Mrs. Frostglanced at herself in the mirror one last time, smoothing out her snow white ruffled blouse and black pencil skirt, her black pump heels clicking against the floor as she walked out of her office. She ran a hand through her honey blonde, curly hair, which was as usual down and in flowing waterfalls aroun her pale face, the bangs framing her hazely gold eyes perfectly. The last red flecks had just disappeared, on time as she knew the new arrivals would be showing up soon. She fluently ran a hand over her scar on her face, shuddering slightly as she stopped at the main entrance doors.

Using an old, golden skeleton key, Mrs. Frost opened the grand doors, allowing the afternoon sunlight to wash over the now empty halls of Havenwood Academy. She smiled lightly. "I wonder who the new arrivals will be, an what they will be like..." she thought outloud in a velvety, melodic voice. A smile broke out on her face, her perfect white fangs glistening slightly. She loved her line of work, despite how tough it could be. Turning on her heel, Mrs. Frost walked back down the large hall to the open dining room. She walked to the single large oak table at the head of the room, the one that was her table for the night, and took a seat. The students were told ahead of time to take the key already sent to them to leave their belonging and luggage in their room before coming down to the dining hall for diner and the welcoming speech. She crossed her legs, clasping her hands on top of the table, awaiting the students.



Rebecca had her arms crossed over her bright blue Skillet tee shirt with the pink pac man ghost saying I Feel Like A Monster! on it, blasting her iPod in her ears. She was leaning her head against the window in the back of her father's car, ignoring him completely. She was not exactly a happy camper about having to attend Havenwood Academey, but it was away from home, that was all she really liked about it so far. As the car came to a stop, Rebecca turned off her iPod, putting it in the pocket of her black skinny jeans, along with her cell phone, nibbling thoughtfully against her lip ring. Without a word, she got ou of the car, looking up at the academey, her dark blackish brown eyes squinted slightly, her eyeliner as always around them, flipping her straight chocolate brown hair out of her eyes.

Her dad handed her her luggage bags silently, a frown on his gave as usual. "Thank you, father..." Rebecca muttered, grabbing her bags. Her father just nodded, got in the car and drove off. Rebecca sighed, turned around, and started walking up the driveway to the front doors of the school, looking up at the building. Since she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, she ended up tripping half way to the doors, landing flat on her stomach, her bags landing all over the place. With a frustrated groan, she sat up, brushing the dirt off herself as she began tryig to get all her bags back together.

The next vehicle to pull up wasn't a car, but a van, unmarked. It showed no sign or tag that would make it distinguishable, which was why it was perfect for this task.
The door slid open and 3 adults got out, a female with glasses and a long lab coat, which hung open revealing a smart, but casual outfit underneath, and 2 men, both shaved on their heads. They couldn't see the school, but the female nodded with some certainty.
"Bring him out," she said softly.
The two men reached into the van and pulled from it a cart designed to push along patients in an upright position, whilst restraining them. The occupant of it was a wide eyed boy with tears pouring down his face. His hair was long and black and his clothes were not of any fashion, a baggy t-shirt, which must once have been why but was now a worn grey, and a pair of black tracksuit trousers. There were sneakers on his feet, but a brand that would have been common place in a supermarket.
The women turned to look at him, crouching slightly to speak to him.
"You know what I said," she said softly, her eyes meeting his. "Remember it. It's important."
The boy didn't speak, though his mouth was unbound. Tears streamed quicker as he gazed at her.
"Lets go," she said, straightening to look at the two men.
They didn't ask any questions, showing who was in charge in this operation. They simply got back in the van, and, once she was inside, drove off.
For a few moments, there was no reaction, and then the boy screamed.

Rebecca was almost to the door when she heard a scream, making her drop her bags again and turn around. She spotted a boy just screaming with tears streing down his face. Hesitantly, yet quickly, she hurried to his side,crouching next to him. "Hey, hey, hey.... Calm down.. Um.." she said softly, laying a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder, unsure of what to do.

Mrs. Frsoy heard the scream and in an instant was up and outside. She to crouched in front of the boy, a calm and harmless lookj on her face. "Hey... Don't scream... Everything is fine... Sh..." she spoke soft and in a soothing tone. She gently rubbed the boy's back, noticing the girl move to kneeling on her knees. She bit her lip slightly before looking at the boy again. "Now tell me... Why are you screaming and crying..?" she asked, mooing and wiping away the boy's tears, almost in a motherly way.

