Chapter 2-
When I returned to my dorm, Lissa was sitting in the middle of the floor with a few objects in front of her. One was a picture of Christian and her sitting in the church in the windowsill. Another was a dried rose Christian had given her, and the last item was her diary.
Vasilisa snapped the diary closed with the rose inside. "How's…Dimitri?" Her voice was shaky but caring.
"He's worried about you, wishing you the best of luck." I sat beside her, stroking her long, gorgeous hair. She curled up into my lap and began to cry. Every instinct went onto high alert. Instead of just holding her, I was a crunched spring ready to pop when necessary.
Knock. Knock.
Lissa climbed onto her bed, "It's only the mail." Soft sobs sounded from her direction at the same time as I opened the door. A feeder delivered our mail to me and delivered herself to Lissa. Jealous of the feeder, seeing how happy and high she was, my head snapped back to the letters. The first letter, Vasilisa, second was for Lissa, the third was also for Lissa, and finally the fourth was for…me!
When the feeder disappeared down the hall I handed Lissa her stack of envelopes. The paper crinkled in my hands as I tore open my only scrap of news. In fine penmanship it stated:
Dear Miss Rose Hathaway,
Please join us on December 24th, for our Winter Ball. There shall be a three course meal for and a fine wine. To accompany dinner there will be an orchestra playing Christmas tunes. Later on there will be an open dance floor. The gardens will be open for any social activity wanted, if you feel comfortable enough to stand the cold. Hope you can join us.
Sincerely,
Headmistress
Kirova
Shortly after I finished reading Lissa gasped and hurriedly pushed one of her letters towards me. It was from Christian, in a hand that is much like my own:
My dear Vasilisa,
I wish you to pardon my absence, I'll be back shortly. My Grandmother is out of damphire Warriors and I'm taking part in the choosing of new ones. I shall keep you updated on when I'll be back. Once I do return you'll be given a night of romance, love, and a gift.
Love,
Christian
