"Miss Hevnia, can you tell me how many times this month you've been late?"
The middle-aged female professor pushed her heavy glasses up her nose as she looked at the out-of-breath Hevnia standing at the classroom door.
"Sorry, Professor Arianna."
Hevnia's face was flushed red, her hat askew, and her cloak covered in snow stains—it was clear she had taken a tumble in the snow.
Of course, it was deliberate.
Being late or falling over were all part of setting up her persona.
Especially in this female professor's class, because the male professors tended to be much more lenient with her when she was late, letting her into the classroom directly not only because of her status, but also because of her gender and, importantly, her looks.
But none of these advantages worked on Arianna, who was also a woman; in fact, they might even backfire.
Therefore, whenever Hevnia was late for her class, Arianna would always discipline her.
