The Mystery Gang

Interviews and Passageways

"Mr. Wolff," Niall eyed up the boy who now sat in the hot seat.

"Dean."

"Excuse me?"

"Call me Dean, Mr. Wolff is my father," he glanced over at Violet and smirked at her. He knew he could get his way if there was an impressionable woman around, but Violet didn't wasn't affected by it and if she was she hid it well. The only sign she gave to acknowledgment was the push of her glasses up her nose.

"Alright Casanova, we just need a couple answers and then you can leave," Niall sighed. He glanced at the back of the classroom to see to Harry trying to hide the fact that he was listening in. When Harry noticed Niall looking at him, he shot his head down and acted intrigued by the work in front of him.

When he suspected that the strangers had stopped looking at him, he raised his head again and made eye contact with Violet who was still watching him. She found herself smiling at him and he smiled back but reality struck them both and they simultaneously turned away from each other.

Harry tried to continued his work but even if he wanted to, he was way too distracted by the girl, Violet, to think about European History.

Violet had noticed the different amount of textbooks she had seen Harry with, and she had only seen him twice. He must have had a heavy workload and the stress could have driven him to try and spook the students of the school. Harry's friend and close opposite, Dean, only carried a leather messenger bag with his initials on it. It looked almost empty which could mean he didn't have success academically which is a motive to try and shut down a school.

It seemed unlikely that these two would ever become friends on their own and Violet induced that they had something which brought them together: maybe their hatred for the school. All of this was simply speculation but they were enough for Violet to write her theories down.

Violet also wrote down any notes she could about Dean's appearance. She noticed that his brown hair wasn't styled but she observed his shaky fingers which was a sign of a nervous habit of raking his fingers through his hair. His brown eyes reminded her of Zayn's, they were dark and held a sense of mystery and sensitivity. He had a masculine jawline which showed strong genes in the family. While his facial expression showed boredom, his eyes betrayed him with the hint of fear behind them. He seemed fluent in being disciplined in the dean's office, so why was this interview any different? As if he knew he was being watched intently by everyone in the room, he itched the back of his neck: a common giveaway for liars. The only question was what or who was he hiding?

"Violet? Are you ready to begin?" he asked, worriedly.

"Sorry, yes, I got lost in thought," she responded.

"Violet is a beautiful name. Violet," Violet and Niall's eyes snapped to look at Dean as he repeated her name, testing it and seeing how it felt on his tongue.

"We just need to ask you some questions," Violet addressed nervously.

"That's what Blondie said," Dean sneered. Niall raked an insecure hand through his brown roots which added to the humor that no one got except Dean, "Just get to the questions already."

Violet felt herself growing frustrated by Dean, and Niall's cheek grew pink with the same feeling. "Why do you hate this school?" Violet dared.

"What did you say?" he choked.

"I inquired," she corrected, "why you hate this school. Such as what about it makes you angry?"

"For starters, the teachers are all pricks and it's harder than Charlie Sheen in a strip club to find a decent friend. I bet if I was kidnapped or even murdered no one would notice or even give a crap. Except for maybe Harry-O back there, but he is nothing like anyone else here, including myself. I've imagined burning down this stupid institution more times than I've studied for a test. Most of the students here, including myself, have a trust fund to save us when this education thing doesn't work out but to make sure he can get the crap out of this hell hole, Harry always has his nose shoved in those books. Everybody here used to mock him for actually caring which is ridiculous in itself which just proves my point even further. I bet if you talked to anyone here they would tell you about their summers in Cabo and winters in Aspen on daddy's helicopter. If I destroyed this place, the only person that would care would be Harry because this is great for his transcript and Dean Armstrong who makes bank off our parents. Does that answer your question?"