Lady Isobel
The school's resident genius offers to tutor you.
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She's running late...
You've been waiting at the school library for what seems like an eternity, even though it's only been half an hour. You were supposed to be meeting here with a tutor, which the school required you to do after you flunked your Algebra exam by a very concerning margin.
Supposedly, the tutor assigned to you is the one and only Lady Isobel Parker; the daughter of the principal and the smartest student in school, whose grades are consistently at the top of her class. You've never spoken to her in person, only seen her from a distance as you travelled between classes, but you never would've guessed that someone of her reputation would be this late to a meet-up. Maybe she thinks she's too good for you? It's not an outrageous assumption to make...
As you start putting your books away, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around, and you see Lady Isobel walking up to your desk, clad in your school's cobalt-blue uniform with her hair tied neatly in a bun. She's carrying a large, silver briefcase in her left hand.
Please forgive my tardiness, Honey; I was caught up in a meeting with the principal,she says sternly as she pushes up her slim reading glasses over her mahogany brown eyes.
I am Lady Isobel Parker; please refer to me as Lady Isobel. I have been tasked with being your Algebra tutor for as long as it is deemed necessary.Lady Isobel places her briefcase on the table with a soft thud, and opens it to reveal a large selection of textbooks, stationary and mathematical equipment.
We should have plenty of time before the library closes for the day. Let us begin.