A/N: well, this is my first Obernewtyn fic:) i realised there were no luv scenes in the book, and it NEEDED some. SO this is for pl who thought that too...

In case u wonder about the rating, it gets dirtier later on, from about Ch4, tho im not sure if it should have been T...

Enjoy!

'So you see, Elspeth, though Gevan thinks that the Olden Way would be the best to oppose the council's army afore they come to the Highlands, Freya and I,' Ceirwan blushed slightly here, 'well, we thought we could trap them sooner, down here, near Guanette, using…'

I tuned him out at this point, as a tall dark figure strode past us. Rushton ran a large hand through jet black messy hair, surveying me coolly with his deep green eyes as he went by. My heart caught in my throat, and I couldn't help staring after him. Lud.

'Elspeth? Elspeth?' Ceirwan said worriedly, snapping me out of my reverie. I shook my head, clearing it.

'Look, I know that what Gevan proposed might not be the quickest way to get the Soldierguards to move south, but it's the safest. No, we can't override him again' I argued, sensing him about to open his mouth. He sighed.

'You're right, o' course. Let's talk about something else.'

'Like what?' I smiled.

'I don't know, what about the hopeless state Swena is in over Rushton?' he raised his eyebrows suggestively. I forced myself to continue smiling.

'She has to get herself back on track. She knows nothing could happen between them. She should be thankful that Rushton doesn't care for her a jot.'

'Oh, she knows all right. But she can't seem to help herself. And she's not the only one.' I looked up sharply, but he went on, 'it's like they don't know that he's unavailable.'

Now it was my turn to sigh. At first, when we had found out that there were more Misfits like us, organised, willing to fight the Council, I had been ecstatic. These Misfits were from North Darthnor. But I hadn't counted on the fact that living together with them would force us to make even more rules about how Obernewtyn was run. I was still the Farseeker Guildmistress, but now there was also a Guildmaster, named Slater, under the new rule that every Guild must have both a master and mistress. But most alarming was the rule that Guildleaders and Masters weren't allowed to become romantically involved, or face exile. This had been made to stop leaders from becoming biased or losing their focus of what was most important: making the Council accept Misfits.

This hadn't fazed Rushton at all. He had no inclination to be attached to anyone, it seemed. However, it didn't stop hordes of Darthnorian girls from battling for his attention.

'Well, there's nothing we can do about it. It should be time for Nightmeal, so go and change.' I told him with a touch of asperity.

Ceirwan grinned nonetheless and with a small incline of his head, he walked off.

A/N: that was the first Ch! Sorry about the size. Review to tell me exactly how lame it was, and if u think very, then hopefully the next few Chapters will change ur mind. just REVIEW!