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Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish...to marry Rowan but Alas he is bringing back our fire breathing bitch queen.

Missed me? I forgot completely...to be honest. . . I kinda rejoined the Harry Potter fandom and literally that's all I read. Plus i currently got bad marks for English so I was down in the dumps with writing...

It was a balancing act. Right now she was freaking out and trying to understand Professor Whitethorn's anger. Not that she feared him or something but...did she forget to do something. Why else would he call her?

Aelin bit her lip as she entered the door but she wasn't that anxious. She couldn't hear anyone screaming bloody murder so it might not be bad unless she had done something wrong.

"Hello?" She called out with a frown.

Rowan rubbed at the bit of stubble growing on his chin. "What possessed you to do this?"

Aelin shook her head. "I don't follow."

Surely he didn't get to that yet. It wasn't possible. She could understand if he was angry but only tomorrow at most!

Rowan shook his head and room out the essays he had handed her the first time he assigned work to her.

"What is the meaning of this, Aelin? What in the rutting hell possessed you to do this?"

Aelin frowned, now thoroughly confused. "The notes I made?"

Rowan threaded his finger and smiled. "We have a winner."

Aelin shook her head. "I really don't understand. I think my notes are precise and clear-"

"They are absolutely brilliant, Aelin. See that's not the problem. What did I instruct you to do?"

"To read it. And I did."

"Then why did you write on it. On the papers Aelin. These won't help the people, they don't get these back."

A bulb finally lit up above Aelin's head. "Oh so that's why you're pissy."

Oops. Should not have said that.

"Sorry sir," she said, chagrined. "I just...feel like a revelation was made. It's like that moment when you finally understand Math."

Rowan smirked. "Don't have many of those, do you?"

"W-well..."Aelin spluttered. "I was never good that good at Math and it just... It wasn't like it never clicked the numbers just-" she cut herself off as she noticed his wolfish grin.

"You're fu- messing with me."

"Indeed. Apparently it's a tradition I was informed of about 20 minutes ago."

Aelin shook her head in disbelief. "So wait. The entire thing was you just messing with me." He nodded. "How did you...you know? Make your voice so angry and real."

He shrugged. "I just thought of Lyria."

Aelin laughed. "That would definitely do the trick."

The door swung open. "Sorry, Professor Whitethorn. Do you have-"

The boys words fell short as he saw who was in front of him, "Aelin?" He whispered.

Aelin on the other hand took one glance at him and ran over. Very slowly - in her opinion.

"Aedion!" She squealed.

For all the thinking and avoiding she did, when it really came down to finding her cousin, she was really happy. Aelin though she had done so much wrong but in that moment, to Aedion, she could do nothing wrong.

A low timbering growl swept through the room and Aelin slid a backward glance to her Professor.

"Sir?"

"Leave." He spoke. He had a piece of paper in his hand and Aelin started to laugh. She grabbed Aedion's hand and said, "run!"

xxx

There once was a cool man

Who seemed to give not one damn

Although he pretended to be nice

He had a heart as cold as ice.
That was until a princess came

to him complete and utter shame

Lyria was her name

Rowan was his

Together they took the world by storm

One runway at a time.

Attached to this poem were very provocative picture of Rowan modelling and looking quite scary.

Rowan laughed silently at the poem and decided to comment.

Nice try, maybe next time you could get it all to rhyme. Also work on stanza's very uneven and unappealing to read. Ps. Characterization was awful. If you were trying to portray this handsome model...you need to do better than that. It looks very contradictory, so honestly you get a c minus.. Maybe eve lower but I'll be kind this one time. Next time you write a poem please do it better.

Rowan sent a picture of his notes to Aelin and sat back, reading through the comments she wrote on the essays. His mind wondered to how this year would be. Aelin was definitely going to be a challenge bit honestly that just might make it all a lot more interesting.