Zafiriel
As a door flung open, Zafiriel’s head perked up. A man’s firm footsteps echoed in the hallway. She didn’t realise those steps were nearing her and stopped right before her eyes. She blinked slowly, squeezing her eyes. The last tear ran down to her nosetip. She hoped the man had stopped by accident, not to talk to her. As the man, looking to be a teacher, crouched down, she instictively cleared her expression to be blank as usual.
"What brings you to the Academy?"
The question was sudden and unwelcome. Through almost closed eyes, Firiel explored the man’s face. He was smiling reassuringly, apparently trying to message he meant no harm. But sometimes people smiled to hide their frustrations. If only Firiel knew why her foster father had sent her here! She couldn’t possibly share her lifestory with a teacher. Besides, she was attracting unwanted attention.
Quickly, Firiel straightened her posture. She snatched a small paper slip from the pocket of her dress – she didn’t want the teacher to think she was an imposter. Without second thoughts, she handed the paper to the fiery looking man. She didn't realise she could maybe ask the teacher for help. With her shoulder's steam-puffing condition and why she was sent here.
When she pulled away, a short boy appeared on the scene. He seemed somewhat displeased at what he saw, raising his voice.
"What the hell happened here?"
His gaze was fixated on her. Did she want it or not, Firiel locked the eyecontact with him. She was staring at a pair of flaming golden eyes. It complimented his azure hair, as azure as Firiel’s now clear eyes. If the situation was different, Firiel would have thought he was cute.
"If we were at midterms or exam time I'd be breaking down right here with you."
Breaking down? Who was? Firiel looked around. Nodoby seemed hurt or in need of immediate first-aid. She shrugged at the boy’s statement. And then it dawned on her, maybe he was worried about her!
Firiel gazed at the boy once more.
”I love your eyes.”
But that was totally not what she had meant to say. It was too late to try and explain herself. Quickly, she buried her head between her knees, hoping she would turn to stone.
(What it says on the paper slip:
"Remember to buy roasted almonds.")
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