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Hannah sat in a far corner of the library, away from the main area as far as she could be. It wasn't that she didn't like people but she felt that solitude was the most conducive for studying and tutoring. Not only was there less noise but the chances of people seeing her flinch or generally spaz out due to a hallucination was reduced considerably.

As usual, she was five minutes early before the scheduled appointment. She felt it was more professional to be there before the students she tutored and gave her a moment to collect her thoughts. She took a deep breath and told herself it was going to be a hallucination free session. It never worked but it made her feel better.

With her thoughts properly collected she took out her supplies and made sure every notepad and writing utensil was perfectly aligned. As irrational as she knew it to be, she held the belief that if only her universe was in perfect alignment then everything would fall into place. The student would learn and pick up her tutelage with the utmost of ease and things would work as they should. It never happened as the boy who was twenty minutes late or the girl who got overwhelmed with organizational tools could attest. So far she had not great success with tutoring her peers at Spencer but she was hopeful and wasn't going to give up.

"I need the money. Otakon is going to be the best this year and night student Vampire Knight uniforms don't just fall out of the sky," she thought to herself as she compulsively straightened and re-straightened her writing implements.

She didn't know what the student needed tutoring in as it was a last minute appointment and the library aid was less then helpful in getting all the information. So Hannah had no choice but to bring everything she thought she might need.

Red pens for editing and correcting reading and comprehension; pencils and graph paper for math; purple pens for history courses; and blue pens for everything else. She was prepared for whatever subject the student might need help in and she was relieved. She had all different types of paper and an organizational binder to help the student after they were done. Her methods might seem a bit overboard but they have been proven to work.

"Organized life, organized mind, organized thought," her mantra she lived by and repeated in her head as she made slight adjustments to make things even more perfect.

She was so content to arrange her things that she was able to ignore the growing vibrations that moved under her skin that inexplicably got stronger as the minutes ticked by. She couldn't bother herself with possible tactile hallucinations when her pencil and pens kept getting out of line. She didn't even notice the presence of a tall male in front of her but the scent of ozone did break through her concentration. She briefly wondered if someone had cracked a window and if there was a storm on the horizon.

Tyler was nervous because he had never met a witch before. He had never gone to tutoring before either and wasn't sure what exactly he was supposed to bring. He brought what he thought was common sense stuff; such as his textbook, notebook, pencils, and weekly homework assignments. He wanted to be as authentic as possible but he also didn't want to spend the entire time actually going over algebra.

He walked into the Spencer library and instantly felt her presence. They normally kept the library slightly below room temperature to preserve the books and computers but the witch's essence made it seem almost uncomfortably warm. His feet started to walk on their own, knowing where he needed to be. He vaguely remembered one of the library aids, an unassuming student that he didn't even bother to get her name, told him that Hannah usually liked to tutor in the private cubicles in the far end of the History section. He passed by rows and rows of mahogany book shelves, never paying attention to their labels. He instinctively knew where the witch was and didn't need instructions.

Tyler's heartbeat elevated and his hands started to itch as his senses told him he was getting closer. It was the closest he'd been to Hannah since she got there and tried his best to settle himself before he met her. His natural urge was to get to her as fast as possible and let things go from there but he knew better than to rush at her. She was new and had no idea of their ways; he wasn't sure himself as the Book of Damnation was uninformative in how to actually court a witch. But he was sure that even if she felt the same pull he did, if he approached her as such and not knowing what was going on would freak her out.

When he turned the corner to the back of the library he instantly recognized her even if he had never seen her before. The hair on his arms stood at attention and the smell of coconuts wafted around him, making his mouth water. He was still a bit a ways from her but he could make out most of her features.

She had a riot of ebony curls that were barely contained in a simple black headband and a bright sunset orange flower clipped above her right ear. The witch had a delicate neck that was exposed from her gathered hair in a messy bun. He had the sudden urge to caress her exposed flesh with his lips and take in more of her delicious scent.

He could tell she was of some sort of Asian decent by her prominent cheekbones and almond shaped eyes but he wasn't sure exactly which Ethnicity. Despite Kira's racist remark, he was certain she wasn't Chinese as her features seemed too dark and her eyes were less dramatic than the ones from girls he definitely knew were Chinese or Japanese. He was also fairly certain she was mixed as the Hamilton's were of French and Scottish stock. She had perfect Cupid's bow lips, the bottom one just slightly fuller than her top; as if she had a habit of biting her lower lip.

He could see where she got the habit from as she had a look of utter concentration as she lowered her head and her brow furrowed. He had never seen anyone pay as much attention to pens as Hannah had. The brunette warlock was not sure what she was doing but he figured that it was time to finally introduce himself to the woman who could end up saving his life.

"Hi," he greeted. It was simple and friendly.

He was surprised that when she looked up he stared into mismatched eyes. She had a dark chocolate right eye with golden flecks surrounding the pupil and an evergreen left eye that made a stark contrast.

