I Think I Love You... But You Kind of Scare me (The Academy Series)

-04- I Think I Love You... But You Kind of Scare me

The door to Madame Gloriana's office was huge, much bigger then I thought it would be when I first saw it. It was thick, made of oak and flaked with gold, with two thin knockers shaped like vines. The oak wood looked so polished that it bounced lots of light back into my eyes. I breathed in the clean but musty smell of it, before nervously raising my hand to knock.

No need to though.

As soon as my fist was an inch from the door, it flew open. After that, there was another door, which opened, and another, which also flung open. This continued until all I could see was blackness. There was a strange draught in the hall that the open doors had made, and I rubbed my hands on my arms and shoulders.

"Enter," said a sweet voice from the other end of the doors. I began to walk slowly into the cold corridor before the voice cried out again, "Faster please, I haven't got all day!"

I blushed, trying to quicken my pace. The voice tutted, before sighing.

"I guess I'll have to bring you here myself,"

At this, I wondered what she meant. It was take a lot more time if you had to come to me, then back to her office.

I felt the draught around me quicken, until it was a full, gale force wind. I screamed, my skirt flying up slightly, before I realized the wind was edging me on. It was trying to get me to keep walking. I began to walk again nervously, not knowing what had caused the wind, or where it was coming from.

"That's not quick enough!"

I felt my body begin to be forced forward. I cried out, trying to grip my heels on a rug that I was walking on, but it was no use. The wind became too strong, before I was sliding along the carpets and rugs on my feet, through the corridor.

"Let the wind take you sweetie!"

I tried to loosen up a bit, and the moment I tried, the wind flung me, head over heels, through the corridor. Door after door, I was pushed on and on until I reached the blackness. It wasn't black anymore. I was thrust into a room which smelled thickly of what Kane's jacket had.

Magic.

The room was the colour of peaches, the flooring and the walls all the same colour. There were two platforms, a lower one, and a higher one. On the lower one, the one that I stood on right this moment, had four large glass statues. One was of a beautiful woman, with a flower in her hair and a pout on her lips. The next was one with an open book, her large eyes peering into the contents of it, the other hand holding a piece of glass chalk.

The third statue was a girl winking seductively, with a knife behind her back, hidden slightly by her gown, but visible. And last was a girl standing tall and strong, with a foot on a large mound of rock, reading a glass map and stroking an eagle on her shoulder. On her belt, there was a large sword.

On the top platform, stood a delicate looking woman, with long, drape-like blonde hair falling to the floor. She had a mix of colours in her iris, and pale pink lips. Her skin was the colour of fresh snow, and she wore a long gown that made her look elegant and refined.

"Hello Lauryn, welcome to the Sorting," she said in a sweet, cool but also mystical voice. "I would guess rightly if I said you do not know what is going on."

I nodded, standing stock still in front of the ethereal woman.

"This," she spread her arms out, "is my school. Madame Gloriana's. Lauryn, you are a transfer student, but you do not know of your talents. I am correct."

"Talents...?" I asked, looking at her in surprise. The wind from the corridor was clouding my mental vision, I was still shaken by the experience. Madame Gloriana smiled, showing a perfect row of gleaming white teeth.