'Hey you'll never guess what Charley?' James said when he and his twin exited the classroom when the bell rang for dinner. His sister looked up at him with curiosity at their older sister Lorna came around the corner to meet them for dinner. Lorna was eighteen, tanned, with chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes, she was a beautiful member of their family, and yet there had always been something about her that set her apart from her younger siblings.

Yes Lorna was darker than they were, far darker for they were pale as snow and they were both blonde instead of brunette, with blue eyes, but that wasn't it. There was just something about Lorna that made her brother and sister scared to even cross her when she was in a good mood, let alone a bad mood. But she would never hurt them no matter how strong she might seem, for they were family and she loved them all dearly.

'What's up this time lil J?' Lorna asked in her beautiful London accent. Lorna was the catch of many male's eyes, yet she did not know this. She was blind to how they looked at her Hispanic features in awe. How they gazed lustfully at her full breasts and hourglass figure. Many other women would be jealous, would perhaps call her modest. But she just didn't see what they saw in her. It was weird.

'Ow!' James exclaimed when she got him in a head lock and monkey scrubbed his head hard. When she let go, he proceeded to explain. 'Well there's an open audition for the college's play,' he explained and the looks that Charley and Lorna shared could only be described as utterly excited. They were a family that had one major trait in common. They all loved, and lived for the arts, Charley studying Dance, Drama and Music, James studying Art, Dance and Music. Lorna was again different in her studies. She had chosen to study Drama and art, many of the subjects her siblings had, but she had also chosen to study English Literature.

'What play is it?' Charley and Lorna demanded as one, as though they were the twins instead.

'Hansel and Gretel,' James said and Lorna and Charley started gossiping about which parts they would audition for. Lorna wanted to be the witch and Charley wanted to be Gretel.

Lorna had always adored the fairy tale Hansel and Gretel, and she had always favoured the witch more than she had the twin children, for she thought the witch intelligent enough to kidnap the twins and get them to do all of the housework for her. She did condone the eating of the children part, but she thought that the witch was indeed quite a colourful character and she thought that she could use it to help improve her acting skills, and make her more versatile. She had never been a witch before.

'And you two would be perfect for Hansel and Gretel. I mean you are the only set of twins I know in college, and you're both blonde. Isn't the fairy tale set in Germany?' she asked knowingly to which they nodded. They would all be perfect for the characters they wanted to play. They would make for the perfect adorable blonde twins, and she would make for the ugly witch; of which was brunette. They would put on the most perfect play ever.

'Of course!' Charley exclaimed happily before turning to James. 'Where's the signup sheet and when's the audition?' she finished, asking what they were both wondering themselves. After all they couldn't very well be in the play without auditioning first could they?

Lorna just couldn't wait to audition, and before the twins could stop her she was running down the corridor to the performing arts office, hollering goodbyes at her siblings. She wanted to grab a copy of the witch's script before any other wannabe's decided to check in. She decided that the sooner she had the script in hand the sooner she had to get learning her lines. It was going to be so exciting!

And as she ran down the corridor she collided with another student going in the opposite direction. As she fell to her ass the man offered to help her up, but she dismissed the offer, got up off the floor and made way to running the rest of the way without falling again. She was just so clumsy sometimes.

When she reached the performing arts office she found that she wasn't the only one there looking for a script. Yet, when she arrived the girls that had been standing there before, all left, with apologies as though she was the queen of the college, and a triple threat at performing arts or something. Not likely, Lorna thought to herself with a snort. She was nothing special.

'So Lorna you've arrived have you?' An unfamiliar male voice asked from within the office and when she entered she found that the most handsome man in the galaxy was sitting behind the desk as if he owned it. 'I'm the new head of the performing arts block by the way Conan Beothewulf, but you can just call me Con if you'd like,' the man introduced himself and Lorna felt that she would faint, and was embarrassed by it. But man, with that fall of angel curls, and that snow white skin with those dark brown eyes, he was to die for!

'How do you know my name?' she asked curious. Who had been talking about her?

'How could I not know your name Lorna? You are one of the top students in your chosen studies, and if I'm not mistaken…a prime candidate for this year's witch in Hansel and Gretel. But I'm sure a part like that does not appeal to a beautiful young woman such as you?' Con asked and she blushed deeply.

'I'm not beautiful,' she denied and he shrugged his shoulder.

'Hey I don't know, there seem to be a lot of males in this place that would find the Hispanic look a young woman very much refreshing and very much appealing in difference to the pale, blondes of the city,' Conan replied and although it seemed he was stepping over the teacher/student barrier, Lorna could not make herself care.

'I'd still very much like to be the witch,' she told him, and stretched out her hand for a copy of the script.

'I'm sure you would,' Con replied, his words an oxymoron to the moment when he'd claimed the part wouldn't appeal to her. 'Here, take the script,' he said offering her a thin one which seemed to be filled with the witch's lines. And as he handed it to her, his hand slipped inside hers and she felt an electric charge of some kind pass through her. Arousal or something else maybe? She didn't know, but she absolutely adored it.

'May I have another two scripts? My younger siblings would like to audition as the twins,' Lorna explained and he returned a moment later with another two.

'I will be looking forward to your portrayal of the witch, and remember just because she's a hag in the fairy tale doesn't mean she's a hag in my rewrite,' Con informed her and she realised that he was telling her that the witch in his version of the play might be very, quite, err sexy. Did he find her sexy? And did she even care?

'Okay, sir, err Conan, I'll see you soon,' a very flustered Lorna rushed out and hurried out of the office, before he could see the arousal heating her cheeks. This play would be very fun indeed, but how was she going to stand spending time with such an amazing creature, and not be tempted to touch him? Well all she could do was hope…