Initiation

"Owen you know as well as I do Snape has a permanent broomstick up his ass."

A/N: Thank y'all for all the love for this fic. On to the show

*Owen*

It took around three hours to get everyone settled. Gabriel had to set up Sang's wardrobe despite her multiple requests to do it herself. I designated him in charge of clothing, I guess I created that demon. As usual Luke and Gabriel took one room, North and Silas another, Kota and Nathan the third bedroom leaving Sean and myself the fourth room. Victor got the first night with Sang, lucky bastard. Okay that's entirely inappropriate to think like that, but I'm immensely looking forward to some...private time with our lovely Miss Sorenson.

My cellphone began to vibrate unceremoniously dragging my attention away from my illicit thoughts about Sang.
"Academy Boardroom" flashed on the screen. I groaned and picked up the call, "Blackbourne," I answered, coolly.

"Were there any difficulties with the contacts?" One boardroom member asked gruffly.

I grit my teeth. If there were would I still be standing here? No! I'd have my entire team back in South Carolina. "None at all. They suspect nothing. The girls are hosting an event tomorrow evening to celebrate our arrival. It will be a good opportunity for Miss Sorenson to become acquainted with the girls. Faith did reach out through Tyler to inquire about party plans. She may perhaps prove the easiest of the trio for her to befriend."

"Excellent. Keep us posted. This is good, Owen," he replied pleased by my response.
"Of course," I replied smoothly. The call ended and I stuffed the phone in my front pocket.

"We are waiting on you, Owen," said Sean, leaning against the door frame.

"The Board called to check in," I responded a little more curt than intended.

Sean as always took it in stride, "Is that anyway to talk to your best friend?" he mocked, pretending to be hurt.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Severus is utterly infuriating. Don't you think if the contacts showed the slightest sign of animosity, Victor wouldn't have that jet bring us right back home?" I grumbled, irritably.

"Owen, you know as well as I do Snape has a permanent broomstick up his ass. He's going to antagonize you because he wants us to prove Pumpkin can take the Academy. Now, we're all starving. Lets get some deep fried seafood."

I smirked, without a doubt Miss Sorenson had the final say in dinner. North must be having a fit, but for some reason I find that rather amusing. Sang has finally filled out a little more after barely eating for months. I was flabbergasted that I could be so extremely attracted to anyone, but her new curves tested my self control.

As if she could hear my thoughts, Sang popped her head in next to Sean, "Is everything okay?" she asked, cautiously. I did a once over to be sure I hadn't forgotten my wallet and approached her and Sean.

I smoothed a stray strand of hair and nodded, "Nothing to worry about." She frowned at my words, entirely too perceptive of my emotions.

Sean grabbed her around the waist and spun her around in his arms, "You worry too much, Pumpkin." For once, his ridiculously flirtatious nature was helpful. I might even let him take the drawers by the window.

Sang practically fell into me the moment Sean put her down, "Sorry Mr. Blackbourne. I'm a little dizzy."

If only she knew how much I didn't mind. Sean wiggled his eyebrows at me mischievously. I shot him a silent glare that hopefully Miss Sorenson did not catch. He's about to lose those window drawers.
I rubbed Sang's shoulder, "Perhaps Dr. Green shouldn't spin you around like a windmill," I replied, raising an eyebrow at that giggling buffoon.

He did nothing to hide his amusement, "She's far away from the staircase and fell into your waiting arms Owen. I think Pumpkin is in capable hands." It's settled, the window is mine. There was something indescribably calming and beautiful about feeling the sun hit your skin first thing in the morning. As much as I would prefer to spend my first night in New York City with Miss Sorenson, I did set the rules about monopolizing her time.

"Oy! We're all hungry down here!" Mr. Coleman hollered from the bottom of the stairs holding Sang's boots in one hand.

"And just who are you yelling at Mr. Coleman?" I asked, locking my eyes with his own. He was already treading on thin ice from the meeting and never understood when to stop pushing my buttons. Besides that, did he honestly believe I didn't notice the tousled mess Miss Sorenson's hair was in when he left her room? He would rather spit fire than let a strand be out of place on her head. The fact his cheeks were a fire engine red told me he got the point.

Dr. Green clapped me on the back so hard it almost took the wind out of me, "You sure Vic doesn't need to switch places with you for the night? Seem tense, old friend."

He was down the stairs before I could smack the smirk right off his face. How in the hell did I end up with him again? Oh right, he's a living breathing prodigy and stops me from taking the world so seriously. And for that I will be eternally grateful.