Katarina leaned heavily into the couch that she was snuggled into and closed her eyes. Jules had just left for the spaceport to try and contact Johnny through the tele-link, and it reminded the dancer that the problem still loomed over their heads. Her twin cousins, while adorable, woke her up almost as much as they did Sianna. At least Sianna was learning to nap when they did, such as now. It didn't seem like such a bad idea, and Katarina cuddled a pillow to her chest for comfort. Her simple, grey cotton dress made it very evident that she had no desire to go out and about into town. Instead, she had every intention to grab a few winks before the twins were awake again.
Amelia Malcom checked the card in her hand one last time before stepping through the gate and approaching the small cottage. Guardian/Next of Kin: Johnny Smith. She was a fleshy woman, a bulkhead of punctuality and no nonsense. Feet were clod in sensible shoes and her clothing was drab and matronly. She exuded teacherly discipline from the stern set of her mouth to the muddy brown hair liberally streaked with gray, which of course was secured in a tight bun. Heavy steps took her up onto the porch. A volley of three large knocks echoed from the door.
Nearing the edge of slumber, the knocking accompanying by the short staccato of barks nearly had her jumping off of the couch. "Shush!" She scolded to the dogs, and they instantly fell silent. "Biscuit. Off Patches." The cat had meandered over to lay against her sleepy warmth. Tail in the air, he walked away as Katarina made her way to the door. Who could possibly be knocking? Unlocking and opening the door, the woman standing in front of her was without recognition. It made Katie short to have someone unknown possibly wake up Si, or worse, the twins. It made her greeting less than formal, ".. yeah?"
Critical eyes looked the unpleasant welcome committee over. "Good... er, hello." The fling of the door had caught her off guard. Amelia straightened herself and adjusted her spectacles. "Good afternoon, I've come to see Johnny Smith regarding personal business. Please inform him Ms. Amelia Malcom is calling."
"Well, he ain't here." Katarina leaned slightly against the the door as she looked at the woman. She was reminded of her schooling days, and it just helped along with the poor attitude, "An' 'm his family, so I kin take his personal business."
Amelia bristled, not liking the tone or attitude. She was getting the inkling that all the Smiths were alike. "No, that is alright. I shall simply wait for him to return." There was no politeness. Just a brisk formality that brooked no refusal.
"Well nah, ya kin't." Her hands went to her hips then, "We dun know when he's comin' back, savvy? So if ya go' somethin' tha' needs ta be said, then come ou' wit' it. His wife jist had her twins nah bu' few days ago, so yer only creatin' a dis'urbance arguin' and bein' difficul'."
Amelia was processing a lot of information and quickly. "This goes against all protocol, but in a way I am not surprised." Continuing to mutter to herself under her breath, she removed a parcel of papers from her satchel she extended them to Katarina. "When Mr. Smith gets back... " clearly Amelia was not buying that story, "... please inform him that we do not view truancy as a viable part of a any pupil's education and that it holds true for his sister. All absences are to be accompanied by a note by the guardian on file, explaining due cause. And also inform him that such behavior from Natalia will not be tolerated again. She nearly incited a riot on Tuesday and shall have to see the Headmaster in regards to her insubordination upon her return."
Amelia Malcom checked the card in her hand one last time before stepping through the gate and approaching the small cottage. Guardian/Next of Kin: Johnny Smith. She was a fleshy woman, a bulkhead of punctuality and no nonsense. Feet were clod in sensible shoes and her clothing was drab and matronly. She exuded teacherly discipline from the stern set of her mouth to the muddy brown hair liberally streaked with gray, which of course was secured in a tight bun. Heavy steps took her up onto the porch. A volley of three large knocks echoed from the door.
Nearing the edge of slumber, the knocking accompanying by the short staccato of barks nearly had her jumping off of the couch. "Shush!" She scolded to the dogs, and they instantly fell silent. "Biscuit. Off Patches." The cat had meandered over to lay against her sleepy warmth. Tail in the air, he walked away as Katarina made her way to the door. Who could possibly be knocking? Unlocking and opening the door, the woman standing in front of her was without recognition. It made Katie short to have someone unknown possibly wake up Si, or worse, the twins. It made her greeting less than formal, ".. yeah?"
Critical eyes looked the unpleasant welcome committee over. "Good... er, hello." The fling of the door had caught her off guard. Amelia straightened herself and adjusted her spectacles. "Good afternoon, I've come to see Johnny Smith regarding personal business. Please inform him Ms. Amelia Malcom is calling."
"Well, he ain't here." Katarina leaned slightly against the the door as she looked at the woman. She was reminded of her schooling days, and it just helped along with the poor attitude, "An' 'm his family, so I kin take his personal business."
Amelia bristled, not liking the tone or attitude. She was getting the inkling that all the Smiths were alike. "No, that is alright. I shall simply wait for him to return." There was no politeness. Just a brisk formality that brooked no refusal.
"Well nah, ya kin't." Her hands went to her hips then, "We dun know when he's comin' back, savvy? So if ya go' somethin' tha' needs ta be said, then come ou' wit' it. His wife jist had her twins nah bu' few days ago, so yer only creatin' a dis'urbance arguin' and bein' difficul'."
Amelia was processing a lot of information and quickly. "This goes against all protocol, but in a way I am not surprised." Continuing to mutter to herself under her breath, she removed a parcel of papers from her satchel she extended them to Katarina. "When Mr. Smith gets back... " clearly Amelia was not buying that story, "... please inform him that we do not view truancy as a viable part of a any pupil's education and that it holds true for his sister. All absences are to be accompanied by a note by the guardian on file, explaining due cause. And also inform him that such behavior from Natalia will not be tolerated again. She nearly incited a riot on Tuesday and shall have to see the Headmaster in regards to her insubordination upon her return."