14-Bumping Into A Fledgling
I quickly walk down the hallway towards the dining room.
"Me-ow!" Kitty screeches.
She jumps out of my arms and trots away.
"Jeez, someone's a little cranky today," I mumble to myself.
"Hey, what's a pretty girl like you wandering around before breakfast hours?" a
voice asks from behind.
I spin around. It's the guy who was moving my furniture yesterday, the one that
smiled at me.
"What's a guy like you picking on a girl like me for wandering around before
breakfast hours?" I counter.
"You know, the type of guy who makes sure nobody gets in trouble."
"What, like a superhero?"
"More like a super vampire."
"Ha-ha, you are so funny." I smile at him.
He returns it.
"And what might your name be?" he asks me.
"Depends. If I tell you, will you turn me in to the cops?"
"Ha-ha, a contraire. What evil crime have you committed?"
"Other than walking, I don't know."
"Than I shall not turn you in. Your name?"
"Stella. And you?"
"Trevor. I'm in my second year here. You?"
"First."
"Nice."
The bell rings, signaling breakfast.
"May I escort you to breakfast Stella?" He asks.
"Sure, if you want." And with that, we walk towards the Dining Hall.