"Tracy Wicked" Moira bellowed, standing at the foot of the stairs "We had a couple of visitors"

When she got no response, Moira climbed the stairs and headed towards Tracy's closed bedroom door. She knocked a couple of times and immediately opened the door when she got no response.

As she stepped inside, she saw Tracy perched at her desk, her customary IPod earbuds snugly in and her music turned up full blast. From what Moira could see, Tracy was doing a half-hearted attempt at homework, doodling a name in the margin of her looseleaf.

Groaning inwardly, Moira tapped Tracy on the shoulder. She had to hide her satisfied smirk when Tracy yelped and fell out of her chair in surprise.

"What the hell, Moira?" Tracy exclaimed, standing and rubbing her bruised rump "Can't you knock?"

"I did, lass" Moira replied, leaning against the wall casually "You didn't hear a bletherin' thing"

Tracy sheepishly turned her IPod off and set it on her desk before sitting on her bed.

"Ed paid us a wee visit" Moira stated, matter-of-factly as Tracy's eyes widened in delight.

"Did he ask about me?" Tracy asked hopefully, trying to hide her blush. Moira rolled her eyes, seeing through Tracy's attempt at a sober expression.

"Nope" Moira replied, rolling her eyes "He was lurking about in the shadows. Started talking to me about staying indoors at night and such...what do you see in that boy? He is a creeper"

"He probably just wanted to visit me" she said thoughtfully, wondering why Ed was creeping about the neighbourhood like that. "He does like me"

"Whatever" Moira rolled her eyes again before continuing on "Our handsome neighbour Jerry paid a visit tonight too. He seemed a lot less creepy than Ed...He even volunteered to walk me to the door. I didn't really get any bad vibes from him"

"Either way" Tracy intoned, shrugging "Stay away from Jerry. My witch senses are telling me that there's something sinister about him."...

... The next morning, Moira strolled down the hallway to her English class. She was eager to get the day over with so that she could go home and enjoy a snort of her single-malt scotch. Just the thought reminded her of her home in Castle MacKeltar.

She recalled sitting in the solar with her mother and her Auntie Gwen as they told her about how they met her father and Uncle. Both Chloe and Gwen were incredibly smart, no-nonsense women who didn't really believe in the supernatural...until they met their mates.

Auntie Gwen was hiking by herself after separating from the senior citizens tour she had mistakenly signed up for. She had fallen through an outcropping of rock and landed on Uncle Drustan, who was enchanted to sleep through the centuries to avoid premature death. She somehow roused him and was chained to his side in a manner of speaking until she traveled to the 15th century to save him from being murdered.

Her mother Chloe encountered her father Daegus in a luxurious Manhattan penthouse, almost like the one she had lived in before her life was rudely interrupted. Thinking him a thief and a kidnapper, her mother eventually stayed by his side and helped him to rid himself of the druid spirits, the Draghar, who possessed his soul.

Moira was musing whether or not she would find supernatural love when she collided with someone coming the opposite way. Landing on the impeccably waxed floor, Moira groaned, unwilling to look up at the man she bumped into.

"I'm so sorry" she mumbled, slowly standing up with her eyes averted "I should have paid attention"

"No worries" a familiar male voice chuckled "I take it you are Moira's sister Tessa"

Moira's eyes snapped up to see the teacher she had met yesterday after school. He was wearing a black golf shirt that hugged his slim yet muscular frame. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he smiled warmly at her. Moira noted how they were a beautiful contrast to his short, unruly dark hair. He immediately extended his hand to shake, which Moira quickly took. Her skin sizzled at his touch.

"Aye" Moira greeted, pretending she never met the gorgeous man as the scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils pleasantly "Hello"

"You are in my third period Trigonometry class" he stated, trying to distract himself with the file folder he was holding "I trust you're not the type of student who skips"

"No, sir" she replied, checking her watch "I will be there, front and center"

"Good" he exclaimed, smiling the rakish grin she loved "I will see you there"...

... Moira sat in her English class, daydreaming about her sexy Trig teacher. The drunken English instructor had assigned them a quiet period to read the section of 'The Glass Menagerie' that they would be tested on at the end of the school week.

Instead of focusing on the conversation between Laura and her high school crush, she pictured her gorgeous Trig teacher pushing her onto his desk while he groped her passionately. His piercing blue eyes haunted her as her reverie continued, increasing in intensity as she envisioned his sensual lips smashing with her own.

Just as the daydream reached its peak, the bell rang, signalling to the students that they needed to get to their second period classes. Sighing, Moira stood up and stuffed her books into her knapsack.

"Hey Tessa" Amy greeted her as she waited at the door for her "I heard you made the squad. Congrats!"

"Thanks" Moira mumbled as they left the classroom "It wasn't as hard as I'd imagined"

"Well my friends couldn't stop gushing about how great you were" Amy gushed "They really like you. Maybe we can skip third period to go to the mall"

"Thanks, but no thanks" Moira replied quickly, remembering what she had told Mr. Hawco earlier on "Mr. Hawco wanted to talk to me then"

"Oh, you lucky girl!" Amy exclaimed "Mr. Hawco is the hottest teacher at this school. I wish I had him for Trig...I have wrinkle faced Mrs. Runyon instead"

"That's too bad" Moira giggled, patting Amy's shoulder to console her "He is very good looking"

"Yeah...most of the students skip his class because it's apparently boring" Amy stated, shaking her head "If I had him, I'd probably find Trig less boring...oh well...gotta go to Phys. Ed now...see you later!"...

... When the bell rang to signal the end of the second period, Moira practically bounced out of her seat in study hall and hastily walked to her Trig class. Ever since she bumped into him this morning, she was eager to see him up close again and she wanted to be early enough to get a good seat.

Fearing that she would be the last to arrive, Moira walked faster, nearly pushing people out of the way as she headed to class. When she finally walked into the classroom, she became puzzled when she saw the empty room.

"Ah, Miss. MacLeod" Mr. Hawco greeted her, a warm smile on his lips "I'm glad you kept your promise"

She looked at the empty desks in bewilderment and sat in the desk at the front that was right in front of his.

"Where is everyone else?"

"I have a lot of missing kids today" he sighed, shaking his head ruefully "A lot of the students like to skip third period so that they have a longer lunch hour. It doesn't help that a few students disappeared as well."

Moira sat there, not knowing what to do since he was just sitting at his desk, staring at her curiously.

"Ummm shall I take out my textbook?" she asked, trying to hide her pleasure in having him to herself. "I'm sure you'd like to start the lesson"

"You look a lot like your sister, Tessa" he said, ignoring her question "How old is she?"

"She's 26, sir" Moira replied, grinning inwardly at his question "She's been taking care of me since our Ma and Da perished a few years ago"

"What does she do?" he asked curiously, leaning back in his chair as he propped his feet on his desk.

'Shit' she thought, racking her brains as he waited for an answer 'I need to create another cover'

"She is a freelance expert on ancient weaponry" Moira said quickly, using her original life's plan as her cover "She has a Masters in History and Archaeology from the University of Glasgow"

Mr. Hawco's eyebrows rose with approval.

"That's interesting" he mused, smiling "She didn't look the type"

"That's one thing about Moira and I" Moira said, smiling an easy smile "We are the unexpected. The element of surprise revolves around us"...