The first half of the day passed by rather quickly. When the bell for lunch rang I wasn’t thinking so much about eating. I was curious as to what these elite students were supposed to be like. It really was just that though, a vague curiosity. The idea that the card was a threat of some kind was more interesting though, mainly because well, what were they supposed to be threatening me with exactly? Callias said that almost no one gets in through scholarship, so maybe I’m considered a threat to their academic standing? If that was the case though, you’d think they would make that clearer so I would know they wanted me to try less on tests or something. Maybe I just don’t understand things in this school that others find obvious. That would actually explain a few things if that were the case honestly.

I got caught up in my thoughts and almost passed by the corner where that poster of the club was hanging before. I remembered the room number from when I saw the flyer last time but figured double checking wasn’t a bad idea. However when I got there, it was gone. I tried to sift through my memories just to make sure I wasn’t mixing up where it was with another place in the school, but no, this was definitely it. In the place where that poster once was, a different flyer hung. It was for an art club of some kind. So much for me double checking if the number I was remembering was correct. I’ll have to just trust my memory.

I left that corner of the hall and made my way down the rows of classrooms, scanning the numbers as I went. The halls were sparsely busy since it was lunch, most people were probably either outside or in the cafeteria if I had to guess. As I walked I came to a hall that led to one single door. It was larger than most of the doors, reminding me a bit of the dean’s door. The number on the door looked like the right one. I turned the doorknob and it was unlocked. That surprised me, I thought they would definitely have it looked since this club seemed to be a private one.

I pushed the door open and was initially blinded by the bright light coming in from the floor to ceiling windows that were a running theme in this school, in this case though all three walls were essentially windows. My eyes adjusted to the bright light and I saw five people in the center of the room, four of them were seated in some velvet red victorian style chairs which were lined with gold detailing on the exposed wooden parts not covered with fabric. In the centre there was an antique looking tea table with elaborate carvings decorating it’s legs and it’s border. There were massive heavy looking red curtains that matched the chairs hanging along the walls, framing all the windows. There was a tea set in the centre of the table with pastries stacked onto a silver platter. Only two cups had been poured. It kind of felt like I had just walked into a vampire layer.

Huh, I don't know what I was expecting, but I can say I wasn't entirely expecting to recognize some of the people that would be there. Conar, the dean’s son, was there. Honestly I wasn’t that surprised with his presence, if anything it made sense from the brief interaction I had with him the other day. However Callias’ presence was unexpected. I had only met them for the first time earlier today but still. Especially the way they talked about this place to me earlier it definitely didn’t give me the impression that they were a part of this club of all things. Granted they were standing next to one of the windows, seeming a little more separate from the others that were sitting. Maybe I’d ask about it in more detail later, for now there was still three others there who I still hadn’t met.

The most imposing person of the people that were there was the one whose seat was facing in my direction in the centre of the room, right between everyone else. They had long black hair which reached their lap as they sat there with there legs crossed. They held a teacup in their hands, sipping from it with their piercing eyes seeming to examine me up and down. They gave off an air of impenetrable confidence to which no one else in this room seemed to be able to compare. Her skin though seemed like the kind of pail you might expect from a vampire. This setting really suited her.

To her right there was a girl with long blond hair that was only marginally shorter than hers. It was half done up into a braid that crowned her. She was pale as-well but she had a rosiness to her complexion that the other did not. She had the kind of blue eyes that you would notice, even from this far. She sneaked a few glances at me. When my eyes caught hers though she would look away timidly before either going back to fidgeting with her hands or looking at the black haired girl.

Finally, sitting to the left of her was a guy with dark black hair, it was short and fell somewhere between curly and wavy. His skin was a warm brown and his eyes, though I could not tell the color, how dark they were struck me. His build was also larger than you might expect for someone our age. Even without him standing I could tell he was proportional tall. Looking at all of them together like this, made them seem like a band of some kind.

I took out the card in my pocket and flipped it up to show it to them, holding it between my index and middle finger before tossing it onto the tea table with a flick of my wrist.

“So, what’s this about then?” Conar seemed irritated by my question, or maybe it was the way that I asked it so casually, who knows? I can hear heartbeats, not thoughts. Callias didn’t seem to be paying much attention to me, they were another person in this school it was hard to read. It was starting to seem like a running theme.

“I suppose you could call it a test Mister Eros.” The black haired girl said in a smooth voice accompanied by an accent I wasn’t familiar with. As she spoke she placing her tea cup down on the table in a calm kind of way, the teacup clinking against the coaster softly. “Why don’t you take a seat? Let’s chat.” She gestured to one of the sofas next to her. I looked at it, deciding whether or not I should before just gaining the mindset of sure, why not, I have nothing to lose.

I sat down on the sofa, there being one seat space between me and the big guy. I could see in my peripheral vision that he was staring, even without being able to see that though, I’m sure I would have been able to feel his gaze searing into my skin. Did I have something on my face? “Good boy, so obedient.” Well that, I didn’t like. She had a sadistic kind of grin on her lips as she said it too. “Now, we’re just a bit curious about you is all so if you don’t mind, what got you interested in this school exactly?” Somehow, this felt like a trap of some kind. But I couldn’t put my finger on which part was making it feel like that the most.

“I didn’t really choose this school, I was just out of options.” She blinked and raised a brow before laughing shortly. Apparently I had said something funny. She took in a breath, letting out a faint hum as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee, and her chin in her palm.

“You are an odd one. Fascinating.” I didn’t really give any reaction to her words.

“I’m really not that interesting.” I say plainly. I didn’t really care what she thought of me but having someone watching me a bit to closely can only be bad. I don’t need to get caught doing something I shouldn’t be able to do by her. Especially her, she in particular made me think of what Callias had said to me earlier. Maybe this person is why Callias said that to me in the first place?

“Oh don’t say that, it’s so very rare that I discover something interesting.” ‘Something’ that’s a choice of words for a person.

“Right, but um, who are you again?” I figured changing the subject and gaining their names would be killing two bird with one stone.

“You don’t know who we are?” She sounded surprised, though I don’t know why since we had definitely never met before.

“No, should I?” I wasn’t sure what she was trying to get at. She laughed shortly again, her gaze going toward the blond. She leaned oddly close to her, and the girl’s cheeks flared up with a rosy hue. Her thumbs fidgeting with one another and her eyes were cast down.

“It seems he must live under a rock, wouldn’t you say?” I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes, she wasn’t being subtle with her enjoyment of teasing the blond. Though I could tell she definitely wasn’t trying to be subtle about it to begin with anyway.

“Y…yeah…” her answer was reluctant and getting it out seemed like a struggle all on it’s own. Why was I even here again? Ah right, my curiosity.