Repercussions or maybe not?

Seraphina's Pov

 Sitting across from Principal Astor in her private living room felt surreal. This wasn't just the typical office setup—it was the principal's personal space within the school grounds, and I'd been escorted here like some criminal.

 In my eighteen years, I had never been in trouble with school authorities, not even a detention. I'd always been the "good girl," the pushover, the one who avoided conflict at all costs, but now, here I was, sitting stiffly in front of Principal Astor, mentally replaying every moment that had led to this.

Astor's face was a mixture of shock and disappointment as she stared at me, and the silence stretched on for far longer than I would have liked, making my stomach churn with anxiety. 

My palms were clammy, and I was painfully aware of the heat creeping up my neck. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Astor spoke.