Candy and Izzy got to the school escorted by some staff from the insane asylum in their big white van with padded walls. Just like my old cell. Candy thought, as she stepped out of the van, the straight jacked pinning her hands from doing anything dangerous. Her sister Izzy and a few doctors started undoing the straps and unlocking it.

The first thing Izzy noticed when she got out of the van was a boy with tears streaking his face and a girl and a woman trying to comfort him.
"Isabelle," one of the doctors said, "help us free you'r sister."
"Keep her away from me!" Candy screamed, kicking her legs about wildly, "Get away!!"
Once the jacket was off her, she looked at the large school. "This sucks." She muttered, "I'd rather stay in my cell." But when she turned to go back into the van, it was gone.
"Come on." Izzy demanded, pulling Candy's arm.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she shrieked.

Raphael couldn't stop sopping, but the moment the first girl touched him, he seemed to colapse, clinging to her. It would have been impossible for him to see her, but he seemed to be unable to let go. His sobs became less but he looked obviously distressed and through his tear he gulped down the words, "I... want.... to.... go.... home.....!"
he problem was that he'd wound himself up so much that he was struggling to stop crying, though the tears were ceasing.
He didn't understand where he was, or why he was here, or what he had done to deserve this. Had he been bad? Why had she left him here? Had he failed the tests? He could try harder.
But she'd put him here and gone
"I.... I...." he struggled to speak through gaping sobs.

Mrs. Frost frowned sympathetically. The boy was just homesick. She looked ip A's she heard more screaming, seeing two more arrivals and sighed. She looked at the girl whom the boy was clinging to. "Do you mind..?" she asked softly, but stood up before the girl could answer. She walked over to the two other girls slowly. "Ladies calm down... No reason to scream... Your sister was just going to take you inside, correct?" she spoke calmly, her face straight. She snooker out her skirt slightly. "The school is not that bad, you know.."

Rebecca bit her lip and nodded to the woman. She looked back down at the boy in her arms, her overly warm hands pushing the hair out of his face. "We all want to go home.. Ronan extent.." she said simply, sitting up more. She was here for having low control of her powers and abilities, but what about this boy in her arms? What did he do? And what about the other two girls? She blew her bangs out of her wyes A's she tried to keep control over herself to calm the boy down completely, gently rubbing his back.

Izzy looked at the woman and smiled, "You must be Mrs. Frost." she said, "I'm Isabelle, you can call me Izzy, and this is my younger sister, Candy. She doesn't trust me." Izzy lowered her voice, "she hears voices, we just came here from the asylum that we've been staying in."

Candy walked over to the woman, just pulling the straight jacket off her and holding it under her arm, "so, where is my room?" she asked, smiling politely, but before the woman could answer, she noticed the boy again and walked over to him.
"Hi, my name's Candy, what's your's?" she asked him, putting her free arm around him, and smiling.

Izzy looked at Candy, and then back to Mrs. Frost, "Candy is a little...different, I'd recommend keeping an eye on her, she's very unpredictable. I see you're a vampire, I am also, I hope we'll get to know each other this year, I've never met anyone like myself."

Raphael seemed to be loosing steam. A child can only cry for so long. He eyes were red and swollen, and he kept a firm grasp on Rebecca, though of course he didn't know her name. He didn't like this. He didn't even understand where he was. All he knew was what she'd told him to remember but not say.
"When can I go home?" he whispered, but he wasn't sure if anyone heard him. He felt exhausted, which was normal for him.
Raphael, better known as Wrath where he had come from, was 13, but in his size and mannerisms it was easy to mistake him for much younger. He didn't look like he'd hit puberty yet. Like a child, Wraph easily wore himself down, getting over excited and also getting over emotional. He had yet to learn how to use his energy productively.
He felt himself loosing grip on concious thought. Sleep claimed him.

Mrs. Frost smiled lightly and nodded, tucking some hair behid her ear before clasping her hands behind her back. "Why yes, I am Mrs. Frost. Pleasure to meet you Izzy and Candy." she said warmly. She watched A's Candy walked away toward Rebecca and Rapheal, noticing the boy was asleep.
"Don't worry about your sister, I can reassure you that I can keep everything under control." Mrs. Frost said A's she looked at Candy. She turned back to look at Izzy and smiled. "Yes, I noticed that A's well. Not A's many vampires come here though. I assure you the school is a good place for everyone though." she assured.

