"It's time to get up." The upbeat voice rang in Arturia's ears along with the clapping of hands. "In France they say, sleeping in is for the weak;" Jeanne laughed, "that's a lie —they don't say that but I do."

Arturia rolled over on the bed when the other female opened the blinds and sunlight flooded the room; also causing disturbance for the sleeping girl. She grunted loudly and brought the pillow over her face to shield it from the ferocious rays of the sun. "Five minutes." She grumbled and waved her hand to dismiss her maid.

"Five minutes and you earn a detention. Now; awake!" Jeanne pulled the pillow from Arturia's face gently and pulled the sheets from the girl's body.

Arturia shivered, feeling the familiar chilly breeze seep through her skin. She groggily sat up and thanked God that it was daybreak. She figured that the previous evening's events were simply in her dreams because she awoke normally, and she didn't know how exactly she had gotten into the bed sheets either.

"What is wrong, milord? You look mesmerized." Jeanne inquired as she crossed her arms over her chest and scanned the sleepy female.

"Uh," Arturia blinked, "nothing. I just remembered a nightmare I had and I was feeling awfully confused. It did not feel like a dream, but I guess that it was."

"You shan't sleep in your uniform; that is what night gowns are for. You wrinkled your uniform; just look at it." The French maid shook her head disappointingly as she eyed the noblewoman. "Oh," Jeanne intently looked at the other's ankle, "what happened?"

Arturia tilted her head and blinked. "What?" She still felt dazed and tired, her tongue feeling a bit numb and tingly.

"Your ankle; it looks like a bear trap clawed itself into you. What on earth happened?" Jeanne took the girl's foot in her hands to survey her injuries; she was truly alarmed and tried to grasp an explanation.

Arturia's green eyes grew wide —forgetting that she was ever sleepy —and she immediately went to check the injury. "Oh God." She breathed deeply and blinked at the other. "I thought—" They were rather deep cuts and she did recognize a faint outline of a hand from the bruise that caged her ankle. Upon touching it, she felt the injury throb and it caused her a slight tinge of pain, as all bruises cause when squished. She was having trouble recollecting her thoughts after she had felt the grip on her leg; but no matter how hard she tried to search her mind for the memory, she had absolutely no luck whatsoever.

"How did you get those?" Jeanne repeated her question; she was concerned for her friend and so her brows were knitted together in anxiousness. "Who did that to you?" She sounded more like a mother, if anything.

"I don't—" the green-eyed girl scratched her head, "—I don't recall..." It was causing her impatience because she wanted to know what exactly had occurred, but her mind was clouded and she couldn't search through it for answers.

"I will go and fetch you a bandage, alright? Stay put and I will be back in a short while." The French lady stood from the bed and bowed. She fixed her dress a little bit and then exited the room.

Arturia was a little off that morning for she was feeling rather hazy—as the day was feeling the opposite, but after Jeanne had treated her injury she was starting to push aside the strange occurrence. "I will be off to class then." She stated before fixing her uniform tie and giving Jeanne a kiss on the cheek. Her mind was starting to hurt as both the ladies exited the room and as Jeanne closed the door behind herself, Arturia had continued walking down the hallway. Arturia was already late for class and it did not help that the dorm building was across the courtyard from the school building. As she strode through the field, her green eyes caught site of a rich red fabric; maybe silk or satin —she could not tell. Her head turned towards the source of the flying fabric and she saw that a young lady standing still. Light brown hair that hung a little below her shoulders and skin as creamy white as Arturia's. She could not see the female's face, for the lady had her back to her as if she was looking beyond the trees of the courtyard. Something twisted deep within Arturia's chest and it told her to look away, to not mind the female; or even telling her that it was not real. She did not quite understand what the thought that lingered in her mind was trying to tell her; but she listened to it. Her eyes then lifted from the figure in red and jumped to the maid next to her. "Did you see—" She had paused noting that the Jeanne was good distance away from her.

Jeanne looked back to meet the female's gaze obediently, and for the slightest of seconds; Arturia could have sworn that it wasn't Jeanne that looked her way. "Did I see what, my lord?" Her violet eyes blinked at the other.

"Nothing." Arturia shook her head whilst rubbing her eyes. "I am still tired, I guess I was imagining things." Her tone was kept the same as she always had it and it was because she had not wanted to say anything at the moment, after she believed that Jeanne had not looked like herself.

