A short chapter in Palladium's point of view. I'll be doing more of these from now on. Please review!
Palladium groaned. His mind slowly registered a faint knocking. The sound became louder and louder. One by one the elf opened his eyes. He registered that he was in his bed and someone was knocking on his door. The sun was shining through his window, covering the entire room with a golden glow.
"I'm coming!" He said when the knocking became of agressive tone.
He hoisted himself out of bed, grabbed his gown and unsteadily walked to the door.
"Finally!" professor Wizgiz sighed as he stepped into the room. "I was almost about to transform into an eliphant and burst through the door!"
"Professor Wizgiz to what do I own the pleasure of your early visit?" Palladium asked with irritation.
"Not that early my friend, you skipped breakfast." Wizgiz said. "You never skip breakfast."
He tossed a package to the elf who managed to catch it. Wizgiz sat down at Palladium's desk and stared at him. "What's the matter, are you sick lad?"
Palladium shot the leprachaun a look as he unpacked the package and took a gratefull bite out of an apple.
"No I decided to sleep in, that's all."
Wizgiz snorted. "You don't sleep in, you hate to sleep, keeps you from reading your books or admiring the moon…"
He was silent for a moment squeezing his eyes together. "Don't tell me you've been up on that rooftop the entire night?"
"So what if I have, I have no lessons today so I can do what I want!"
"Something's up with you Palladium, I've noticed it before." Wizgiz said.
The elf took another bite from his apple and tried to look as casual as possible.
The leprachaun hopped off the desk and walked to the door. "Well whatever it is, I hope you know you can talk to me about anything."
"I know and if I think it is necessary I will." Palladium said.
Wizgiz nodded, finally convinsed and left the room. Palladium sighed and sat on his bed. He looked at the clock and saw it was already ten o'clock. Normally he was up and about by six in the morning. No wonder Wizgiz was worried.
He had been standing on that rooftop until the very early hours of the morning, lost in his thoughts. And after all those hours he still didn't find an answer to what was tormenting him. His feelings towards Samara. She was a student and he a teacher a voice in his mind said. But why did she make his heart soar by just smiling at him? Another voice asked. It had been going on and on until the sun slowly krept up into the sky. That was when he realized he should get into bed. Thank goodness he had no lessons to teach today.