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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:37 pm
"I understand your situation, and no, I will not turn you in," the Headmaster assured him in a whisper, showing a comforting smile. He would never betray any of the teachers.
"I wouldn't know how he got those, Miss Cailbrea," the Headmaster admitted in a louder voice.
After Ayla asked a few questions about her schedule, the Headmaster interrupted with a suggestion, "I'd rather you not have the lessons in Miss Cailbrea's room. The walls, though secure, are not fit for such lessons. Additionally, teachers are not usually found within the dormitories. I suggest you use another room." He walked over to the end of the room, motioning to an unusual mark on the wall, "Concentrate your fire here, speak the password, which you can come up with, and a room will be available for you to use. The room is much better suited for such dangerous lessons."
He then walked back over to the door, smiling suddenly, breaking the tension. "Don't worry, Miss Cailbrea, I'll do my best to assure that nothing will happen to him because of this. Now I must be off. Goodbye to the both of you, and good luck," he said before opening the door and leaving.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 5:44 pm
((Thank God for an OOC thread. Or, thank whatever deity/nondeity you worship.))
Mr. Gregorovich heard Ayla and calmly nodded, speaking softly.
"We don't intend to get this 'Kieran' into any trouble because of these Fire Crystals. Don't worry about a thing."
He then leaned in and whispered to the Headmaster.
"Thank you, by the way."
He then watched as the Headmaster went over to the end of the room and then noticed the unusual mark, which for some reason he hadn't noticed before. He frowned as he heard the other, surprised that he hadn't noticed the strange mark on the wall. The frown did not register, however, and he spoke in his Russian accent.
"Yes, Headmaster. Thank you."
He then calmly turned to Ayla, speaking softly.
"Then you shall meet me here at eleven-thirty this evening, Miss Ayla. We shall have your lesson then. The tutoring idea is still what we are going with. But before I continue, I must go and take care of the records and what class you are in."
He then went to the front of the classroom, opening a roll book and then seeing her name on the Intermediate list. He calmly used fire, delicately burning the edges of the paper, then lifting the little scrap with her name and turning to the Expert class page. He then calmly burned out a little hole in one spot of the same size as the scrap of paper with her name on it, calmly replacing the scrap and dripping a little candlewax along the edges, letting it cool. He then did the same to the original spot with the blank piece.
"Now, Miss Ayla, I want you to understand that my Expert class is all-volunteer. Additionally, it is in the evenings, at seven o'clock. This is the only time frame that works well, since I have my Intermediate class during the day, and the majority of the class doesn't want to get to the school at seven AM in order to take the class and then have a little bit of time before their Elemental Class. Do you still wish to take the class and learn?"
He regarded her for a moment, awaiting her answer. He also idly looked at the time.
"And it is the end of class. Class dismissed! I shall see you later, Miss Ayla. Please come to me with your response by tomorrow."
He then walked over to his desk, expecting Ayla to leave as he looked at the clock again. A few minutes for lunch before Advanced Physics. That worked for him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 9:29 pm
Ayla watched in astonishment as the Headmaster pointed out a strange mark on the wall. She looked back at Mr Gregorovich after the Headmaster had left.
"That time is perfectly fine with me, Sir. As you can tell, I still wish to learn," Ayla said, picking up her bag and pushing her notepad and pens into it.
As she got up, she noticed Mr Gregorovich changing the class lists. She smiled, thinking that it would be strange to be here late at night.
She acknowledged Mr Gregorovich as she was leaving, and made her way to the field, where she saw Kieran messing around with Seth.
She sent a small flame ball towards him, where because he wasn't expecting it, made Kieran duck rapidly. He then tripped, and lay sprawled out on the grass.
"Watch what you're doi... Oh It's you, Ay," Kieran said, smiling and standing up.
By the look on her face, Kieran knew he was in trouble. "Kieran, can we talk somewhere private?" Ayla asked, looking at Seth.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:15 am
Mr. Gregorovich watched Ayla and then nodded, speaking softly.
"Wonderful. Then you shall begin immediately this evening. I shall expect to see you here at seven o'clock. When the class finishes at ten, you shall have an hour's break to relax and refresh yourself, and then we shall begin training you with those crystals at eleven-thirty. As for your morning class, you shall not have one anymore, and therefore you shall not have a problem with your sleep schedule, since you will be able to sleep in every day. See you this evening."
He watched Ayla leave and acknowledged it, then sighing as he stood up and pulled out a key, opening the bottom drawer of the desk. Inside was a bag of fluid, as well as a long tube connected to it. On the end of the tube was a needle.
With a sigh of regularity, Mr. Gregorovich pulled out a small metal stand from behind a cupboard, putting the stand next to his chair and then sitting in it, hanging the bag up and then calmly pulling the sleeve of his shirt up, revealing pale white skin, which was cold and lifeless to the touch. He then uncovered a new needle, removing the old one and then picking a pierce mark in the grafted skin, since they never healed fully, and injecting the needle into his bloodstream. He tested the connection and then slid the needle out, letting the IV fluid slide into his system. He felt the familiar flow and sighed in tedium as he opened a book. This was a regular thing for him. Due to the flame incident, most of his digestive tract had been burned out and destroyed beyond repair. Therefore, in surgery, they had removed his digestive tract, putting in artificial devices to keep the digestive tract serving the few functions it served other than digesting food. Then, he would keep sustained using IV bags for the rest of his life. It was tedious, but it was necessary. A bright side was that he never had to go to the bathroom ever again. If his throat grew parched, he could quench it with water, and his system would expel the water into a special container, located against his hip. He would drain the container on a daily basis and wash it out thoroughly.
As the IV fluid continued flowing, he read some pages from a book he enjoyed idly, an old Russian novel written before the fall of the Wall. It was an interesting read, and talked about some interesting topics. He rather enjoyed re-reading it.
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