Priest. (Nevermore Academy/Xavier Thorpe x Reader)

Chapter 11

(Quick author's note, make sure you read chapter 10 because my chapters published out of order and chapter 10 was skipped by many readers!

Also, for those who requested, I included a picture of Y/N's eyes above.)

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Nevermore Clock Tower Dormitory,
October

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Y/N was assembling a charcuterie board in her dormitory, which was freshly cleaned and smelled of roses due to a burning scented candle. She quietly cut and assembled cheeses, crackers, nuts, and fruit into patterns and arrays on a wooden slab. Her mother had once told her that it was absolutely crucial to offer a guest something to eat -- a lesson she took to heart.

Once she sat the finalized cheese board on her living room's coffee table, she began a kettle and checked the time. Professor Alvar would arrive any moment now, meaning she was precisely on schedule.

As if summoned by her thoughts, a swift tapping on her door prompted her to quickly turn away from the kettle and move to the door. She swung it open, and smiled at the old professor in front of her. Alvar wore a cream-colored tweed jacket, the same color as his complexion, and a navy collared shirt beneath it.

"Professor, come in!" Y/N smiled, moving aside for him to enter, "Please, take a seat. What kind of tea do you drink?"

"Black, if you have it," he spoke joyfully as he moved to the couch and sat down, placing his briefcase in between his feet.

Y/N brought him a cup of tea, and sat down across from him with her own. She liked the tea cups her mother had left her — clearly bought second hand. They were old and made of porcelain, with fine green details along the edges. Etched in we're gold leaves, which added a bit of unique decoration to each cup.

"So... what exactly is it that we're doing?" Y/N asked, taking a sip of tea.

"Well, through these sessions I will attempt to assess which abilities you have and how we can make better use of them. The ultimate goal, of course, would be to name what kind of outcast you are -- put a title to the abilities in question. More realistically, my goal is to help you take charge of your gifts and put them into effect."

Y/N nodded intently, "Okay, so... where do we begin?"

Alvar spoke as he reached into his briefcase, producing a clipboard and pen, "Start with the basics — tell me about your family."

Y/N began at the beginning, where most things should.

"Well, my mother -- Scarlet Priest -- is from a long line of nymphs. Her family has a strong inclination for nature, specifically that in relation to the highlands. They're almost all Scottish or Northeastern American, which is where I get the hair from," Y/N motioned to her reddish-brown hair, "When my mother was in university at Harvard College, she met my father -- Neal." After stopping for a sip of tea, Y/N continued through the prologue of her life, "My father comes from a very convoluted bloodline. Everything from vampires to telekinetic users, but my father cut off almost all contact with his family when he graduated from high school. The one person he kept contact with was my grandmother, who died right before I was born. My grandmother has my eyes, as did my father."

"An inherited trait," Alvar punctuated, underlining something in his notes and looking up to study her white-colored pupils, "Very interesting... I have never seen such eyes. Do they affect your vision?"