Mystic High ✓

MH │2

In the previous chapter: Oriane was taken from her home to Diana Mist College. Chapter ended before she met the Chancellor.

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CHAPTER TWO

Do not speak unless spoken to.

God, which era had she landed in. Was she about to enter into a courtroom?

Oriane felt a little dizzy now that the initial shock had worn off slightly and the Ambassador' droning gone from distracting her.

Oriane smoothed down her lacy blouse and tucked on her skinny denim pair of jeans that had creases making her leg itch.

She felt out of place in this gaudy room.

She stepped in front of a beautiful mirror on the wall to fix her hair. She didn't do anything fancy to it earlier. She had only worn one of her favourite headbands. The one with a huge white lily moulded on it. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was kempt enough.

She also went to explore the bookshelf erected to her left. There were a few porcelain tea cups and artefacts she had absolutely no clue what it could be placed ornamentally next to the books. It was stacked full with books supposedly written by people who knew about all this magickal business. Most were about the politics of elementals, some about the theory and scientific studies on magick, and some general history books about all magickal creatures. Lovely. Oriane touched her finger to one of the texts, 'Druidic Elements'.

"A complete curation of Druidic culture and practices in the Iron Age, including translations of Druidic written accounts and historical documentation," suddenly a voice boomed from behind her. "Did you know we, the immortals, had managed to seize all Druidic documentation for ourselves? Their experimentation of the magicks truly sped up our society by a million years against the mortals."

Oriane gasped and flipped around.

A bald older man in his late forties in a magnificent dark-blue robe stood at the door opposite from the one she came in through. The robe had got to be made of velvet, with hundreds of golden stars sewn onto it. He had a kind smile on his face greeting her. His small eyes were expressive and his cheeks were plump.

"I apologise. I didn't mean to-"

"It's quite alright now, Miss Moore. Nothing wrong to be a little inquisitive at your age," he assured. "I am quite keen to meet the young lady who had been announced to me by... erm... Well, I'd like to welcome you to the college! Why don't you come into my office?"

Oriane nodded, "Thank you." And slipped into the office with the old man, presumably the Chancellor. She thought the Chancellor was not a finicky man at all.

She spied a woman, wide-eyed, staring between her and the Chancellor who was sitting behind a huge desk. The desk was piled full with papers everywhere. At least three coffee mugs sat amongst the paper work. Her dark brunette hair was tied up behind her in a tight bun.

She adjusted the spectacles sitting on the bridge of her nose as she recovered and rose from her seat.

"It's alright Miss Palmer, no need to fret," directed the Chancellor.

Miss Palmer gave both of them a curt nod, before rushing down the end of a left-curving corridor to a glass door and opened it for the two. As they passed her, the Chancellor told her to prepare 'Miss Moore's' class schedule and living arrangements. She scurried away quickly.

Oriane was surprised how modern and sleek the whole place looked. She had half suspected a college being in the middle of nowhere to look like it jumped out of the medieval period – like most of the buildings in England.