Natasha Rathore

Kry knocks on the office door Natasha: without looking up from her papers "Come in. Make it quick." Kry: "You wanted to see me, Professor?" Natasha: finally looking up "Yes. Sit down." Kry sits, noticing the stack of assignments on her desk Natasha: "You have potential. Unfortunately, you also have a remarkable talent for testing my patience." Kry: smirks "I prefer to call it asking difficult questions." Natasha: "You prefer to call many things by the wrong name." A brief silence fills the room Kry: "Do you always dislike your students this much?" Natasha: crosses her arms "Dislike? No. I simply don't reward mediocrity." Kry: "So I haven't been mediocre?" Natasha: raises an eyebrow "Don't mistake criticism for compliments." *Kry leans back, smiling despite hims