15 - Blood, sweat, and sparring

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"If you don't concentrate on what you are doing, then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking"-Alfred Tennyson

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"If you don't concentrate on what you are doing, then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking"
-Alfred Tennyson

Together they stood in the rickety elevator of the Institute. Lisa had never trusted it; she had once been trapped in the cabin for half an hour. She had rammed the doors, tried to pull them open. Since that day she felt like the elevator wasn't fond of her. The doors opened with a squeak, Marianne was waiting for them in the hallway with Lotte and Maxim next to her. The little girl ran to Jonathan.

"Did you bring me food?" She pulled on Jonathan's shirt and Anna took the two buns out of her coat.  

"I have an egg sandwich for Lot and one with cheese for Max." She gave them to her brother and sister, who ran away together. Sometimes they got along so well, but sometimes they were like fire and ice. Lisa wondered if she would ever understand how siblings work. Arthur and Olivia looked a little lost, Arthur scratched his curly hair, and Olivia examined her bitten nails.

"So, I have your test results." Marianne was wearing her reading glasses - in the same orange color as her hair - which made her look slightly older, she was examining a piece of paper. "Jonathan," she stepped closer to her son, "you scored well on average for all the subjects but languages." Even though she was whispering, Lisa was sure everyone could hear her.

Jonathan swallowed noticeably. "But Mom." He scratched his head, looking for an excuse. "Can't you-"

"No." Marianne was very strict when it came to teaching. "You'll have to get a tutor, which won't be me, since I already have enough on my plate with Lot, Max, Olivia, and Arthur." Arthur wanted to protest, but Olivia stopped him. Somehow Jonathan seemed relieved that he would no longer be taught by his mother.

"Who will teach me then? You haven't hired another substitute teacher, have you? The previous one had nearly decapitated Anna-"

"No, you will tutor each other." Marianne looked at her and Anna. "Lisa, you will tutor Jonathan in Latin," Lisa nodded, she could handle that, "and you will be tutored by Jonathan on the hand-to-hand fights. You failed that subject, otherwise good grades." She swallowed, she had foreseen that, since Anna had accidentally knocked her out during the exam.

"Why me?" Jonathan crossed his arms.

"Because you had the best grades on it," Marianne said sternly, turning to Anna now. "Great job as always, but I think you could score even better for demonology." Anna nodded and all three received a piece of paper with their scores.

"Man, this feels like a parent-teacher conference," Arthur grumbled. Unfortunately, Marianne had heard that comment.

"That reminds me, I'm going to test you both as well. Since I got no information from the Academy."

"You mean, right now?" Olivia asked incredulously. "But we haven't prepared anything at all."

"You'll do fine, you've seen everything at the Academy, haven't you?" Arthur and Olivia exchanged glances and opened their mouths, but Marianne cut them off. "Let's go to the training room, you guys start too?" she said with a sideways glance at them, Anna nodded. Lisa peeked at Anna's score for Latin on her slip of paper, and then at hers. Unbelievable. Arthur and Olivia were still protesting behind Marianne's back and Lisa quickly caught up with them.

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