"Please have a seat," said the Dorm Leader, gesturing towards his desk. I moved quickly to the seat, desperate to just obey and get out.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I lowered myself onto one of the most comfortable chairs I had ever sat on. It was huge though, adding to the claustrophobic feeling I had been having. The desk I sat before was full of various objects; mostly documents. I tried not to read them but I couldn't help but pick out words like 'Senior Council' and 'Hunters' Association'. There was a handwritten letter too but I could barely read it in the darkness.

Something else caught my attention. There was a small grouping of simple yet beautiful picture frames occupied by various photographs. One looked very old; it's russet and sepia hues giving away its age. It was a photograph of a rather elegant and large looking family. I could tell that they were all family; they had the same eyes and hair. Even the shape of their faces was similar. A small minority had really light eyes, but the rest were deadly dark. Next to this picture was a small portrait of a young girl, maybe 14 or 15, possibly older. She was really beautiful, just like the night class students. I picked the photograph up to get a better look. Her hair was extremely long, as if she had never had a hair cut in her life. It was dark and contrasted with her vivid eyes. She smiled a little at the camera but there was something about her expression…

"I would appreciate it if you didn't touch my things,"

I jumped in fright and the photograph of the beautiful girl fell to the ground and smashed. The noise was hollow and cold, it echoed in the intensely still silence.

I jumped right up from the chair and frantically attempted to collect the glass and photograph, muttering useless apologies. I was waiting for him to suddenly begin shouting at me but he was completely silent. I took a moment to glance up at his face. He looked like someone who had just had their heart broken.

"I…I'm so sorry. Please, let me know how much this will cost to repair, I will happily pay for it. I don't think the photograph is damaged…" I said, reaching for the girl's picture.

The Dorm Leader (I still didn't know his name) crouched down slowly and picked up the photograph. I could see his face more clearly now, his eyes had the same look to them as the girl's.

"Please leave," he almost whispered.

I looked at the mess around me, "But I should clean this up,"

He shook his head, "You'll cut yourself on the glass,"

"B-but what about my punishment?"

"Punishment?" he asked darkly,

"Yeah, for sneaking around outside?"

He looked up at me then and what I saw in his eyes chilled me to the bone. I didn't need to be told again. I stood up and practically raced towards the door, not looking back once. I couldn't wait to be free of this place. It was as if everything I knew had been turned upside down, like Wonderland. That Dorm Leader wasn't like a student! He was like a business man or even a king!

I was glad that I remembered my way back outside, as I sprinted through the over-done hall and down the snobby lane. I burst through the gates and ran, practically blindly through the darkness, wondering if he was watching me as I left.

I couldn't wait to get back to my world.

"Alice, where have you been?!" demanded Lily when I finally fell through our door, gasping for breath.

"I…went…to…look…at…the…old…dorms…" I breathed….

Lily snapped her fingers in front of my face, "Hey, Alice! Are you still with us?"

"Huh? Oh, just thinking," I grinned to reassure her.

So, after last night I had been waiting for my inevitable doom, or at least a detention but it seemed no one knew anything except for my friends and I.

Oh, and some of the night class too, I guess.

I relaxed a little, realising that if I was going to be punished, it really would have happened by now.

"So, tell us more about the creepy Dorm Leader guy," demanded Jake,

I laughed a little, and then felt kind of guilty about 'spilling the beans' before hand. Smashing that picture seemed to really tick him off, it was as if I had danced over his grave. All that and he didn't even punish me? Who was this guy?

"It's weird, one of the night class students called him 'lord'" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Lord? God, he sounds like such a stuck up…" began Ryan.

I looked over at him, he held half an eaten cookie in his hands and he seemed angry somehow. I decided not to ask why.

"Yeah, no kidding," I replied unenthusiastically.

It seemed the rain outside was beginning to stop. A light breeze blew through the trees and across the surface of the puddles, making everything shimmer in the autumn light. I just about see the old dorm building from where I was sitting. I shiver ran down my spine and I looked away, as if it was some kind of omen.