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A man and woman strolled down the hallway hand in hand. On the walk from the library, Anna had nod let Pyralis get away with a simple nod. He had had to promise his love that he would indeed take a nap after leaving her to her work. He had just whispered something in her ear when he noticed the student. Putting a respectful, professional distance between himself and Anna, Pyralis stopped and turned to Anna. "My A'mael, you work alreay awaits you. I shall see you very soon." With a tired smile, he left her side and walked back down the way they had came to his own office.

"Right..."
Elliot mumbled, scooting back at once to shrink against the back wall and keep out of her way as the door slid easily open before him, feeling his insides shrivel just a little bit.
Great... Right... Well, now he couldn't just give this up as a bad job; so maybe he should have 'accidentally' forgotten his letter in his bedroom door back home.
"No problem, Ma'am."
He shrugged absentmindedly, a guarded expression hovering across the lightly freckled face.
He took one step tentatively forward before falling back again, shifting his gaze from where it'd been comfortably resting on the floor to the woman's face, a small frown skating along the bridge of his lips.
He seemed to pause, deliberating on the spot before easing through the doorway to stand ackwardly in the closest possible area to the door that would still be considered 'in the office'.

"No thank you."
Elliot muttered, hesitating for a second or two before slipping lightly onto the chair before her desk, slinging one arm down to rest his duffel bag with a low eminating plunk on the floor beside him, glancing up absentmindedly at the woman seated before her and adding as an after thought.
"I mean, I don't want anything- but if you do, that's cool by me..."
He shrugged, feeling his cheeks burn crimson for just a moment, quickly averting his gaze before daring to refocus on her again, trying to look more like a person than the unmoving block of wood he felt like at the present time.
Him...
Strangers...
Chairs...
Not the BEST combination in the world, in his books, at the very least. But whaaaatever, he probably shouldn't be the one doing the complaining; even if it was merely inwardly.

(Happy Valentines day. ^-^)

"Is your name really 'Miss', or is it just a habbit to add the word in front of the rest of your name...?" Elliot mused, adding as an after-thought even as he began to comb swiftly through his forever technology-cluttered pockets, "I'm Elliot, it's nice to meet you." He didn't bother with a last name, eventually locating the letter and holding it in her directing as if it were some sort-of time bomb...
That, or he was just an over grown seven year old playing hot potatoe and DETERMINED not to get stuck with it once the time ran out.

"Oh!" Elliot muttered, something apparently clicking into place behind the otherwise edgily bored eyes, a flicker of interest finally manging to push itself firmly into place.
"Is that what you were distracted about when you were in the hall? Is that why you weren't in your office? A terrible 'accident', or whatever it is you said..?"
He raised one thin eyebrow, shoving the newly obtained envelope messily into his already packed-to-bursting duffel bag without bothering to so much as glance at its contents, never allowing his eyes to stray from her face as he ran over what exactly a terrible incident would be considered at an academy.
There was the usual 'everyone got a d' of course; but that didn't exactly fit with the warning she'd given.
Maybe an army of escaped genetically mutated lab rats who started going around biting people and giving of radioactivity with each n**..?
Then again, perhaps a masked killer was masqurading as a student and dancing around, shooting down everyone in their path..?
Maybe, even, one of the teachers was secretly apart of the mafia, and slowly ticking off staff and students one by one for their evil mind washing process and the horrid fate of wasting away in the back of a Halmark Gift card place, with nothing left of their lives bu to think up cheesy sayings..?

Curiosity, if nothing else, was one of very few dominant emotions he held within his general personality make-up. And, unfortunately enough, the one that tended to run out of check the most often.... Aort frim his imagintation, of course. That /somtimes/ tended to get a little out there too...
But only sometimes.
Ooooonly sometimes.

"Why is there a Gatehouse?" Elliot asked, veering away from THAT touchy subject to the next one of interest, "I don't intend to go there, I'm just... Curious. What would be the point of a Gatehouse near a school, I'm guessing there wouldn't exactly be many large estates out around here, right? And if they were, they'd be the schoold property, wouldn't they? My my father's father used to work in an old fashioned gatehouse, and he told me their main purpose was to keep people out of an area, or to check who goes through- like an off-limits bridge, a building, or a town. But any of those would only make sense if there was either a body of water around the gatheouse or a gate blocking off a town to stop people from getting TO."
The puzzled frown deepened slightly for just a second, turning down the corners of his mouth before a rare smile was back in place and he laughed, raising one hand to rest behind his head.
"Sorry, Miss Souris, or Miss Anabelle, whichever you prefer. I'm just trying to find a reason to stay... At the school, I mean." He paused, peeking back in the direction of the door for a moment before allowing his attention to slide back to her. "Oh! And before I forget, what's your schools policy on electronics..?"

"Wha-I-uuuuh..." Elliot blinked, feeling like a gaping fool as he lay an unwanted witness to the unheeded blush when it soared up to outline every one of the freckles in his cheeks.
Quickly averting his eyes as if in some sort of attempt to gather his unnaturally befuddled thoughts, the teen paused to gather himself inwardly for a moment before responding in that unnerving tentative voice that DEFINITELY did /not/ belong to him.
"Thanks... I guess.... I THINK."

He grinned, color rising slightly further up with the laugh that escaped his lips before it began to fade back down once again.
"But if you were heart broken, why would you come here to begin with, ma'am? Did you have a choice, another option? Or was it either this or nothing else worth mentioning?" The teeniest of scowls fluttered across his features at these words, no matter how swiftly he attempted to hold it back- and then to shake it off once it managed to acchieve its position- oh how he hated forced things; the 'Do this, or that happens' types of situations, which happened to be the exact reason he was still standing here, a very very veeeeery unwanted 'this or that' situation.

"THAT," Elliot said, leaning back in his chair to glare exaggeratedly at the ceiling, arms crossing themselves across his chest and lips pursing in an almost comic fashion, "I can agree with."

He was up out of the 'pouty' stance in around three seconds, that lively curiosity right back in place; but, for once, the next question that escaped him was actually... Conventional! Boring! Ordinary. (He shuddered at the thought.)
"So, when I leave here, I should go to the..." He deliberated for a second before the name seemed to come back into being within his mind's boundaries, "Oak dorm, right? But where exactly is that..?" He turned in the chair as if seriously expecting to find a big magically flashing sign flying around and stating in big bold letters OAK DORM THIS WAY!
Though, as usual, he was sadly disappointed.