Looking Glass Upon the Wall,

Who Is Fairest of Us All?

I am Morgan Grimhilde, the Dean of Students here at Disney College. My mailbox is always open for any inquiries, but please try your hardest to not waist my time.

[[Part of the Disney College RP]]

[[No gif is mine, just let me know if you want credit]]

Dear me

What have you all been up to lately? I feel it’s time to take a firmer grasp on this school.

Late night stoll || Open

Morgan was taking her typical walk after she’d closed her office doors. She’d worked much later than usual and decided to go around the halls of the school — Relive her days as a student. How odd it was for her. She thought she’d one day be Prime Minister or a political leader in the world. Instead here she was managing a bunch of students at the school that promised her so much. Tears were forming in her eyes.

She let out an exasperated sigh and decided to head back to her room when she saw it. There was an award for speech and debate in a gold adorned glass case. The plaque had just been polished and shone brightly in the dim hallway lighting. Her name was glittering at the top in large script. She smiled brightly at it and began singing the school song quietly to herself. There was a sound behind her.

"Oh!" she sputtered out with the startling sound. "I thought I was alone. What are you doing here so late?"

*a note is pinned to your bulletin board* I have returned from my vacation and I require you at once. -Morgan Grimhilde, Dean of Students

heart-of-the-hunter:

heart-of-the-hunter:

Humbert blinked down at the note for a moment before sighing and tucking it in his jacket pocket. He’d honestly hoped that she would extend whatever vacation she had, permanently. But of course that was just wishful thinking. Once he’d made it to her office, he knocked a few times before pushing open the door and looking inside. “You requested me?” he questioned a little gruffly.

Humbert paused, one foot in the hall and half of himself still in her office. When he turned to face Morgan, once he caught the intensity in her gaze, he took a step back inside, expression stoic, save for the crease between his brow. “What the hell are you talking about?”


She needed leverage over him, that much was certain. Something that would keep him here, something that would convince him to actually work under her watch. And even before her ruby-painted lips uttered the account she was alluding to, he felt a sense of dread clutch at his insides, as if her words were taking on a life and twisting his organs, squeezing tighter and tighter. The minute the word ‘father’ left her mouth, any sense of hierarchy and respect vanished. “That man was NOT my father. He was a power hungry bastard, exactly like you, and you’re insane if you think I’m going to let either of you fuck me over!” The words were ground out in a voice Humbert hadn’t used for years; strong, but dark and purposeful.

He scoffed and shook his head, “I’ll bet it made your heart ache. If you actually had one. People almost died because of just how heartfelt you were..” he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair, flinching as she touched him.

He forcefully slapped her hand away and backed into the doorway, chest heaving as his body tensed like an animal in danger. “You want to get me convicted on false charges? Fine. Have me arrested, have me thrown into prison. I’d have more freedom behind bars than selling my soul to you anyway.” He paused, his breath now coming in hard pants, sweat beginning to form out of the heated anger now fuming inside of his belly.

"You will never own me. Get over that idea right now, because it’s never happening. I don’t need anything from you.”

When he threw her hand away Morgan let out a surprised laugh. She was amused by the rise she’d caused him. “My, my, my. There’s that animal instinct I was hoping you’d possess. You’re very much a wolf in this forest full of sheep.” As she said this he started backing for the exit again.

"You keep heading for the door while I’m Not. Done… With you yet." She cleared her throat. Her voice tensed up that time. Her musculature and demeanor remained as calm and relaxed as could be, but that tone that she wielded so effortlessly stung when it hit you. It was authoritative and called for obedience. You could tell she’d heard it enough to learn how to use it, and she’d definitely had practice. Morgan saw him inch more toward the door and her jaw clenched. Suddenly the snakelike flicker was back in her eyes.

"I’ve seen you around the campus with my Step-Daughter, Mr. Huntil. Tell me, what are your intentions with my little Snowflake — What is she to you, I mean." Her eyes were cold, and her milky-white skin never looked more glowing than it did at this very moment. She saw a reaction in his eyes. Finally something she could use; A touch of fear.

"You seem to care about her, don’t you dear huntsman." The sinister smile returned. She’d found her bargaining chip. 

"I do say, security guards aren’t supposed to have a more-than-working relationship with students. This could get you in a lot of trouble.” She smiled at him. “And if I feel she’s becoming a distraction to the work I need you to do, then I may just need to remove her from this school. Permanently. And as her sole legal guardian and relative left I’d ensure that you’d never hear from her again.” She let a pause there, and silence filled the room.

"I’d do whatever it takes to make sure you couldn’t get to her — Or her to you.” The conversation itself was unsettling, but her emphasis on certain words made it very clear what she was telling him.

