When Elyon lowered her gaze, she certainly hadn't expected to see a boy with different colored eyes, one gold, one blue.

He has heterochromia. It looks lovely, but I wonder if that would sound strange.

She just quietly sat there, looking up at his eyes, while the boy stood in front of her trying to see hers. Finally after some time, the boy took a deep breath.

"Are you new here, or something?" he said, his face expressionless.

Elyon smiled softly, unaware of the twitch in the boy's finger.

"Yes, I'm Elyon Warvant, and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance." she said, still looking up at him.

Instead of replying, the boy asked, "Are you lost? It's getting dark, and there's a curfew."

"Oh, is there? I didn't know!" she said, her eyes widening, not that the boy could really tell.

"Follow me." was all he said, as he turned around and walked in another direction.

That's not the first time today. I hope this doesn't become a habit. I really ought to find a map.

They hadn't been walking for too long, when they came upon a large, simply designed building. The walk there had been quiet, but not uncomfortable. In fact, to Elyon, it was rather soothing, which was strange, considering how she had only just met the nameless boy.

"We're here."

"Ah, indeed we are." she said, as she turned to look at him.

"Tomorrow, I'll show you around school," he said, his face still expressionless, "if you'd like."

"Yes, thank you. That would be lovely." she responded, smiling softly again.

"Well, goodnight, Ellie. See you tomorrow." he threw over his shoulder, as he walked towards, what Elyon could only assume, was the boys' dorm.

I wonder why he called me "Ellie"? I never said that was my nickname...

Shaking her head, she walked inside.

"Hello? I'm terribly sorry that I'm late." she said, cautiously.

"I should hope so! You had me worried sick, you did!" said an old woman with short grey hair, and sharp brown eyes. "Though it can be helped, I s'pose. Your room is up on the third floor, seventh door to the right. Your roommate should still be getting ready for bed, but be quiet, just in case."

"Yes, ma'am, I truly am sorry that I've worried you and I'll be more careful. Goodnight, ma'am." Elyon bowed her head before heading towards her room.

Just as the house mother had said, Elyon's roommate was awake. She cautiously opened the door and introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm Elyon Warvant, your new roommate, and I'm truly sorry about being so late."

The other girl, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, smiled, her long, bright orange hair bouncing.

"Aw, Elyon, don't worry about it! I was a bit worried, but the important thing is that you're here now, safe and sound." the girl's warm, brown eyes twinkled, "My name is Amelia Nile, and I hope you and I will get along."

Elyon smiled at her new roommate. Amelia seemed kind and laid back, so she thought that they could not only get along, but also become friends.

"Would you like some help unpacking?"

"Yes, thank you."

The girls quickly put away Elyon's things. Afterwards, they sat on their beds facing each other.

"So, do you want me to show you around tomorrow? I have the day off." Amelia asked, as she tied her hair into two tight braids.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I have my first class in the morning, and someone already offered to show me around." Elyon apologized.

"Really, isn't it your first day here? Never mind that, who is it?"

"I, um, didn't get his, uh, his name, actually..." she faltered.

"Don't worry! If you describe him, I might be able to help." Amelia told her, reassuringly.

"Well, he had black hair, one blue eye, one gold eye, not much expression, and a smooth voice. He was, um, quite attractive."

"Ah!" Amelia exclaimed, "You must mean Joel Crawford! He's a spellsinger and he's kind of known for being a bit, erm, blunt. I'm kind of surprised that he was so willing to help you."

"Hm... I wonder why he did then..."

"Love at first sight, maybe?" Amelia mischievously asked.

"N-no way!" Elyon squealed back, "I'm not what you would call gorgeous."

"I disagree."

"Huh?"

"You're already pretty, even with half your face hidden, and you give off a warm, soothing aura. If you pulled your bangs back, you might even be... irresistable." Amelia slyly grinned, practically purring the last word.

"A-Amelia!" squeaked the now red-faced, snow-haired girl.

They went back and forth for a while, before finally going to bed. After meeting Joel and Amelia, Elyon was feeling more optimistic about her thirteen day trial.

Earlier...

Joel slammed his forehead against his closed dorm room door. Thankfully, he didn't have a roommate, so he was free to beat himself up over his earlier behavior.

"I couldn't say anything! She was right there, and I couldn't find anything worthwhile to say. Damn, she must think I'm a total creep!"

He thought back to her long, silvery white hair, her soft voice, the relaxing aura she gave off. The little girl he had once known seemed to have grown into a beautiful young lady, formal manners included.

Now that I think about it, her mannerisms were a little strange. She definitely wasn't like that when we were just kids. I wonder what happened.

He suddenly flashed back to her soft smile, and his heart skipped a beat. How could she smile at a stranger so sweetly? After all, that's what he was to her now. A stranger. And yet, the walk to the dorms was a comfortable quiet, and it seemed almost like she had enjoyed his company. But that wasn't possible... right?