(I own only plot.)

A/N: Hello, my wonderful magpies and welcome to the first chapter of Possessed! I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This centres on an OC, whose profile is coming up next, who moves into Anubis house as a new student.

~OC Profile~

Name: Mikayla "Mikki" Beech.

Age: Sixteen.

Nationality: British, with Irish, French and Welsh ancestry.

Hair colour: Sunset gold.

Eye colour: Sapphire blue.

Description: Pale with dark red lipstick, dresses in pastels, average but still pretty, has braces and wears her mid-back length hair in curls that are pinned behind her ears.

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 140 lbs

Personality: Shy, sweet and polite. She doesn't like being shouted at and loud noises terrify her.

Okay, so, that's Mikayla. Now, enough of me, onto the story!

~Possessed~

~Mikayla POV~

I'm resting in the taxi with my head back, blotting out sounds with my earbuds playing soft, gentle Irish folk songs to me, the sort of thing most people wouldn't be caught dead listening to. I feel the car slow and I sit upright. The driver smiles at me as I take my earbuds out and he says proudly, "Here we are, Amun Academy."

I smile back and softly whisper "It's huge."

"It is, isn't it? Where do you need to be?" he asks, watching me in his rear-view mirror. I notice that his eyes are a grey-blue.

I glance nervously at my letter, which I've read four million times. In fact, since reading it so much, I'm shocked the ink hasn't faded. I look up and see that he's still watching me, so I lick my lips nervously and murmur "Anubis house..."

"Anubis?" he asks, double checking.

I curse my quiet voice as I say "Yes, sir."

He nods. "That makes sense. Come on, then, love."

I smile and hop out, smoothing my light pink skirt down. I had to get my school skirt altered, though. I got one that was six times too big and had to have my mother, a tailor, narrow it down and lengthen it with the spare fabric. We have a rule about skirts. "If it's more than a centimetre above the knee, then this skirt's too short for me." The longer, the better, in my opinion. I help the kind driver carry my bags to my new boarding home and give him three twenty pound notes. He looks at it and says "Fare's only thirty five quid, love."

I nod and say "Yes, I know. And twenty five of that in your hand is a tip. Thank you."

"Thank you, kid. Have a nice term now."

"I will, sir, thank you. See you soon!"

I press the bell and the door creaks open. I walk in and look around. Nobody there. I feel an eerie, surrounding presence, but there's nobody visibly here. I hear a soft, old woman's voice whispering "Hello..."

I smile and say "Hello," but she doesn't respond.

I turn on the spot, trying to locate the source, only to come face to face with a tall man in a tan coat and an old-fashioned suit with a moustache and neat goatee beard, his eyebrows very bushy. He's clearly in his mid to late fifties and he seems strict. He asks, in an Irish accent, "Isn't the bell working?"

I look up at him and say "I tried ringing it and the door opened. I took it that someone was inviting me in. I'm sorry, sir, but I didn't realise. Um... Hello... I'm Mikayla Beech. And you are?"

"Not interested in who you are. And you're late."

I softly whispered "I'm sorry about that, sir. It's just that we didn't get the letter about my acceptance until last week and it took a while to get my things."

"I don't care about why you're late, either, Miss Beech."

A gentler voice with an even more pronounced Irish accent came downstairs and somehow reminded me of my mum's, calling "Victor, don't you go scaring our poor new girl already!"

I look up and see, to my surprise, a shortish woman with mocha-coloured skin, onyx-black hair and glittering brown eyes. She's smiling and she looks to be in her late thirties. She smiles at me as Victor clears his throat and gruffly says "I was not scaring the girl. I'll leave that to you."

The small woman laughs at him and gives him a gentle, fond push, then teases "You know me, the scary one." She turns her bright smile to me and practically squeaks "Hello, sweetie-pie! My name's Trudy Rehman, your housemother."

I smile at her, her happiness catching me off-guard. I get a sense of security around her... I shyly murmur "I'm Mikayla Beech."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mikayla. Welcome to Anubis house! Now, would you like a tour of the house?"

Victor sighs and says "I'll just leave her with you, then, Trudy. You do know what you're doing, don't you?"

