Rosalina jerked coyly in the direction of Vincent, she had been faintly startled by the approach of the individual. Spinning daintily in her chair to see who had surprised her, she brought her eyes to one female whom appeared to be shielding discomfort.
She had bow slightly before she spoke, “Excuse my insolence, miss Forveus, but would it be possible, and under what circumstances, to benefit from your healing powers?”
One of Vincent's eyebrows escalated, though he spoke not. Rosalina smiled sweetly, considering the gently approach of the female, one hand on her chest the other releasing the grasp on Vincent’s arm.
“Oh,” her smile faulted, “you’ve hurt yourself?”
She scrutinized the girl before her; clearly pain was apparent to her. Upon noticing the reason for the need to heal she replied, "My apologies, considering class is dismissed, permission is needed for me to do so," her voice though high, showed no sympathy. Her head slowly turned to the direction of Vincent - the mental hierarchy that steered Rosalina had shifted.
"Vincent," before Rosalina managed to inquire Vincent replied simply,
"No," his arms overlapped across his chest as he answered, self-righteous was his demeanour.
"What are you going to do for her, moreover me?" his voice was blunt and disinterested.
"What am I going to do for you...?" Leila repeated and thought despite herself.
‘More like what I would like to do to you’, the mental thought of standing firm against Venetti was at the forefront. She hadn't really expected things to be easy and knew her chances to be healed to be less than her chances of being humiliated. The selflessness of the angels was well renowned, so Rosalina's answer only vaguely surprised her. The demon seemed to have claimed her as his property; clearly he made sense of the value of a healer.
Leila cleared her throat and continued out loud, finally bringing herself to look at Venetti. As expected his demeanour made her feel uneasy.
"What would you like me to do for you? It is beyond me what I might possess that you might want, but if there is anything, please, do tell me."
As an automatic reflex, Rosalina sunk down cutely in the chair, letting out a small, 'oh dear,’ she didn't wish to be in the middle of the crossfire, should it spiral - both of their stances clearly fervent. Vincent released a sigh, clearly unamused with the current approach,
"If you don't have anything to offer than why should one assist you?" he stated simply.
"Good point, Sir Venetti, however it doesn't seem to follow the logic of the person I was asking for help to begin with." Leila frowned and directed her look at Rosalina "Would you heal me if I could offer anything in return, as the demon claims?"
Rosalina looked up at her wide-eyed, seemingly puzzled, "why would I desire something from you?" she asked, scratching her head - the candid approach was abnormal for her. Vincent smirked at her perplexity,
"Don't confuse it," he spoke about Rosalina as a object rather as an individual, "you clearly don't understand how ‘they’ work - make sense I suppose, the chauvinistic behaviour is rare," his face darkened as it turned to Leila, "why don't you go learn about how they work before asking for assistance. Run along now," he meant to demean.
So much for the leader who earned his position, Leila thought. She had hoped he could be someone to learn from; however his idea of subordination wasn't what she would like to incorporate in her ways, despite how effective it might be. She tried to be polite by at least looking at him while he spoke, but she could only last about the half of his mockery before she turned to stare at the angel again, who appeared to be nonchalant in the happenings around her; she had disconnected herself from the situation.
It was true, the phoenix shifter didn't know a lot about them, but she knew some and none of that knowledge hinted they were artificial non-intellectual existence. So it wasn't pointless talking to her then.
"Rosalina, you do have a mind and heart of your own, don't you?" She started softly, bending down slightly to as she spoke.
Rosalina snapped out of her lackadaisical attitude, almost glad someone had addressed her, "of course - I'm an angel!" her glow almost brightened for a second as she spoke the word angel, "I have the purist mind and heart available," her voice blissful. Vincent scoffed at these words.
"If so,..." the shifter continued, choosing her words very wisely, trying her best neither to sound nor feel manipulative. The angel reminded her of a little clueless child in the hands of adults, only valued for its cuteness and only appreciated from far above. Her initial dislike to Rosalina was quickly turning into some sort of sympathy that Leila thought was just as bad as Venetti's attitude. ".. if so, then you do have an opinion of your own. And if your soul is as valuable as mine and Sir Venetti's," again Vincent scoffed, nevertheless the shifter continued after sending a glare his way, "then so is your opinion. I am not going to order or force you to help me. Currently I don't believe I hold anything you might want. But I am asking for your help, because I appreciate your abilities. This is all. If one day I could repay you I would gladly do so."
