The Truth (HELPER!!!)

[Phae]

There was something wrong with her professor and she didn't like it. He was always so happy and alert. Someone that no matter what happened nothing got him down a smile on his face and his hands all over whatever body part he could manage to grab hold of. Yet now, crestfallen as she had never seen him before she was indeed worried.

When he had left the office after she had said something to trigger such an even she felt truly bad for the first time in a long time. Not only had his face fallen because of her but it seemed that there was a look in his eye that told her there was something deeper. Phaedra was one girl that had a big heart. A touch and sarcastic but hyper personality but she had a heart the size of the world and it had been triggered. So after stopping him from leaving the school without being his happy cheerful self she had gone one step further. Jun would probably kill her later but it was something she had to do.

Still holding his hand in her only entwining their fingers now she led him down one of the back hallways. A large wooden door was where she stopped and she pulled him inside the room. Inside was the classroom he had taught her in some time ago and she led him to the front to his desk where she sat up ontop of it. Gently she let go of his hand after giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You know. It looks like you might like someone to confide in and if you want, I would like to be that person. I could be like a counselor, whatever is said between us stays between just us and I would never tell anyone. But to see you hurt, when I'm always used to seeing you so happy well, it hurts me too. So pleased, Professor, confide in me would you?" she asked softly.

Her hands came down on the edges of his desk and gripped it softly. She sat there her legs out of her skirt swinging softly as she looked down her deep silken red hair falling over her shoulders.

"Maybe.. if you want.. we can share problems. Lord knows I have my own issues that I can't seem to work past on my own." she said softly with a smirk. It was true some things not even Junpei was having luck fixing for her.

[The Helper]

"..Call Me Ellis."

Theme Song: Max Payne Theme

Memories. They teach you, make you learn from the past, allow you to live a richer, fuller life, and look forward to the future. But some memories are not as fruitful. People have been known to be haunted by their memories, trying to run away from their pasts.. eventually, developing masks to hide behind, become someone different, someone who doesn't have those hurts and pains... so that, at least you hide from everyone else how much you've been hiding. ..Because.. at one point... the tears have to stop. Then blood replaces it, until its all dry. And to be so saddened.. you become the bane of humanity, and are forced with a charge: Either destroy yourself, or become that which you hate, and live on, bitterly, behind the mask of security and lies.. sealing away your true self forever, in the ice.

Winklewood walked away, suprised, shaken.. ashamed of allowing his mask to crack, for even a second.. resolving to next time, 'grope first, ask questions later'. A grip..---He whirled around to see.. "..Miss Weiss...." "Don't.. don't be alone. Don't run away.. if I said something that hurt your feelings I'm sorry. Please.. I just.. " she closed her eyes for a moment. Suprised at this.. Winklewood stopped, one eye's brow raising, but a very monotonic expression on his face, the smile.. still not there. But his eyes.. curious. Looking away, an instant later. "..It's alright.. you just reminded me of some paperwork I needed to do." he lied.. rather badly. He looked away.. all he could ever see, when he looked at Phae.. was 'her' face. It was so obvious he was averting his eyes from her, taking to looking at the scenery, outside a window. ---"Would you.. confide in me, Professor?" His face turned to her.. and for the first time.. there was a sense light of hope in his eyes. Not some sort of, 'Okay.. looks like I got me a date-rape!'. No.. no... not right now. He couldn't be that sort of Winklewood.. but, he said nothing. Just nodded. Unaware of the fact that she was still holding his hand.. gripping it harder, without even knowing it himself.

They walked. Winklewood let her lead on.. not really caring, at the moment where he was headed. Just trying to sort himself, clear his mind, almost falling to his side, when she suddenly pulled him inside a classroom. Strangely.. it was his classroom. His legs sort of kept him up, despite his half-awake, half-asleep state of mind that he was lodging in and out of, noting of a reassuring squeeze, before Miss Weiss took him to the front, and sat on his desk. "You know. It looks like you might like someone to confide in, and if you want, I would like to be that person. I could be like a counselor, whatever is said between us stays between just us and I would never tell anyone. But to see you hurt, when I'm always used to seeing you so happy, well, it hurts me too. So please, Professor, confide in me would you?" she asked softly. Eyes.. glazing over her.. he shrugged slightly. But.. soon, her own head went south, gripping along the edge of the table. It seemed to awaken Winklewood a little bit, readjusting his standing. Something was up. "Maybe.. if you want.. we can share problems. Lord knows I have my own issues that I can't seem to work past on my own." she said softly with a smirk.