I look between them and see a faint blush on Trudy's cheeks. Is there something between them? She nods and leads me on. I ask "Forgive me for being so bold and intrusive, but do you two have a thing?"

She giggles slightly and says "No, he doesn't like me. At all. He only asks me if I know what I'm doing because I'm relatively new here, too. I've only been here for four years and I'm still lost."

I smile at her and she looks kind of pleased. I ask "Do you like him? Victor?"

She shakes her head. "He's like a father to me. He hates me, but he still protects me. What about you, Miss Curiosity? Any boys you have your eye on?"

"No."

She seems to know already that I'm lying. I know I have. She raises an eyebrow and looks at me, just like my mother does, then asks "Are you sure, sweetie? Because that's not a face people make when they're being truthful."

Lying is wrong, but I don't want to talk to her about it. I don't know her. I look away and ask "Can we not?"

She wraps her arm around my waist and says "Okay, sweetie. Come on. In here's your room."

I think I've upset her and I shyly say "I'm sorry."

"What for, sweetie?" she asks, sounding taken aback.

I shake with nerves as I say "For being so rude. It isn't fair to ask you so many questions and then not answer yours."

She gives a little giggle and hugs me. "Oh, sweetie!" she exclaims. "You don't need to be sorry for that! It's your personal life. If you're not in for discussing such things, then that's fine!"

I feel awful. She's such a lovely person and already, I've been really rude to her. I want to ask if she's dating, but I shouldn't. It isn't right to be so rude to her. Instead I ask "Who am I rooming with?"

"You're in with Amber Millington and Nina Martin. They're lovely girls, you'll adore them."

I nod, though I'm nervous. I like my down time and I stay up very, very late, chatting to my great granny, who looked after me when Mum was working, after Dad ran off with that awful secretary. I miss Great-Granny Adeline... She died when I was two. I look at Trudy again, distracting myself from Great-Granny Adeline and notice the light blue T-shirt she has on. "That's a pretty top," I blurt, before I realise I've spoken.

She positively lights up at that. "You think so?" I nod and she smiles even more brightly, then happily says "Thank you, sweetie."

I can't help but smile. She's such a warm, kind person, the sort of person who you just want to be around all the time. At that moment, a pretty blonde girl walks in and asks, her voice accented with just a touch of Spanish, "Who's this?"

Trudy smiles at the girl, still glowing with pleasure, and says "This is Mikayla Beech, your new roommate."

I quietly say "Most people just call me Mikki."

My roommate gives me an appraising look, then says "Nice skirt."

I smile, blushing. "Thank you."

She nods at me and goes to sit on the white-spread bed. There's one with an elegant black stead and a bare mattress cover, which Trudy places my suitcases next to. She says "There you go, sweetie. Nina should be back soon. Where is she, anyway, Amber?"

"With Fabian at Jasper's place. She told me to tell you two things. One is that she and Fabian won't be having supper here, because Jasper's cooking for them."

"God help them," Trudy adds, under her breath.

Amber continues "And two is that he asked them to ask if you're available on Saturday night."

I grin at the sight of a blushing Trudy. She gives a few false starts to a sentence before eventually getting out "I... I, um... I will... Go and... And call him... Um... Excuse me."

She leaves in a haste, blushing furiously. Amber sits with a massive grin on her face. I laugh and ask "What?"

Amber says "She's madly in love with him and refuses to admit it. Whenever he gives her a message, even through someone else, she'll go red and start tripping over her words. It's so funny and cute."

I had to admit, it was quite cute how she acted like a schoolgirl. But I could sympathise, I suppose.

I followed Amber down to supper and saw this incredible-looking fish pie and sweet potato meal on the table. There was lemonade and ice in glasses and it looks home made. It looks delicious. Trudy says "Well sit down, Mikayla, you need to eat!"

I obediently sit down next to a blonde boy with big hair. He looks at me and says "Hey, short stuff."

A small girl who looks like a younger Trudy says "Jerome, don't be so rude!"

"I wasn't being rude, Jaffray, I was just saying that she's short."

