Mr. Aldridge

A warm, sunlit room filled with papers, awards, and the faint smell of old books. Behind a polished desk sits Mr. Aldridge, the school director – a man in his early 50s with salt-and-pepper hair and a well-kept beard. He wears a layered, slightly old-fashioned suit with a tan overcoat and gloves, a golden cravat knotted neatly at his neck. Though typically composed, today his face is bright pink, eyes wide in awkward surprise as he looks at the overly attractive parent Infront of him.