"..You're terrible at hiding your feelings, Miss Weiss."

His old tune. More lighthearted. Striding to the back of his classroom, leaving for a bit, he slowly poured in some coffee mix, muttered something in an undertone, making a rope of water pool down into the coffee maker, and started cooking it. Looked as though they both needed it. But, the smile that he took on himself.. quickly fell away. She'd already seen the crack. And he'd been bottling it up for over a decade now.. eh.. his life was already a rollar coaster. Why not? "..Sure. You can go first, if you want.." he said, striding over to one of the front desks, laying down on the rather sturdy table, leaning his head on the seat's padding, looking up from her.. then looking upward.. but he sprang off it.. walking.. to her.

Sitting next to her.. he looked at the coffee maker, still somewhat averting his eyes. "..But, since I'm not teaching you right now.."

Ellis D. Winklewood turned around.. looking at her. Not Mr. 'Pervy'wood. His real self.

"..Call me Ellis."

[Phae]

"..You're terrible at hiding your feelings, Miss Weiss."

She chuckled softly and nodded as she looked up at him. He was right. She never was good at hiding her emotions. Junpei told her that her eyes gave her away. But right now she wasn't even trying to hide anything. She was letting her guard down letting him see who she really was. The self conscious girl that had lost trust in so much in life.

"Never have been. I suppose that's a weakness, or some might call it a strength. I'm unsure but regardless, you're right." she said softly.


He got up and left the room going into the back and making some coffee. She sat there waiting for him. Because they were really here for him and not her. She didn't mind at all she loved helping people and even helping Winklewood would be better than not doing anything at all and wondering what would happen to him when he was alone. He came back and lay down on a desk close by and told her she could go first.

"Cheater." she chuckled. "No, because by the time we hash through all my issues a week will have gone by and you'll have skirted out of telling me yours. So please, you first."

He then seemed to bolt from the desk and came up to her. He sat down next to her and looked at her. She locked eyes with him and smiled as he told her that she could call him Ellis. She smiled and nodded.

"Allright, Ellis. Please call me Phae, since were on these terms now. And please, tell me what it is that bothers you." she said softly as she looked up into his eyes with a reasurring smile.

[The Helper]

Margaret

Theme Song: Max Payne Theme

"Cheater." She chuckled. "No, because by the time we hash through all my issues a week will have gone by and you'll have skirted out of telling me yours. So please, you first." It was worth a shot. Shrugging, he moved on over. "Allright, Ellis. Please call me Phae, since were on these terms now. And please, tell me what it is that bothers you." she said softly as she looked up into his eyes with a reasurring smile. But.. he found that he himself was unable to return the smile. Ellis looked away again. "..It's funny... there was no reason to grope you in particular. But, I seemed to have found you a lot, when I went on, acting like an ass, putting up those shows." Looking back at the coffee maker rather thoughtfully, he muttered a little something more, and watched it turn off, muttering again, and again, and again.. until the pot had moved over to them, escorted by two mugs, and poured coffee into both of them, before floating on back to its spot. Magic was handy that way. Taking up his cup, he reached back at his desk, and scooped in some cream, and two spoonfuls of sugar, mixing, and put the mug to his side. Truth be told, he wasn't altogether looking forward to this.

"..Time to cut the bullshit, I guess? Pity.. it was so much fun.." he said, livening up for only a moment, taking the mug in his right hand, and taking it up to his face, taking in two swallows of the rather cheap coffee. It got the job done, and that was all that mattered. Putting it back down, he sighed a little. "..Right then.." he said, slowly to himself, as if trying to find a way to explain himself without making yet another dull, stereotypical sob story. "I was born in Italy, a little farm, but, never got to find out where it was, was never that curious, seeing as how my parents and little sister were wiped out during the Secret Civil War by warlocks, demons, and even the Order, my home becoming a bit of a shoot-out. I was in my crib.. stray magicks hitting my house, evidentally, killing everyone but myself. Never had a time to weep over it.. but The Order came to what remained, and rescued me." There was a strange smile on his face, as he slowly turned his head to look at Phae.

"..Yea. The Order raised me. Ironic, looking back on it now.."

