Nepenthe • Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.
Never feeling like they belonged was a feeling that Lissa Dragomir lived with, even with her family and life long best friend, although they aided in that feeling not being so strong...
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Kate walked to her next class as if she had been in the school before, when actually she was simply just following all the other Dhampirs that she'd seen in the first class of the night.
The following class covered the essentials of being a bodyguard and was required for all Seniors, it was the third in a series that had started junior year which meant that the Dhampir was behind in the class too, however her good mood refused to let her think lowly of herself and hoped protecting Lissa in the real world had given her some insight.
The instructor was Stan Alto, whom the Dhampir referred to simply as Stan behind his back and Guardian Alto in formal settings, he appeared to be a little older than Dimitri, but not nearly as tall, and he always looked particularly pissed off that night, that look intensified when he walked into the classroom and found Kate sitting there.
His eyes widened in mock surprise as he circled the room and went to stand beside his book filled desk, something that he was clearly not happy, "What's this? No one told me we had a guest speaker here today. A newcomer what a privilege! What's your name?" he started, a thin brow cocking upwards, his accent surprisingly British and his eyes a deep blue that looked like the sky during the day.
"Katherine Alistair." Kate replied, her voice strong, unyielding, and her eyes meeting his in a clash for dominance, it was a fight that Kate had to give up instantly as she knew that teacher with egos could make her life a living hell.
"How very generous of you to take time out of your busy schedule and share your knowledge with us." he continued the second Kate finished saying her name, it wasn't that he didn't know it, no, every teacher and student knew it by second period.
Kate looked at him with a neutral expression, she was used to the teachers relentlessness, the favouring of students and the picking of the weaker ones. She knew it like the back of her hand, having frequently been on both ends.
Just as the brunette expected the man's sneer faltered and a glare took it's place, clearly displeased that he was getting no emotion from the girl, flaring his nose the old teacher gestured for Katherine to stand up as he said "Well, come on, come on. Don't sit there! Come up to the front so you can help me lecture the class."
His words were cold and filled with taunt and since Kate wasn't up to be bothered with fighting with a teacher and get on his bad side straight on the first day, along with not wanting to be kicked out and leave Lissa alone.
Despite the feeling of annoyance at being talked to as if she were a petulant child, Kate got up, her feet carrying her to the front of the class as she mentally cursed herself for accepting to be put in this situation, until she stood in front of the professor's desk, leaning against it with her arms crossed over her chest.