Rosalina simply blinked unknowingly at her, before shifting her features into a beam, it reaching her eyes, "nevertheless I still need permission," she took to heart none of the words Leila had said. It’s not that Rosalina misunderstood her words, rather she didn’t care for then. Vincent actually let out laughter at the dismissal of shifters words,
"You see - you're thinking of them in the wrong context," Vincent actually bothered to explain though chuckles, "you think altruistic, selfless creatures when in true fact it’s actually self-centred. Its wellbeing is off the most importance to it. It doesn't care for you or your discomfort. It's merely well trained; it knows that others know best in regards to its wellbeing, that's why it asks for permission.”
Vincent made eye contact with Leila, "which isn't something you're going to receive from me, so move along."
Leila actually gave herself a short moment to consider the situation. Venetti thought of himself as the puppeteer of a being much nobler than himself, yet it was his permission that the angel needed. This was so incredibly twisted it was almost amusing, a real challenge to her common sense and comprehension. Indeed, she felt like she had a lot more in common with the demon than the angel. And if that was really true then the thing that would irritate him the most was the thing that made her want to puke - to fully disregard his snide remarks and show him honest and utter appreciation.
So for the first time in many, many years Leila let a full, 24 carat smile pull her lips apart and reflect in her eyes when she looked at Venetti and said.
"Then thank you so very much for so generously and selflessly explaining all this to me, Sir Venetti. I do appreciate your concern greatly and will heed your words of wisdom for as long as my heart beats."
The mere look of disgust that plastered itself on Vincent’s face was priceless, he shivered in repugnance. Rubbing the inner bridge of his nose he seethed, "just move along," his voice dropped hoarsely; clearly getting annoyed.
Leila observed that with pure pleasure, coming to better understand why Melody was hanging around this person. Watching him suffer was like a drug you could hardly pass on, and probably just as dangerous.
Rosalina, though taking notice of the angst between the two however caring not saw the opportunity to befriend a new person. Returning the grand smile she, with adorable sweetness attempted to move the conversation along,
"Did you know that the body can be drained of all blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems?
Leila, who had just considered leaving, looked to Rosalina with real interest. "Really? That's quite amazing. Although I don't quite understand how it could be useful?"
"I just thought you'd like to know," Rosalina replied sweetly.
Vincent's eyes widened at the response from Rosalina, shaking his head before rubbing his temples as if trying to remove a headache, "great, now it's trying to befriend," he said under his breath, "move along!" he seethed once more to the shifter.
"Thank you, Rosalina; it was an interesting piece of knowledge indeed." Leila smiled before turning to Venetti. "And you, Sir Venetti look a tad high-strung. I realise you must currently be fighting desperately with the urge to hurt me and with your holdbacks from hurting beings weaker than you. I do agree with you that would be a rather pitiful attitude for someone of your rank. So I suggest if you dislike the current conversation to 'move along' yourself."
Vincent sat up straight, cracking his neck to the left and then to the right, however it was Rosalina to reply before he did, "oh my," she looked between Vincent and Leila worried, "you can't say that to him, he's your superior," she spoke directly to Leila. Vincent sighed; he wasn't going to allow the heat to melt his cool.
The interjection brought Leila back to reality and she realized she was being careless. Provoking a demon just because he acted like one was hardly worth the risk, as much as she enjoyed the verbal fight. She gave Rosalina a smirk and explained,
"No, Rosalina, I can say whatever I want. The only problem is there will be consequences to that and those would hardly be beneficial to anyone. I was being childish, so I'll apologize. Thank you both for your patience."
With that she decided she'd caused enough commotion and made a big enough fool of herself and left the two, choosing to seat alongside a window.
Rosalina and Vincent watched as she walked away, the impatiens lightening on his face whilst the angel turned to him still smiling,
“Do you think I made a friend?” Rosalina asked him hopeful.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye, his face neutral. He was quite sure how answer her, unsure of whether she had made a friend and not wishing to upset her, thus he replied,
“You don’t need friends like that.”
Rosalina gazed down at her desk, a frown appearing on her face – Vincent watched her reaction closely. She bit her bottom lip taking in Vincent’s words, before titling her head up, though not lifting her eyes to him,
“She thinks of me as a tool to move her along,” her voice heart-broken. Her eyes turned to Vincent, “is that right?” she inquired faintly with cheerless eyes.
