Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Charles flicked through the textbook he was holding before slamming it back down on the desk. He wanted to do his homework, but he didn't want to. There was too much on his mind, or maybe it was just too much of snogging Tshering. It was probably the second, because his mind felt numb.

He looked at the parchment in front of him and began to write.

Laetitia had been watching Charles for the past few weeks, as odd as it sounded. (Then again, in her head, he was her apprentice.) She was worried about him. Ever since his father was dead - which was, as received by her, delightful - he had been a little distant, but he still seemed rather cheery in class, or perhaps that was just her imagination.

She walked over to him, sitting down on the chair next to him. "Hello," she greeted.

Charles looked up and smiled when he realized he was talking to Professor Bellamy. Usually, he called her 'Lae' because she told him to, but sometimes he would still call her 'Professor Bellamy' or 'Laetitia.' He sometimes thought of her as his second mother.

"Lae!" he announced, putting his book down. "How are you?"

Lae laughed, staring at the young boy with a slight pride that didn't come to her very often. Perhaps it was just the joy he saw seeing her that made her smile, which was usually nonexistent. Yeah, that was it. That was definitely it.

"I'm alright," she replied, a cordial smile on her face, "I trust your Christmas vacation was good?"