"Quinn, leave her alone." said yet another voice from within the darkness.
"But we were having fun, weren't we?" he grinned, though he obeyed this new person and left me alone.
I forced my eyes to adjust so that I could see this new person but it was as though the darkness was of a different kind in here.
"She's to be taken to the Dorm Leader," said the voice. I saw Quinn nod in the darkness. He moved towards me again. I stiffened, as if I was ready to run but he simply beckoned me with his hand. I didn't like being treated like this but what could I do? There was something about this whole experience that made me forget that I was at school at all.
Suddenly lights glowed around the edge of the entrance hall as a large and beautiful grandfather clock chimed a melancholy tune. Finally being able to see I looked first at the ceiling and couldn't stifle a gasp.
It looked like those ceilings you find in Italy, with whimsical cherubs flying across the skies, although this one seemed darker somehow (or maybe that was just my current mood clouding my sight) It was magnificent though, I could hardly believe there would ever be something like this in a school, let alone a dorm building!
In the centre of the hall was a small seating area with plush looking loveseats that surrounded a white marble fireplace. To either side of the hall there were 2 corridors leading off to separate parts of the building and then an impressive double staircase rose up and met above the fireplace, with yet another white marble door.
It looked as though this was where Quinn was taking me as we began to climb up the right-hand-side of the double stair case.
Night class students began to file out of the corridors, they looked at me with curious (and sometimes snob-like) expressions. I was surprised to see the dark haired siblings from before, marching towards their first class of the night. Weren't they the ones who caught me? Didn't they want to be there when I was punished?
We reached the marble door too quickly, though I was happy to be able to escape the piercing eyes of the night class students. Quinn held it open for me as I shuffled past him into a rather gloomy looking corridor. Huge windows lined the walls, framed with curtains fit for a palace. The moon light shone through them, draining everything of its colour.
"Here we are, ma chérie," said Quinn as we stopped in front of a large, ornate door. He knocked lightly on the solid wood though did not wait for an answer. He opened the door swiftly and ushered me inside.
"Dorm Leader De Vries," he began in a subdued and humble tone. He bowed, slowly as a tall figure emerged from the shadows.
'I wish I had this kind of respect when I was Dorm Leader,' I thought sourly.
I looked around the room, though it could hardly be called that; it was more like the royal suit in some high class hotel. It seemed there were multiple rooms, since I couldn't see any bed anywhere. The floor was made from a shiny dark wood; however a large round carpet lay in the centre of the room. The ceilings were high and a miniature version of the main hall's chandelier hung in the centre. A desk occupied the centre space towards the back, right in front of a magnificent window that overlooked the rest of the school. My stomach turned when I realised this must have been the window I had been staring at outside.
"She was caught trying to break in through the front gates, my lord."
'My lord?' I wondered.
The figure moved into the moonlight and I was certain that it was him. His hair was of longish length and was pushed to the side. Some of it fell in his eyes, almost like a fringe though it seemed he wasn't one to fuss over such things. I couldn't tell the colour of his hair or eyes, thanks to the moonlight, but I could tell that he wasn't unlike the rest of the night class students; he too was ridiculously handsome for a teenage student.
He wore the school's shirt, which was a dark blue however his white v-neck was folded neatly over a stiff chair. The cuffs were pushed up to his elbows and his tie wasn't done up. Something told me it was unusual for him to be dressed like this, as if he was under a lot of stress and didn't have time to dress himself properly. He didn't look at me; he just addressed Quinn as if I wasn't there.
"Trying to break in? Do you know why?" he asked, his voice seemed unconcerned. It was obvious that he had much more important things to deal with.
"I-…" I began, though neither paid me any attention.
"I have no idea, perhaps she wanted to take pictures of the male night class students or…"
I wouldn't stand for that.
"Actually, I just wanted to see how this building had turned out!"
They finally looked at me then. I felt myself almost stop breathing as I looked the Dorm Leader in the eyes. I instantly looked away.
"Ah, so you have a taste for architecture?" he asked, though I treated it as a rhetorical question. Why was it I felt so claustrophobic in such a large space?
"It was Lucas and Hattie that found her," explained Quinn, "They proposed that we let the day class teachers take care of her…"
The Dorm Leader simply nodded, "I'll deal with her, you may attend class now."
With another low bow Quinn left me. Even though he frightened me to an extent I didn't want to be left alone with the Dorm Leader that he so revered. The door closed with a deep shudder behind me…