Mystic High ✓

MH │31

What exactly did she do with the cards in any case? Wasn't this one of those psychic readings she had seen many times on telly? They spread the cards out in a layout or sequentially and told your future cryptically. Unless she had assumed wrong...

"What?" She slapped Oriane lightly on her knee, drawing her attention. "No questions?"

"Erm..." she began. Would it be rude to ask how she would be proceeding?

Before she said more, Marian interjected, "Out of these cards, six are going to be chosen for you and then we'll hear what the Moon Goddess has to say. Sometimes, the Horned One comes around too. We'll see."

However, before they could begin the spread, there was a knock on the door.

Marian sighed exasperatedly, "What is it now?" Her sharp eyes glared at the sound. Though, without further adieu, she pushed herself off the couch in a sluggish manner and reached for the knob. From where Oriane sat, she couldn't see who it was since Marian opened the door narrowly. "Yes?" she had asked, her tone indicated her annoyance.

Hushed words whispered from beyond the room and then Marian's hand gestured for her to come next to her. "Anna, someone's here for you." Uneasiness was apparent in the way she never once looked away from whoever it was.

She rose slowly, instinct telling her to tread carefully though Oriane couldn't possibly imagine what could be the matter that had someone knocking on Marian's door. Also, how did they know to find her here and not up in her room?

How unsettling. Though she supposed she couldn't expect any less. Every time she encountered the unanticipated, she found she needed a reminder that this was a school full of magicks.

There was a fae male standing in the hallway, wearing a plain grey robe that draped over his shoulders and reached the floor. The sleeves were thick and covered his hands that were folded in front of his abdomen. There was no hood that covered his majestic features: the pointed ears, tall nose, the elegant curve of his lips, and his gleaming bronze eyes that reflected everything he saw unnaturally. The male was beautiful in an uncanny statuesque manner.

"Miss Moore," he greeted. When he spoke, his voice came out breathlessly, as if he strained to use his vocal cords. "I am Prefect Liafaren. I was told to retrieve you if you would please follow."

Oriane didn't miss the command in his tone, even in that breathy voice of his. It was a statement, not a request.

At that, Marian reached out and clasped her hand in warning, silently conveying to her the perceived danger. She ought to be very wary and should refuse. Something was clearly amiss. She needn't the full agenda to deduce that.

Though what else is she to do? Refuse the order and who knows what the consequences are. Nobody in this bloody school cared for her safety. Especially not Uilliam or any of the staff.

She had quickly learned that this college business was a façade for the bored supernatural. Everyone was out for themselves and only themselves. The only way to survive was to form alliances or something. She was indeed lucky that Marian and Charlotte had accepted her into their group so unconditionally.

Behind them, Charlotte's bedroom door opened with a click. Probably because she too sensed danger.

Breaths came short as Oriane fully came to accept the dire situation. Shakily, she nodded once. It was her feet that moved and guided to back to the living area to retrieve her bag. She looked up to see Charlotte staring alarmedly at her, also silently warning her to be cautious with a slight shake of her head.

She blinked once in acknowledgement.

Meanwhile, Marian watched the fae vigilantly. Her hand squeezed the door tightly until her knuckles glowed white.