Descendants of Magic

CHAPTER IV. - OSSILOR: THE BIRTH OF A PRODIGY?

You are now an Ossilor. I started to wonder. I thought that I was supposed to be a descendant of a witch or magician or whatever. What is an Ossilor now? We barely had any classes and I haven't heard anything similar yet.I was thinking about what's going on and then I heard an unfamiliar male voice behind my back. I turn around to see who it is. I didn't hear the door open or anyone to come in. There was a tall guy with long black hair tied in a ponytail is standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.

Guy: It's your house now.

A house? Oh, I remember the supervisors saying something about being divided into the houses. So I guess one of the house names is Ossilor.

Guy: Yes, you are right.

I stare at him for a while. His responses were short and most of the time he was quiet. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, making his biceps pop out as he is leaning with his left shoulder on the frame. He isn't bulky but you can tell he is working out or at least is in a good shape. He seemed young, much more younger than any of the other teachers I have met so far. His outfit wasn't covered by the cloak so that must mean he isn't from Aveus. Was he one of hte students since he is so young? Dressed in black suit pants with a white shirt tugged inside, he stood there in silence but looking directly into my eyes with his piercing gaze. His eyes were slim and I could swear that I can see a red glow in them. He looks good.

Guy: Thank you.

What? Can he read minds or what? The guy only chuckles and then turns into his serious face not saying anything. Then Principal Idarin called my name and I turned around to face him since I was staring at the new person that joined us. Principal's gaze felt on the guy for a short time and he introduced the guy as Professor Hale, son of Athena. The Principal then returned his eyes on me, he smiled at me and told me to follow Professor Hale to his office and that he will explain everything further. I stand up and walk to Professor Hale who is already leaving the office. I turn around once again to face the Principal, trying to read his expression. His hands were laying palms down on the table as he was resting his arms. But then he interlocks his fungers and puts his hands up to his chin to rest his head. Nods a few times with a soft, warm expression and then shows me to follow Professor Hale with his right hand. I bow my head slightly to say goodbye and then go with Professor Hale who was waiting for me in the hallway, his arms stuck inside his pockets. I joined him and we walked away. I followed behind him, looking down at my feet. The Principal said I won't get expelled but I still couldn't shake this feeling of guilt for what happened as I couldn't every time after each incident around me.

He didn't say anything the whole way we walked through the hallways of the school. I either looked down or around myself to check the new paitings and art in this part of the school I haven't seen yet. I couldn't bring myself up to start any conversation so I just followed the professor in silence. When we got to his office, he opened the door and walked inside first. I stand frozen in the open doorway as he walks to his desk. He sits down and takes out a bunch of papers. Looking up he checks up on me and sees me still standing in the door. He looks back down to the papers and tells me to come inside, sit on the couch and wait until he prepares something. I slowly go inside, closing the door behind me and walk up to one of the dark brown leather couches he has facing each other in the middle of his office, separated with a small basic coffee table. I sit down and make little buble noises as I wait. Professor Hale was writing something down on the papers, then into this huge and thick book he took out from one of his drawers. He stamps them both and then cleans the book away. He picks up the papers, clears his throat and stands up, walking around the desk and sits down in front of me on the other couch.