Before I begin, I must say to Rabbidduckies, your pen name is EPIC.
The cool November chill held in the air, yet the square was still bustling. Checking my watch, I saw that it was about 5 PM. It seemed like everyone was busy, everyone virtually ignoring me. Ah, what a relief. I'd had enough attention for one day. It was unnerving.
Across the lot, I saw Zoey wave at me frantically. I just gave her a shy 'Yo' nod. She ran over to me, faster than I had anticipated. "Hey, Genevieve! I forgot to tell you one very important thing; Your Mentor," She smiled genuinely at me.
"Um, okay? Mentor?"
"This person will help you with anything you need. Pretty much just an adult vampyre to show you the ropes. That alright?"
Well, a little help WOULD be nice. Damn, I thought, I hope it's not Erik. I love him and all, but I'm not really all that into having him at my side all the time. "Okay, who is it?"
"Your English professor, and my close friend, Damien Maslin. Erik chose him just for you!" Oh God, knowing Erik, I probably have a drill Sargent. Wonderful. Seeing my pained expression, Zoey said "Professor Maslin is quite...wordy and Erik told me you were too," Oh, thank God or Nyx or Buddha or Jesus or whoever was in charge here!
"That's serendipitous!"
"Oh yes, Damien is so your perfect match," Zoey smiled as if she knew something I didn't. Perfect match? I began to wonder about Zoey and whether she supported teacher/student relations. Suddenly abashed, she sputtered "No no no! Not like that! He is way too gentlemanly for that and, quite frankly, you are not his type," She laughed at whatever the joke was.
"That's...good. I'm just going to find Professor Maslin now..."
"Go check over there!" Zoey was still bent over, laughing in spontaneous fits. She had pointed at a small brick building. It, like the rest of the House, was gorgeous. While it was not as flashy as the Cathedral part, it's simplicity held enormous beauty.
Walking briskly, I made my way to the building. When I reached it, I noticed that it had a little silver plaque that declared it the "E/LA Studies Wing". Fabulous. I made my way down the corridor, checking each nameplate until I saw "Damien Maslin, Third Form English Professor" written in fine script. That's my guy.
I knocked catiously on the door then stepped inside. "Um, Professor Maslin?"
"Do not say 'um'. It's atrocious," A man sitting over a desk looked up at me. "Ah, you must be Genevieve Night, am I mistaken?"
"No, sir," I added the 'sir' in there, just in case my drill Sargent prediction was correct. His expression softened.
"Nice to meet you, your brother and sister-in-law are great friends of mine," Oh, joy. More people who know of my brother's mysterious wife.
"That's great,"
"Yes, it is. Well, as I'm sure you've been informed, I am your mentor. So, do you have any questions?"
"Yeah, who is Erik married to?" I asked, wondering why no one had told me.
"You don't know?"
"That would explain why I'm asking, wouldn't it?"
"Don't mouth off!" He sighed then began again. "Your brother is married to the High Priestss, Zoey," I knew she was hiding something! Damn, I should of saw it coming!
A/N Short one again. I'm running out of time to write, but I promised I would update often. Actually, I'll be updating more often this week because A) It is Spring Break and B) All my plans are cancelled on account of the fact that my Friday the 13th ended with a sprained ankle, which sucks BIG time. So, I'll TRY to update at LEAST every other day or even more often! How great is that? Review please!