Forgotten past

17

The Hawthorne halls were empty we barely passed a student on our way to the room Michael was taking me. I followed behind watching his short and neat golden locks bounce as he strode with his hands behind his back. His Hawthorne uniform almost didn't fit his tall muscular build, his sleeves too short and same with his trousers. But he somehow was still stunning.

We finally approached a room there sat a red velvet couch and a table with some chairs around it I looked to Michael as he closed the door behind us almost waiting for instructions. He just smiled at me instead.
He begins to walk to me inhaling deeply as his eyes slowly roll back until their closed, like an animal sniffing their sweet prey.

I couldn't move an inch I was frozen in his presence. Something so overpowering about him. He takes my hand in his and guides me to the luxury velvet couch in the corner.
I follow sitting centimetres away from me. He turns his whole body language toward me all of his attention solely focused on us.

"Show me something" He says.
I frown at him
"Come on lena show me something cool." He smirks but I was in no mood to have a magic competition.
"I thought we were playing chess mr wanna be supreme." He chuckles at me.
"Fine." I watch him as his eyes suddenly roll back into pitch blackness and the tables and chairs around us lift up almost in a tornado swirling up and crashing back onto the ground.

I watch in awe as his astonishing blue eyes return along with a playful smile.
I tried to wipe the shock of my face, sure I'd seen magic but the witches never practiced shit like that I mean damn that was intense. It was amazing.

I turn my stunned face to a grin as I focus my attention onto the book sitting in the corner on top of the small round table. With the energy surging through my I cause the book to fly up in flames disintegrating into nothing.

Michaels eyes lit up like I'd never seen before. "That was beautiful.... you are beautiful." He stares into my eyes and I do the same. I search into his eyes for something but I'm not sure what. I lost myself for seconds before reality hit me.

"I should go Michael" I didn't want to but I just felt bad around him... like he was bringing out a mischievous side waiting to escape he embraced my magic he didn't want to dim it down or freak out he called it beautiful.

He placed his hand on my thigh "dont go." I looked down at his hand on my thigh.
I smiled "I like you, your different." He chuckles taking his hand away.

"Like I said lena we are different."
Our heads snapped round when we heard heels clicking amongst the floor outside the door. I stood quickly assuming Cordelia had come to find me. I brushed myself off but Michael remained calm.

"Corelena?" I rushed to the door greeting Cordelia. She looks concerned and even more so when she noticed Michael upon the couch behind me. She took me by the shoulder without speaking a word guiding me out. I glanced back at Micheal once more with his unforgettable smile.

She walked us back to the guest rooms starting to rant to me.
"Lena, we don't know anything about this young warlock I'd advise you keep your distance for your own good? I'm presuming he is the one who requested you here? Has he told you anything I should know about?"

I thought about what Michael had said, tainted magic, more greatness destined for the strength of our magic but I decided to keep it to myself.
"No delia."
She gave me an angered expression.
"Hmm that so? Why the need for you to be here lena? Come on."
I looked down as we got closer to our rooms.

"He I don't know said he could sense my magic...?" I didn't even quite know what I or Michael meant by that but Cordelias expression said otherwise.
She stayed silent in thought until we reached our rooms. What was she hiding.

"Goodnight lena. We will leave as soon as possible in the morning"
I nod making my way into my room.

I found it hard to sleep that night the thought of Michaels eyes surrounding my brain and his silly voice almost replaying over in my head. I was just happy to have someone appreciate the magic rather than fear it.

I awoke the next morning being ushered out of my room by Cordelia, she was really in a hurry to get out of here. Us witches began to swiftly exit but Ariel made us come to a halt.
"Ladies please we have made breakfast." It felt like he was basking in his glory of finally having the possibility of having a male supreme Hess's really trying to kiss our asses or he poisoned the food.

Cordelia have a false smile. "Right yes. Come on girls." Breakfast it is then. I sat between myrtle and Maddison at the table with the four warlocks opposite. There wasn't much conversation. Hands down the breakfast was exquisite. Pancakes and fresh fruit.

I felt a burning gaze on me from the corridor just outside... I already knew it was Michael. There he was at leaning over the railing his eyes glued to me. Even when I looked up at him he didn't shy away he continued to stare. I smiled to myself looking away I knew I should have felt uncomfortable under an intense stare the whole time, but it felt safe I can't explain. By the time we had finished eating Michael had disappeared and we were saying our farewells to the warlocks.

"In two weeks time ladies. As always it's been a pleasure." Ariels sarcastic tone filled the room as we stepped inside the elevator. I noticed John Henry shifting rather uncomfortably. Something was troubling him similar to Cordelia. The whole ordeal had a strange aura to it, I guess not only because it could be the chance of the first male supreme, but the way Michael came off, his power was so undefiable bringing queenie back from an unholy place that not even miss delia could do. Things were about to get firey.