Rebecca kept her arms around Raphael as he fell asleep, still clutching on to her. She couldn't help but smile at the child. Such innocence, was something she alwas thought of when she saw a child sleeping, was still held by one so small. Her childhood was taken from her early. She looked up A's another girl came andsaid her name was Candy. "I'm Rebecca.." she said simply A's she stood up. She smiled lightly, holding the boy in her arms still.

As her parents car came to stop, Donna grabbed her suitcases and jumped out of the car. She could vaguely hear her mom yelling at her to try not to shift while here, and her dad yelling that everything will be okay, yada yada. She ignored them, they'd go away eventually. Walking into the building, she saw two girls who looked like they could be sisters, a girl holding a sleeping boy, and a woman who was probably the headmistress. She pasted on a smile and held out her hand. “Hi, my name is Donna Imperialli. I am a look-shifter. It's kinda like a shape-shifter, but I shift my looks, instead of my species. The reason I'm here is because I sometimes involuntarily shift, and/or get stuck in a shift.”

Miyako and Mizuki sat in their fathers old car as they pulled up to the school, Havenwood.'' Well Boys, we're here! I hope your ready!'' Said their overly excited father as he jumped out of the car and opened the door for his twin sons. The first to exit the car was Miyako, the older twin. he streached his arms and fixed his beenie before leaning back into the car and holding out a hand to his brother. Soon enough Mizuki grabbed Miyako's hand and slid out of the car yawning, his white fangs glistening.

Their father slowly walked over to the back of the car and opened the trunk of it. He pulled out both of the boys' bags and smiled.'' You guys packed to much! how are you ever going to get all this in a single room?'' he asked in a joking manner of tone. Miyako laughed at his father and alked over to him, pulling Mizuki with him. " Oh please dad at least we're not gunna cry when you leave us here, unlike some one who is gunna have to stop driving the car in order to cry.'' Miyako joked poking his fathers temple.

Mizuki smiled and gave a small laugh as his father and his twin began to play wrestle. He looked around at everyone he saw standing around. He saw two sisters, he guessed, a girl who was holding a boy who looked to be sleeping, and a older oman who was most likely a teacher or something in that catagorey. " Hey Mizu~Chan! Come give daddy a kiss!'' called his father in a childish tone. He turned to his dad and hugged him tightly and then let Miyako hug him.

Their dad got back into his car and the twins grabbed each others hand, holding tightly.'' Bye Dad!'' Called Mizuki.'' Yeah we love ya!'' Shouted Miyako, then he looked at Mizuki and smiled.'' Time for a new start Mizu!'' he gave his brother a quick hug and then turned to every one else who was around them.'' Hey every one!'' Miyako yelled as Mizuki gave a shy wave.

Candy heard the one boy and ran over to the other (Mizuki). "Hi," she said, blushing, "My name is Candace, you can call me Candy." She giggled, Candy was only here a few minutes and already had a crush. "What's you'r name?"

Izzy saw her sister run to the two boys and decided it best if she followed, she didn't want Candy electrocuting anybody on their first day. "Hi, my name is Izzy." she said to the boy that Candy wasn't talking to, "I'm Candy's older sister."

Candy growled at Izzy, "I don't need you babysitting me," she hissed, "remember, I'm not the onlyunstable one here."

Rebecca looked up A's she saw Candy run off toward two twin boys. She adjusted the boy in her arms. She didn't even know the boys nameand yet she felt the instinct to keep hold of him. She even ignored her bags heaped on the ground. She felt out of place. She was the odd one out, atleast in her mind. "Rebecca Draven, the freak among freaks..." she muttered to herself, chewing on her lip ring slightly. She looked back up A's she noticed everyone only a few feet away, now gathered in a group. She slowly walked up, not sure of what else to do. "Um.. Hi.." she said softly, looking down at her shoes.

Mrs. Frost smiled lightly A's she saw everyone startin to get to know eachother, and nothing had really fone that wrong yet, compare to other years. She fixed her hair slightly before walking up to the group. "Wrll, I see you are all gettin to know eachother.. Why don't you bring your things up to your rooms, and get to talk in the dining hall while I wait for any other arrivals..?" she offered warmly. She glanced at the girl holding the young boy and frowned slighty. "Would you like me to take him off your hands..?" she asked the girl.

Rebecca looked up at Mrs. Frost and shook her head. "Its fine... I can just take him to his room then come back for my bags..." she said softly, looking down again, blowing the hair out of her eyes before kickog one foot against the other.

Mrs. Frost nodded. "Whatever you say dear... You are all free to go inside though.. Unpack later maybe..?" she smiled softly, fixing her hair in an attempt to cover the scar on her face.

