What does it mean to be a Red Blood? To Snoh Encre being a red-blooded human was the epitome of mediocrity. Especially when her entire family has magical powers of their own as Elementals.
Living in the Wysterian Nation as a disappointment to her f...
"Do you know this man, Snoh?" Enid's voice sounded guarded and rough the moment he took note of my tone in response to Mr. Doan, who had made himself comfortable approaching our private table in the lounge we were currently sitting in.
I thought finally being in Clouiths and away from that admission center would be enough to create a distance from the man who at first, had antagonized and mocked my sudden appearance at the center, scoffing at the fact that I wanted a chance at attending one of the three big mystical academies Othea had to offer.
After receiving my acceptance, curtesy of Her Highness, Empress Aquila's sponsorship, his entire focus on me had shifted into that of some sort of fetishized fascination; I didn't exactly know what about myself piqued his interest other than the fact that he was aware that I was the High Chancellor's daughter but even now...
I knew that to not be the truth at all.
But I wouldn't allow an odd and pestering man like him to know something as important as that. Underneath his smile, I knew there was something rather conniving with the persona he displayed to people in his close vicinity, though I wouldn't surprised if that fake smile was further from the truth of his true nature.
I turned to Enid to reply to his question, "I—." I was quickly silenced by Mr. Doan interjecting to do the introducing himself, "I'm not sure if we made acquaintances personally Mr. Balsia but I do remember briefly going over your application to Clouiths not too many isos ago. My name is Ruben Doan." He replied with a twinkle in his eyes.
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Enid seemed a bit startled by that revelation and arched his eyebrow, "You were involved in my admission process?" He questioned him. Mr. Doan who was amused by his expression nodded his head respectfully and continued speaking, "I am the head admissions director in Wegrea. I met the lovely Miss Snoh when she was applying to attend here. Isn't it so funny we all bump into each other again?" This time he turned his attention back over to me so I could reply.
My face remained dull and uninterested by his probing. "I mean we didn't necessarily bump into each other, you came over to our table where my friend and I were having a serious conversation and interrupted," I replied to him.
Mr. Doan's smile twitched slightly as if he were irked by my boldness to state his rudeness by coming up to us unprovoked in the first place. "Ah...I see that is quite true. My apologies for interrupting two bright student's meal together." Mr. Doan titled his head to the side as he examined Enid's hand encapsulated in mine in a protective manner.
"Young love...I suppose I was indeed interrupting something." He stated with a wink.
I resisted the urge to groan, but also to correct him; I didn't want him staying here any longer than he was supposed to.
Before I could shoo him away with my words once more, the sounds of heeled boots clicking against the marble flooring of the longe rung against my ears, causing me to turn briefly to the woman who was approaching the table; just when I thought we were getting rid of the Wegrea unwanted, another shows up.
