"Well, then, class," Grigori cleared his throat, "it's a new year, and if you're here, then it is your final year at Brimstone Prep. Welcome to advanced human requirements where you'll learn how to hide yourselves amongst humans, Paladin evasion, and..."
His words trailed off as my attention settled on a boy across the room, the same boy who held the door open for me. I watched him, studying his face for any sign of familiarity. He had short, tousled, brown hair with soft blue eyes. It was a softness that was uncommon with the demonic, so perhaps he was a human who had sold his soul, or his family did it for him. Those were the worst. He was seated erect and alert, watching the professor, undoubtedly eager to learn.
Something about him piqued my interest as he wrote notes down in the journal before him. He was so elegant and proper, the look of someone who was refined. Yet, my senses told me that he acted out of a sense of duty and not because he wanted to be at this school.
His eyes slid over to mine as I shifted my gaze to the front of the class. I could feel my cheeks burning, a feeling I had not too often felt. I heard him snicker under his breath as he noticed my abrupt movements. Clenching my teeth, I looked down at my notebook, pen in hand.
"Students, I have a wonderful announcement to make," Professor Grigori relayed, capturing my attention once more. "We have an exchange student studying with us this year. He's come all the way from England. Tell us a little about yourself, your parents, and why you're here."
"Oh, um," the student rose from his seat timidly. I got the idea that crowds were not his forte. "My name is Gabriel Melchom. My family hails from Canewdon in England. We were invited to join Brimstone this year as we come from a long line of witches."
"Ah, very interesting. So you've committed your soul to our Lord?" Professor Grigori inquired.
"No, sir," Gabriel continued with more confidence in his voice. "I did not. My family did."
And there it was. It was so evident to me. Another unfortunate victim because my father was a greedy, selfish devil. It never ceased to amaze me how truly evil my father could be. Of course, no one was precisely innocent to him, which was why all those broken contracts that occurred during the time of Christ bothered him so much. Now he could only get his hands on those who were genuinely willing to accept him. It was too bad that curse fell upon the entire family line.
"Uh, well, shall we move on then," the professor stuttered, shocked at the bold response.
I glanced over at Gabriel, who had opened his book to the assigned reading. With a sideways grin, I picked up my pen and started to take notes. I couldn't help but be a little impressed at his gall toward the professor. Not many people would speak up to Grigori that way. He'd fit in with the others perfectly fine, especially being from a line of revered witches. The ones already here would love to have him in their ranks, at least for a time. As for me, I couldn't be bothered.
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