"Well," Jeanne gave a sweet smile and a curtsy, "this is where I leave you."

Arturia then felt a little bit strange and gave a smile. "Alright." She said as they had already reached the front of the school building. "I will see you in the afternoon, right?"

"Yes, of course, my lord." She nodded.

"Great." Arturia gave a nod and then continued her way up the stairs and into the building. Once she looked back to give one last wave to Jeanne, the Frenchwoman was no longer there. At first, Arturia was skeptical and rather confused, but she tried to check where her maid had run off to and deemed it to be the Maids' dormitory. She took a deep breath and shook her head, after the events of the previous evening, she was exhausted and school was not her top priority.

"I was wondering when you were thinking on joining us, Pendragon." The teacher turned to her and have her a soft look. His words might have been threatening but his tone and the sincere smile on his face proved otherwise.

Arturia gave a nod. "I apologize for my tardiness, mister Wellington. I was feeling ill this morning and it took me a while to rid myself of that nauseating feeling." She explained, drooping her voice a note or two, trying her best to remain in mid-tenor.

"If you keep on feeling ill, then make sure to speak up. I would not want a student hurling in my class." Although it was a joke, the older male did mean for her to take care of herself. "Take a seat, Arthur."

Arturia nodded again and the proceeded to her seat, conveniently placed beside the window; where she could contemplate what had happened and think it over. Even try to remember the face that replaced Jeanne's for fractions of a second.

"Arthur. Arthur." Her name repeated, but she still was not used to is, and so she did not pay the slightest bit of attention.

The clack of the book hitting her desk had made her head shoot up quicker than bunny running for it's life. "Hm?" She hummed slightly and blinked up at the male that hover over her desk.

"Read the following paragraph, if you would please."

"Ah," she nodded at the teacher, "where are we?"

The male almost rolled his eyes —almost. "From the looks of it..." He grumbled and her gaze dropped to the book in front of her as she scanned the lines. She flipped a few pages before she founded, and she could feel the disappointing gaze over her head.

"From the looks of it, Alice and..." She read about three pages before the teacher had stopped her and told another student to continue the story, and immediately she returned to her thoughts; hoping that she had not kept them waiting for too long.

The rest of the day had continued to be rather uneventful and she did not even mind —school was not something she flaunted over; certainly not as much as another blonde male. That certain male, at the given moment, was actually talking rather loudly and annoyingly. She could not believe that that boy she met the other day —what was it? Darry, Desmund, Derrick, Diamond? She couldn't recall, even though she was the one who knew his name before he even had introduced himself; connections, they called it. You searched who was more important than the others and tried your best to make 'connections' with them and made sure not to slip up. It was strange that she didn't remember his name, but it was not like he was important anyway.

The male had noticed the green eyes that were settled upon him and he waved at her, signalling to come over. A smile bright on his face and eyes keeping friendly. Arturia turned around and began walking away, missing the drop of the male's smile. She had kept her walking pace, but an armed had made her halt. "Cove, not even a greeting?" He looked a bit hurt by cold shoulder that he was given. [1]

"Ah," She looked up, tilting her head in a aching manner, "Yeah." She nodded.

"Arthur, we are friends, try to be little bit nicer." He tried to give a smile.

"No, we are not friends. We met yesterday and we talked for less than ten minutes; that does not make us friends." She blinked up at him a couple of times.

"I—"

"Come on Dia, leave the dork alone. No one wants to be friends with him anyway." It was the blonde male that nearly growled their way, his ruby red eyes almost burning holes through her body.

The dark-haired boy had been looking back at the lighter haired male and then turned back to Arturia, he gave a hopeless smile and shrugged. Once she had not said a word, he gave a nod and then left.

"Dia..." She mumbled under her breath and he looked back, hearing his nickname. "Dia..." She said it again trying to remember the entire name. Upon turning towards the staircase, the male noted that she seemed a bit different than the previous day, but brushed it off. He did not know much of her anyway.


~Author's note~

Hey guys, I am back! How did you like the chapter? Good? Well, I hope you guys are having a great day and don't forget to tell me what you think! I also apologize for any mistakes! Forgive me!

Sincerely,

~Ms. AtomicBomb

[1]- Cove: It means man in 1800s slang