Jack finished up his round of questions with Rochelle, trying to move things along to get her out of his office before she began crying in earnest. Once the questions were over, he shook her hand firmly and asked whether or not she had a ride home for the evening. “Oh, yes,” Rochelle said, blowing her nose loudly in the same tissue she had had clenched in her fist this entire meeting. “Shelby, my neighbor, is waiting for me outside.”
At this moment, Howleen leapt in front of Valentine, swiping her hand forward and scratching Clawd’s face, drawing blood. Clawd gasped, backing away in shock. They all fell silent, then Howleen turned to her sister and pushed her in the chest. “Go away!” Howleen snapped.
Charlotte stared at her, then kept pacing. “I have to talk to someone, you’re the only one who might understand. We’re about the same age aren’t we? We’re both from the north, and really that is much more than I have in common with anyone else around here.” Jeanne looked around again.
Instead of immediately speaking once again, she gave a heavy sigh and looked down at her feet. She was never the type to stay silent. “Are you alright?” Leopold asked as though he didn’t already know the answer. Truth be told, she didn’t have to speak up; he knew that she was upset about leaving their father, confused as to why they even had to leave, amongst other woes that may or may not have been of importance.
" Ah Esmeral..Good to see you again." "Nice to see you too Flurious" She said dully as she was not happy that he was upsetting Moltor. "Please do take care of my dear brother, we don 't want his liar to explode especially with that temper of his."
Albina cursed and grabbed for the iron rod which was kept on the couch. Hitting it repeatedly on the wall, all she could think of was her husband’s letters telling her of the danger which awaited all of them soon. “Go get Ferdi and Everard.” She kicked the wall again and the plaster came tumbling down, revealing a worn out wooden closet.
“I’ve got other students to greet, continue on into the main building and Lucilia will help you” Cain watched as she slid between the two of them and back towards the entrance. A new line of carts and carriages had begun to arrive. Cain let out the breath that he had been holding in and looked over at his sister who was smirking at him. “And my name is Headmistress Anri, not bitch!” she called out to them.
“The girl was running. Running for her life, in the hope of finding a safe haven for her and her family. She never looks back, the only indication her father was still behind her was his ragged breathing above her head, forming puffs of air in this cold morning. She suddenly stumbles on a root, but her mother secures her fall with a small wisp of air.