Queen Sara Memorial Academy, Lunch time
Elise Shevariet had hurried out of her biology lab to the student council room and hoped not to have to stay too long. Saturday trains were less predictable, and she did not have a lot of time to get to her job. Still, this was probably the last time this year’s and next year’s student councils would all be together in one place.
The council room was on the top floor of the Arts Center and had been there since the school first moved to this site; dark paneling lined the walls, and a large painting of Queen Sara of Penrose overlooked a large conference table. It showed her in middle age, shortly before she died, rather than the younger woman whose statue graced the campus green.
Several people were already there; the rest came in not long after her. After the elections, she knew them all at least a little although her loss for Vice President still hurt. From what she could see, the new VP, Neil Mayhan didn’t seem like a bad person, and he knew the new President, Anson Gramm, quite well. It just didn’t seem right to her – Neil hadn’t even been involved in the Student Council here at all in the past year, while Elise had been the first-year representative and had been on the lower school council for all three years before that.
Diane said a few words thanking her and the other class representatives, and Anson talked about his plans to ask the administration to soften the dress code. Elise understood the appeal but wasn’t sure what to think about it; her family was perpetually short on cash and rotating the same couple of uniforms, rather than casual clothes, made things much simpler.
There was a little business to discuss after, and then Diane formally passed the record books on to Anson. People were staying after, but Elise said her goodbyes and headed for the streetcar.