Candy growled at Mrs. Frost, she wanted to stay and get to know that boy. She looked over at her metal suitcase, haha now I get to practice my powers, show them all that I have a handle on it, and maybe I can go back to my old padded cell. She focused with all her mind on the suitcase, suddenly, there were sparks popping on it, she focused on the energy waves flowing all around it the atoms, everything, and willed it upward, suddenly the case began to float, it was glowing with electricity. Candy smiled at her success, and began to walk to her room, her suitcase floating obediently behind her.

Izzy rolled her eyes at her sister, such a show off. she thought to herself.She looked at the boy and said, "see you at the mess hall," and she picked up her bag and walked to her room, watching Candy's bag closely, waiting for her sister to screw up.

Mrs. Frost sighed A's she watched Candy use her powers to take her bag inside. She would let it slide for now, although latershe would explain they were to not use their abilities unless in class under her strict supervision. Shaking her head lightly, she looked bak at the group. "That boy, I remember his name is Raphael, is in the green room, Miss Rebecca.." she told the girl holding the young sleeping boy.

Rebecca nodded, looking down at Rapael, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her pale pink lips. She didn't know what it was, this boy she didn't even know made her smile. He just did. She looked up from the boy in her arms to the other girl and twin boys who she was standing with, before quickly looking down again. She didn't know what to say or do, so she just stood there, waiting for them to do something.

Crimson sighed getting out of the passenger side offer mothers car, her small nightmare before Christmas bag in hand. She glared at her mom who handed her a few bags. "it's for your own good honey you'll love it here....." her mother sighed reassuringly at her. "first off don't talk to me I'm mad at u secondly I'm not crazy insane a nutcase or whatever I don't belong here! She said annoyed walking away towards mrs. Frost". My name is crimson....crimson grey." she smiled at her despite her annoyed mood. Her black skinny jeans black veil brides shirt and combat boots suddenly felt heavier then usual. She was nervous for some odd reason. She looked around at the peoe scattered in front of her taking in their appearances.
She glanced at her mother who was flirting on the phone with her father. She rolled her eyes, that's all her mother had seemed to care about lately. Nothing but her father. She sometimes thought they were sending her to the skool just so they'd be alone.

Frederic stood just outside the door, watching the others as they were dropped off and met by Mrs. Frost. He watched them as a young boy was dropped off and immediately broke down. He watched as one of the girls went to comfort him. He watched as another used her powers to pick up her luggage as another rolled her eyes at the display. All the while he was thinking of just how annoying it all was. Why was he here? Why was he at this academy with these... people when he could have just as easily have been trained by his father? Or perhaps his mother? Either of them could have taught him, but no, they had to see to business while he was left to deal with these creatures.. Why couldn't they understand how much misery he had gone through here? These people, they annoyed him. So often they tried to act like they were better, but how could they be? He was obviously superior in every way. As for the training, it seemed as if he'd never have full control. As soon as he'd gotten control of one form of his abilities, another reared its ugly head, and back to square one! Would the training ever stop? Would he ever gain control of these powers that lept up at random. Or would he be stuck here forever? "Oh, gods, I hope not..." He said out loud as his fear passed through his mind.

