✯The Secret Heir✯

II

Song for the Chapter :
Radioactive ~ Imagine Dragons

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After ten minutes of wandering hopelessly around the school, looking for any sign of the reception, I finally spot it at the end of a narrow corridor I've walked down more than three times! I resist the temptation to roll my eyes for the third time today and head down the corridor, my trainers making the only noise, in the otherwise abandoned hallway, as I slap them against the smooth ground.

I push the small wooden door open and peer my head round to see a deep maroon desk messily covered with staples, pens, pencils, files scattered in different directions and papers littering the floor. In the corner stands a tall, narrow bookshelf stretching from the top of the room to the floor which had been carpeted with a plush, green fabric.

Cute!!

Not.

Behind the mahogany desk sits a woman in her mid forties with a ginger perm and peculiar circular frames balancing on the edge of her round nose making her look like the 45 year old lovechild of Harry Potter and Ron.
What she's wearing only adds to the weirdness of today as she pairs an aqua dress complete with its very own purple stripes with a red leather jacket. Her green tights and knee high red leather boots finish of the stylish outfit which wouldn't look out of place in a fashion show or a high end shopping centre or maybe even a bin.

Definitely the latter.

Maybe her outfit wards away death eaters and evil creatures....or maybe just students. I snigger quietly, causing her to snap her neck in my direction, almost getting whiplash in the process.

She has hard set features which look at me in disdain as I start to walk pointedly towards the untidy desk.

'What do you want?' She states, a look of boredom settling across her features.

'My name is Mae Taylor and  I'm starting Linksbrook today so it would be lovely if I could receive some assistance, Miss...' I look down at the little gold plated name tag sitting on the top of a pile of lose papers '...Sol'

I decide that I, since she is such a party-pooper and me, being the self-confessed party starter I always am, would lighten the mood. I give her my best overly excited smile and bounce on my heals. To my delight, she gives me a hard stare and rolls her eyes at my I-am-a-happy-student-who-is-eager-to-learn facade.

Yeah right, the day I'm excited for school is the day that pigs fly, salmon tastes good and a tomato is a fruit.

IT'S A VEGETABLE PEOPLE.

She turns her attention back to her computer and pulls up some documents. After 10 minutes of patiently waiting for her to do her wizardly magic, she hands me a map, a time table and a brochure on all the 'exciting' and 'fun-for-all' extra-curricular activities Linksbrook provides.

Because chess club is just what I want to do on a Friday evening to get my weekend started.

'This is all you need for today' She states as if she'd rather watch paint dry than help me out.

'If you need anything, just ask one of the students'

I snort attractively.

Yeah, I think sarcastically because that worked so well last time!

At this point, my eyes may aswell be in a permanent state of rolling which, if you were wondering, accurately describes my life. I decide that to annoy her just a little bit more considering how wonderfully she has treated me.