A/N: Hejsa Viewers! So I stopped working for about a week. Sorry, readjusting to school life has been an awkward transition. But worry not sweet little reader. I, DF shall grant you my mediocre fan fiction on a semi-regular basis from now on! Lucky you.

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Without further ado...

A sliver of morning sun pushed through a slit in between curtains, illuminating the rather dim area that was Gaston De Hiraga's room. An audible groan could be heard from within a disheveled pyramid of blankets resting on the floor.

"Accursed morning, your sadistic pleasure in disturbing my sleep vexes me" Groggily moaned the voice. Slowly rising from his self-made bed, Gaston stretched, yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

He picked himself up and headed to his wardrobe muttering something about needing to invent an awaken spell. After cleaning his face in the wash bowl and getting dressed Gaston headed outside his room for breakfast. Not surprisingly his brother Louis, was also leaving his chambers with the same sleepy scowl on his identical face. Since a very young age the boys had gotten ready at the same time every day, without fail for the last seventeen years.

"Good morning brother" They both said at the exact same time before the pair headed off toward the dining hall, slowly waking up.

Rounding a corner they ran into Kim, their sister. "Good morning" Kim blandly stated in her usual monotone voice.

Gaston and Louis simultaneously responded as they had for years, with a sleepily enthusiastic "ohayou gozaimasu!"

"So" said Gaston "How was your first night at the Tristain Academy of Magic?" Kim thought for a moment "Comfortable"

Finally reaching the hall, they split up. Kim sitting with the first years and the boys with the second. The second year table was a buzz with mindless drabble of catching up and nonsensical gossip. "Do you suppose anything interesting will happen this year?" Asked Gaston "I doubt it" Louis answered, taking a bite of some kind of pastry.

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Jean stepped into the classroom, an indifferent look plastered on his chiseled features. Francesca Licked her lips. After their encounter yesterday she had dug up all information she could on the man- almost none. His origins were unknown, as well as his level of skill and element type among other small details. Perhaps he was a bastard, or had his family been dishonored? Her mind swam with all the saucy possibilities.

Two things she did learn however, his name and class schedule. Jean Claude la Lafayette. Dismissing the unknown family name she moved on to rearranging her classes to more productive subjects (with him of course). So now Francesca had every class with the lovely Jean.

She waved his way. "Oh Jean! Sit here won't you?" Jean sighed and relented. Most other seats were taken or reserved. He was later than he'd like to be but still early, he had stopped to aide a servant that had dropped their masters laundry.

"Salutations brave night" were the first breathy words from her soft red lips. She said it in a teasing manner.

"Good morning Valliere" Jean stated, not amused as he took the seat next to her. Francesca smirked. "So you decided to do some research on me as well. Oh Jean, you needn't trouble yourself with information gathering I would have told you all about me if only you'd asked!" Francesca shifted into a position where her cleavage could be viewed openly.

"Actually, I merely guessed based on your appearance" said Jean, averting his eyes and trying to change the subject.

"Oh" responded Francesca in a disheartened tone. So he hadn't taken the time to research me... Then she perked right back up. "Well this means introductions are in order. Greetings plebeian, I am Francesca Rochechouart de Mortemart de La Montespan" She said with the small amount of noble pride she cared to keep and extending her hand.

Jean begrudgingly responded properly, taking her small hand in his large and placing a tender kiss on her knuckle. "I, Jean Claude la Lafayette am honored to be in your presence milady"

"Hm, well that was disappointing" Jean immediately looked up confused. Had he done it wrong? No, he'd done formal greetings many times in the past. "What do you mean?" He demanded.

"Well I guess I expected something a bit more... I don't know rough? I thought you a thuggish brute from your rugged appearance but thus far you have applied every noble manner as if read from a book!" Francesca pouted.

Jean smirked "Milady, never judge a books contents by it's cover" She 'hmphed' and slumped in her seat. Jean, amused turned toward the front.

Just then, a rather short portly man burst into the room panting. "G-good morning class" He straightened himself and cleared his throat. "I will be your enchanting and infused objects professor this term. I am Franz the bright, you may call me Teacher or Monsieur Villafort if you like" A few students snickered at his dwarf-like appearance.