"There, I learned to hate all things magical, taught how God thought how all things magical were vulgar, and a blasphemy to his name, was taught how to use blades and armor, to fight magic, and to resist it, and was raised to become a priest. By the age of twenty, my mind had sharpened quite a bit.. and I became 'Father Winklewood', in the Vatican city of Rome." he said, almost fondly, his eyes aimed towards the ceiling, remembering powerful anti-magical rallies, the feeling of being part of a team that cared for one another.. a good time, in which, he had a true cause to work for. But it dimmed quickly, and he looked down towards the floor.. his hands also at the edges of the desk.. gripping it rather gently. "..Of course, that's the year that was the greatest one of my life.. preceding the very worst one, I know of, so far."

For another moment, there was just a dreary silence. Emotions running in and out, but never.. never had he shown himself to be this serious with anyone.As if to dispel it, Ellis went to his mug, taking another drink, pausing thoughtfully, staring ahead.. the question at his lips, forming, so as how to begin what he felt.. when he looked at her.

"..Phae... as a woman... have you ever commited the secret taboo of loving someone you shouldn't.. as more then just as a friend?"

He smiled, as if knowing, looking out the window.. pointing with his mug to it, across her, pointing at the nature.. "..Of all creatures, humans are the only ones we know of who fight against their 'set' paths, allowing for free will, whether the consequences be good or evil.. for example.. being Junpei's girlfriend (Forgive me, I looked up the student profiles on my computer of all the people who took my classes..).. have you ever loved someone else, aside from your boyfriend? Someone you know you shouldn't have.. but did anyways, because.. your heart felt incomplete?"

Not just a hypothethical question.. he didn't seem to mean anything by it. In truth.. I don't. I don't expect you to understand.. after all... who, among those you have loved.. has died for your sake?

[Phae]

It was weird to say the least to be talking with her professor so casually. But Phae found it to her liking. Truth was when Winklewood took down his Pervywood attitude he was a very nice man. Someone that she would like to get to know a bit better if given the time and the option. He whispered something beneath his breath and two coffee mugs filled themselves with water and coffee and floated over to them. She smiled softly in that way that she had about her and gently took her mug from the air placing both her hands around it and sipping it gently. She made a face and added sugar and cream before she took another sip. It was swallowable (word?).

He told her that he had to get past shooting the breeze and get down to business. She kept her warm coffee in her hands as he began to tell a extremely condensed version of his life. She nodded softly as he began and she listened to every word he told her. Every word made a difference in the way that she looked at the man that sat next to her. He was gaining respect in so many ways that he had never had with her before. His crazy antics had indeed prevented her from giving him the respect that she was now realizing he so aptly deserved.

His family had died while he was only in the crib. And she leaned against him softly showing her support as much as she could. She didn't want to hold his hand, it was holding coffee anyway, but she wanted to support him and so leaning against him she did just this. She closed her eyes as she listened and sipped her coffee every once in a while but her attention never once left his. This was his time to speak and she was letting him speak away.

When he asked her that question she froze. That alone gave him the answer but she would still answer it herself. Because, he deserved to know and it was one of the things she needed to get off her chest anyway. Love had come and gone only twice in her life and both of them hurt her deeply. It was hard sometimes to think about what she gave up to be with someone else. Yet, she had been forced to make a decision and thus she had made one albeit harder than anyone would have ever guessed.

"I have. I think.. you knew that before you asked though. I.. have loved someone else." she whispered softly as she opened her eyes and stared out over the room that they were in.

He mentioned Junpei and she smirked softly. She loved that man, with everything she had. But it was the sad truth that he wasn't the only one. True she had given up one to be with the other had been forced to make a decision and she was standing by it. But inside it still hurt. Hurt that she had been forced to break her best friend's heart.

"But, I think.. that you too have loved someone you shouldn't have, else you wouldn't have asked. Please go on." she said softly as she remained leaning against him. She hoped that he didn't mind but together they were comforting each other in their own way.

[The Helper]

~Le frutta di Amore Vietato~

"I have. I think.. you knew that before you asked though. I.. have loved someone else. But, I think.. that you too have loved someone you shouldn't have, else you wouldn't have asked. Please go on." she whispered softly as she opened her eyes and stared out over the room that they were in. Somewhat shocked.. he abruptly closed his mouth. Her voice sounded as pained as his own, if not worse. So suddenly embarrassed was he, that he almost fell over from shock, when Phae leaned on him. ..She was warm. Very warm. Save for physical features... she was exactly like her.. like that one girl. The nun.