"So. What’ll it be, My Pet? Is Skylar a distraction to you?” She sat back in her throne. Morgan looked down at what she was sure was her new servant.

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*a note is pinned to your bulletin board* I have returned from my vacation and I require you at once. -Morgan Grimhilde, Dean of Students

heart-of-the-hunter:

heart-of-the-hunter:

Humbert blinked down at the note for a moment before sighing and tucking it in his jacket pocket. He’d honestly hoped that she would extend whatever vacation she had, permanently. But of course that was just wishful thinking. Once he’d made it to her office, he knocked a few times before pushing open the door and looking inside. “You requested me?” he questioned a little gruffly.

Humbert had tried to keep calm. He listened as she spoke of times long ago past, impatience lacing his gaze and body language as he waited for her to get to whatever point she planned on making. Her apparent royal status didn’t strike him as unexpected; she already walked around like the queen, her arrogance and self assurance reaching beyond a sickening point.


"So the students are peasants in your eyes. Doesn’t surprise me," he mumbled to himself, teeth gritting as he allowed her to go on. His already intense gaze hardened as she referred to him as her pet.


Once she’d paused, he didn’t even care about what response she expected; he was pissed, and he wasn’t going to back down. He rose from his seat, forcing himself into her view by standing directly in front of her.

"Let me make this perfectly clear to you; you aren’t the damned authority around here, Grimhilde. You aren’t the end all, you don’t run this college, and you sure as hell aren’t anything close to a queen. And I’m not your damned huntsman. Go find some other idiot to be at your beck and call, because it certainly is not me," He growled out the last words, then promptly turned on his heels and made his way for the door.

"It’s a shame, isn’t it?" Her words had a ring to them. There was something behind them. "Come back here, Humbert."

She had a look on her face, it was indescribable — unreadable. There was a tiny upturn in the corners of her perfectly painted lips, but she definitely wasn’t smiling. There was an intensity in her eyes that was exceedingly entrancing. It wasn’t rage or excitement. It was… Intent. It’s the look a snake makes before it strikes, the look that paralyses it’s prey. 

"I said it’s a shame isn’t it, dear?" Her tone was uncomfortably even for how she’d just been yelled at. Her face was glowing.

"I mean, just reading the reports was enough to make my own heart ache. So sad. I thought I’d do a little digging as well — Just to see if I could help put your mind at ease that it clearly was self defense." Her eyes flickered deep into his for a moment. A heavy silence was beginning to drown the room.

"But what I found all pointed to you. How could you do that…" She looked him dead in the face with a sorrowful look. "To your own father?" A dark smile took the place of her somber appearance moments before. 

"It’s all there in that file I was reading through on the desk when you walked in. And I have copies in case you try to get rid of it." 

She walked behind him and dragged her delicate fingertips across his shoulders. 

"It originally said it was self defense but… What I found here says you’d invited him over, and the knife he was stabbed with was purchased by you months before— It was a hunting knife, wasn’t it dear Huntsman? And the barman where he usually went to get pissed — why, he’d not seen your father in weeks! How could he be that drunk? If all that doesn’t sound like plotting or planned murder then I don’t know I what would.

She let out some soft tsks in his ear before taking a few gliding steps back to the desk and grabbing the glasses she’d filled. She held one out to him.

"I feel like you’re going to need this, aren’t you Mr. Huntil."

Any and all students I haven’t become acquainted with:

barrel-lester:

I get along with all of them. But Shegoimage

I don’t get along with most of my colleagues. Sadly, that is a truth of life. At least pass the message along. Send a few people you think would make good applicants. I need more of a force on my hands.

Ahh!

is-a-man:

Why did you walk in while I was getting dressed?image

It is my right to enter any students room when I need. I was going to leave a note on your bulletin board to come meet with me at you’re leisure. 

Oops.

Any and all students I haven’t become acquainted with:

barrel-lester:

*Smirk* May I have a list of the other officers?image

Let’s see. I think the only ones still faithful to me are Dean, Eris, Shego, Trevor, now Morgana, and of course you.

Any and all students I haven’t become acquainted with:

cinderellaglass:

Ella bit her lip then nodded once, trying to sound less nervous. “Yes, ma’am…” Fumbling around with her own shirt hem, she began speaking once more in a steadier tone. “Is this an orientation sort of thing?”image

"In a sense, yes. I am the Dean of Students, and it’s my job to oversee everything you little darlings do here on campus — and take appropriate action when you act out of line.” She smiled brightly at the girl. 

"What are you taking here dear?"