Please note all dialogue is heard as Arabic in the world of the story (English will be noted in quote tag. seriously Vlad, learn some languages).
House of Night, Cairo, Egypt.
A girl with dark skin and golden eyes stood outside the priestess's office. Her black hair chopped short. The back spiked short and the bangs to her chin. The third former symbol was on the sweatshirt she had tied around waist. She'd been standing out there waiting for her roommate since classes let out.
The door finally opened. A girl sporting a hijab over her long, wavy ginger hair walked out the room. Her face was very pale and her light green eyes sparkled as she beamed at her friend. The sixth former insignia hung from a chain beneath the triple moon.
"What did you get in trouble for this time?" The darker skinned girl asked.
"I didn't get in trouble… well a little bit but," the ginger's words featured a thick British accent to her fairly perfect Arabic.
At this time a tall slender woman walked out of the room they were standing near. Her dark brown hair cut into a sleek bob and her eye makeup mimicking those of ancient Egyptians. She plucked the veil off the lighter skinned fledgling and glared down at her. "Cassidy, how many times do I have to tell you to not mock the Muslims? It's disrespectful."
"I've told her how much I hate it, but she apparently doesn't love me enough, Isis."
"Thanks for the effort Fahima. Now go do something." The high priestess told the two, tucking the scarf into one of her pockets.
Cassidy grabbed her roommate's arm and dragged her toward the dorms, waving enthusiastically at the priestess until they reached a corner to round.
Fahima looked skeptically at the older girl. Cassidy sighed.
"Well, there was the whole skipping class thing again, and the veil, and the scolding me for not taking my position seriously, and the disrespecting of professors especially my mentor…"
"Do you like making everyone think you don't care?"
"I don't care, that's the thing."
As they approached the doors to the dorms Fahima noticed a male sitting on the steps. He perked up and ran over to them, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
"'Oh my God, he's wearing a fez!'" Cassidy exclaimed, pointing to the red hat on the fourth former's head. The two stared at her as though she had lost it. "Really? Nothing? Isn't there a BBC Egypt or something?"
"You've been here four years and you never noticed a lack of it?" The boy asked, taking Fahima's hand and leading her into the common room.
"Shut it Nuhad! You're just jealous because I get to sleep in the same room as you're girlfriend!"
"Your crush is flattering Cassidy but I keep telling you that I don't roll that way."
"You know you want me. Anyway, I'll be our room! Be good!" The ginger ran upstairs and entered her room.
A woman with long black hair looked at her. She was clad in green and standing over Fahima's desk. She spoke in English. "You're not the one I want."
"Oh? I see how it is, trying to take my girl too?" Cassidy replied in her native language despite her fear. The woman was radiating scary and staring at her as if planning to have her as a meal.
"Oh, I've had a claim on her long before you met her, child of Nyx."
"She's a child of Nyx too."
"No, she'll be one of mine soon enough. Don't inter-…" A girl came out the bathroom, drying her hair.
"Xia-sama, we should stay at a hotel for the night or something. Or is your house still standing here?" the girl whined.
"Oh Sophie, always so dramatic. We're departing for Brazil as soon as our business here is done."
"No way! I'm staying then! I'm tired of you dragging me everywhere! And where the hell is Lola!" Sophie then stomped out of the room.
"You're name is Xia? That's an odd name." Cassidy covered her mouth after saying it, reverting back to Arabic.
"Not as odd as a red head in Egypt. That's a British accent right?" Xia switched languages too. Before the aforementioned red head could reply with another potentially fatal remark Fahima opened the door and started to comment on how her boyfriend wanted to borrow a CD.
"Fahima, my dear." Xia closed the door, backing the native Egyptian against it. "Oh, it pains me to give you this. Especially knowing what the former holder of the element you will receive could have done… But I've made my choice."
"You're…" Fahima was cut off as Xia jabbed her forehead, flipping her mark as she had been doing so much lately.
Xia then moved the limp girl away from the door and left.
"Fahima!" Cassidy ran over to the girl and started wiping off the blood. The girl's boyfriend ran up the stairs and stared in horror.
When the new mirrored fledgling came to Cassidy and Nuhad were competing to stare at her in close range. The high priestess was pacing back and forth in the room, talking on the phone in English.
Fahima sat up she put her hand to her forehead. "What happened?"
The priestess shoved her smartphone into her pocket. "You're mark flipped."
"I still don't understand how something like that happens!" Nuhad said, turning away from the girl.
"Oh, Nuhad, obviously it all has to do with the Gods." Cassidy said condescendingly as she placed her arms around his shoulders.
"Someone will be here in the next few days to help you with this new stage of your life. Until then continue classes as normal, Fahima." Isis informed them and walked out.
And so they did. Fahima went through her normal routine for the next two days: going to class, scolding Cassidy, and hanging out with her boyfriend. A few fellow students asked for an explanation but otherwise it was fine. Then Vlad showed up.
It was Cassidy standing outside the priestess's office for once.
"Gah, can't she pick countries where people speak English?" Vlad asked in the language he wished to communicate in.
"I can speak English perfectly!" Cassidy burst into the room, tired have having to listen through the door.
"Excellent. You can translate between us."
Vlad gave the short version of what was happening, which took a while with the having to go back and forth between the two languages.
"Five? That creeper said something about going to Brazil next," Cassidy informed the male Vampyre.
He nodded. "I'll have to give the priestess there a call. Do you know what language they speak in Brazil? I know a bit of Spanish."
"Pretty sure they speak Portuguese."
"Damn. Well, Fahima are you ready to take on whatever Xia or I throw at you?" Vlad waited for the translation.
Fahima nodded bravely.