Elemental Eclipse

🌻Chapter Four; Part One: Judgement Day🌻

"I can't believe it's the third day of school and I'm already at risk of being expelled!" Rachael mumbles bursting with anxiety, as she sat on the floor outside the Dean's office awaiting her trial.

Beckett came around the corner and stalked towards her already annoyed. "I'm surprised you made it here before me. I assumed you'd get lost, what with how sad and inept you are."

"You're the one who got us in this mess." Rachael huffs looking up at him.

"Me?! How did you possibly figure?" Beckett scoffs, scowling down at her.

"It's because you made me lose focus!" Rachael says. "I was doing just fine keeping a handle on my flame until you had to open your irritatingly obnoxious mouth."

"Oh please. Don't blame me for your lack of control." Beckett scoffs.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Rachael snaps. "You know you think you're so much-"

Both of their attentions were quickly drawn from their dispute, when a loud click came from the door. They turned around to see the Dean standing in the doorway to her office.

"Ah. You two must be the pair that Professor Englund was referring to." The Dean scowls.

Beckett immediately adjusted his posture, and straightening out his blazer. "Yes, Dean Goeffe we are. And may I just say how truly and absolutely sorry I am for any and all of my actions."

The Dean stared him down until his facade started to break and his obvious insecurities started to flood out. His cheeks turned a dark red and his posture shrank a little. She turned to Rachael after she was done breaking down Beckett with just her sour gaze, with a look she couldn't really seem to place.

"Come in both of you. Let's get this over with." Dean Goeffe sighs.

Beckett and Rachael sat in the seats across for the Dean's desk, both swirling with internal anxiety.

"Before we get started, allow me to say that I don't care who started this. I'm greatly disappointed in both of you." The Dean says, curtly. "Mr. Harrington, I had extremely high hopes for you as a student, what with your family's reputation."

Beckett inhales sharply, moving his gaze to the floor, as he gripped the chair so tightly his knuckles where turning white. Rachael observed him carefully and guilt started to fill her chest making it hard for her to breath.

"Dean Goeffe...please don't be too hard on him. It really was all my fault." Rachael says quickly, biting her lip.

The Dean turned her scowl to her and Rachael forced herself to stay tall not letting her gaze get to her. "I appreciate your condor, Ms. Michelle. But it doesn't excuse Mr. Harrington's actions in this."

Beckett's grip relaxed slightly and he looked at her with surprise, not understanding why she would take the blame for him.

"Mr. Harrington, considering your excellent transcripts and undeniable potential...you will not be expelled today." The Dean sighs, making Beckett relax in his seat, exhaling a breath he didn't even realize he was holding.

"Thank you, ma'am. You won't regret-" Beckett beams, before the Dean quickly shut him down again.

Her scowl now set upon Rachael. "You, however, seemingly came out of nowhere and think that Penderghast's rules don't apply to you, hm?"

"Oh no! Of course not, that's-" Rachael says quickly, but Beckett quickly cuts her off in attempt to save her ass.

"Excuse me, Dean Goeffe, but...it was an accident. A spell gone awry that I blew way out of proportion." Beckett says.