Master Makarov looked back at Jeolien. It seemed as if Time had stopped for just a moment.
Makarov said, "Jeolien, It's been a long time."
Jeolien looked at the master. He looked back. Jeolien stared at the master, ready for him to stop talking. But what Jeolien forgot was that only his master had a long conversation.
His face changed for an instant. To a face of disappointment, "I forgot."
"Forgot what?" The master said.
"Haha, you're not long-winded. I'm used to old people talking so much I forgot." Jeolien smiled, and Makarov smiled back.
"Come in." Makarov finally said.
Jeolien stepped into the office, looked around, and found that it looked different from when he was a child. He thought back.
Flashback
Jeolien walked into the master's office. It was big, but not too big—just the right size for work. The walls were blue. Makarov's desk sat near the window, not against either side of the wall. It was brown. The window was big. The floor was wood, and there was a light blue carpet.
Makarov was near the bookcase, which ran along the right wall. He was reading a book. Jeolien didn't know what it was, but it was most likely a book about magic.
Makarov truned around. He was still reading the book he was holding in his right hand. He closed it.
Makarov spoke, "So, how is guild life treating you."
"Fine, nothing has changed," Jeolien stated.
"Ivan has been behaving himself?" Makarov questioned.
"Yes," Jeolien said, eyes glazing over with sadness.
"Something wrong?" Makarov asked.
"It's just..." Jeolien paused.
"Well, say what you need to say." Makarov increased.
"It's just. That I'm not strong enough for the guild." Jeolien stopped.
Makarov looked sad. "What do you mean."
"I'm saying that I need to find a 'Master'!" Jeolien Said louder than he wanted to.
Makarov looked at him. He then nodded. Jeolien Walked out of the room.
Jeolien looked around the room. There were more books. Then, there was the blonde in the corner. He had a scar on his face.
Jeolien Spoke, "Sorry, Master, but we need to talk about Ivan."
Makarov surprised. And his eye seemed to change. The atmosphere changed suddenly.
"Laxus, get out," Markarov ordered. Laxus made a face and left. When the door closed, their conversation turned dark.
"So where is Ivan? Do you even know?" Jeolien demanded.
"I have no clues. Why?" Makarov started back.
"I need to kill Ivan." Jeoliens face changed. Centorting in darkness.
"You will not. I will not have my children killing each other." Makarov's face looked worried, and they continued, "And I can't let you, whether you want to or not."
"why? I can't just sit here while a tractor rolls freely." Jeolien got angry.
"Calm down." Makarov tried to calm him.
Jeolien looked at the master. "How can I stay calm? Ivan betrayed the guild." There was a pause. And he has information detrimental to the guild."
"Quite Jeolien, we cannot have a conversation about that right now," Makarov said abruptly.
Jeolien gave him a look that meant business. "Then what are we going to do about…. Ivan." He spoke in a hushed tone.
Jeolien looked at the door. Makarov looked as well.
"Are they listening?"
"..." Makarov said nothing.
"Shall we go to that place?" Jeolien asked.
"Yes. Later tonight, you need to meet everyone," Makarov responded.
Makarov went to the door and opened it. Laxus and Marjane were both standing at the door. They looked at the two in the office with doe eyes as if they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Jeolien looked at them and smiled wide enough to close his eyes.
"Let me introduce you to Laxus, my grandson, and Marjane. You've already met her."
"Yes, the beautiful lady running the bar, what a man needs after a long day, a stiff one and a beautiful woman." Jeolien smiled.
"Oh, yes." Makarov smiled and blushed.
Marjane and Lexus both rolled their eyes. Both think, 'Great, another person that acts like the guild master.'