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It had been two days since Evangeline had gotten the letters, she still hadn't told Olivia that she was a witch. She had written back to the school though, telling them she didn't have the floo system set up and was in a very large area with muggles so aparating in probably wouldn't be the best option. She kept glancing up at the clock, counting down the seconds until twelve o'clock, it was only eleven so she still had a while to go. Olivia noticed and glanced over to her from the stack of paperwork she had been reading.

"So you waiting for something?" She asked her, snapping the girl from her thoughts.

"Huh?" Evangeline asked, a little startled.

"You keep looking at the clock, what're you waiting for?" She asked her.

"Oh, uh…just, well, um…someone is maybe supposed to come over soon." It all came out in a rush, the words mashed together to form an incoherent sentence.

Liv gave her a confused look, "What?" She asked her. "Can you repeat that?" She hadn't understood much besides 'someone'.

"Well I got a letter from a special school here, like the one I went to back in England, and I didn't really know how to tell you that someone from the school is coming over today at twelve." She fiddled with the ends of her hair, twisting and pulling it around her fingers.

"Why didn't you tell me? Is it a disabled school? If you have a disability you should have let me know, as your guardian I have that right." The older told the younger with a stern voice.

"I'm not disabled….I'm special-ish you could say." Nothing sounded right, how was she to tell her about magic?

"As in smarter than people your age special or you're very into the arts special?" There weren't very many types of special schools like that in the area.

"How did they even know you were here, did your old school send them your transcripts already?" The question was met with a shrug.

"Let's go with arts special, yeah, art special is what I am." Eva didn't have an artistic bone in her body, all her years of artwork in class had proved it for many years.

Liv gave her 'the cop stare' as the teen had dubbed it, which wasn't too far off of what she gave an actual perp who was lying and she wanted to make them sweat.

"Art special, you sure you wanna stick with that answer?" The teen gave a confused look and tilted her head a bit before answering, "Yes?"

The older frowned and shook her head. "At least try and lie without making it sound like a question. But really, what kind of school is it?"

And the questions didn't stop there, it only worsened and Eva knew that Liv could do that for hours so she just opted to go for an hour of trying to avoid the questions, by asking a question back.

"Where you get your hair done, I've been thinking about going short like that for a while now."

Finally, it was twelve and right on the dot, their little back and fourth was put to an end by a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Evangeline exclaimed as she quickly got up to get the door.

"I think I will," Olivia told her, getting up in the same fashion.

The two got to the door at the same time, but as Olivia was a lot stronger than Evangeline, Liv was the one who answered it while holding the girl back with her other arm.

"You must be professor Lockland."

School and other life stuff got in the way, I also have been tired and had no ideas, but now I do have an idea and will be done in the next chapter, whever I start it.