Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 

We all kind of doozed off. Someone comes in clapping his hands. Sure sure, well well. Four students.

 

´´That is quiet a lot. Ussually we just have 2.´´ the man says.

 

We all look surprised at the charismatic man.

 

His hair is blond, he has thin eyes. Kind of grey. Like half full moons. He is rather thin, and has high cheek bones. He has a fragile looking chin. He looks like he is blushing, but my feeling says he isn´t. he wears a long black-purple rope.

 

 ´You just found your way to your place to be lady and gentleman.´´

 

 The other people in the room except me were all guys.

 

I just noticed that when he said: ´well well, what do we have here, a girl? That is quiet some time ago, if I remember correctly it was 320 years. Well look at each other. This will be your fellow  students, your class mates, your doorm mates. You will eat, drink and sleep together. Except Vallerie ofcourse. She will have a separate room. Which was built for the last girl here. I think you will quiet enjoy it.´´ He says aiming all his attention to me. Weird enough it didn´t surprised me he knew my name. He had a foreign accent, but I couldn´t put the finger on it which language it was. It did seems familiar though. 

 

They all looked surprised to me, later I came to know the names. Eric, peter, and Edward. One english man, one scottisch, and one british to be precise.

 

Eric, a small young man, the english one. Black-brown hair, and his eyes as grey as the sky of the stormy weather. His low cheek bones, and his mouth to big for his face. His nose to little.  He sure wasn´t a classic beauty. He does have charisma, something about his attitude gives him confidence. He is wearing some white sneakers, a blue sweatshirt and black jeans.

 

Peter, the british one, has a nice accent. He was rather tall, 2  head lengths taller then me. He  was rather thin. Some green light seemed to come out of him. He is dressed in a suit. A blue suit to be exact. He has a greek looking classical face, almost something angel like. With his gold green eyes and a blonde hair due.  The way of moving, I learned, looked like he was floating across the doorms.

 

Edward the scottisch one. Looked in no aspect on the other two. He had a fat scottisch accent. He was rather round. He calls it ´´thick bones´´. His face had something almost pig like. His nose to big, his mouth even bigger, and little small blue eyes. He is dressed in a black wide xxl shirt, and his jeans seemed to be to tight. The green colour didn´t do him any good either. His blue flip flops, made his wardrobe  a total mess.

 

I noticed they were looking the same at me. I pull down my little yellow dress, and put my legs over each other with red high heels. Covering the ladder I have in my panty. It was the last panty I had left this morning. The blackness of it looked good on my yellow dress.

 

´´Well, can I have your attention again?´´

 

It was the first time he didn´t say ´well, well´ I noticed.

 

´´You chose to be here, because you are all white magicers. Ussually they are all guy, but this time we have a girl in our middle.´´

 

´´Who knows what a white magicer is? Edward, you maybe?´´

 

´´N..no mister´´ He stumbles.

 

´´Well, well´´ I sigh, here he goes again with his ´well,well´ it already started to annoy me.

 

´´Vallerie, you seems to know it, please enlighten us.´´

 

´´Well, well, I don´t know Simon!´´, I say a little mockingly.

 

´´You are right. My name is indeed Simon. You seems to already have found your gift. Now you still have to learn to work with it though. You will be thaught by the older students, you know this school has 6 years? So you will get classes from them, some other teachers, you will have to make homework, prepare for bootcamps, be thaught by me, evaluate yourself, and you will be evaluated by each other. Now I´m getting ahead of myself though. Veronica will teach you about the guardians, the nimfs, the wizards, the witches, the wiccans, the reincarnations, and the reincarnated Angels. I there for only underwise you. This will be the only part that will learn about the White Magicers. Don´t try to explain this to the others, they won´t understand. Out of the 1200  there are just 12 others. White magicers are always not believed. No one knows off there excistence even. Don´t even try to persuade them or try to teach them. For them, we are just student conselours. They are not allowed to know about what you are, or what you do. Do you understand?´´

 

everyone nodds, but imperantly that isn´t good enough, because he asks it again.

´´Does everyone understand?´´

 

´´Yes Simon.´´ we all say at once.

