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"You still haven't told them about wanting to be a healer?" a dark and deep voice said as the rest of the class left the room in a hurry. Leaving Aerith alone with the man known as Vincent Valentine, Willow's father and a man who scared the crap out of Aerith when she first walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. And her was one of the three people who knew that Aerith wanted to be a healer since she's spent enough time in the infirmity helping out (it was her way of avoiding people). Everyone else thought she was going to go into Herbology because of her love for Plants. Though Cid and Vincent where the only professors she's talked to about her future… well, mostly Vincent, Cid only listened in.

As for the "them" Vincent was talking about, he meant Wil and the others who first talked her into going into herbology- at least until she changed her mind.

"I'm kind of embarrassed about wanting to stay and be the nurse after graduation," Aerith said, "especially since there are things about school that I don't like, and wish I was back at home most of the year."

"The people who make you feel that way will be gone, or will realize they should be nice or stay in pain," a loud voice rang out. Aerith turned to see an older blonde man who had a piece of straw in his mouth (which he usually had, because the school refused to let him have a cigarette).

"And you, shouldn't you go to the great hall like everyone else? You need to put more meat on your bones little girl!" Cid Highwind exclaimed. Though it was probably Cid's way of saying to get out and let the adults talk. Or warn her that other professors might come in, which was a rare occurrence unless there was a complaint against Vincent (complaints from Slytherin students and Alumni), and if she was there they're anger and frustration might turn towards her. "Because a Mudblood like her doesn't deserve to be in the presence of pure-blooded wizards."

So with a light sigh, Aerith said, "Thanks for the Counseling professor."

And with that, she left the room

/

A loud sound rang through the library which woken Cloud from his slumber. The sound of a heavy book that fell onto the hard ground, and it caused him to look over at a girl who was hastily trying to gather her things. Though she paused and looked up at him with her bright emerald eyes.

Aerith looked up at him sheepishly, and she looked embarrassed over her less-than-graceful moment. She didn't mean to wake Cloud up, but when she was turning to leave him in his corner of solitude, she ended up losing her footing. She hoped that the noise from several books falling to the ground would wake up, and at first, she tried to quickly gather her things, but when she felt his blue eyes on her, she paused and looked up.

"Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay, I shouldn't have fallen asleep," he replied, it was because of that paper Vincent made me write.

Vincent not only gave Cloud the biggest volume in his collection; he gave Cloud the most boring book ever. A book that covered Vampires and other creatures of the dark, which seems interesting. However, the book was the author saying how great he was and how he could easily beat back vampires with one arm behind his back. But how it was written was bland and had no substance so it both annoyed and bored the reader to sleep.

Cloud heard her giggle which caused his heart to race and forget about both the book and the essay he had to write. Cloud didn't know why she had this effect on him, ever since their first conversation and the fact that they shared a few classes together (and that over the last few years I got to know her better). And over the years she saw this country looking girl turn into the beautiful women.

"You know you can come sit down," Cloud said, "it's probably more comfortable than the awkward standing. You know I won't bite."

"Okay…" She muttered and quietly sat beside him, "So what were you working on?"

"Something our Vampire overlord forced upon me," Cloud answered, causing both Aerith and him to laugh a little at the nickname the students given Vincent because of his pale skin and the fact that he seemed to hate the sun.

"You got detention again? Who did you pick a fight with this time?"

"Rufus. What about you what are you working on? Or what were you going to work on?"

"Well… forget it, it's kind of stupid," she said hugging her books to her chest, trying to hide them from his gaze.

"I highly doubt that," he scoffed trying to see spot the titles of some of the think books she had in her arms only to turn away from him. Though instead of looking angry or annoyed with his attractions, Aerith had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Well it is my secret, one that I'm not ready to share."

/

A boy sat in front of green colored fire, looking intently into the flames like he was looking for something. A slight dark spot in the light, a spot that would allow him to summon one of the darkest creatures.

One that will allow him power and control, as long as he gave the creature constant sacrifices.

"Once the creature is set free, we must make sure it goes after the mudbloods," a voice muttered as another figure entered the room, followed by three more.

"But how?" the boy asked.

The voice laughed, "we lure them into the dark."

And the voice had some ideas of who should die first and how he was going to lure them.