Vincent wasn’t quite sure what reaction she had stirred in him, nonetheless he didn’t like it and he ordered her,
“Stop talking now.”
“Oh,” she sighed softly, “okay...” placing her elbow on the desk she allowed her hand to hold her chin and gazed to the front of the room, waiting patiently for the witch to begin her lesson. Vincent merely leaned back comfortably in his chair, appreciative of the silence the angel had given him; being friends with Melody never granted him such a small pleasure.
It was a small matter of the time before the little witch took her position at the front of the classroom and silenced the new students.
“Hello Stud-ants!” her strident voice sent shivers down the spine of the few who was yet to hear her speak.
“I am Glasya Labolas. Savant,” she beamed at her class, revealing crooked teeth. If one placed judgement via looks, solitary – they would assume she was the type of witch whom would fatten one up before throwing them in an oversized Dutch oven. Personality wise however proved to be quite the opposite. She was sweet in her own perturbed way.
“I am to be your theory of power tutor,” she was awfully fidgety – seeming to have difficulty with stillness.
“Quite simple really – if Zagan Savants class is all practical than this is the opposite, theoretical. The two classes work hand in hand with each other and I will teach you all about magic, how to develop it, what works against it, what works with it and everything in between.”
Socratic sat in his office jaded, having dismissed Zagan in order to escort the latecomers to their allocated class. He was informed of another whom had arrived late – surely how could she have been late? He believed her to present in Zagan’s class, however only arriving during intermission. She was invincible and yet was in plain sight...
Socratic halted his train of thought
“I hate elves,” he said simply to himself, “when I see it, I’m going to get Zagan to eat it,” he paused again realizing what he was doing, “Oh God, I’m giving it existence!” his eyes widened to himself at his mistake. To his fortune, Socratic was forced to remove his mind from the elf due to the dark presence that had emerged into his office,
“Don’t scratch my walls,” was all Socratic said as a sinister being crawled out of the corner shadow and along the walls. It merely hissed at him in reply, it’s yellow eyes careless of Socratics wishes.
“If you’re crawling along my walls I’m presuming you cleaned up your mess?” Socratic spoke bluntly, unconcerned with the dark, menacing entity that haunted his office – rather treating it akin to a pet. Again it replied not, thus Socratic rose out of his chair and strode to the door preparing to exit before he spoke once more,
“Don’t mess my office up,” he pointed strictly, “no blood in my office.”
He exited with a huff, the start of the semester proved to never faulted with tediousness.
Casually advancing towards the same little store room he and Zagan previously observed the dead mutant he hoped he wouldn’t be forced to repeat himself to the culprit. Pulling out a small key, he unbolted the door and opened it slowly, smirking to himself as he did so. He was pleased at the sight – the blood had been cleaned off the walls, the body was nowhere to be seen; the room was spotless. His eyes furrowed at when they rested on a peculiar object in the room; a sandwich. The same one that Zagan had been carrying. With a questioning gaze he picked it up with one hand,
“I guess he didn’t want it either.”
“Now,” the little witch hadn’t bothered with any actual theory, rather explained the what she was to be teaching and how she would go about it, “if I’ve bored you, I’m sorry,” one couldn’t hate her, despite her appearance, “but I’d also like to talk to you all about the assignment that the beautiful Head Master has crafted,” she smiled adoringly at the image of Socratic in her mind.
“It’s been eight months and no student has been able to complete it – we’re hoping that upon the arrival of the new students, at least one of you will be able to decipher the correct approach.”
She smiled broadly, revealing her crooked teeth, “it’s all about who you befriend and how you make use of them. The assignment doesn’t apply to some, their graduation isn’t based off completing the assignment – it’s based off something else. I recommend that you figure out who wouldn’t have need to gradu...”
She didn’t finish her sentence but rather let a shrill, excited scream and directed her eyes at whom walked past the door; the Head Master, holding a sandwich. Quickly gazing up at the timepiece above her desk, Glasya took notice that class had four minutes left and as she began to scuttle out of the room yelled,
“Class is dismissed,” she ran out after Socratic.
