Lost In Time

A Consultation With A Revelation

Just want to say thanks to everyone who has read this far, don't think I haven't seen you ghost reader(s)! :) Enjoy, vote, and comment! - Mac

On Monday morning, June 29th, at 10:30 a.m. sharp, I found myself in a different situation. I was, for the first time in my life, sitting in front of a Headmistress, in her office. I had always been homeschooled, and never got in trouble no matter what I did, because two words: Daddy's Princess. But I wasn't in trouble...yet. I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, trying not to squirm under her scrupulous gaze. Dim was beside me, wincing just slightly as she moved her gaze to him. On Dim's other side was Narkus and his wife, Raide. She was some sort of half-siren, but very nice (so far) and drop-dead gorgeous. Madalene followed her around like a puppy, hoping for fashion tips. Victor and I had shared quite a few giggles over that one, bonding over Call of Duty last night.

Over by me was (unfortunately) Arianna and Trevor, along with Caroline. I could have done without the parental committee, truly. They had invaded my personal sanctuary in an attempt to dress me up a bit. Attempt is the operative word there. I was in one of the dressiest things I owned, a business casual outfit paired with grey pants, flat black boots, and a black blouse. No makeup, only a little lip-gloss. My hair was straight. Arianna was wearing one of her Victorian era-esque dresses that made me want to gag, and Trevor, for once, looked alert in his navy blue suit. No one was speaking, as Headmistress Blacke scrutinized our every move. Every breath. It was like she was a dragon, examining her food for any blemishes before she ate it. But I wasn't a doe, and I only had a few hours off of work, so we had to get this show on the road.

I leaned forward, and stared into her cold blue eyes. "So, Headmistress Blacke, what can you tell me about this...Greenvale Academy. How come I have never heard of it?" She blinked in shock, her mouth turned down in immense disapproval. She leaned back, assessed her computer monitor (she was a Mac lady), and jotted down a few notes before she spoke.

"Greenvale Academy is an honored institution of learning, and has been since 1764. It is over 250 years old, and we have many accomplished alumni, some of whom have gone on to be highly distinguished members of various departments of GOMA." She paused, and peered at Dim and I, before snootily continuing. "Which stands for Government of Magical Affairs, which I am sure your lowly high school education taught you. We have many different branches of magic here available to study at all different levels, and for different age groups. We teach from Pre-school all the way to the graduate school levels, and are a shoe-in for any internships you would like. We offer many scholarships in order to help pay for the, ah, extravagant costs of attending this prestige school. However, we don't just accept anyone, Miss...?" I raised my eyebrow and opened my mouth to reply but Arianna hurried to beat me to it.

"Eliana Laveau, Chosen Heir of the Laveau Coven, stationed in New York." She said with forced pride and cheerfulness that anyone could hear was fake and strained. Dragon Lady, as I decided she would be called, nodded and began to type furiously at her keyboard, her nails a flash of red against the Apple white. She scanned the information, frowning.

"Eliana J Laveau, seventeen years old, and currently attends Granger Preparatory, Institute For the Mundane." She paused, confusion flashing in her eyes. She looked at me, giving me the once over, before addressing my mother.

"I am sorry, but we don't allow entry from such a school. It isn't even considered a Magick school! It is a psych ward." Arianna bristled, and I exploded in a deadly calm manner.

"Psych ward? You...you told them I was enrolled in a psych ward!?" I all but hissed at my mother, hands curled into tight white fists. I was fuming with anger and barely restrained magic. A pysch ward!? Does she hate me that much to lie that badly...in the normal definition, a psych ward was bad enough, where the crazy and insane go for treatment and residency. Apply the magic definition to it, and it was practically taboo. It was for those who were born to a magickal bloodline, but couldn't wield it, or wield it properly. They supposedly helped you learn to control it, or discover your magic...but every GOMA employee knew the true stories. Horrible, horrible stories. But there was nothing any of us could do, because the Courts were true bastards (literally) and didn't really care about what rules they had instigated over three thousand years ago. They had left GOMA in charge, but they still couldn't change certain rules, the psych wards one of them, for fear of the Courts getting angry, and coming back. No thank you. But only the most desperate families sent their kids to them. Or, apparently, hateful mothers.