"I want to follow into your footsteps! I want to become a professor as well!"

"Yes…Luke, I understand. It is hard to accomplish. Do you believe you can do it?"

"Oh yes Professor! Just watch me! I will have my class and teach just like you!"
"Archeology…..?"

"………..That….I do not know….."

"The Basics then?"

"Sure!"

"Well……..I must say, Go for it then, My Boy."

Well…..Now…Luke couldn't say that was easy. He was warned. But, he after all did take the challenge. The recovery after the incident did take a while, but he managed. It had been a while after their time travel, and he did not really want to think of it, yet it always came back to haunt him….

Those machines….the gadgets….

His head hurt just thinking of that. The sharp pain made him blink twice before he could really know what he was doing. When he did though, he realized people where staring at him as he held the line to get into the pick up station. Luke, like many others, blushed hard and hid his face.

"S-sorry….." he said finally, and made a mad dash for it.

The train station was full as always. People were coming out, waiting for some, entering in the carts…Yep…Your normal day.

But for Luke….He was expecting a special someone. And to make matters worst, he had no idea how he or she looked like. Ha….He didn't even know if it was male or female. The only thing he was sent was a paper saying:

"Pumpkins in hair"

2 weeks earlier; Paris, France

As if Packing wasn't bad enough, not wanting her there was beyond her nightmares. She was a good child and intelligent, then why her?

"Hazel….Dear?"

The girl turned from the view of the window to her favourite Nanny, Medley. Medley took care of her ever since she was an infant. Hazel stood up and smiled the weakest and saddest of all smiles.

"Please don't be sad, you know she loves you. This is why she is giving you more education. I'm sure London is a wonderful place. Many Scholars study there. I'm sure the one that you will have is nice and smart-"

"Oh, Nanny Medley…. It is not that…..It just that I wish to have more time with-"

"your Mother….I understand…." Medley said, comforting her little one. "You're a beautiful 14 year old girl. Now, Why don't I do your Hair one last time…"

Hazel sat down near the mirror. She remembered her hair done by Medley the way she loved it. Due to her medium-long, Thick hair, she would put it up in four chubby ponytails in the back then attach the top with four pumpkin barrettes. She did it this way, and after that, Hazel smiled.

"You can do it without me…Right?"

Hazel turned to her and nodded. She got up and continued to pack.

"Hazel, You don't need to do that. It's my job. You don't need to."

"Why…Because I'm rich and need not?"

Having said that, Medley smiled and helped her. Hazel looked at her dressing table and noticed a little sheet of paper. She approached it and looked at the words.

Blue

The words to know what her Professor looked like. Not much….Why only those? Who the heck would just leave "Blue" on the description paper? Hazel sat there on the train to London and put the paper down. She looked out the window and thought what gender her Professor would be. 50/50 chance…..She just hoped, for some reason, it would be a sweet plump lady, in 40's. Maybe she would wear a nice blue dress with a big blue hat….? But the only thing she can do is imagine her time with her. Well….Whatever happens, happens for a reason.

She began to sing to herself a song that Medley would sing to her during her sleep. Of course it was in French.

des lettres qu'on ne poste pas
des paroles qui s'envolent
des amis qui n'existent pas et
des adresses fantômes
au fond de moi des images
disparus les visages
dans mon coeur une vieille histoire
prisonnière de ma mémoire

Passe Le Temps, Passe Le Temps
Passe Le Temps, Passe Le Temps

"Yes, I can see you were lost in the song…but I must inform you, young girl, that the train has stopped in London." A train employ said then walked off, yelling the news out to people.

Hazel got her two suitcases, and headed out the door of her room. She got out of the deluxe cart to the outside of the busy train station. So many people…How was she to find her Professor? She has note that he or she was waiting for her that day. She looked every where for a person in Blue. There were many people wearing Blue! But none of them looked like they were looking for someone. She decided to ask.

Meanwhile, Luke was having a difficult time of his own as well. With the one thing saying "Pumpkins in Hair" It just didn't help. He looked out for the child, and there just didn't seem nobody with "Pumpkins in their hair".

Curse modern descriptions…He said to himself. Luke continued to look.

Suddenly…..

Out of the blue

He saw an interesting hair style….Lol.

Nice hair girl-wait…PUMPKINS!

Luke saw them! He passed through the crowd people to get to the girl.

"Oh…Sorry…My Mistake…" Hazel said to the person. It was hopeless….She was never going to find her professor. Suddenly she felt a tap on the shoulder.

"Excuse me….Are you…Hazel Hilton?"

"Actually, It's Hazel Honey Hilton but-" She turned to she a gentleman in almost all Blue….Wait…She looked at her paper.

"Are…you…Professor Triton….?"

"Professor is…Just fine…^^"

He smiled to her sweetly. This was no sweet plump lady….Really FAR FROM IT.

It was a handsome boy, like 20 some. But….One question…Can she trust the guy…?

"My helper, Flora is waiting in the car. Want to get out this crowd?" He said in a soft voice.

She nodded….She was just speechless…

He….Was…

I think I'm in love with my Professor…