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Ailbe sighed in relief as she finally found her way past the horrifically crowded corridors. She slowed herself, steadying her breathing as her hand pressed against the door of the old History classroom.
Upon entering, all eyes were on her. She froze like a deer in headlights, shaking as the glared of fifty students landed on her. Like the true introvert that she was, her entire body seemed to close up. She smiled nervously, clutching her books closer to her chest - so close that they almost went through her chest.
That's when she saw him. Him.
She hadn't seen him since that night on campus weeks ago, and she doubted he would remember. As much as he seemed to distain human interaction, he seemed attractive and intelligent to her so she assumed he had his fair share of attention from other girls. Why would anyone remember her, of course?
"I forgot to ask you what class you were taking!" She spoke suddenly as they were bound to part ways.
The boy gave a small mysterious smile, a glimmer in his intense blue eyes that lit her soul on fire, "What do you think I'm doing?"
"Something for clever people?" She guessed, making him chuckle slightly. "I'm doing History... Anglo-Saxon, Norse, And Celtic."
She noticed some small glint in his eyes that almost gave away what he was thinking. Somewhere, there, deep down. It was as though she could see into his soul, and he could see into hers. "Me too."
"How fitting." She beamed. "The Celt and the Viking."
The Celt and the Viking. And there she was, the girl that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about since he last saw her. Her flaming red hair, her intoxicating smile that seemed to light up even the darkest of hearts. Something about her just seemed to draw him in. And yet he doubted that she even remembered him. It had been weeks, and a girl as attractive and clever as her would surely never remember someone like him. Surely.
She walked up the steps nervously, still holding her books tightly as she approached his row. For a moment, he though she'd go past him, that she'd sit with some friend of hers. But she didn't. She stopped, her bright eyes set upon him nervously.
"This seat taken?" She asked gently, gesturing to the seat beside him. Simply, he shook his head and she sat down. It was only then that she realised the whispers she received, heart pounding in her chest as she tried to listen to what they were saying over the booming teacher.
"For a minute I thought I'd be stuck in a room full of Saxons on my own." He joked flatly, making a bright smile spring onto her lips.
"Never." She chuckled. "The Celtic Viking alliance shall commence."