Hannah was momentarily left speechless as one of the most gorgeous males she had ever seen stood in front of her. He had spikey dark brown hair and the clearest blue eyes she'd ever seen. His angular cheekbones and strong jawline gave him a classically handsome look and she knew he probably had a row of perfectly white teeth and a heartbreaking smile.

She knew that someone of his probably high social standing normally did not visit the library and wondered if he was lost. Hannah realized she was being rude and probably staring like an idiot.

"Hi," she greeted back, not sure what else to say. She was not used to being in the company of someone so beautiful and wondered what the correct social protocol was. She couldn't think of what he could possibly want from her and she hoped that her rapid heartbeat wasn't noticeable but to her it seemed as if it drummed loudly for all to hear.

There was a momentary awkward pause as the two teens stared each other down, neither sure how to act around the other.

Tyler took a deep breath and decided he had to take action and be assertive.

"Umm...I'm Tyler Simms. I'm here for tutoring. You're Hannah right?"

As soon as the word "tutoring" left the boy's lips Hannah let out the breath she wasn't aware she was holding.

"Tutoring, yes that makes sense," she thought privately.

"Right, sorry...Did you say Simms?" she asked curiously. She thought it was a bit coincidental that she had just got done talking with her friend about the four families that made up Ipswich and one happened to be the one she was scheduled to tutor at the last minute.

"Yes," he replied, wondering why she had a pensive look on her face about his surname.

"Hmmm….interesting. I'm Hannah Takalua. Nice to meet you," she introduced herself and politely extended her hand for a handshake.

Taylor automatically extended his hand as well. As soon as their fingers touched a visible spark snapped between then and both teens quickly took back their hands; both slightly jarred by shock they received.

Hannah looked at her own hand, seemingly unsure if it was hers. She looked at Tyler and he had the same bewildered look on his face.

"Did you feel that?" she asked him, unsure if the event actually occurred and worried her symptoms were getting worse. Especially given that she still felt the jolt run through her and the odd reaction of the intense heat between her legs.

"Yeah, that was kind of weird," he answered as casually as he could. His whole body felt the shock and the sensation echoed all throughout him. He knew it was his power reacting to hers but he couldn't reveal that to her. The brunette was uncertain how Hannah would react to the supernatural event. He also quickly sat down as he did not want to offend the witch with the erection that developed from her mere touch.

With the blue eyed teen's confirmation that the odd event did indeed take place, her mind quickly deduced a possible logical explanation.

"We must have had an unusually high charge of electrostatic energy that discharged at contact, colloquially known as static shock. Did you know that the correct scientific term is the Triboelectric effect? The phenomenon occurs when certain materials become electrically charged by coming into contact with other materials, then the charge is separated; usually by rubbing. That's why when you go across carpet in socks and then touch someone or certain objects the energy is then transferred…and you don't need to know this. Sorry sometimes I just babble on…" Hannah stopped herself mid-sentence and slightly cocked her head as if she just thought of something.

"Unless you're here for tutoring in electrostatic physics then it'd be very useful but I don't think I saw that particular subject in the course catalog for Spencer…unless it's a sub-category you're now covering in basic physics that you need help with but it's actually a very simple concept and I don't think you'd need tutoring just in that…I'm sorry what did you say you were here for?"

Tyler wasn't entirely sure what the girl was talking about and was slightly bewildered that she could talk for so long without taking a breath. He did notice how cute her facial expressions were as she explained the odd occurrence.

"I didn't, I'm here for algebra II."

"A subject I am fully certified to tutor as well as many other areas in mathematics. Here is a list of my credentials in case there are other subjects you need help in as well as my certifications in C.P.R., the Heimlich maneuver, and advanced EMT training."

Tyler felt overwhelmed with everything the girl was pushing at him and his plan on seducing her was quickly falling apart. It seemed she was determined to help his academic career. He took the perfectly organized folder and quickly perused its contents, impressed and slightly intimidated by her scholastic prowess.

"So let's get started. Where are you in Algebra II?" she asked, not wanting to waste time.

"Umm…radical equations."

"Oh fun. Where are your grades in the class now?"

"I'm barely averaging about a B- now."

"That's not too bad, did you want to maintain or do better?"

"I was thinking just to maintain…I don't really think I could do better."

"Of course you can! With my help and effort you can do anything you want," Hannah said with a big smile and more exuberance for math than he'd ever seen on anyone. He was suddenly filled with a comforting warmth and felt that he could indeed do better with his math grades.

"Let me ask you this, did you do very well in geometry?"

Tyler wasn't sure what geometry had to do with algebra but he answered her question.

"Yeah I did actually. Only time I ever had an A in a math class."

"That's not too surprising. Usually those who struggle with algebra do very well in geometry. Would you say you're pretty visual and learn better with pictures?"

