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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Four days.
That's how long the Princess and her Dhampir had been at the Academy before the usual happened, before Kate came to at Lissa's bedroom door, with her grey fluffy blanket and a warm thermo jar in hand, two knocked out Guardians on the ground and four other Guardians making a circle behind her along with a clearly annoyed Headmistress.
She blinked thrice before frowning and looking down at the guards, confusion clear on her face, making some of the Guardians look quite conflicted. No one could blame them for their confusion as it wasn't every day that they were summoned to the Moroi dorms because one of their Novices knocked out two of their Guardians, only to then display confusion.
"I ASKED YOU WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING?!" Headmistress Kirova's shrill and loud voice inquired, scaring Kate into dropping the thermo and the blanket before whirling around looking like a deer caught in headlights.
A stuttered and confusion filled queery had Kirova exhale through her nose and narrow her eyes, clearly not amused with the situation. Although, one could argue that Kirova was acting on old habits and instincts, having been so used to Lissa's late Dhampir causing havoc in the Moroi dorms.
"Why did you knock out those Guardians?" Kirova pressed making Kate glance at the knocked out Guardians quickly before shrugging hesitantly, almost as if she was afraid of answer, which no one could fault her for given that Kirova held the power to seperate her from Lissa. "You can't just proclaim you don't know, you were the one who knocked them out." The headmistress spat as she saw Kate shrug.
"I swear on my mother's grave that I have no idea. One minute I'm in the lounge room of the Dhampir section, making some tea, and the next I'm standing here." Kate replied, raising her arms in a surrender motion.
The mention of the tea brought everyone's eyes to the thermos on the ground. While it wasn't a common occurence, some Dhampirs did use the thermos available and make tea to help with the bodily aches from their brutal trainings, and given the fact that Kate seemed to be wearing an old and tattered Beatles shirt and a pair of worn out leggings, and that her feet were bare, it showed that Kate didn't seem to be trying to break Lissa out of the Academy.
"What did you remember before you woke up here?" a guardian, Dennis, one of Natalie Dashkov's Guardians, inquired, making it seem like he knows something that he shouldn't know.
"Fear, it poured into me like cold ice and that when everything went black." Kate confessed. Then as if by St. Vladimir's holy intervention, Kirova's features soften, not completely but enough to let Kate be able to understand that she now believed that she was telling the truth.
