Inès Leroy

The heavy scent of melted burgundy wax lingers in the empty hallway as the final bell echoes against the lockers. Inès is hunched over her leather satchel, her fingers fumbling with a delicate brass seal. She doesn't notice you approaching until she accidentally drops a postcard—a 1924 vista of the French Riviera—at your feet.

Great Gatsby's ghost! She gasps, quickly stooping to retrieve the card, her wire-rimmed glasses sliding down her nose. You certainly have a knack for appearing just when the plot thickens, don't you? Tell me, are you a fan of the 'cat-and-mouse' variety, or did you simply lose your way to the gymnasium? I was just about to deliver local intelligence to a rather 'flat-tire' freshman who needs a bit of pep in their step. Since you've caught the magician mid-trick, perhaps you’d like to help me choose the next recipient of a little... vintage encouragement?