Well Chapter 2 is finally up, I hope it was kind of worth the effort taken to click the little blue letters. Anyhoo, Aisling is noticed by people and she starts making her presence felt in the university.

Thanks to Mercator for allowing me to use her wonderful character Hanna, now Lady Hanna Baroness of Khavos and contracted Seamstress of Lord HavelockVetinari, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork. To find out how in the name of god THAT happened read look up Mercator and read her collection The Seamstress Tales (I think that's what its called) you will not regret it. Thanks again Mercator.

But now on to the second part of the story.

'And that was it?' The informant, a member of the kitchen staff in the Unseen University nodded nervously, his cap spinning nervously in his hands.

'Yes milord, and then they started lunch.'

'I see.' Lord Vetinari picked up one of the ever-present sheets of paper from his desk and started scanning it as if the informant wasn't there. Said informant started edging quietly towards the door, reward or no reward his Lordship always put him on edge. 'Was there singing involved?' Vetinari asked just as the man got to the door.

'Er, after a while milord,' the man replied, then frowned. 'Though several verses were cut out of The Wizards Staff and they stopped halfway through the first verse of The Hedgehog Song.' Vetinari had a sudden and remarkably accurate flash of the senior staff of Unseen University collectively coughing loudly and changing the subject.

'Indeed. Thank you, you may go.'

'Yes milord, thank you milord.' The man bowed while struggling with the doorknob and made good his escape.

Vetinari put down the sheet and stared thoughtfully into the air.

'So the wizards have a new member,' a voice came from the corner. 'Quick promotion.'

'You think the "nice dress very very nice dress" that he kept mentioning may have had something to do with it?' Lady Hanna, Baroness of Khavos shrugged.

'All things are possible, though aren't wizards supposed to be celibate?' Hanna grinned, her own experiences as Seamstress belied that fact, though admittedly they were only students.

'Yes, supposedly sex interferes with the magic.' Vetinari and Hanna shared a look.

'Funny place to keep magic.' Vetinari shrugged.

'Sounds ticklish to me.' Vetinari shuffled papers for a moment while Hanna pointedly Did Not Look at him.

'How would tomorrow afternoon suit you?' he asked at last.

'Perfectly.'

'The Traffic Division says that they need new clamps,' Captain Carrot was briefing Commander Vimes in his office.

'They just got some.'

'No sir, new kinds of clamps. Some of the merchants are putting wheels on their carts that the clamps wont fit around.' Vimes sighed, changing cartwheels wasn't exactly illegal and wasn't exactly referred to in the traffic laws either but was causing even more havoc in Ankh-Morporks streets, just when it was starting to become manageable.

'Tell them to keep using the old clamps but when they come across wheels that they don't fit around, break the wheel and put in the clamp around the axle, okay?'

'Yessir,' Carrot made a careful note on the paper and put it to the back of the sheaf in his hand. 'Black Ribboners again sir.'

'No,' was the immediate reply. -1)-

'Last one sir, from the Unseen University.'

'The wizards are complaining to us now?'

'No sir, I have a few sources there and since, Carcer I thought it would be best if I used them.' Vimes looked at him oddly, the thought hadn't even occurred to him, well it had but in the chaos following Carcer it had slipped his mind completely.

'You do know that we have no jurisdiction there, right?' he said, then felt the fool, of course Carrot knew that, he knew all of Ankh-Morporks Laws and Ordinances off by heart. Carrot looked at him.

'Yessir, but maybe its best to be prepared for when it spills into our jurisdiction.'

'When what spills?' Carrot handed the sheets over silently. 'As you can see sir,' he said when Vimes was halfway down the first page. 'It's less of an "it" and more of a "who".'

'Any idea who?'

'Calls herself Aisling, and wears a "very very nice dress".' Vimes nodded as he read the third reference to the dress in question.

'I don't suppose your informant gave a proper description of this Aisling and not just her clothing?' Carrot had clearly been waiting for this as he handed over an iconograph. Vimes shot him a look. 'Practical man your informant, knows just what is needed.'

'Yes sir, he had several ready for me to choose from.'

'Oh yeah? And how many others were there?'

'I didn't like to ask.' Vimes glanced at the iconograph, it showed a smiling young woman with brown hair and green eyes in a very fetching red dress sitting with what could be either the faculty of UU or small foothills tastelessly covered in velvet. He looked again, his eyes watered.

'Carrot,' he said passing the iconograph over. 'Can you please tell me whats on her right arm?' Carrot squinted.

'Er, freckles, a small scar, er.' There was a pause in which Carrot wiped at eyes. 'Could the demon need changing?' he asked passing it back.

'No,' Vimes said in a voice that sounded only slightly more certain than he was. 'They disappear after a while by themselves.' He looked again, moving the iconograph this way and that and squinting. 'You call into the Library every now and then don't you?' he asked, setting it aside in his "Things To Glare At Later" pile and the Paperwork immediately began work on it.

'Yessir, if I can spare the time.' Their eyes met. 'Which I think will be sometime tomorrow sir,' he continued slowly.

'Good man,' Vimes said. 'Now, how's the new sergeant doing?'