He took a moment to remember why he did so well in his previous math class and was surprised to realize that Hannah was right. He could clearly remember all the triangles and all the other shapes and how easily what the teacher told him clicked. He shook his head to affirm Hannah's observation.

"Yes, one of the things students usually have such issues with algebra is that it mainly works with equations that after a while can look like a bunch of random numbers with the Greek alphabet thrown in, which is most likely because algebra uses Greek letters for notations. Did you know that while the word algebra comes from the Arabic word 'al-jabr' and many of modern methods come from Arab mathematics, its roots dates back to earlier traditions; most notably the Greeks. Diophantus, an Alexandrian Greek, is considered to be the 'father of algebra.' Father here is used in a metaphorical sense of course. Meaning that he was one of the first recorded persons to really expound upon algebraic mathematics in his books Arithmetica, not a literal father that somehow sired math which would be impossible…and I'm getting off topic. I'm sorry," she apologized as she saw that Tyler's eyes had somewhat glazed over. Something she was used to when she went off on tangents.

Tyler's mind had started to wander but it wasn't because he thought she was boring, he was just mesmerized by how her lips moved and how bright her eyes got when she spoke. He could tell she was really into what she was teaching and had a type of spirit not commonly found in his peers. The way her hands moved as she spoke and became animated was very endearing to him. He was so entranced by her that he didn't catch the last thing he said.

Hannah was slightly puzzled at Tyler's silence and felt heated under his intense gaze. She saw that he was looking into her eyes and a spike of insecurity shot through her as she assumed he was morbidly fascinated by her mismatched eyes. She remembered growing up with her eyes cast down because others would stare or worse, make fun of her "freaky eyes."

"It's heterochromia, or more specifically complete herterochromia iridum."

The dramatic difference in her voice was what brought Tyler back to reality. She went from being bubbly and excited to small and unsure. He wasn't sure what brought this on and from his confused face she explained further.

"It's when one eye is a different color than the other due to too much or a lack of melanin. It's not contagious or anything and I know it can be kind of jarring to see since it's pretty rare in humans. Although it is frequent in other mammal species, especially in certain breeds of cats like the Turkish Angora and in dogs, particularly those who have the piebald coat coloring…" she explained while looking intently at her notebook.

The warlock felt very bad at how she interpreted his rude staring and he could kick himself for making her feel insecure. He quickly tried to set her straight as it was not the impression he wanted to leave with her.

"No, no, it's not jarring at all. I'm sorry for staring; it's just that I've never seen such cool eyes before. They aren't jarring at all and I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I think they're really beautiful and unique," He said sincerely, hoping that she didn't take offense to his initial rudeness.

Hannah blinked a few times, totally unprepared for such a statement. She was not used to such complements from the opposite sex, especially about her eyes. She was unsure how to respond so she went with her stand bye of things to say when she was unsure but positive that it was a compliment.

"Thank you, that's very nice of you to say," she said hesitantly and then remembered advice from her friend that told her that if someone complimented her it was proper to not only thank them but to offer a compliment back.

"You have very nice eyes too. Did you know that blue eyes are considered a polygenic trait? It means that more than one gene interaction is the cause of expression of blue eyes. It's theorized that at some point in our history, the mutation on the eighty-sixth intron of the HERC2 gene interacted with the OCA2 gene promoter and reduced its expression and therefore reduced melanin production."

Tyler was clueless on how to respond to that so he nodded his head and smiled. Hoping that she didn't catch that he had no idea what she was talking about.

Hannah knew that she had let her mouth run away with her again and wished she knew when to stop talking. There was an awkward silence that she compulsively had to fill because she never could handle awkward situations well. So she chose to lighten the mood up with a joke.

"My friends and I like to call it my 'Sharingan'" she said as she pointed to her left green eye, ending with a snort; laughing at her own joke.

Tyler still had no idea what she was talking about but as long as she kept smiling and laughing as cutely as she was, Hannah could make as many odd jokes as she wanted.

"Anyway…" she said to get things moving along, "What topic are you covering in class again?"

"Umm…" He hesitated, wanting to make sure what area they were covering that week. He checked his syllabus and told her,

"We're doing radical equations."

"Oh those are fun," she said with utmost sincerity, "Generally radical equations are when a variable is 'stuck' in a square root but it can really be any root: square, cube, etc…You solve by 'undoing' the equation, meaning you do the opposite of what is being done in order to isolate the variable. Think of it as the variable is the princess and it's you to you to figure out how to get her out of the castle. The tools you pick from your inventory to help her escape depend on what type of radical or 'castle' is protecting her…"

For the first time in his life, Tyler was entranced by math. The soft but animated way Hannah spoke lulled him into a stupor but somehow the concepts got through to him. It was almost as if she were hypnotizing him into learning.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the delay but hopefully this mega chapter will appease you! I'm putting it in two parts so it's not so overwhelming. Enjoy!

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