Fresia Anthony and the Tower of Night

Chapter Six

"...and that is how you achieve the perfect smokey eye. So now, pair that with what I taught you about strong eyebrow game, and on point messy fishtail braid, coupled with how I taught you to match your reds with your blacks, you now have the perfect outfit to wear to a party. And never forget, not all blacks are created equal, make sure that you aren't wearing a blue black with a warm black, they look similar enough that your outfit looks dull, but different enough that it looks like you got dressed in the dark. Which is not a compliment." Damian just nodded, a blank expression on his face.

"I'm so glad I'm not a girl." He muttered.

"Also, be sure that when your choosing a cocktail dress that-"

"Oh darn, look at that, the health room. I'll see you at paranoia next week." He all but ran in the other direction, leaving behind a smug Fresia, who now knew how to drive him away.

"Huh, my cuticles have stopped bleeding." Fresia noted as she examined her nails. "And I'm dry." Most of the caked mud had fallen off. "I suppose I should go to my second period." She riffled through her book bag and pulled out her schedule.

"Astronomy. Fantastic." She trudged her way from the health room, staring at the quad where astronomy was held. "Ugh! Of course it's all the way over there." She started her long trek over to it.

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"Ms. Anthony." A tall barefoot woman with waist length silvery hair stated as Fresia arrived late, covered in mud from the lake and sticks, leaves and thorns as well.

"I," Fresia sighed. "I fell into a lake. Well harbor actually. And then I fell into a ditch on my way over here. The ditch I tripped into had bushes at the bottom." She squeezed her eyes closed at the irony of her situation. She was injured on her way back from the health room in exactly the way Damian warned her not to, she fell into a ditch. Ms. Avery tapped her watch. "Yes, I am twenty minutes late. I know. I got lost. This was after I tripped over a log and fell into a ditch. Which was after my unplanned swim trip and mud facial." She clarified her situation. Ms. Avery had a smile creeping into her eyes.

"Give me a detention, I don't really care at this point. You wouldn't be the first teacher." Ms. Avery simply stood up and led her to the group, the small metal baubles that adorned her bright purple robes clinking against each other merrily as she walked.

"No one is getting a detention, especially not some one with such a dismal aura. I don't know what happened to you today, but you seem miserable, so we'll let you be, for now." Her amethyst toned eyes glittered mischievously.

"Well, you know, falling in a ditch'll do that to ya." Fresia said as she sat down. Ms. Avery laughed, and it sounded just as musical as the baubles and bells on her robes.

"Today I think we'll do introductions. Fresia, I think you've had more than enough of an introduction. Can't let you hog all the lime light." As everyone went around the circle and introduced themselves and their house, Fresia took the time to study her teacher. She couldn't have been more than 20 years old, so was the silver hair a fashion statement? Given her choice in clothes and foot wear, or rather, lack of foot wear, Fresia wouldn't have been surprised.

"And that's a wrap, I'll see you guys later." Ms. Avery said clapping her hands once, and snapping Fresia out of her reverie.

As soon as they were out of earshot of Ms Avery, Dara leaned in and whispered in Fresia's ear.

"So, did you sneak off with an ultra hot boy?" Fresia laughed.

"As if my life were that exciting. How was the rest of Herbology, any British kids in it for you to obsess over?"

"No, but I've got my sights set on him. Senior Tom Bourne, British transfer student." Fresia laughed and rolled her eyes as Dara ran up to the afore mentioned senior and tried to flirt with him.