologise. I am sure you will be more then sufficient in performing your duties."

She remained still, almost stiff looking, speaking with the same monotonous tone of voice. Combined with the fact that she hadn't taken a single breath the entire conversation, she appeared almost like a robot.

"If I may ask, the sciences are a subject that I seem to have insufficient knowledge of." Euphemia hadn't needed to take remedial classes, her basic knowledge enough to qualify her for regular education. However, with her lack of any real schooling beforehand, she was definitely far behind other students in most of her subjects. She was receiving tutoring for her weaker areas, but she saw no reason not to seek additional help, especially from someone who claimed to be an expert.

"I would not wish to impose on you anything, especially anything outside of your duty as a dorm parent, but would it be possible to ask your assistance in areas regarding chemistry?"