There was also another car which contained someone, but it had been pulled up for a while and could easily have been for somewhere else. It wasn't though. The black car with the tinted windows held within it someone who was going to the school by choice, though it was only partially his own. In the car there was only two other occupants and one of those was the driver. No parents to see him off, no one to cry for him.
And thank goodness for that.
The boy in the back sat perfectly still, not so much ignoring those in the car as him as listening, very carefully. His hearing was impeccable and he liked to use it. It was like a pre-emptive strike.
"Mathder? said a voice, finally penetrating his thoughts.
He looked to the other in his car, the female opposite. She could be startlingly beautiful, or should could look completely bizarre. When you were an Igor, the scars were more for show, or where they had inherited something they could use. Igorina large eyes watched him, the left a vibrant green and the right a pale blue. Today she was blonde and beautiful, looking at her master with a worried expression. The one person who really hadn't wanted him to go.
"Can you get the parasol?" he said softly, giving her a small smile.
"Yeth, Mathder," she said, bowing her head and ducking from the car.
The funniest thing about Igors was that they could speak perfectly normally, but an Igor liked to speak such. It was the same as with the scars and, like most one, walking with a limp. None of this need be, but an Igor felt it good for business. Besides, as far as scars went, an Igor would never perform something on someone else when they weren't willing to do it on themselves first. Transplants of every kind, Igors were the best surgeons in in the world. If you had an Igor as a servant, you were never wanting.
He felt bad for her, for Igorina, or as he liked to call her Eyes, had been his servant since he'd become a vampire. It was bizzare at first, this young pretty thing that could change her appearance and calling him master. It had taken time to get used to it, but he saw her as an extension of himself. That, and he actually cared for her. He'd promised that he'd ask if she could join him as his servant and if not, he promised to put a good word in for her as a possible student. An Igor lived to serve and him leaving would tear her in two.
The door opened and the parasol appeared, casting a neat shadow outside, into which he stepped. Igorina had made herself just slightly taller than him today, and kept perfect pace with him to keep him in the shade.
Miles, who's actually name was Miliardo, retrieved his one bag from the boot of the car and made his way over the road to the school.
"Funny little place this, don't you think?" he said.
"Yeth, Mathder," she said. "But are you thur you don't with to come home?"
"I...."
He paused at the abandoned bags on the floor. He could smell their owner on them. There was one predominant smell on them, but when it entered the school it was mixed more with another.
Yes, he thought. She was speaking of carrying a boy.
Carefully he picked up the other bags. They were light enough, especially to a vampire
"Pleathe allow me, Mathder," said Eyes, putting a hand out.
"I'm fine," he said. "We'll follow the trail and then see if we can find someone in charge, okay?"
"Thank you, Mathder," she said.
Once they were within the shadow of the school, Eyes neatly folded up the parasol and followed Miles. After all, he had the senses.
The trails all overlapped, but it was easy enough to follow one. It would have been even if 1000 people had been through here.
"The Head of this place," said Miles.
"Thees themale, Mathder" said Eyes. "Mitheth Frothd."
He nodded. He never needed to ask where Eyes got her information. These days he knew to trust her.

Violet exited a cab while wearing an Evanescence T-Shirt, an opened black and purple sweater with black skinny jeans with purple low top converse. She took her luggage out of the trunk with her guitar on her back. She hoped nobody stared at her so she kept on looking down as she walked quickly. Violet didn't know where she was going so she was just walking around. She stopped walking when she started to think about what happened that got her into this place. Just thinking about it almost made Violet burn the handles to the suitcases. Violet started to look around for her room. She didn't like the fact that she had to share a room with a complete stranger but at least she can come out of her mute stage. Violet looked around for the violet room. She sighed then she took a break and waited for someone to pass her by in the hallways. She started to think where it might be after she put her glasses on so her vision could be clearer. Violet got back up. She ran around then opened the door to outside. She started to get confused so she walked around. Then she tripped. Violet didn't see who tripped her so she murmured a spell to reverse her fall. She looked around and sighed. Violet picked her stuff up and continued to walk.

"Violet room, violet room, violet room." Candy murmured under her breath, trying to find her room. She saw a girl (Violet), but walked right past her, still reciting the room that she was in, her bag still following close behind her, sparking with electricity. She turned a corner and saw an empty room with purple walls, "this must be it." she whispered, "no padded walls, man, this is different."

Izzy wandered through the hallway, green room, orange room, violet room, "Ugh, where is the blue room?" She growled, but then, she passed a room, the door was closed, but a sign on it read, Rebecca Draven and Isabelle Anderson. "I guess I found it." She said, pushing open the door, it creaked as it moved and she walked into the room. Setting her bags down on the ground, she plopped down on the bed and decided to practice her shadow power before her roommate came. She focused on the shadows and willed them to dance across the room. Her hands were surrounded by dark clouds, and she laughed, I'm getting better at this. she thought as the shadows danced wildly like drunken jesters.

Frederic sighed as he picked up his black bag and walked inside the building after a couple of the others. He didn't want this, no one but the insane would want this. Stuck with these people in a mansion secluded from the rest of the world. "What I wouldn't give to be back in civilization..." He said aloud as he made his way through the mansion, hoping to reach his room before any of the others decided to grace him with their presence. Of course, he'd have to meet his room mate eventually... Apparently he was stuck in the Orange room staying with another boy who he had not yet been introduced to... Another annoying thing about this school, you never knew who you'd be stuck with for the duration.. He could only hope that it was someone quiet.. Frederic sighed again as he stood outside his room, staring at the door. He gripped the doorknob tightly, trying hard to force himself to open the door, all while feeling that if he did, the true realization of this misery would rear its head once more. "Come on.. come on.." He said to himself as he turned the doorknob slowly, electricity pulsing through his arm as his heart beat faster. "Just a little farther.. Just a step.." He said to himself as he pushed the door open, revealing to him the orange painted room.. "Oh gods.." He mumbled as the reality of being stuck here truly came crashing down.