Jean ignored them and listened intently. Of all the subjects he had learned and or mastered, enchanting was always the most difficult. He was absolutely awful, Jean almost always failed, but not for lack of trying.

"Last year you learned the basics of enchanting as well as the history of influential enchanted objects. This year we will be exploring uses of enchanting as well as enchanting objects themselves!" Excitement was obvious in his voice.

Francesca was already bored and had stopped listening to Monsieur Dwarf. Leaning backwards in her chair, she began to hear the whispers of students behind her.

"Have you heard any recent news of the uprisings?" Asked one "Are those still going on? Uhg! I wish the commoners would learn their place already. Barbaric trash, resorting to strikes" Scoffed the other.

When the two spoke she noticed something interesting out of the corner of her eye- he flinched. Jean had flinched when they spoke ill of commoners. Clear as day to anyone who was paying attention. 'Hm so he has a vulnerability towards the commoners' smirking inwardly she began to develop a plan. She would use this new information, yes. Perhaps get on his last nerve, make him explode and reveal to her his secret 'plebe fetish'. From there all she had to do was blackmail him into... Relations. Sure he had manners but that didn't lessen the attraction as much as she let on. Francesca's cheeks flushed bright red at the thought of all this scheming and debauchery. She giggled to herself letting her mind run wild...

"Miss Montespan?" Francesca was lost in her own world and was only able to mutter a bubbly "Hm?"

"Would you like to share with the class what is so humorous about the battle of Danglars?" Villafort asked, glaring and one brow raised for emphasis "Miss Montespan?" At that point Jean turned to her sighing in exasperation.

"Valliere, up!" Jean commanded. Francesca came out her daydream- and on to the floor. She had forgotten she was leaning in her chair. The class burst into laughter. Jean sighed once more and turned to his notes. "Ow..." Francesca replied wearily "Could you repeat the question Monsieur Villafort?" She asked, getting back in her chair as if nothing happened.

"Ah, so nice of you to join us Miss Montespan" Villafort stated sardonically "I had asked if anyone knew why I would be mentioning the battle of Danglars in Magic Infusion class" The short educator stated impatiently.

"Yes well, of course" Francesca stuttered still trying to regain her composure. What could she say? She had never even heard of Danglers let alone a battle of the same name. She took in a deep breath and sat up straight looking forward with more determination than the situation called for. Then, as if announcing a call to war she declared "Monsieur Villafort, I have no idea!"

The class was silent for a moment save for a few gasps, in awe of her dramatic proclamation. The class that is, excluding two. Jean and Villafort. Jean simply let out another exasperated sigh, placing his face in his palms. Villafort simply looked forward, a bored blank look in his face.

"Anyone have an actual answer?" Villafort asked, searching his class of moronic students for any sign of intelligence. A well manicured hand went up in the front row.

"I believe I know the answer" Came a snobbish voice. It was a boy no more than 17. His angelic features framed by long wavy locks of flaxen hair. His deep amethyst eyes slayed even the hardest of hearts. Woman fawned over this Adonis left and right, the man was practically glowing! He was cool, smart, available and most of all, a flaming homosexual. Yes, Edmund swung that way and was damn proud of it. Sorry ladies.

"Alright then Monsieur-" Villafort scanned his seating chart for the boys name "Grammont, please inform the class".

Edmund smirked, ready to show off his brilliance. Standing for effect, he began " The battle of Danglars was an ancient battle that took place before Brimmir founded the nations. No one knows the cause but eventually a very powerful enchantress altered humans to become the perfect hunters and protect her town. She is known only as 'mother' and her children became the monsters we today know as vampires" He stated with an air of superiority.

"Correct, thank you for that textbook description Monsieur Grammont. Now let's move on to exactly how..."

Jean was no longer paying attention, he didn't need to. He had been trained for this mission and revolutionary life in general so he knew all of this low level curriculum. Now if I could only enchant... He thought, drifting off into an imaginary world ruled by himself and his vampire army.

A/N: How'd you like it? Why don't you tell me by writing a review! And from now on I think I'll be posting once a week. Perhaps Fridays or Saturdays.

Au Revoir readers!

-DF