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"Are you quite sure about this?" Osmond asked, stroking his beard as he stared at Colbert. The man had come running, face pale as if he had seen something horrific. When he had heard the news of the familiar that Louise had summoned, it disturbed him. What disturbed him even more is the fact that this familiar seemed to be able to disrupt magic.

Colbert nodded, thoughts drifting back to having left Louise with that… that… whatever it was. And yet fear drove him to leave. In a way it was as if his fight or flight instincts kicked in, Except he had only his flight instincts. It worried him that a familiar could do something like this. "Yes, I think we should contact Romalia about this."

"No." Osmond said firmly. "What do you think the Romalia will do when they learn of something like this?" He questioned. Colbert's face paled even more, knowing the implication that the headmaster was making.

"You don't think they would really try to…?" The balding professor left the rest of the sentence open. He didn't want to think about it. He had seen what Romalia could do to those they view as heretics.

"I do." Osmond said in a solemn tone of voice. He wasn't worried for the familiar and Louise's safety. He worried about what the familiar would do once aggravated. "You wouldn't think it possible for you to bring this familiar here?" He asked. Colbert, who was just starting to get color back to his face, paled once more. His body shook, remembering the way that familiar had looked at him.

Osmond watched him with a raised eye, noticing how just the thought of going to grab that familiar left the former soldier in a panic. "I..." The former soldier wipes sweat from his brow. "I'm not so sure that a good idea. She seemed quite adamant on staying with young Miss. Vallière. I shudder to think of the consequences of removing her from her master." Osmond nodded, thinking for a bit.

"As much as I agree, we need to learn if she is a danger to the students. As much as it pains me to admit it, the safety of Miss. Vallière pales in comparison to the safety of the staff and students." His reasoning was sound. Colbert knew this, but he didn't want to have another meeting with that familiar. That familiar whose white of the eyes was black. There was something off with the familiar. It was unnatural the way she had stared at Colbert as if he was just an animal.

"I will do as you want headmaster, but I hope you know that this may not end well." Professor Colbert turns leaving the room. Now all he had to do was hunt down the familiar and hopefully get her to come with him. He wasn't sure if he would be able to restrain the familiar. As he was walking down the hallway, he didn't notice that his surrounding were changing bit by bit. By the time he came out of his thoughts it was too late.

Darkness was all that surrounded him. A nebulous darkness that no light could possibly hope to penetrate. His heart sped up, while his analytical mind wondered how such a thing could be possible. He knew this was the work of the younger Vallière's familiar, he had no doubt about that.

He wondered why that familiar had singled him out of all the students there. Was there some reason for it? Perhaps he had been too close to Louise. The further he stepped he found the blackness began to recede, being replaced with a something else entirely.

Flames rose up around him with an oppressive heat and screams rose with the flames causing him to shake. This went on for sometime, how long though Colbert couldn't tell. Finally the screams died down and the giggling of the familiar was heard. She materialized in front of him, though not like her remembered in the courtyard. Here in this flaming abyss, her skin was charred as if she had been standing in the fire. Blackened bone could be seen and the stench of burning hair and skin hung in the air. It made the air heavy like if one was to step into an infirmary filled with the sick and dying. He shook as that girl watched him.

Then the smile grew on her face. "Do you still hear their screams at night Jean Colbert?" She asked. His eyes widened. "You pretend to be a professor, but aren't you a murderer?" The question was cruel meant to hurt. The words spread like poison over him, but he kept his face neutral. She waited for his reaction in the heat of this place. Her red eyes watched him, but he only took a deep breath.

"If you are done with these games," he pauses staring at her with his face a blank mask. It seemed as if she had some sort of ability to read minds, or perhaps memories. Colbert was beginning to keep a mental checklist of what this familiar could possibly. "The headmaster would like to see you. He has matters to… discuss."

He waited for her. Hours seemed to pass as she stared at him, blinking slightly, before a predatory smile came upon her young looking face. A face that resembled Louise's too much. In an instant their surrounding returned back to normal. The girl's body was back to normal. Colbert shook as he sweated. He knew showing any sign of weakness in front of this thing that imitated a young girl, was asking for death. And yet he also knew that she could tell that the scene she had shown him, had affected him. It was there in the way she smiled, but for now she choose not to comment on it.

"Then lead the way." She says. The professor knew that the thing, probably already knew where the headmaster's office was. And yet it seemed like she was toying with him like a cat. As they walked he could feel her eyes on his back. It was disconcerting truthfully. She was studying him like a curiosity. Once again Colbert wondered what Louise had actually summoned.

As soon as they entered into Osmond's office, Colbert bid the headmaster goodbye before leaving. He felt slightly guilty for leaving Osmond who didn't know how cruel that familiar could be, but he needed to get away from her as fast as possible.

His mind was on a past he would have rather forgotten. Sins that should have stayed buried. Embers that should have died out. A guilt welled up in him like a sickness. He felt the sick to his stomach and tears streamed down his face. Sighing he wiped them before any of the students that were in the halls saw them. He would make sure to avoid Louise and her familiar from now on.