Faustus's Extraordinary New Student, chapter 1

A/N: This was a collaborative fic between Rebecca Butler and FausMaus, at her request. Initially, Freya's surname was Hawthorne, but we realised there's already a character named Hawthorne in the CAOS 'verse, so I have changed it to Hew. I chose Hew because one of Freya's faceclaims is Eve Hewson. Her other faceclaims are Lana Del Rey and Katie McGrath; Eve Hewson was added later because, when watching Behind Her Eyes, I got mad Freya vibes from the flasbhacks.

I understand that Faustus is a power-hungry misogynist in canon. I chose to deviate from that presentation in order to make the love story between Freya and him work.

We look forward to experiencing any feedback you have to offer. Thank you for your time. *bows*

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August 27th

Freya Hew was a quiet, friendly, gentle young woman who life had not been necessarily kind to. Everyone knew the Hew name and either hated her for it, due to her father and his excess in magic and power or wanted to be her friend. Whatever the reason, she kept to herself and buried herself in her studies, just hoping to get through a new school year. This school was going to be like any other she had been to, and she had been to at least two in her lifetime. Having been kicked out of their last coven because of her father, and his illegal practices in magic, they were lucky when the Church of Night took them in, and she got to be enrolled into the Academy of Unseen Arts.

Her life, up till now, hadn't been a happy one. Born into a very rich, very powerful family, Freya, would think, would want for nothing in her life. Except compassion, warmth and even empathy. Her father was the leading wizard in his time, almost as powerful as the High Priest, himself and saw himself as his equal and not as a subordinate and that is what got him into the most trouble. His experiments on the young were often overlooked, until he started experimenting on the Higher Born’s children and that is what got them kicked out of their last Coven. Despising any type of weakness, Draven Hew was quick with his whip and his harsh tongue. Freya bared the scars of his tempers, which she hid with a type of magic. Her mother, on the other hand, was silent and distant. Uncaring and unfeeling. This…was the household the brilliant, young witch grew up in, so it was no surprise that her schools were the only places she felt safe. Away from her family. The only one she worried about leaving behind, was her brother, Amos. But all in due time, as soon he would start the Academy in two years’ time, and then they would both be safe.

Sitting near the back of the assembly and hoping to blend in, she settled back in her seat, awaiting for the High Priest to arrive and give the welcoming speeches. It was a tedious process but the sooner it was over, the sooner her parents would leave. She could feel them staring at her from where they sat behind her. She just hoped to get through it without them embarrassing her, as there was obviously no love lost between any of them. She glanced about and noted instantly who seemed to be new and who wasn't. Maybe this time, she could make some friends and she was interested in the schools Demonology and Herbology department. Settling even deeper in her chair, she sighed again. This was going to be a long day….

Father Faustus Blackwood knew better than to judge a promising young pupil by the missteps of their parents. He could see something in this one, something uncommon he couldn't quite put his finger on. She was beautiful, certainly, but that was of no consequence to him. Something about her seemed to exude a willingness to learn and a thirst to prove herself worthy of… what? Worthy of something he couldn't quite decipher. He sensed she would be very useful indeed, to the Dark Lord, of course.

He did not look directly at her, or any one student, as he gave the welcoming speech, but he would be lying to himself if he even attempted to deny that this intriguing young student and her peculiar circumstances were on his mind. She was not her parents. She was a different creature entirely, and she would be capable of great… service.

He would need to keep a close eye on her, without, of course, appearing to do so.

Freya had taken out a notebook and a pen, to take notes on the rules of the school and where everything was located, determined to get through this and head to her dorm. At least, that was the plan. Until HE walked into the room. The moment she lifted her eyes from her notes to see who the Dean was, she felt something within her snap awake. Drawn to his gaze like a moth to the flame, she even dropped her pen on the desk as she sat a little straighter to get a better look and to hear him better as well. She didn't mean to stare, but she couldn't tear her gaze away until he was done speaking and by that time, her parents were making their way over to him, dragging her along with them and were patiently waiting to greet him. "Thank you again, Father, for allowing us to transfer so late in the year." Her father began pleasantly, nodding to Father Blackwood as manners dictated before shoving Freya in front of them. "This is our eldest, Freya. She is in her last year this year and has done very well in her classes. I expect no less from her this year." Freya felt like a deer in the headlights and only barely managed to look up into the High Priests eyes to give a polite nod and a smile. "Father Blackwood." She said softly, but politely. She couldn't help but note….Faustus had dark eyes. Not exactly black, but not exactly brown either. They suited him. Strange, she had never noticed that about anyone else before and had to bite her lip to keep her thoughts from showing plainly on her face.

It wasn't him Freya was afraid of, or was it? She had never had such feelings run through her that seemed to be doing so now and at a rampant pace. It was all she could do to keep from blushing as thought after thought flashed through her mind. She didn't even hear the conversation between her parents and Faustus, such was her distraction. When they were done, her parents turned to her, gave her a stern look that said 'behave!' and they left. Normally, Freya would have been glad that they were gone, but they had at least provided some sort of distraction. Giving Faustus a polite albeit shy smile, she turned to gather her things but was unsure where exactly to go. Never had she felt so awkward before. "It was a pleasure, Father Blackwood." She managed to get out without her voice sounding soft or stuttering. Yay for her! "Nice to have met you and thank you, for accepting me again." So saying, she turned to leave, hoping her blush didn't show as she did so.