Memories flashed in his head, as his mind blanked, the various events going through at such a brilliant rate, he froze, trying to keep up. The many hours of sword practice... ...the pounds upon pounds of weight and stone that they bore onto his body, make him stronger... ...forcing him interrogate and kill wizards and magicians.. ...breaking them, being forced to learn how to resist spells or dies... opting for a more peaceful life as a Priest... meeting that nun that changed their lives forever..

...All with a forelong glance.

"..MARGARET!"

The crash of a mug.

The clattering of the pieces of the refined pieces of what came to be splinters of mug and coffee onto the floor woke Ellis with a gasp. Breathing hard... it took him a while.. regaining focus.. he stopped, and suddenly peered strangely at Phae. "..I-I'm... sorry. I didn't know.. that.. uh... probably triggered something personal in you.. because I just had the strangest thing happen to me.. but, that.. doesn't really matter right now, I guess." Shaking his head, he muttered something incoherent, and the pieces of mug and coffee began floating off the ground, slowly becoming transparent.. until they disappeared altogether.

Just like his heart had, long ago.

Smiling weakly.. he felt tempted to lean his head on her shoulder, but, that'd be overstepping a boundary... but.. right now.. God... no warmth.. no human contact, save groping... And that was pathetic and low. She'd slap him, kick him in the balls, lopped them off.. if only she saw what sort of person he'd reduced himself down to. He shuddered inwardly. "..Really.. I am sorry. But.. your personality.. your words... you remind me so much of this woman I used to know, who was in my covenant. She was a nun.. kind, gentle.. a heart as large as your own." he said, smiling to himself, a little laugh given through his nose. But his eyes became so lost, staring in front of him.. reliving it.. yes.. "..I just barked out her name earlier, didn't I?" Feelings.. filling his eyes..

"..I became a priest to avoid doing.. terrible things... such terrible things to magic users like yourself."

Taboo. Forbidden. He'd broken the code, she'd paid the price.

"..I loved her. But, I never made love to her... I never wanted to soil her.. her perfect soul, with my lowly farmer-roughed hands, my uncouth touch. We just.. glanced at each other, sat next to each other, read verses out loud to each other by a tree. The other pastors saw this and grew suspicious. One day.. I... decided to rebel against the teachings... I kissed her. She kissed back."

He smiled, eyes empty.

"..They made me kill her."

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"..For though the Lord keep me and comfort me.. I thank thee Father, our lord, every day.. every day for sending Father Winklewood to help bring faith to the masses anew. Amen" She said, opening her blue eyes, careful lips smiling shyly, letting it brighten the day. A wind blew through the tree branches, in the meadow, where the sunflowers were growing beautifully, wild roses to be found in patches.. A testament to God's grace. "Amen. Thank you, Sister Margaret." Said Ellis.. smiling. A warm day.. it was comforting to the body, to the soul. As he looked at the nun, in her full outfit, he himself, in white robes. But.. from the way they looked at each other.. one could already tell that there were Godly inspired.. 'feelings'.. between these two. A nun and a priest. Taboo. "..Thank you.. for everything.." "..Father..!" A kiss. He'd pulled back the bonnet, revealing the long, golden hair.. right hand shyly placed at her cheek.. as he kissed her.. from so many months of pent up feelings.. and what was more.. she kissed back. It was innocent. Neither of them.. knowing what was to go beyond this, both raised in innocence..[/i]

"FATHER WINKLEWOOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" came a raging roar, from across the meadow. Breaking the kiss, Winklewood looked up.. in time to see three Crusaders rushing at him, their swords drawn, armor gleaming.. "..NO! AWAY! AWAY! LEAVE US BE!" he roared... drawing his sword, Margaret hiding tentatively.. The crusaders encircling them.. with Alastor, his huge crossbow.. aimed.. directly at her. He fired.

"..NO!"

