Long time, no see, folks! Here we go again, as it were. Have fun with it! - M.
Several weeks had passed, and she found herself dead in the middle of midterms. It wasn't such a horrible prospect, as most of her muggle friends perceived it to be. Candace, like her mother before her, reveled in displaying how much knowledge of a subject she had retained.
As she handed her completed world history exam to the instructor, she looked back at all those staring at her. Apparently she'd finished it in record time, much to the dismay of the others' whose grading curve she had just thrown to the wind. She gave a tiny wave to Mencia and Abigail, trying to be as quiet as possible as she let the creaking old door shut behind her.
"Boo!"
Candace jumped about three inches, putting her books before her in self defense. But she had little to worry about. The young man, Charles Carrington, was standing in an alcove nearby, smoking a dark looking cigarette. He offered it to her with a nod, but she politely declined.
"Merlin's beard, you scared the beejesus out of me. Please, don't do that again. And no thank you, I don't like smoking."
Just as quickly, the corners of Charles's eyes crinkled as he dropped his cigarette to the concrete below, stamping it out with his Italian leather shoes. She bet that they were the extremely expensive kind. In fact, everything about him had an expensive air.
"Would you do me the favor of dining with me this evening?"
One eyebrow cocked upward as she began to grin. "Sure; what time?" She tilted her head to one side, listening to the sounds of his breathing, of his heart. Thank goodness for her keen hearing or she wouldn't have picked up the revving of his heart, conveying perfectly the excitement he was trying so hard not to display.
"Seven o'clock, by the fountain. Would that do for you?"
Candace smiled, liking the fact that he didn't ask to meet her at her dormitory. It was the polite thing to do on a first date. Without hesitation, she nodded. "I'll see you there. Please excuse me, but I have an appointment to keep."
Sure enough, the noon bell was clanging, and soon the walkways would be burgeoning with students filing to and from class. She needed to get to the nurses station before anyone else to refill her medication. The full moon was coming.