Stone walls vaulted up to cathedral ceilings, beautiful painting adorned the roof, the colors still as bright as the day they were painted over 150 years ago. Smiling a small boy gazed over the paintings, his school had been modeled after the imposing cathedrals found in the old green eyes fixed on a blond bob that bounced down the hall.
Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she stopped a smile splitting her face. "Hi Kev!"
Kevin admired his best friend, she was beautiful truly. Her blue eyes where dark as the deepest ocean. It was a stark contrast from her porcelain skin, her uniform was pristine as always. "Hey Nazz, looking gorgeous as always." Leaning over he kissed her cheek.
Nazz giggled in response, "we have work to do, silly boy." Kevin's arm came down around her shoulders.
"Ah, our noble welcome duty. Any word on who we are greeting on this beautiful day?" Kev led Nazz towards the office through the empty halls. His green eyes looked around his eyes settling on a particularly large stained glass window that depicted St. Micheal, arms open wings spread bathed in heavenly light.
"No word on who yet, only that they're amazing athletes. Like Olympic level. Word on the bars is that they could get a load of grants if they are as good as the rumors say." Nazz shrugged holding Kevin's hand to her shoulder. The blond tugged slightly moving forward her smile died down into a small smirk. They turned the corner and nodded at the lone student wondering the hall. Kevin allowed his arms to fall to his side and knocked of office door before pulling it open. They were greeted by a pleasantly plump kind looking nun. The corner of her eyes wrinkled as she greeted them. "Nazz, Kevin, good morning! How are my little cherubs today?"
Laughing Nazz wandered up to the sister and pecked her on the cheek. "Just wonderful Sister Agnes. How is the office today?"
Sister Agnes's brown eyes twinkled, mischief sparking up her features. Sister Agnes had been here for as long as anyone could remember, most certainly longer then either teenage. You could tell Agnes was a spitfire in her youth, her brown eyes always dancing with an unknown secret her smiles were always gentle, making her an easy woman to talk to. The office was only open until 2 in the afternoon, after that she was free to wonder the school, though one could usually find her in either the chapel or the small woman's shelter the school ran. This woman know
style="font-family: '.SFUIText-Italic'; font-style: italic; font-size: 17pt;"everything that happened in the school she was usually the source of any rumors as well, lowering her voice to a conspirator's whisper, "The new students have arrived. God took his time making those two." she told them.
Kevin and Nazz both lit up; Kevin joined Nazz in crowding the small desk, "What are their names?" His green eyes filled with curiosity as he focused on the old sister.
"I'm not sure, but they had thick accents." Kevin and Nazz exchanged looks.
"Where are they from?" Their whispers turned into conspiratorial.
"If I had to guess I'd say a Slavic nation."
