A/N: I usually wait until I get two more people to review any of my stories until I continue, you can thank NeverthelessAfan for this chapter! Also I'm in the desperate need for a beta, one I will pay with internet hugs? God that was lame.
Chapter two: Merry Christmas
Henry must have been lying or headmistress Kirova has no concept of time, possibly why there were uncomfortable couches outside her room. I wonder if it was there to make people nervous and uncomfortable. Strategy plans, St. Vladimir academy owns it. I wound up glancing at Henry a few times and he didn't look entirely happy. Actually, he held no emotions but determination.
It only took a stiff, awkward ten minutes until the ice broke.
"I don't know why it's taking so long you know? I guess, uh, something came up..."
"Does that mean I can leave now?"
"No probably not, but if you leave this will be terrible for my record. Just do me a favour and stay?" For once he seemed frazzled than determined. I like that frazzled look on him, personally it suited him but I doubt he would disagree. It struck me that I didn't know his age, he said his record right?
"How old are you? You act like you're a student here." He gave a confused look like I just asked him to eat cat food.
"I am a student, I'm seventeen."
"Wait you're a junior?"
"Senior."
"So we're not in the same grade?"
"Nope."
"Then why is it that you're showing me around? Shouldn't some other junior show me around?"
"I missed some of my training in junior year so this makes up for it."
"You guys study for SATS so early?"
"Nope. As far as I know we don't have seats here."
"SATS."
"Whatever it is, we don't study for that. Moroi study for elements and other classes like history and the Dhampires like us train to be guardians. Rose we've been learning this since we we're five, man you didn't listen then too?"
Henry leaned towards me with a kind smile that a friend would give, but the St. Vladimir slang was beginning to piss me off.
"What did you just call me?"
"Just forget about it
"But Henr-"
"Look Rose forget about it okay? It's not me that has to break it to you. Headmistress Kirova can, I just don't want history to repeat itself. Drop it."
Henry stood up from the seat and crossed the room to the door, leaving and accomplishing a slammed door. Anger issues.
A scramble of high heels came from Kirova's office where an old woman's head looked out completely startled and tried to find the culprit of slamming doors. Only however she found me on the seat, glared at me accusingly. I lifted my hands up in serenade showing I was innocent enough. She didn't like it that she didn't know who slammed the door but she pulled her head back in the door and closed it.
Maybe that was Kirova.
What a bitch, seriously she just left me out here again even when she saw me.
The door opened again and the woman I suspect is Kirova came out.
"Miss Booke?" Her voice was crisp and serious like a business suit.
"Present."
Her face turned slightly sour. Favouritism wasn't going to happen to me at this school either apparently.
Awesome.
"Please come in my office."
I stood up and straightened my jeans smiling. It was only a speech about how so called glad they were to have me and my expectations were at this school and some more crap I can't stand to really listen to. I would pass time but counting the seconds to see which school came to the longest.
Eight hundred and seventy two if you were wondering by the way.
I brushed past Kirova into the room and the smell of jasmine hit me hard that if I stayed any longer I would get a headache. I pulled on a nice smile as Kirova sat in her chair in front of me.
She seemed quite organised with all black pens in a line and papers in a neat pile.
Perfectionist obviously.
"Rose Booke, you have been brought to this school after be looked through thousands of girls and boys. You have excellent talents that this society needs so valuably that we went searching for the missing dhampir children. You are one of those children."
A/N: Yep I'm a bitch. Seven reviews and I will post the next chapter!