1) The Black Ribboners were basically a bunch of vampires who swore off the red stuff and tended to sing lots of songs about cocoa. Vimes was a Watch Commander whose neck and stake-hand itched whenever he came within fifty feet of a vampire, Black Ribbon or no Black Ribbon. However since vampires were never really the ones who liked to get a point (geddit?) they wasted several trees a year trying to get said Watch Commander to enlist several or indeed any of their of their number. Needless to say, the trees were wasted.

It was the following morning and Aisling was standing outside the door to Room 669. It was eerily silent, though with Wizarding students this means absolutely nothing. Advice from teaching staff rose in the back of her mind, "Show initiative but not too much, they don't like that" "Keep control but not obviously, they resent it" and "Never ever show your fear, they feed on it". She glanced to the end of the corridor where the Senior Staff were "waiting" behind sandbags. The Dean gave her a sickly smile and a thumbs-up. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, disabled the silencing spell and strode in.

At first the noise from the assembled students was thunderous but as Aisling walked across the vast expanse between the door and the podium and the students noticed her, the volume dropped into dead silence so that the sound of her boots echoed off the ancient stone walls. Aisling had been given a set of robes and shoes as well as a hat on signing on –although the fierce debating about her actual rank in the hierarchy would probably never be settled -2)- – and had only to spend half an hour on them before being mostly satisfied with the effect. The hooded ankle-length black robe had been trimmed with deep purple and dark red, material had been added in the form of trailing sleeves and flowing skirt but taken out in the form of a V-neck and fitted bodice. The boots were now knee high and had three inch heels and the hat fit quite well sloped over one eye. Given that the class was all-male and all-student, it wasn't long before the noise level was deafening again though now it consisted mainly of catcalls invitations and jokes that consisted of words that most of the older wizards would have had to look up.

Aisling reached the podium and waited. After a few moments when it became clear that whatever she was waiting for wasn't about to show up, she rapped quite hard on the podium top with her right hand. Immediately each and every desk top in the room swung up and belted their occupant quite hard in the face.

'Good morning class,' Aisling called in a magnified voice that seemed to fill the entire theatre. 'My name is Miss Aisling O' Connell and I will be teaching you defensive spells. In other words,' she grinned. 'How to stop somebody from doing exactly what I just did.'

2) Wizards are by nature intensely hierarchal. What's the point of learning magic if you cant look down on those below you and aspire to those above you, they ask. In former days, promotion was very much self-propelled and usually fatal (for those being demoted that is) but since Ridcully the Brown took attempts on his life very seriously, (the man still slept with 2 cocked and loaded crossbows by his bed and his staff leaning within reach) several would-be assassins were soon hung out of windows by ankles and broken limbs. This means that upward promotion within the ranks has effectively stalled, but without dampening the wizards innate Sense of Rank. Ridcully's time as Archchancellor was just unofficially seen by all as a resting period. Really.

Ponder Stibbons found most of the faculty crammed into one area of one of the many miles of corridor that turned the Unseen University into one ginormous maze. He stood for a moment and watched them bicker and elbow each other aside constantly while trying desperately to peer into a door window (A/N those little glass windows that are set into classroom doors so you can look in without opening the door, you read it right), and constantly shushing each other while at the back Ridcully was demanding to know what was going on at the top of his lungs. He coughed quite loudly and somehow this went unnoticed by anybody.

'Can she do that?' he heard the Chair gasp.

'Can we do that?' Dean asked hopefully.

'Gods I hope not!'

'Not that Runes, that.'

Stibbons sighed and began elbowing his way to the door, nearly suffocating on the way, but he eventually managed to squeeze out from between the Dean and the Chair and was promptly squashed right up against the glass. He somehow managed to push back enough to get a clear view and breathe at the same time.

'Youre blocking my view' Runes hissed at him.

'View of what?' Ponder hissed back. 'Its just someone teaching a class, who is it?'

'Put your glasses back on,' Dean told him. Ponder bit back a retort and wiped the fog off the glass of the window with his sleeve and peered through.

'Who the hell is that?' he breathed. Yesterdays impromptu meet-and-greet had mostly passed over Ponders head once he realized that the University wasn't in immediate danger and he disappeared once it became apparent that the senior staff were going to start singing at some point. He vaguely remembered shaking hands with someone in red but the subsequent twenty hours working on/ cajoling with/yelling at Hex had pushed it out of his mind altogether.

'That is Miss O' Connell, she's teaching Defensive Spells.' He squinted at the figure berating a class of usually sullen students, and it was working!

'They're listening to her. They're taking notes! How is she making them do that?!' he asked, receiving only awed shrugs that nearly squished him against the door again.

'Move Stibbbons,' Runes said losing his patience. 'You've had enough time, I want to see.' But just at that point, Aisling seemed to give up pretending that she couldn't see or hear them and pointed at the door. The window went black.

'Aaaawh!' the wizards let out a collective whine, then seemed to realise where they were. There was much coughing and "excuse me"s and nonchalant wandering back down the corridor as every wizard tried to make it clear to every other wizard that he had very important business elsewhere. Indeed, very important. Within moments Stibbons was all alone in the corridor except for the Bursar who kept trying to walk through the wall, though before long he gave up and wandered quite happily towards somewhere else.

'Hmm,' Ponder said, before walking very slowly back towards the HMB and Hex.

He had a feeling it was going to get very interesting around here very soon.

I know its difficult to read but the damn thing wont leave more than one space between paragraphs how the hell do you get it to leave more than one line between paragraphs!

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