Early in the morning on a Tuesday, in a small apartment bedroom someone could be heard talking in a faux-confident tone. "Bellatrix Beyer, um- Bellatrix Beyer.. Bella Beyer. You can call me Bella. Shoot.. Don't worry calm down." The voice of this Bellatrix Beyer wavered as she spoke, sat in her wheel chair in front of a large vanity mirror. On the surface of said vanity, splayed out, were several forms and notes, and on the mirror were post its with reminder's of a certain time, and pick me ups.
Her green blue eyes searched the mirror's frame then her own face, littered with freckles and done up in calm makeup, her pink lips pulled into a small frown. Her light orange hair was neatly brushed with a braid acting as a sort of headband, but even though it was nearly perfect she still ran the comb threw it again, then huffed as she set it down.
"I'm very happy to meet you Dr. House, I'm Dr. Beyer, I hope that I can prove myself useful in the next few weeks." She smiled her best smile, and her eyes seemed to sparkle when she used the prefix Doctor on her own name. She was soon brought out of the trance as her phone began to beep alerting her to the time.
"Oh shoot-" She wheeled her chair back from the vanity and to the door quickly, pausing to slip shoes on her immobile feet and a coat around her shoulder and a blanket over her legs. And before rolling out the door, kissed a picture frame on the wall goodbye with two fingers. Rolling back after a few feet to lock the door, then making her way into the elevator and too her first day at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
Bella arrived at the lobby of the hospital to a bit of a crowd, all seemingly going to the same place as they mumbled to each other. Her ears picked up a few names, the most common was Dr. Gregory House. She followed a few people who seemed to know where they were going and ended up in a small lecture hall, unfortunately with steps, so she just wheeled her chair out of the way of incoming traffic and set down her purse on one of the desks in her row.
Her eyes danced a crossed the room at the unfamiliar faces all coming in and sitting down, some chatting idly, others silent, some looked to even be plotting. Bella grew more nervous and chewed at her bottom lip. She noticed no one seemed to sit in her row, perhaps wanting to get as close to the center desk as possible. Sighing a bit Bellatrix decided to not dwell on what was going on and instead pull out some paperwork she needed to finish.
It felt as though hours went by, waiting for this elusive House. Bella wondered why he would schedule them all here at 8 a.m., when he himself hasn't shown and it is nearly 11 a.m. now. Bella checked her watch for the time and closed her to rub them. When she opened them she saw the lower lecture hall door open, it hit the wall with a loud thump making her, and frankly most of the other candidates jump in alarm.
She focused on the figure appearing threw the door, his gate uneven, his expression seemed that of a tired man feigning anger. Everyone was silent including this man as he pulled with him a guitar amp, and a beautiful guitar, if it weren't for the obvious damage to the bridge. Bella put away all distractions and leaned forward as the man set up the amp and guitar and turned them both on. He sat on the desk at the bottom of the hall and started to tune the guitar.
And Finally.
"Sometimes...I am wrong." The voice was low, gravelly, as his fingers delicately strummed. "I have a gift for observation..." The guitar's strings were very off in tune. "For reading people and situations, but sometimes I am wrong." He repeated. "This will be the longest job interview of your life. I will test you in ways you will often consider...Unfair...Demeaning...And illegal.." He punctuated his sentence with two more painful strings. "And you'll often be right..."
Bella was entranced by the person at the head of the classroom, which by now she had guessed must be House, and hung onto every word that dripped from him.
"Look to your left, and now look to your right." His fingers strummed idly, before slamming his hand on the strings silencing the guitar. "By the end of six weeks one of you will be gone." He adjusted something below the bridge, before returning his hand to the strings. "As will 28 more of you.." He eye'd everyone down before a slight smirk arose to his features."
Silence...
"Wear a cup." House strummed all six chords, causing an obnoxious blare to ring threw out the classroom.
It was only then that the dread of what was to come settled into Bella.