 

´´Good, because there will be severe consequences if you do tell. Well, well, where was I. Oh yeah. Does anyone know what a White magicer is?´´

 

´´No Simon´´ We all say.

 

´´Good, then the classes won´t be for nothing tomorrow. We start at 8.00 sharp. Don´t be late, I hate late comers!´´

With that said, he dissapeared in a blink of an eye. Leaving us in the ancient old room, lit by the lights that look like stars. Now looking up it looks like a moon has rizen. Which makes it even more  beautifull. I couldn´t conclude if the moon was real or not. For some reason, it felt real, but I was sure we would learn more about it some time.

 

Everyone started looking at each other. Started to stare at each other. For some reason, we know each others names, without having to mention it even once.

 

´´Edward, why are you wearing flip flops?´´ asks Peter.

 

´´I like flip flops, besides we didn’t have to walk that far. It was easy enough.´´

 

´´So you’re the first girl in 320 years Vallerie? What brought you here anyway, were you the one following us?´´ , :Eric asks.

 

´No I was here before you Eric´, I say while looking in his grey eyes.

This was kind of insulting, saying I followed them. I was here before they even were. I start wondering about the 320 years. Why do we have to learn about all the other magical things? Why are we seen as student counslers? Why are we only thaught by Simon and our home room upper classmates? Why do we have to follow the other classes that the other once don’t? all those questions rose up in my head without knowing even why. Ussually, I felt the answer of the question before it was even asked. Now I had no clue. Not even what the exact question was actually. I shake my head and like that questions can be lost in this place. I didn’t thought about it once again.

´I don’t know eric why im the first girl, seems that way. I´m just that smart?´´ I say with a little doubt in my voice.

 

´Well, what an arrogance, Vallerie!´  Eric almost shouts.

 

Edward´s voice comes quietly likes the rain drops came. ´Let´s just go to bed´ he says. ´Tomorrow is another long day. ´

 

We all agree and walk out the door.

I take the left door and the guys take a right door without saying anything else but goodnight to eachother we walk through the door and leave in silence.

 

I stand stil and look around. Wow. This is a beautifull room. The red draperies, and the heavenly made up bed, with 6 pillows, the ground is from wood, large windows across my bed, as huge as the wall, two of them, a leather white couch, a big fire place which lit when I came in the room, or did I just imagine that? A antique closet with roses and curls carved in, the closet must be 3 meters wide and estimated as tall, it would be bigger then a walk in closet, and is bigger then my own room at home. Then against the other window, next to the door an antique desk, that takes in the entire wall, with a leather red chair. Next to the heaven bed, there is a little nightstand. The draperies around the bed around the wooden pilars were dark blue. Like the late evening sky. The silk sheets on the bed had a red and black color.

 

The view is astonishing. The valley of green fields and hills are a beauty. Even if it´s dark, you can see the fields how far it streches. Though it was raining, the moon peeked under out of the clouds.  The room looked even bigger with this view. It certainly was bigger then most living rooms. Probably even bigger then most appartments.  The room was so perfect. It´s like it was invented for me.

 

Then I notice another door. I walk too it. It looked like an aged door. With some carves here and there. Further it was in a perfectly good state. I open it and before I know it. I´m in another big room, maybe even larger then the my room. There was a wirhpool, a indoor swimmingpool,  and I´m not talking about a little one either. It must have the size of a regular room. Then a shower and a toilet. It looked more like a wellness centre then a bathroom. I would almost say it was a simmingpol but it had no slide. That thought makes me giggle. I have a own bathroom! I sure don´t have that a home…If what I have is called a home. No don´t go there. Let´s take a bath. I forgot to mention it, it´s behind the whirlpool, and quiet as big I astimate.

 

Let´s take a bath, and after that go to bed. Tomorrow classes start early, and I sure don´t want to be late.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the story. I like the new students. The teacher is very good. His style making the kids feel safe and preparing then for their future lessons. A very strong chapter.
Coyote

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Very mysterious but fun to read. I look forward to the next chapter. Nice!

[TheElfPrincess]

A few grammar mistakes, but overall it was a good chapter. The teacher was creepy. Well written. Like it.