Wildcat

Games

Lunch passed by rather quick and you were already back on your way to your dorm. Students were still talking about you and Asriel, which didn't surprise you. Why wouldn't they? Everyone was thinking you were dating by now. It was only a matter of time before they would begin asking stupid questions, until people would begin attacking you or Asriel for reasons only they will understand.

As you continued walking down the endlessly stretching hallways, where lockers were strung together like rows of dominoes, you caught numerous students looking at you. Some of their looks held envy others disdain and yet others seemed heartbroken. You almost, ALMOST, felt sorry for everyone that actually believed the illusion you conjured up. In the end, these people had no one to blame but themselves. They blindly believed what they saw, not once asking questions.

Not bothering to waste another thought on them, you continued walking towards the general direction of your room. Just as you were about to pass through the door that connected the main building with the dormitories, you were stopped by a visibly upset student.

"Just who do you think you are?" The dreadful screeching, of what you could only assume to be a banshee, pierced through your ears.

"Excuse me?" It took her only five seconds and you already felt how you ears began to twitch uncontrollably. This woman looked and acted like embodiment of the overused evil queen trope.

"How dare you, a lowly peasant, bother Asriel with your repulsive presence?" Lovely, it was another one of those pompous dimwits attacking you.

"Just who the hell are you?" You hissed back at her. It was people like that that made you furious.

"I do not have to answer to a lowborn like you." She turned her head away from you as she spoke down to you.

While you were visibly struggling to contain you rapidly intensifying rage, Asriel did... something. It almost seemed as if he was typing something on his phone. You weren't quite sure what it was but he had a devilish smirk across his face. He had a plan and judging by his face it must be evil.

"To be honest, I too would like who you are." Asriel tried his best to sound like royalty, with moderate success.

A shiver of disgust ran down his spine as he shook her hand. He obviously wanted to get away from this lovely individual in front of you.

"I shall forgive you for your inappropriate approach, seeing that you must have spend more time than you should have around that... thing." She pointed at you with disgust on her face.

Something began to feel odd, as if unfathomably dark and dangerous magic began to manifest. Asriel seemed to be the center of that dark, suffocating force. Not once did you took the time to closely study his face before, but you were pretty sure that those black streaks running underneath his eyes were new. You were pretty sure that the entirety of his fur was white as snow, you know for a fact it was. After all you did saw Asriel in his entirety, a picture you couldn't forget no matter how much you try.

"I am Anastasia von Königsburg. It is a great pleasure to finally be able to see you in person, prince Asriel." Just watching her act all high and mighty with her face that was covered in more make-up than that of a clown, it made you consider drastic measures. A simple look at her revealed that she was completely caught in a delusional perception of sovereignty and grandeur.

"Likewise." Asriel made it quite obvious that the feeling wasn't mutual, speaking in a spiteful tone.

"May I ask, why do you burden yourself with, whatever that thing is that is following you?" If she kept talking down to you like that you might end up seriously hurting her.