Rebecca just stood there among the girl and twin boys awkwardly. She hadn't said a word to either of them. Clearing her throat, she quietly excused herself from their presence. A's she was walking, she kept her eyes down, and bumped into a girl with a Black Veil Brides tee shirt (Crimson) . Quickly looking up, she smiled softly, adjusting the by in her arms. "Sorry..." se apologized, glancing down before back up at the girl. "Um, I like your shirt.. Great taste in music I see.." she said before mentally kicking herself. Today of all days had to be the day she suddenly felt shy.

Mrs. Frost looked up A's more arrivals came, ahe smiled at the girls, an turned when she heard voices approving her. She smiled softly at the boy, the raised an eyebrow at the sight of Ignorina. She had never had someone take their Igor or Igorina to the academey before. She also noticed how they boy was carrying another student (Rebecca's) bags. "May I help you..?" she asked with a smie, motioning to her office if the boy wished for privacy to talk. "You also font have to carry another student's bags.."

Candy dropped her mental connection with the suitcase and it fell to the ground with a loud bang. She took out her computer and other technology and set them on the desk in the room, plugging them all in. She sat down and began typing wildly on the computer. "If I can hack into the school's database, then I can see what they are all about, and what they know about me." She squinted at the screen, it showed many different things about different schools, Havenwood, Havenwood, aha! She moved the cursor and clicked on the school website. Information for Mrs. Frost. Candy clicked on it, it asked for a password and username. "Is that all? Piece of cake!"

Izzy looked at the dancing shadows, but then, they began closing in around her, she was slipping into darkness. "No!" Izzy whispered, but then she was lost.

Miles paused as the woman addressed him, and carefully put the bags down to extend a hand.
"Miliardo Tudyk," he said, a small smile on his lips. "Do I have the pleasure of acquainting Mrs Frost?"
He was charming, but not slimy. His voice said that he was well brought up and this speech was normal for him.
"Forgive me," he said, stepping sideways and gesturing to Igorina. "This is my maid, Eyes."
"A plethure I'm thure," said Eyes, giving a curtsey and lower her gaze a little.
"I was just going to return them," he said, gesturing to the bags. "I believe I saw the young lady carrying a small boy? It's not a problem. I don't have much myself."
He lifted them with ease, as if trying to demonstrate that there was no need to worry.
"We, that is Eyes and I, wanted to speak to you if you have a moment," said Miles, "but I should probably return these first. Could I come to your office in just a moment?"
"Would you like me to take them, Mathder?" said Eyes, but he shook his head.
"You can take mine," he said, gesturing to the remaining bag. "I believe it's the Orange Room. Then, once they're in the room, come back here."
"Yes, Mathder," she said, curtseying and then walking off. Unlike other Igors, Eyes didn't have a limp.
"Shall we meet you in your office?" said Miles, looking back to Mrs Frost. "It shouldn't take me a moment to return these.

Eyes wandered down the hall, looking this way and that. Students past, many giving her a funny look, but she didn't take much notice. Her only interest was taking the bag to Miles' room.
She found it shortly, smiling a little as they used his full name on the door. She didn't even look at the second name, because not for one moment did she think her master would be sharing. So when she opened the door to see another boy there, she was quite taken aback. She gave a startled cry and quickly backed out of the room, her cheek burning scarlet and breathing heavily. She'd walked into a room where someone was stood without knocking! It was so shameful.
She looked to the name plate again and looked even more distressed. It was another boy's room. She'd walked into another's room without announcing herself.
She stood outside, unsure what to do. Ideally she should return to her master and wait until he entered, but he had told her to come back when they were in. What was she to do? She couldn't disobey.
She knocked softly, keeping her head bowed, half hoping the boy within wouldn't hear her.

Mrs. Frost smiled warmly at Miles and Eyes, shaking Miles' hand gently. "It is a great pleasure to meet you both.." she said cheerfully, watching A's Eyes walked away with Miles' bag. She turned bak to look at Miles with her hazel eyes and nodded once. "Yes, the girl is still outside, hard to miss her I'm sure.." she said A's she glanced out the open front door. Taking the key out from the simple gold chain around her neck she smiled again. "My office will be open for when you come back inside.." she said in a polite and warm manner. She gave Miles one last smile before turnin on her black heels and unlocking the door to her office.
((ugh..... Writer's block!!!! XP so sorry))