>"Business is all taken care of for now, Romana. Sorry to leave you hanging like that, but some things can't wait."
>"It's alr-right, I g-guess... Um..."
>She fiddles with her fingers awkwardly.
> "Say, Romana, what's the English teacher like?"
>"Um... W-well, he's, uh..."
>Unfortunately, before she can finish, the English teacher seemingly answers this himself by bursting through the door, rushing to the front of the class and posing dramatically.
>"HELLO CLASS how are we today alright today we will be looking over Tennyson's
Charge of the Light Brigade (a personal favourite of mine) so let's begin!"
>He's... Very enthusiastic about his work, that's for sure. He also has a vague English accent, but you're not entirely sure what kind it is. He straightens his jacket before looking out into the class and pointing at...
>"MISS TRELUNDAR would you like to begin reading for us?"
>Romana squeaks loudly as her name is mentioned, and quivers.
>"Um... Y-y-yes, Mr. Hopkins... Uh...
"H-h-half a l-league, half a l-l-league, half a league onw-w-ward"..."
>Romana eventually finishes her stanza, and someone else is called on to dictate.
>"Ah... Th-that was... H-he always p-picks me f-f-first..."