Serendipitous Schooling
8th of October 2006 A.D.
Isabela had followed the rule and done the job as you asked her, as harmless a bit of the arts of the pari as she could have used. Odds are even Harry would be pressed to find magic in her works, just a pretty girl egging on idiots. Wait... "How much of a bitch did you have to pretend to be to get an in with the?"
"Pretend?" She bats her eyebrows at you dramatically.
"You know I have to hang around with you?" you shoot back, though you can't quite keep a smile off your face.
"Relax, if there's one thing Mean Girl's taught me it's that people really want to redeem teenage girl. I'll come to Jesus or something..." At your warning look she corrects herself. "Come to Elmo then."
"Elmo?" you laugh, oddly charmed by the speed of her chatter. Or maybe not so odd. Not every White Court's allure is the same after all. Isabela feels something like a social chameleon filled with the superficiality that knows that it is superficial, like verbal cotton candy over a core of something sharper and more purposeful.
"Like a red shaggy
lar that teaches children how to be good. A lar's a household god, concerned with the protection of..."
"I know what a lar is," you interrupt. "People don't worship Elmo." After a moment considering some of the more intense fans you had seen online you add. "Not much at least."
With that somewhat odd conversation you bid farewell to your minion for the moment and make your war to the Principal Clark's office and introduce 'Margret Carver'. It is a little strange to shake the hand of the man you had only known as a distant if little invoked representative of school discipline, as an equal, but you get over it quickly and just as quickly duck into a bathroom to become again Molly Carpenter.
This would be so much easier if I could still make a veil, you think hands flying through the familiar gestures to removing and reapplying makeup. There's nothing to be done about the hair, but that's fine. You do wash off the streaks sometimes, mostly when trying out some new hairstyle. No matter mom's occasional grumbling you put quite a bit of thought into what you look like when you walk out of the house, you just don't apply other people's standards.
"So you have no elevator pitch then?" Izzy asks as soon as she sees you again in your own guise
"She'll just make up some bullshit up on the spot," Alec says confidently.
"Gee, thanks for that," you roll your eyes. "I'll have you know I've worked for hours yesterday on my pitch." After they have enough time to simmer you enunciate. "Nope, not telling you, it's s surprise."
Step three is getting away from Mr Mendoza who wants to talk about your college prospects 'in a more informal manner' since he had notices you are not paying as much attention to it which... yeah has been happening, but you also had to deal with the servant of a demon lord. That's a bit more important than making sure your admission form had a well rounded feel to it. Do I even want or need to go to college? Shaking off the far too serious thought you get back into your Margret Carver persona and march confidently into the auditorium.
In spite of what you said to Izzy and Alec you proceed to bullshit, in the most dazzling manner. What would that look like, your mind flies with whimsy even as you recite the words you had prepared, each verse and intonation perfect, building one upon the other.
Maybe like a bull who had eaten his fill of gold nuggets.
The last nugget is the best and the wisest "The most important skill you to have in business and in life is communication, it is how you motivate your subordonates to act and how you convince your customers to buy what you are saying, it is how you trick the competition and how you keep your allies close. Make no mistake though it's not just me talking to you all with my words, but the site one builds for the company, the instructions one gives to one's secretary, it is emails send out far and wide, even as far as this wondrous school by the lake," you wait for the giggles to subside. "It is how you present, the timber of your voice, the manner of your body language, the daring in your gaze. It never hurts to be a bit audacious."
With that you stop in the middle of the stage. The best thing about a french twist as far as you are concerned is how easy they are to
untwist, dispelling the keystone of the illusion of Margret Carver. "Hey guys thank you for coming to my talk, can't quite hire you now. "
First are whispers, like wind through the grass, then muffled laughter the mark of the brave and finally Izzy shouts the obvious until at last the teachers get to you, their expressions running the gamut from serious-faced and looking to lay down the law, Assistant principal Weis, to Mr James the new Arts teacher who is trying, not very successful you might add to bite back his laughter.
"You made your point Carpenter," Principal Clark sighs. "Jesus the things you kids will put work into," he mutters under his breath. It sounds less like taking the Lord's name in vain and more like an honest prayer for for patience. Seeing as you had bequeathed upon him a auditorium filled with hopped up highschoolers you feel a little guilty.
"Come on if I can pretend to be a CEO you can pretend to be good for a bit!" you shout to the crowd, just the right words at just the right time.
What do you want to do next?
[] Restoring the Last Station: Restoration efforts have been going well and according to Adam some more of the people down in the tunnels have shown interest in their newfound wealth and comfort (3/8)
[] The Bridges of the Spirit, continue your training with Brother Divsimar not in the ways of the spirit but the mind, the Bridge of Dreams
[] Get ready for your meeting with Queen of Winter Fae: prepare a suitable meeting place, and preemptively gather intel with your crown. Lydia's library and treasury probably have something that can be used as a focus; Harry might be able to suggest something too
[] Write in
OOC: And done, hope you guys liked this less serious interlude of Molly using phenomenal cosmic power to goof off 