Rosalina turned herself to watch the savant exit the room, as did few others, Vincent remained still, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t think I quite understood what she meant,” she turned back to Vincent, who looked at her silently, “why wouldn’t the assignment apply to some?” she asked expecting him to have the answer. He shook his head slowly, not quite making sense of it either,
“We’ll see what the other teachers have to say, I suppose,” he eyes befell Melody and her new friends, “perhaps then you’ll be able to string it all together.”
Rosalina nodded in agreement, “you’re right,” she smiled at him before following where his eyes lay.
“If I order you to do something,” Vincent spoke slowly to Rosalina, his eyes falling back to her with a small smirk, “you’ll do it correct, so long as it affects not your wellbeing.”
She merely blinked at him.
Christopher breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank God I can get out of your presence now,” he muttered, packing up his books with a huff; a small smirk befell Melody’s features as she leant over Zach, looking at the Angel,
“Still sulking are we Christopher?” she mused, he simply glared at her and a grin replaced her smirk, resembling the Cheshire Cat.
“You know what?” Christopher started, obviously fed up with the Closet Demon and the Shifter, he paused for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say, this only widened Melody’s grin, “I hope Zagan eats you,”
An eyebrow raised on her features as a small giggle escaped from her parted lips; she opened her mouth to speak, however was cut off at the arrival of Rosalina standing in front of them, a small smile on her features and cupping something wrapped in a tissue in her hands.
“I’m speaking to you all on behalf of Vincent Venetti,” she stated, almost mechanically. The three looked at her with interest, all silently telling her to go on,
Firstly she looked at Melody, pointing her index finger as she did so, “You’re a liar,” she stated simply, her sickly tweet tone making Melody raise both of her eyebrows, “he’s upset with you,” she added,
“When is he not upset,” Melody muttered in response, not caring for the statement,
Secondly she pointed at Chris, “You’re a twat,”
Christopher looked at his friend in disbelief, almost feeling betrayed, raising both his hands, as if asking ‘what did I do?’
Then she pointed to Zach, a smile playing on her glowing features, “Bark, bark; bark, bark, bark,” she spoke the words, reiterating the sound of a dog, she then raised her hands to her head, making ears with them, “Arr?” the sound of confusion came from her lips as she lowered one of her hands, as if the dogs ear had dipped,
It was only after that, when the three noticed her pull out a napkin and unfold it, holding a dog biscuit in the shape of a bone with the white material; she waved it in front of his eyes,
“Want a biscuit, boy?” she asked, her voice holding pretend excitement, as if taunting a pet, “want a biscuit?” she repeated, “Here, have a biscuit!” she finished, throwing the dog treat in the Shifter’s face before scurrying back to Vincent, not allowing any of them to retaliate.
Zach could hear the muffled laughs as Melody tried her best to hold them back; that, however, was drowned out by Christopher’s loud laughter. He, unlike Melody, didn’t care about upsetting the shifter.
Melody looked over to the Demon behind the Angel’s actions; he was actually laughing, watching Zach’s reaction, Rosalina’s voice pierced their ears again as she beamed up at the Venetti,
“Did I do good?” she asked, seeking his approval,
“You did amazing,” he replied, his laughs subsiding, leaving him with his infamous smirk.
“Headmaster!” the little witch’s voice screeched his name, causing him to cringe; his stride slowed to a lethargic walk before he finally halted, allowing her to catch up to him,
“Oh headmaster Socratic,” she greeted in a dreamy voice; he closed his eyes in annoyance before opening them once more and replacing the look with a charming smile as he turned around,
“Glasya,” he greeted in a tone to match his face,
The Savant’s breath got caught in her throat as a feint shade of red dusted her cheeks; she was obviously lost for words, staring at her love in awe. Socratic raised his eyebrows at the woman, and soon an idea came to mind,
“I have a gift for you,” he stated, his charming demeanour never leaving his face; the little witch squealed in delight as he handed her the sandwich; she took it without question, as if it were the best gift anyone had ever presented to her,
“Oh, Socratic, you never cease to surprise me with your gifts of love,” she cooed, his look faltered for a split second; his awkwardness seeping through, however, she ignored it.
“Yes,” was his reply, he soon cleared his throat and fixed up his attire, “well, Glasya, as much as it pains me to leave you,” he drawled, “I’m afraid I must be off,” he explained, “have a wonderful day,” he added before turning away and hurrying back down the hall,
“Don’t stay away too long love!” she called out to him, her delusions causing him to frown.