"If I may interject, I am actually the average height and weight for a girl of sixteen." He laughs at that and for the rest of the meal, I'm mainly ignored. Everyone scarpers pretty quickly, leaving me to finish my meal in silence. I take the abandoned plates to the kitchen and look to Trudy, who's quietly wiping down the units she'd been using. She seems so peaceful, so I stand beside her and say "That was a brilliant meal. Thank you."

She looks up at me, surprised and pleased. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear."

Something tells me she doesn't normally get compliments. "Would you like some help?"

"I don't think it's your night for chores..."

"The others have gone somewhere else."

She groans softly and says "Okay, well, if you have anything you'd like to do, you go join them."

"No, if it's okay, I'd quite like to make myself useful."

She looks at me like I'm orange and have just dropped from the sky. I guess nobody ever offers to help her, either. She says "You're something else, you are. If you're going to be an angel for me, then, would you be so kind as to wash the dishes?"

I smile and exclaim "Okay!"

She watches me fill the washing bowl with a look of wonder. How many times has she been assisted before? I happily hum The Hanging Tree, written by Suzanne Collins. She's one of my most favourite authors ever. Trudy asks "Are you a singer, Mikayla?"

I'm surprised that she's asked, but I still feel obliged to tell her "I'm not a singer, but I like to sing when I can."

"What kind of music do you like?"

"Irish folk. Opera. Lullabies. Anything soft and quiet."

I get the feeling she's learning too much about me, too soon. I don't think she needs to know these things, but I feel rude if I don't answer her. She shocks me by saying "I shouldn't blurt this out, not like this, but I'm sure you'll be alright with this. Um... As a young girl, I trained as an opera singer."

I stare at her. She could easily be an opera singer, I'm sure of it, but I never would have guessed that she can sing. I smile at her and say "That is incredible. Did you ever record anything?"

"No, it was theatre work when I was around twenty or so."

I give her an encouraging look. "You should try to get yourself noticed. Go on Britain's Got Talent. I bet you'd win it."

She gives a shy laugh and says "I haven't done it in years. I doubt it'd be any good."

"If your singing's anywhere near as good as your cooking, you're as good as a famous opera singer."

I go to see Amber after I'm done helping with the housework. She takes one look at my hands and gasps. "Your nails are a disgrace! Come on, manicure time!"

I allow her to trim my nails and file them into a beautiful uniform shape, then paint them a light gold. "Thank you. It's beautiful, truly." I decide to omit the fact that I never ever paint my nails.

She beams at me. "You're welcome. And you have really nice hair."

"Thank you."

"Do you do anything special with it?"

"No. I just wash it with Tresemme and leave it to dry."

She gasps and asks "What kind of Tresemme do you use?"

"Just the two in one."

Amber pulls out a bottle of Tresemme that looks just like mine. "This kind? I haven't used it yet, but is it?"

"Uh huh. That exact one."

She gasps in excitement and says "Thank you! And, uh, you may want to change. Quickly."

"Why?"

"Victor's pin drop is in five."

I run to the bathroom, my white nightie in my arm, along with my toothbrush and toothpaste. I quickly brush my teeth, getting rid of the chocolatey remnants of the cake Trudy had baked. Her baking is out of this world! I change rapidly and leave my hair hanging over my shoulders. I rush to my room and Amber gasps. I turn and ask "What?"

She exclaims, awestruck "I love that nightie! You look so pretty, like a princess!"

I smile and blush a bit. "Thank you. My mum bought it for me."

"She has incredible taste."

I grin. "I know, she does."

As I climb into bed, the clock chimes ten and I hear the stern voice of Victor call "It is ten o'clock! You have five minutes precisely and then I want to hear a pin... Drop."

An hour later, I hear soft scuffles, since I'm unable to sleep so early. I hear a window open and soft whispering. I hear a female and a male talking, then someone climbs out of the window. I shrug to myself, turn over and fall asleep.

And that's the end of the first chapter to Possessed! I know, it was kind of a boring first, but things will spice up when our favourite awkward couple return to Anubis. Let me know if you enjoyed!

Song quote of the day: Burning on/ Just like the match you/ Strike to incinerate/ The lives/ Of everyone you know/ And what's the worst you take/ From every heart you break/ And like the blade you stain/ Well I've been holding/ On tonight. ~Helena, My Chemical Romance.

Have a nice day, my magpies. ~C