She fell. In slow motion.. Margaret fell.. the arrow impaled into her shoulder.. as she screamed.. slowly.. Rushing at Alastor, blade poised, he roared in rage.. "DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU, YOU ALMOST KILLED HER!" "..And you'll administer the finishing blow, unless you yourself wish to take her place. She's a witch. Her whole history... involved in the affairs of WIZARDS, FATHER WINKLEWOOD.." he rallied back, holding his metal cross bow to catch the descending blade, one of the crusaders rushing up behind him.. Ellis turning around, blade still caught, just in time to see the crusader deliever such a forceful blow onto his back.. he too fell.

..A witch... that was why. Not just a mere kiss. But because... she was a witch.

"..H-Have him kill me... and prove that he is loyal! I care not for myself... do not harm him!"

He stared at the soil around him.. Why would they kill him, though? "..Alastor.. what the hell.. is.. going... on...?" came the priest.. trying to struggle to his feet. One of the crusaders moved to knock him down again, but Alastor shook his head.. the crusader knocking him down. A twist of events.. Alastor walked up to Ellis... "...Well.. you're no different, it seems... we've... recently uncovered some books from the site from where you were found. Your parents were affiliated with Arcane Academy. But.. the witch does bring up a good point... both of you have shown good loyalty, thus far... and, from what we've seen, killing the other would redeem both sinful souls. What say you? Save your woman's soul, and yours?" "..I..." Both.. he and the girl were made to look at each other. Margaret nodded.. Tears formed on Ellis's face. Because.. he was so weak.. a sword put into his hand..

"..Do it. Redeem her soul. Redeem yourself. Make our Lord proud."

...And no matter how many tears fell from his face... it was because he knew this was wrong...

"...Forgive me...[/i]

..Sobbing...

...Knowing that his soul would never feel whole again...

"...I love you.. Ellis.

Both crying.. Ellis sobbing... doing this.. because he was so weak.. because he knew not what else to do. The teachings of God were his life.. and he was a Priest.. and she was a nun. Was this truly what God had intended to be?

"And I.. you, Margaret."

The blade came, and the ground was soiled with innocence.

Both fell.

One with blood, with peace, knowing that she had ensured the survival of her beloved...

...The other, soul gone, hope lost... vomiting, seeing red.. unable to cast out the evils in himself that he planted there for the rest of his life.

...And then all was silent.

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Done telling the tale, he looked down... drips of water falling down his face.. already having long made the floor spotted with tears, before he even finished telling the story. "..I... I... God.. I... d-don't... k-know... know.. why... why in God's... name.. why in God's name... I did it.. I... GOD!.. Forgivemeforgivemeforgivemeforgiveme... God... forgivemeforgiveme... give me rest..." Gripping the knees of his jeans, his hands gripping it, as if wanting to tear himself apart.. upheavels of crys now echoing from the man... and that was how Winklewood of Arcane Academy was born.

Seeking out his family's nature of knowledge, their specialty.... delving out of the covenant, into research across the world.. seeking for the answer that would rid him of his pain... but naught would he say.. until he mastered himself again..

His head... his left arm... gripping around Phae's back, his face buried into her shoulder... gripping her tightly... weeping... weeping...

Weeping...

To cry until there are no more tears.

To cry until there is nothing but blood left.

To cry out the blood until there is nothing left.

And you are dry.

[Phae]

It seemed that silence ensued between them after her confession. Perhaps he hadn't thought that she would tell him that. That perhaps in her life the only person she had ever loved was Junpei. And in truth it might have been except for certain difficulties and bumps in hers and Jun's relationship. Many times it seemed destined to fail but each time they perservered and came out on top. Like now, currently they were happy yet she was always wary.. wary of another abandonment. Issues was something she hadn't come to the academy with but had gained while here. For many students it was the other way around. Here is where they came to get away from all their troubles not to find them. But Phaedra had also found so many happy times here. She was greatly changed from the happy girl that had first come to the academy all those six months ago.

Suddenly her thoughts were shattered when he suddenly screamed a name. 'Margaret' and then his cup shattered on the floor. He suddenly seemed to gasp and she blushed. Did he know. Of course he didn't. He couldnt could he. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. He said that he reminded him of the girl.. the girl named Margaret. He couldn't know because if he did he would think it more than a coincidence. Margaret. Did he not know her middle name? Marguerite. French for? Margaret. She smiled softly as she sat there next to him leaning against him still. She swallowed softly as he began to speak a bit more. Saying that Phae's personality and heart were like the woman that he loved so many years before. Not that Ellis was indeed old but she could only assume that it was at least a year or two earlier.

