Deception

Eyes To The Soul

Whatever he'd been expecting it wasn't this. As soon as he'd stepped inside the room Madam Racia clapped her hands, a ruin circling her hand glowed white then before he knew it she had given him a mop, a bucket of water and a cloth. Stiles did gape at her for a bit.

She raised her eyebrows at him and said "Unless you tell me somehow, since becoming a sorcerer only yesterday, you've been trained in using even to the slightest degree of your magic for anything then I suggest you get scrubbing"

She gave him a look of impatience as she didn't know why he hadn't started scrubbing the floor yet.

"Go on then, I want this spotless by the time I get back"

Madam Rucia then turned away and locked the door behind her, shutting Stiles inside.

He stood there, his brain not processing what had happened for a couple of minutes.

Stiles let out a groan as he looked around, this room was huge, it didn't seem to have anything in it so he wasn't sure what it was for but dam this was irritating.

But, he thought as he picked up the mop and dunked it into the cold water then started to mop the floors, it beats what his been through in the last months.

The floor already looked clean but he swore if someone came in and said you've missed a spot he would not be held accountable for his actions.

By the time Madam Rucia returned Stiles was on the floor scrubbing with his cloth, glaring at a piece of dirt that seemed to decide it did not want to be removed from the floor at any cost.

His arms ached but it didn't feel like much compared to what he'd been through so he carried on.

He glanced up to see Madam Rucia looking at the even more spotless floor in surprise.

"You've done...all of it?" She asked for the first time sounding almost uncertain.

Stiles frowned, stopping what he was doing giving the dirt a glare, he'd lost that battle for now.

He stood up as he said confused "Yeah, you said you wanted it all clean didn't you?"

Stiles stood on the piece of dirt he'd lost his fight with discreetly, okay not that discreetly. It wasn't there, nope.

Madam Rucia gave him a look he couldn't identify as she said "Mmm maybe I have read your eyes wrong"

At his even more confused expression she said slowly and more loudly like she was talking to someone who didn't understand anything  "It seems I have misjudged you"

What that actually meant made Stiles freeze, eyes widening.

"Wait! You can do that eye thing to?"

"By that eye thing do you mean look into someone's else's and see certain things about them?"

"Y-yes uh Fritz said the Lord did that to me, that's how he could tell I wasn't telling the truth and some...things about my feelings"

Something seemed to flicker in Madam Rucia's eyes at Fritz's name but she said instead "All sorcerers can do it. In time you will as well. My eye perception obviously isn't as strong as the Lords though. I can see tiny bits but not as much as him"

He could do that?

Well  be able to do it at some point?

That was so-

Stiles shook his head, cutting his thought of, no he was getting of track, what he really wanted to know was...

"What did you see?" He asked hesitantly.

She then raised her eyebrows but was it him or did her lips turn up a little? Almost a...amused smile?

No...

That was impossible.

This lady could not smile.

"I saw mischief and I saw a trouble maker" She said.

Definitely not as deep as the Lord or the Grand Master then, Stiles almost let out a sigh of relief.

Kind of explained the way she'd treated him before though...

This time she suddenly did smile which was a shocker but there was no friendliness.

It actually looked a little creepy.

"Word of advice Mieczyslaw, try not to look any really powerful sorcerous in the eyes, you never know what they might see..."