Sam looked on as the head master turned and walked off the dais and behind the back drop, Porter stood up and cleared his throat.
“Ah! Yes indeed. Very rousing I'm sure. hmm..anyhow. We have successfully brought online for the first time the new communication bracelets! Hmm... yes indeed. Very impressive. They are erm.. in theory meant to replace your pass cards and such, think of them as a tablet, mobile phone and pass card all in one. So as you leave please let the administration pass them out as you exit the assembly room! Yes indeed, No need to rush. There's plenty to go round.
Sam pushed forward as she saw Porter leaving the dais.
“Porter!”
Sam grimaced as she pushed against the crowd.
“Porter!!”
She saw him approaching the exit rear of the small stage and the rage in her blossomed! “Too many dam people! For fucks sake he's getting away!” She felt her rage blossom inside her, making it feel like she was about to burst!
“OI! PORTER!!”
Silence...
Sam gulped as she saw everyone in the assembly hall freeze what they were doing and turn in her direction.
“Ah bollocks.”
She muttered to herself.
she saw Porter turn and look in her direction and the crowd of onlookers seemed to part for her as she made her way to him.
“Ah miss Holden. Am I correct in thinking you wanted a word?” Porter lifted an eyebrow as
Sam simultaneously ducked her head and nodded at the same time. Her face flushed as she apologised.
“Yes sorry about that Porter, only I really needed to speak to you and erm.. well sorry.”
Porter nodded. “Well no matter you have my attention now so what was it that was so imperative you speak to me?”
Sam looked back into the assembly room and saw the majority of the students going back to queueing for the new fangled bracelets. She sighed in relief, then nodded.
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“Mixed sex cabins. is it essential we... I have to share with two blokes? I mean they have been perfect gentlemen, it's not them. It's definitely me, can I have my own room? Or share with a bunch of girls?” she shuddered at the thought of that, but surely it would be better than waking up to Edward's naked, heaving, glistening muscular chest every morning. She put a hand over her face and rubbed at her cheeks, trying to hide the crimson flush on her face. “Oh lord, Fuck my life.” She looked up at Porter, “So can you do anything?”
“Hmm, oh dear.. are you sure? I mean they were picked specifically for their compatibility to you after all. hmm yes indeed. Cream of the crop and all that.”
Sam looked agog at the man. “They're what?”
Porter took a step and grimaced.
“Oh, that hasn't helped at all! Hmm.. indeed, made matters worse even. Oh dear, right. Follow me miss Holden, time for some clarification. Hmm.. yes indeed, a bit early maybe, but can't be helped, oh no, not at all no...”
Sam looked on as Porter walked away mumbling to himself and then balled her fists and ran after him. What the hell was going on? Picked specifically for her? Cream of the crop? Well that alone couldn't be right, it had been one nightmare after another and she had barely been here 24 hours!
Porter stopped abruptly and opened a door to what appeared to be an identical interrogation room like the one troll had dragged her to.
He sat down and smiled as he gestured for her to take the other seat. Something in Sam always seemed to want to refuse it, but Porter wasn't slapping her in irons or interrogating her, if anything it was going to be the other way round. So she plonked herself down on the seat.
“Right fess up Porter. What the hells going on?” Demanded Sam as she sat down. She was determined to be the one leading this conversation, not the other way round.
“Hmm.. yes indeed. I can tell you're anxious for clarification. And so I must hmm.. yes definitely, explain “What the hells going on.”
“You miss Holden, when you were tested as a new born were found to have the richest genetic coding out of your entire generation ah.. yes indeed. Many, many generations actually. Hmm. rare find indeed. It appears that after many centuries of decline, magic is finally starting to seep slowly back into the populace. Many think it is societies obsession with the occult. From Hitler and his henchmen's search for any means to obtain more power, to the modern day infatuation with vampires and witches and such like. Belief is on the increase! And it is not hounded out of society as in the past. No indeed not, actually the reverse. It is this belief that is powering the lay lines around the world and it is seeping back into the blood. The cull of magical blood lines from the witch trials centuries back is being replenished. And you miss Holden, hold more potential power in your genes than almost half of your generation combined! Hmm. Indeed. Most promising. Oh yes.”
Sam just sat there.
“Fuck me.”
“Indeed. Well, maybe not. But a treasure for sure. So whilst we tried not to interfere with your mundane life, only doing what we could to ensure no nasty accidents befell you and keeping prying eyes from seeing your potential. But when you turned 16? Oh my yes now that is a different story. Indeed, Completely different. We are after all your guardians for the next 5 years.