All For Not - Wednesday

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Suddenly as my eyes lock onto Dort's form my head is covered, shrouded in darkness making me go still like a parrot put to sleep. I'm pulled to the side, turned around and walked forward with a hand on my lower back and another on my arm. Whoever had grabbed a hold of me hissed in pain and pulled me along, my father instructing them out of the grand doors, "This way, quickly."

I'm too stunned to fight back, my mind also warring with clarity over the thoughts about what I was just about to do. My father and the stranger lead me away, taking me down some steps and further than I could track while I allow it.

When I'm finally shown the light again I blink owlishly, my eyes darting around to see my father and Xavier. "Dude, it's only been orientation for a few hours and you're already about to burst into flames? What the hell happened?" Xavier breathes heavily, whipping his hand around beside him to cool it off.

Staring at him I blink slowly, my father speaking as he walks up and pats my shoulder, smoke puffing up off cloth there, "I'm afraid that Principal Dort decided to make some unsavory comments and a tasteless joke..." He turns to me, "my darling little dagger, you were so angry, are you sure you want to return to Nevermore? Just say the word and we'll pack up your things and go before the night falls."

Sighing deeply I grind my teeth and look down at the ground, "I'm fine father..." Xavier scoffs, running a hand through his hair as he motions towards the school behind us with his hand, "That didn't exactly look like you were fine Morella, you looked ten times worse than you did that day at the lake last semester."

Swallowing with difficulty I barely meet his gaze, calming down significantly as my skin returns to normal and my eyes cool off returning to their natural hue. "What are you doing here? Dort said you wouldn't be coming back here..."

His hand drops to his side and he sighs looking at me, "Well I had to make good on what you said didn't I? Besides, I sent a letter and a painting up to Wednesday, saw you as I was handing 'em over to Bianca and went to find you afterwards. I have one for you too, a letter," he says, fishing an envelope from his pocket before holding it out to me, "just open it later," he sighs again.

I catch the meaning behind 'painting' and furrow my brows before I take the letter from his hand, watching as he looks around at the area he had dragged me off to. "Does your father know you're here young man?" My father asks him and Xavier nods, replying, "Yeah, he knows I'm saying goodbye..." He pauses looking at me, "actually I leave Jericho in about thirty minutes so I can make my plane in a few hours, less now that this has happened."

Nodding slowly I look around, "A bit far out..." I say, seeing as how we were on the edge of the school grounds, close to the woods that lead the short stone path to the staffing cottage and Xavier's old art shed. "Yeah well I didn't think it'd be a great idea for everyone to see you create a fucking fire tornado when there wasn't an actual threat," he scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"He insulted me, death is the only thing he could endure to right what he has said, besides, I had control." He rolls his eyes at my words. "Morella, that wasn't in control. Maybe you really should leave the school if-," I interrupt him, "I won't leave, and you shouldn't either..."

He stays silent for a minute, "You saying you want me to stay here Feathertail?" He grins. I frown, responding with a gruff huffing noise, "Hnnph, Don't say ridiculous things...I merely think you should be allowed to finish your schooling in the same school you've gone to for the beginning of your high school career, not transfer out of the country."

He gives me a lazy smirk, eyeing me as he nods, "Right...not because you'll miss me." He pauses, face smoothing out, "but you do know why I'm leaving right? I don't want to but my father can't exactly deal with so many publicity issues, especially from me."