Note: I do not own any of these characters…except the people I make up. But unfortunately I didn't come up with Morgan, Hunter, ect…don't sue me! This is just for fun..

- "they're fools if they think I'll just lie here powerless. This is just another obstacle for me to defeat. Patience and time is all I need." -

A heavy breath escaped my sunburned lips as I looked up at the towering ancient building in front of me. Goddess, I still can't believe I'm standing here. The building practically oozed with archaic magik. I took a fresh breath.

I turned around at a loud thud behind me and saw the taxi driver had finished dumping my stuff on the curb. I quickly paid him and tried to gather up my belongings. I hated barging in on this mysterious place lugging my whole life around, but it couldn't be helped. I started inside tugging and kicking everything along, feeling more out of place by the second. I glanced up and quickly cast my senses out along the seemingly dead campus. I know I'm two weeks early, but some people should still be starting to filter in.

I'd been lost since I left Hunter seventeen hours ago, but this was the icing on the cake. I'd never felt so alone in my life. Going into a place I don't know, in a country I've barley even heard of, filled with foreign people who have all heard of me, yet I don't know them, isn't exactly my kind of fun. I'm one of the shyest people I know. Though I've been gradually getting over that. Its amazing what a few brushes with death will do to you. That sense of loneliness was the only thing that accompanied me as I made my way up the stone stairs. I successfully maneuvered myself and my belongings through the door and glanced around.

The room had a large woven rug down on the stone floor. A group of coaches clustered on the right side were found, along with a few massive book shelves and fireplace. I longed to run my fingers across the spines of each book, pull them out, and huddle in the corner reading until my eyes fell out. Straight ahead, twenty feet or so away from me were two huge double doors, opening up to a gorgeous courtyard.

I turned my head to survey the other side and was almost shocked to see life. A man was immerging from another set of doors.

"Ah, welcome…" He greeted in a strong voice. "You must be-"

He paused as he realized I was blocking him from casting his senses to me. "Morgan Rowlands."

"Yes." I tried to answer just as strongly.

He smiled. "Good. Dorms are straight across this courtyard, I believe…your in room 22. Marie is already there. She'll let you in. Second floor."

After silently gasping about the distance I had to lug my stuff, I started over there. I made my way over a path and took in all the scents. Herbs and magikal plant were everywhere. I eventually came across another building and went inside. I was making my way around the second floor coorider, hopefully in the direction of my room, when a head surrounded by untamed short black curls poked out of a door a few feet away.

"Allo. Are you possibly one of my…roommates?"

I walked to her. The door read twenty-two.

"I am indeed." I said.

She wrinkled her nose. "Oui. You must be the American. I've never heard such weird English."

But she laughed and I thought she was teasing so I smiled too.

"There are two beds left." She went into the room and I followed.

The room was square and a bed lay against a wall on each of the three sides. I took the one to my right. Each bed had a desk on one side and a small dresser on the opposite side. I started to unpack my stuff.

"Mm, who is he?"

I glanced up and found Marie looking at a picture of Hunter and I.

"Ahh, my boyfriend."

"Oui…He is migon no?"

"Migon?"

"Migon…er-ah…migon, migon. Cute!"

"Oh. Yea." I blushed slightly.

"You love him."

It was more of a statement then a question but I nodded anyways.

"That is good. I'm still…I have not found any man to love. Perhaps this year will change that. It is--a dinner now. Are you coming to eat?"
I glanced at my watch. It was almost five o'clock. "Ah no, I'm still queasy from the flight." 'And from missing Hunter'. I silently added.

"D'accord. A tout ta leur." She said a second latter. I think she 'heard' the last comment I made about Hunter. It was very possible.

I breathed a sigh when she shut the door and I sat down. I looked at my right hand and lightly touched the beautiful silver ring Hunter had just given me at the airport. Would he mind if I called him so soon? What time was it there? He would want to know I've arrived safely at least, I decided at last. I picked up the phone, more confident, and dialed the numbers on my calling card.

"Morgan?"

My heart did a flip-flop hearing his voice. How did I manage the whole flight without it?

"Hey." I replied softly.

"Hi. Is everything alright?"

"Yea. I just missed you."

I could actually feel his body's sence of relief hit and his English voice lost it's frantic edge. He filled it with all the love and kindness he could muster. "I miss you too love."

I smiled.

"So how is it?" He asked.

"Well, I just got here."

"Was your flight good?"

"Yes."

"I'm leaving for England Tuesday. I'm going to stop by you first thing."

My heart leaped. Today was Wednesday. I'd see him in six days. "Good."

"I can't wait."

"I know. I'm already excited."
"When do classes start?"

"Not for another two weeks."

"Is anybody there?"

"Yea…I eventually found some living human beings. One of my roommates is here."

He laughed. "I wish I was there."

"You will be."

"Alright. Da needs me. Talk to you soon love."

"Bye." I said quietly. We "rung off" as he would put it.

I firmly decided the rest of the unpacking could wait until tomorrow. I put some sheets on my bed, then got under my fluffy comforter. I was jetlagged-exhausted so sleep came very easily.