Trails that lead to nowhere

The First Attack

The continuous weeks slit like water on glass while September left place to October and October to November. The weather got colder as the mountains all put a white cap of snow and the grass started to slowly freeze so when students walked on ,it cracked under they boots with an annoying sound. The school remained its glow even during gloomy days and the torches inside were lit every day when the clock hit 4. The rooms were warm as the fireplaces were always lit by invisible hands every day when they came from lessons. The bed next to Elise stayed empty and although she felt something was off her soul liked this kind of loneliness. The autumn afternoons were cold here like up in the North and the most of the trees had lost their grace of the summer. Now they were all bare, cold and gray. The lessons had been a total new adventure for the French. At first she went from a great student to an unsure girl to answer since she didn't understand anything. Everyone knew a lot of things and most of her knowledge was totally upside down.

Then she started taking the classes with her new teacher. It was a warm evening when her first lesson was planned. She felt a kind of unsettlement about all this but she had to do this is she wanted to continue the school. Elise walked over the empty halls and reached the classroom scheduled for her. It was a small one with only a few desks and a tiny shelf in the corner. On the teacher' s desk there was a stern looking man with dark amber eyes and snow white hair with some yellow roots. He was wearing the school uniform and he would've looked nice if it wasn't for his cold glare and the scar he had above his right eye. She nodded a bit at him and sat on one of the desks feeling a bit nervous by his hawk glare. So this is when the lesson started. Differently from the other teacher, Mr. Thatcher that was his name, didn't use Magic and required taking notes by hands and not by using the bracelet. His speeches were slow but really clear. Even his voice sounded more like a whisper than a normal tone. Maybe all this came from her tiredness and were only dizzy thoughts of her. What she wasn't expecting this evening was for another student to join them. The lesson had about a quarter an hour since start when a small knock was heard on the door. A pair of dark purple eyes peeked from the door and a head of messy black hair with glitter came in. He had a small grin on his face as he entered the class apologizing for coming late. When he saw Elise he gave her a wink thing which brought a small pink on her face. Mr. Thatcher just nodded and Ludwig sat next to Elise. She had seen him multiple times on her classes but many times he was absent. Since the French didn't want to be nosy she never asked him where he went. The lesson continued swiftly and she saw how concentrated the German next to her was. He didn't seem to get his eyes off the board and his ears were up for any word that escaped from the professor's mouth. His notes were clean and his handwriting neat. Elise shook her head to take her mind off the other and concentrate on the lesson. It was all about Magical Chemistry and truly it felt completely upside down. She had always been a fan of chemistry and she used to study it with great passion. Now it felt like all those she had learned and practiced were just the pinch of the top. The French felt stupid standing there with no knowledge so she just took notes and left the answers to Ludwig. He seemed really passionate about everything thing which made the room seem lesser tense and more comfortable to talk in. Mr. Thatcher kept his stern look all throughout the 2 hours of the lecture and never gave a single compliment to any of the two. When they finally finished he didn't give them any farewells but just got outside of the class like wind. Elise didn't exchange any words with Ludwig but just gave him a wave walking to her room.

The moon had gone up and it was playing with the stars on this clear night. She didn't encounter anyone during her ride but when she was climbing the stairs a person ran downstairs almost knocking her out. She looked at the person and noticed that they had dropped something. The French lifted it and examined it under the moonlight. It looked like a tiny sand clock with some small rubies as handles. She rushed downstairs and looked around only to see a girl with snow white hair looking around her stuff trying to find something. Elise ran to her and noticed it was the black and white haired girl, Cevelyn. She came closer to her and said: