#proffessorsycamore

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   The young woman stood nervously in the room adjourning what she could only assume was the professor's office. It wasn't really separated by a door though, so perhaps this whole floor was the office? She made a mental note to get her bearings around the place as soon as she got the chance.

   The receptionist downstairs had assured her that she was expected, and that the professor- Sycamore, she reminded herself- would be here to greet her shortly, but a thousand worst-case scenarios ran through her head nonetheless.

                                             'What if her letter hadn't gone through, and he wasn't expecting her at all? She should have phoned before coming.. What if he was expecting her, but thought she was incompetent after speaking to her?!'

     That is absolutely a Swablu resting on the other's head. Maybe allowing her to lead the way was not the brightest idea, but it could not be helped. Trotting over to the poor man that has become a nest for her Pokemon, she simply gives a light apologetic smile.

  ”More flowers?” Sycamore glanced around his office adorning a quizzical look. He turned to his assistants but they simply gave a shrug to answer his unspoken question; he knew that they knew, there wasn’t a slight chance that someone left flowers at the lab without being spotted. 

      “These flowers are beautiful but the meanings are much more.” He paused then let out a laugh. “Dexio, Sina! Make a note for me to repay my dear secret admirer, shall we call them that?”

     Watching from afar, Lysandre's normally stoic face bore a smile. The professor seemed intrigued and happy with his anonymous gift. Lysandre let himself into the lab now, prepared to pretend as if he had no idea what was occurring, catching the tail end of the last sentence as he opened the front doors.

11am, and Sasha felt terrible. The flight from Unova had drained her and her pokemon, and being armed with a stack of paperwork, theses and mandatory research wasn't helping at all. Of course, Nidoqueen had provided adequate assistance carrying said papers - but still - she couldn't help the feeling that a Drowsee or two had gotten to her on the plane over from Unova.

"Простите, я опоздала- Sorry I'm late!" She huffs, catching her slip into her mother tongue and securing the mountain of books she was laden with, glancing upon her Nidoqueen with concerned eyes. She was an old girl, but she still had punch left in her yet. Sasha often wondered whether pokemon had the capability of missing each other, and she could certainly see that sometimes concerning her Husband's own Nidoking back in Unova; but that wasn't the point, the digs at Ambrette and Geosenge began a few days from now.

Sasha finally collects herself after spending a few moments fussing over the Nidoqueen, "The jet lag was awful for both me and my pokemon." Her voice with laden thickly with a  distinctly Northern and frosted accent, typical of the northern part of Unova. Cold and somewhat unforgiving yet still tired, retaining as much positivity as she could in her sleepy state.