I do not own treasure planet, all TP characters belong entirely to Disney/ Pixar. Nor am I responsible for Treasure Island character(s) (Alexander Smollet etc.). RIP Robert Louis Stevenson. God bless.

Amy

– CHAPTER FOUR–

Amelia allowed Mr. Arrow to lead her through the long halls that all looked the same, all of them so big and long and seemingly endless. Full of doors the same colour, heights, width.

Amelia knew the first few days of her life here would be spent roaming these corridors, searching aimlessly for her classes.

"This way," Arrow said, steering her into a door along a corridor Amelia knew she would never find again.

The room was so large Amelia stared. It would have fitted four of Aunt Syllivier's moth smelling houses into it side by side, even a small garden too.

There was a large mahogany desk against a wall, behind it a great armchair. The rest of the room was furnished with crumbling furniture, most designed from planets halfway across the galaxy.

" Miss. Smollet?" Boomed a fat man.

He was wearing the fakest wig Amelia had ever seen and was undoubtedly "thinning" as some delicately put it, his rather portly stomach protruded from his jacket and he had the shunned look of someone who had attempted to cram his entire belly into a confined space, and it was rebelling, his eyes were small, beady and black and his webbed hands added nothing to improve his squatness.

Over all impression Amelia thought: Some demented kind of frog thing.

"This is Amelia Smollet," Arrow said, stepping in to answer the question in Amelia's absence.

The fat man squinted and Amelia turned her laugh into a cough as she considered him to look exactly like a constipated toad. Could toads even be constipated? She wondered thoughtfully.

"Welcome to the Interstellar Academy, I am the headmaster Professor Orotund."

Amelia quietly contemplated the irony of his name. Orotund? Very apt.

" Miss. Smollet?" He practically yelled.

Amelia looked up, startled. Was that a question?

Orotund narrowed his eyes. "I said welcome to the Interstellar Academy."

I am not deaf, I heard you. "Sir?" she replied.

"I welcomed you, are you not going to thank me?"

Why in Grimm's name would anyone thank someone for welcoming them? Does welcoming someone desire a ceremonious congregator these days? "Thank you," she managed.

"Thank you what?"

"Sir?"

He muttered unintelligibly.

Amelia took this time to observe the other people in the room. They were all seated at Orotund's table.

There were six of them, all different species. There was a deer like man with antlers from his head, a woman whom possessed no ears but three noses, two twins who were beetle black and had feelers under their dirty blonde hair, a thing that looked neither man nor women but was dressed in some foreign material that looked horribly like elephant skin.

The last was a pleasant looking middle aged woman, who smiled and winked at Amelia, her thin eyebrows moving. She smiled at Arrow, who hastily tipped his hat and avoided her gaze.

"Very well," said Orotund finally. "Miss. Smollet, you have been summoned today by the school council, because you wish to join our prestigious achievers here at the academy…"

Does he always shout? She thought, her mind again wandering from the beefy, angry little man in front of her. He's really short, I'm taller than him already…maybe he's a dwarf.

Amelia inwardly laughed as she thought about all the stunts she could pull on him. I could put a little note on his back with an arrow to his wig saying 'who killed the cat!' Nah, that's way too traditional.

She thought through possible things she could do, before finally thinking a knee-slapper that would give her hours of entertainment, grinning, she returned her gaze to Orotund.

"I now turn tour board and ask them to give their judgment. What does the school board consider appropriate?"

The members spoke quietly for a few seconds, before the nice old lady stood and read a statement.

"The school board recognizes Amelia Smollet, daughter of the late Alexander Smollet. We digress that his death has placed a deep impact upon our decision, we feel that Miss. Smollet should indeed, join the ranks of our fine young students. She may be one of our younger students, but we feel that it is our duty to see Alexander's child, safely through her learning years. We pray that her years here are congenial, and that she will stay with us for an aeon!"

The board members smiled approvingly and the woman sat down.

Amelia's heart leapt, she had been fairly certain she would get the position, but she hadn't counted on all the board accepting her.

Orotund fumed. "Does-does no one have any argument?" He asked weakly.

The board members were silent. Amelia could have touched the ceiling, she was in and she had made it! If only Daddy could have been here. But she couldn't brood on that! Her journey was about to begin.

Hey pplz! U all gud? Feelin' great? Cool! Constructive criticism as alwys plz!. R&R so I can edit it. Really enjoyin positn'! More soon & remember… if u c sum 1 without a smile, give them 1 of urs!

– Amelia Johnsonn–

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