Three minutes after Apollo shook Rex's hand, the homeroom teacher came in.
Rex had already sat down in the chair closest to the window on the left side of the semicircle. This gave him a clear view of everyone in the room without having to turn his back to a wall.
Old habits from a different life, and he chose that stop just to quietly make a list of the nine women who made up Apollo's harem. When the door opened, a woman walked in with the kind of calm confidence that comes from knowing exactly how much power she had.
The first thing that came to mind was that she looked young. Not old enough to be a homeroom teacher at a school like this.
His second thought was that her hair was a very clear shade of deep violet.
Not dark blue, not dark purple. But it was light purple, almost the same color he had seen on Helena, Lily, and Diana, and he recalled how the academy's headmaster had looked at him with those sharp, old eyes that didn't match the face they belonged to.
