Katie
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@Machina Somnium
It had been a long time since Viktoriya had to consider that the faculty of the Academy needed an extra hand. And by such, the prestigious Arcadia Academy was looking for new staff members. The applications piled up in hundreds of forwarded CVs and job experience. Each came from all over the world, as lecturers, as well as mages who once taught at Arcadia, could find themselves finding any kind of work with much ease. This attracted many people from a variety of backgrounds, and Viktoriya, as the appointed Student Council President was to decide who to hire and who to discard.
"Isn't this beyond my station?" - Viktoriya asked to no one in particular as she sat in her office and sorted through names and looked over their CVs. She often underestimated the number of responsibilities rested upon the Student Council President. The actual principal of Arcadia doesn't even live on the island, yet he claims to be an observer in case the student elected government couldn't manage the school as well as Arcadia Prefecture. It comes as no surprise, as even the lowest graded mage on Arcadia is vastly more capable than most mages outside the Academy.
She had already had a few disappointing interviews with a couple of teachers who came from different Academies across the world. While they weren't terrible as instructors, they barely had the magical capabilities to keep up with the students and the rest of the carefully selected faculty staff.
Without further ado, Viktoriya sent word for the next candidate. It must feel humiliating for the previous teachers to be dismissed by a mage much younger than themselves, but it mattered little. Age had nothing to do with how talented you were, and if they had the audacity to complain, they were very much welcome to voice their concerns to her face.
"Grisha Medved... Nationality... Confederate? That's a surprise." She said astonished as her countrymen often wouldn't wander too far away from the motherland. On the Academy, the number of Confederate students numbered in the all-time low.
Once the doors opened up, Grisha was welcomed into Viktoriya's office. The atmosphere of the office was different. It was decorated like an old room where most of the decorations were made of wood and mahogany. She sat behind a sand-brown desk, expecting Grisha to take a seat in front of her.
"Grisha Medved. Welcome. I am Viktoriya Romanov I. If you will, please have a seat and let us begin the interview."
It had been a long time since Viktoriya had to consider that the faculty of the Academy needed an extra hand. And by such, the prestigious Arcadia Academy was looking for new staff members. The applications piled up in hundreds of forwarded CVs and job experience. Each came from all over the world, as lecturers, as well as mages who once taught at Arcadia, could find themselves finding any kind of work with much ease. This attracted many people from a variety of backgrounds, and Viktoriya, as the appointed Student Council President was to decide who to hire and who to discard.
"Isn't this beyond my station?" - Viktoriya asked to no one in particular as she sat in her office and sorted through names and looked over their CVs. She often underestimated the number of responsibilities rested upon the Student Council President. The actual principal of Arcadia doesn't even live on the island, yet he claims to be an observer in case the student elected government couldn't manage the school as well as Arcadia Prefecture. It comes as no surprise, as even the lowest graded mage on Arcadia is vastly more capable than most mages outside the Academy.
She had already had a few disappointing interviews with a couple of teachers who came from different Academies across the world. While they weren't terrible as instructors, they barely had the magical capabilities to keep up with the students and the rest of the carefully selected faculty staff.
Without further ado, Viktoriya sent word for the next candidate. It must feel humiliating for the previous teachers to be dismissed by a mage much younger than themselves, but it mattered little. Age had nothing to do with how talented you were, and if they had the audacity to complain, they were very much welcome to voice their concerns to her face.
"Grisha Medved... Nationality... Confederate? That's a surprise." She said astonished as her countrymen often wouldn't wander too far away from the motherland. On the Academy, the number of Confederate students numbered in the all-time low.
Once the doors opened up, Grisha was welcomed into Viktoriya's office. The atmosphere of the office was different. It was decorated like an old room where most of the decorations were made of wood and mahogany. She sat behind a sand-brown desk, expecting Grisha to take a seat in front of her.
"Grisha Medved. Welcome. I am Viktoriya Romanov I. If you will, please have a seat and let us begin the interview."