Authors note: Mr. Blackbourne is still the most mysterious character in the group, and we never really get a glimpse of his thoughts and feelings and there are not a lot of fan fics that are written from his POV. This is totally understandable is really intimidating to write as.

This scene takes place in Introductions and is where meets Sang for the first time. All of the dialogue is lifted directly from the book.

I hope you enjoy it and I would love to get feedback on how well you think I was able to capture personality.

I was sitting at my desk going over the class schedules for my boys when I hear a gentle rap on the door. The fact that they then proceeded to open the door without waiting for a response tells me it has to be Sean.

" Dr. Green," I know I sound a little terse but after dealing with Mr. Hendricks my patience was wearing thin. "You don't have to knock. This is your office too now."

Sean apologizes with a smile that clearly tells me he isn't remotely sorry as he takes his seat at his desk.

"Old habit, when I see a shut door. Never want to surprise anyone. Besides the offices are so small if anyone were standing behind the door I'd hit them."

It is then that I realize he is not alone. A petite young woman is standing by the door. She is an open book, I can easily read the nervousness in every line of her body. Her skin is pale, she has blonde hair and large green eyes but what I find most intriguing is what she was wearing.

Her outfit, while far from new is still a step up from the jeans and T-shirts that I see most of the students at this school wear.

I frown attempting to ascertain why Sean would have brought her here. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, this is Miss Sang Sorenson." Sean vaguely gestures at the girl in question, "Miss Sang, this is Mr. Blackbourne."

The brief flicker of recognition across the girls face when she hears my name puzzles me. She ducks her head down and murmurs a greeting, the submissiveness of this actions causes my frown to deepen slightly.

"That's wonderful." I'm feeling exasperated with Sean's evasive answer, "Now why are you here?"

"I am assisting her with getting registered." Sean reaches for the paper Miss Sorenson holds clenched in her hands. "Shall I help you?"

I shoot Sean a warning look which he ignores. He knows Mr. Hendricks is opposed to us being here. We have been given the freedom to have full control of our student's schedules but doing so with any of the other students is seriously overstepping our authority.

"She should be outside with the other students," I turn my attention to Miss Sorenson, "Couldn't you wait in line?"

Miss Sorenson is trembling, too nervous to form a complete sentence. I find myself wondering why a girl who is so shy and appears to dislike attention would wear an outfit guaranteed to make her stand out from the other students.

"She's perfectly capable of doing so," Sean is already warming up his computer as he speaks and I can tell there will be no reasoning with him. "But she had a run in with . I didn't want a good student to be scared away because of him."

I make a noncommittal sound and fix Sean with a look meant to convey the fact that I expect a full account of what occurred later.

"I hope I am not disturbing you," her voice is soft and she keeps her eyes trained on the floor.

It was not my intention to terrify her however this is a delicate operation and we don't have time for unnecessary complications. I turn back to my work in resignation but continue to listen in on their conversation.

"What have we here? Now I can't understand this. Why are all these classes crossed out?"

"Well, when I first filled it out I picked classes I didn't know were reserved for upperclassmen. And the second set were crossed out because the counselor said I couldn't have more than two AP classes."

"How awful. Does she assume you couldn't do it?"

"She just kept saying I wasn't allowed."

"Why have these classes if you aren't going to let students in them."

While I completely agree with this sentiment I feel that at this school we are going to have to pick our battles.

"What were your original choices?"

I hear the rustle of paper, "I couldn't take Japanese so I switched to this."

"Did you write this?" There is a pause. "Who did?"

"Kota. A friend of mine."

My head shot up and I stared intently at the two of them. This could explain the flicker of recognition when she heard my name.

"Do you know Kota Lee?"

She appears uncertain, "Dark brown hair? Glasses?"

Interesting, she knows him but not well enough to know his last name. This suggests they have only met recently.

I exchange a look with Sean and we silently agree to ask the boys about this later.

I am loath to draw conclusions without first hearing all the facts but it appears that the boys are drawing her into their group but have decided not to inform Sean or me.

Sean writes something on the registration slip and hands it back to her, "Do you think you could handle this?"

Miss Sorenson takes a moment to look over the paper her mouth open a look of shock on her face.

With a great deal of effort I refrain from sighing. Heaven only knows what Sean is planning.

"How do I bypass the restriction? And I'm not allowed in Japanese for at least another year."

I purse my lips at Sean's obvious attempt to get her into his class.

"But is that what you want?"

"I want to try." While her words are meek and subdued this is the most confident she has sounded since she came into the office.

I scowl at Sean annoyed that he appears to be willing to jeopardize this entire operation for one student.

"Why are you causing trouble? You don't know anything about this girl."

"I have a good feeling." He says this lightly but firmly as if he actually answered my question and considers the matter settled. He takes the registration slip back and signs it with a flourish, "Besides who is going to tell me no?"

Honestly Sean can act like such a child at times. I narrow my eyes and my scowl deepens but Sean ignores me. He has become immune to my glowering looks. He simply begins inputting the new schedule in his computer.

I am just about to turn back to my paperwork when I notice Miss Sorenson tapping her foot in time with the violin melody that has just begun.

This intrigues me and I turn to her, "Do you know this song?"

Although she appears surprised to be asked she answers promptly, "It's the song about the swallow, isn't it?"

My eyebrow are raised in surprise and I nod.

"But it's the version by Micarelli, isn't it?"

My surprise is quickly turning to admiration and I ask "How do you know it's her?"

Miss Sorenson appears to think for a moment before answering, "Well she's got this style. She plays soft. It's hard to explain but it's different than other violinists. I really like it."

This is a pleasant surprise and I find myself intrigued by her.

"Do you like the violin?"

"I do. I like the piano too. I think if I had to pick just one to learn though the violin would be my first choice."

I stare intently into her eyes. I see intelligence and a thirst for knowledge as well as a great deal of curiosity. However I also see sorrow. There is something haunted about her and knowing my boys I can guess what it is that is haunting her.

In that moment I finally see what Sean meant because I also have a feeling about her. I try to tell myself I am only doing this to keep and eye on her but I know there is more to it that that.

"Would you kindly hand over Miss Sorenson's registration paper, Dr. Green ?"

I hope I'm not making a huge mistake.