"Oh Shoot, oh shoot oh shooty shoot shoot!" The girl barrel charged down the marble stairs, leaping five at a time. She tripped, lurched forwards dangerously and then regained her balance. "Dam it, dam it dam it!"
She hit the bottom in a crouch, shrugging on a navy green jacket as she veered down the left corridor, full speed again. "I'm SO dead!" Digging in her heel to the royal red carpet beneath her she took a sharp left, then a right, and then another. It continued like this for some time, blond, practically white, hair flowing behind her as if trying to keep up with the girl. Piercing blue eyes now wide with panic sat behind silver lensed round glasses.
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She skidded to a halt outside a large wooden door, quickly flattening her crumpled skirt, straightening her glasses and taking a deep breath before entering. A man with the same piercing blue eyes looked up, a strong chin hidden behind a well-kept greying beard, lines embedded in his face, more from maintaining his usual serious composure than from age.
"Integra, you are late."
"Yes sir, sorry farther."
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"A boarding school." She repeated flatly.
"Yes dear. Jane Parker's boarding school to be exact."
Integra stared back for few moments. "…Is this because I was late?"
He gave a small chuckle and stood from his desk. "Of course not. I wouldn't make such a rash decision on account of your tardiness."
Integra slumped slightly in her chair as he walked around to stand in front of her. A boarding school. With other pupils, and teachers other than her farther. She slumped even more, and other pupils, oh great. Integra had never been one to interact with many children her own age, other than a little girl called Brittany and that was just one of the maid's children. That was years ago though.
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"You start on Monday."
Her head sprung up. "Pardon?" She cried. "This Monday following? Or Monday in a few months' time?"
He leant back against the desk and raised an eyebrow at her. She sighed. "I suppose I should start packing then."
He nodded. "That would be wise." She was silent. "You must understand dear, I don't have the time to teach you as much as I would love to. I intend to send you our regular vampiric lessons over e-mail every night and you are always able to call me. You know full well the responsibility of this job."
Integra nodded, now looking him in the eyes. "Of course farther, A responsibility I will one day take up."
He smiled. "Indeed."
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She clicked her heels together a few times and then said. "Sooo, does this mean no lessons for today? The news was very abrupt after all and a lot to take in all at once!"
He snorted. "I think you can take it."
"I rather feel like swooning actually."
"Then I'll have Walter prepare a cushion for your fall. Notify me when it happens because until then!" He picked up a red book with MATHS at the top. "Simultaneous equations!"
Integra groaned.