He began to speak of loving but never making love to her. His Margaret. She took his 'farm roughened' hand in her own entwining their fingers together. Her thumb ran over the back of his hand. He told how they read versus to each other and she smiled softly. She could picture that as oddly as it sounded. But soon he told her that he had kissed her but they had been caught and then.. then he had been forced to kill her. A tear slid down Phaedra's cheek as she thought about having to do that to someone. The mere thought of it makde her shudder softly. She didn't want anyone to have to do that and to think this teacher, the one everyone thought was either weird or deranged actually seemed to have a background that was as heart wrenching as most.

It was then he began to recount the story to her. She closed her eyes knowing the end it would have but it seemed so happy carefree and innocent at the beginning. So sweet. Love found. Even though forbidden it was found and yet he had been forced to go against her. By the end of the story Phae was crying. Definatly crying her tears splashing down on her skirt as she held his hand to her chest. It had moved there at some point in time during the story. It wasn't an intimate move it was a move to show him how touched she was of this story. She carressed his hand gently with both of hers now as she finally looked up at him. He began to ask for forgiveness and then he hugged her tightly. She put her arms around him and gently ran one of her hands through his hair stroking it gently.

"Oh Ellis. I'm so sorry. I never knew." she whispered softly as she kissed his hair gently trying to give him any semblance of comfort. She held him there because she didn't want to let him go. "I know I cannot imagine what it is you are going through or have gone through for surely now my own issues pale in comparisson."

"But you know what I think?" she asked his softly not pulling back but instead she pulled him a bit closer instead and her thumb still ran through his hair stroking it softly. "I think that as lovers you both made the ultimate sacrifice. Because though you didn't die that day you sacrificed this.."

She placed one of her hands on his heart gently for a moment. She ran her fingertips across it for a moment before she put her arm back around him.

"I think you both died that day. Even though your body lives on your heart is gone. I see that now. I see the true Ellis and do you know something? I like him. He is the sweet caring man that I always knew was hidden in there somewhere. I'm glad to have met him, and to have met you." she said softly. "Because though your life is not what it should be.. filled with the warmth that she had given you, you should at least live FOR her. Because according to your story she gave herself so that the man she loved would live. And I know.. I know that I would do the very same. Given the option I would give up my life so that Jun or .. the people I love could live on. To be happy, to find another, to live that life they so deserve. Because.. never forget that you sacrificed for each other. She her life but you .. your heart. Together the ultimate sacrifice was given and I believe that is honorable. But Ellis, you have to live. Live for her because you know the moment you go up to heaven upon your death if she's anything like me at all she's going to chew you up one side and down the other for being so silly. Live for her Ellis." she said softly still holding her to him. Holding her and stroking his hair trying to be of any help and feeling like she was failing.

Problem was. She always failed.

[The Helper]

Ellis D. Winklewood: Signs of Things To Come

"Live for her Ellis."

She leaned up, close to him, close to him, making him feel warmth in his body. But, his eyes didn't meet. "..Ultimate sacrifice..." A whisper. Quietly, he smiled. No. SHE had made the ultimate sacrifice. Not him. Not yet.. But, without even his own knowing, his hand crept onto hers. She'd touched his heart. Tried to cheer him up. A smile crept onto his face. It was the thought that counted. And it was doing more then she perhaps thought possible. For a while.. he forgot the fact that she was his student, and leaned onto her shoulder... his right hand gripping her hand. It reminded him a lot.. the touch. Felt like her. "..Thanks Phae."

But his eyes darkened after that.. as he looked back at the empty room. How many times he had attempted his own suicide after that. How he left the brotherhood, left the Vatican, left Rome.. in search of an answer. In search of a way.. to revive his Margaret. The truth of how ugly it had become, how he dove into magic, trying to learn all techniques, to get more powerful, by any means neccesary.. forced to do the worst of things to get all the powers he had today.. how he had learned so rapidly a dozen library's worth of magicks in less then a decade.. and how the headmaster himself had found him.. took him in. Let him meet the other three teachers.

..The beginning of the 'THAT' group of four eccentric teachers and methods.

..Methods...

Oh yea, that's right.

"..Miss Weiss..." he groaned somewhat reluctantly, in his.. 'normal' voice..

"..In five minutes, I'm going to grope you to uphold my reputation, and I expect a proper slap. But right now.. could you just bear with me..?"