Father Blackwood did not like Draven Hew, but his position dictated he not let his personal feelings affect how he treated others.

"It is my pleasure to welcome such a promising student," he said coolly to Mr. Hew's thanks.

Miss Freya Hew was even more intriguing up-close. Usually, older students had a sense of self-assurance about them, but this witch seemed rather… shy? It would have been endearing if Father Blackwood had been the type to be endeared.

"Miss Hew, a moment of your time," he commanded after her parents had left. My, but they kept her on a tight leash. At the Academy of Unseen Arts, she would have the chance to blossom and flourish without their meddling, and he wished to impart that upon her for reasons unknown. "If you will follow me to my office."

Freya froze in step at hearing the High Priest's voice call her name. What had she done now? Turning, she nodded politely and sought to follow him. Keeping close to his side but always two steps behind, as she had been taught. For in her father’s house, women were subservient, and did as they were told. Draven did not see his children as children, merely pawns to be used when and if he chose to use them, for whatever purposes he designed. His children were to be always behaved and if not, the whip was an excellent source of punishment.

Now, Freya wasn't all mild and meek and shy. Oh no! She had a temper on her that would put the Dark Lord to shame, and she used it, mainly in the defence of her younger brother! Amos, she vowed, would never feel the brush of their father's lash. Ever! And she held to that over the years, incurring her father's wrath to her instead. It was only in new places, among new people, at first, that she was very much reserved.

Still, she followed silently, neither asking what it was he intended nor prattling away with mundane things like most her age would. She would find out, sooner rather than later, what Father Blackwood wanted with her.

When they arrived at his office, Father Blackwood gestured for her to take a seat as he sat behind his desk.

"Miss Hew, I took the liberty of reviewing your transcripts from your previous schools. You show promise." He emphasized this with a slight nod. "While you are attending the Academy of Unseen Arts, you must be aware that your parents' actions have no bearing on your ability to distinguish yourself here." By this he meant that he would not judge her by her father's transgressions. "However, you may work to restore honour to your family, if that is your wish. Now… I'd like you to tell me about your strongest subjects, what draws you to them, and what you wish to gain from your time here."

Freya sat in the chair indicated and listened as The High Priest spoke. She tried not to give a snort of derision, however, when he spoke of her parents and in a flare of temper and slight defiance, she spoke out, bitterly. "Then surely you do not know the will of my father….that man has an extremely long reach!" She paused, when she realized she had said that out loud instead of just thought it, as she had hoped to do. "Forgive me, I did not mean to say that out loud." Her words calmer, softer. The flare of temper gone, for the moment.

"Miss Hew," Father Blackwood said, just sternly enough to catch her attention, yet somehow softer than usual, "do you believe the will and reach of your father outstrip those of the Dark Lord whom we serve?" Yet he found her outburst interesting. This young lady had good manners and social etiquette, yet there was a fire within her. He could use that fire— or rather, he corrected himself, tend it for the Dark Lord's use. "If either peer or educator seeks to deny you opportunities based on your family's reputation, they will be… re-educated."

Hearing Father Blackwood ask Freya’s opinion on what it was she desired had her perk up a bit. No one had ever asked her that question before. She took a moment to think, before answering. "I was very good at Demonology and herbology in my old schools. They were the subjects I liked best." She paused again, to think about why.

"Herbology just came naturally, I guess." She paused and looked down a moment, knowing exactly why she was so good at it, but to tell that story would be to get a bit…personal. "My brother was born…early, and as such, he needed tending. Needed medicines that could only be made by one who was skilled enough to do so." She lifted her eyes back to Faustus and he could see that flare back in her eyes. "My parents surely weren't going to buy the medicines he needed so…I learned to make them, till he grew old enough and had no use for them anymore."

She caught herself delving into deeper territory now and went silent. There were many things people did not know about her family. Best kept that way…

"Demonology, I just liked. I like learning about the past, for it can help shape one’s future…if one has one, that is." The way she said it, sounded like she believed she didn't have one, a future, and that was extremely sad to hear.

From her words on her best subjects, Father Blackwood learned she was resourceful, protective, and— hmm, knew how to keep a secret.

The way she spoke touched something deep and long forgotten inside him, and he had to pause before responding. "Miss Hew, surely you're aware that the future is what one makes of it." He wanted to tell her the Dark Lord had no less use for her than any other student who walked through that door, but she had not directly indicated herself in that last statement; it would be inappropriate to reassure her personally and directly.

Her eyes raised to his at his chiding and she met and held his as she had been taught was proper. One always looked another in the eye when they were talking, except of course when it was not called for. "No…" She replied softly to his question. Her father had an extremely long reach, but she knew he wouldn't ever defy the Dark Lord. Her parents were faithful to HIM if to nothing else. "Yet…forgive me, again, High Priest, but he may seek to outstrip yours…when it comes to me. He did so in the last Coven we were in."

Which was true. Draven had yanked her right out of that school simply because she was getting to happy, making too many friends and not following along the path he had in mind for her. He cared not for her grades or her thoughts. She was nothing more than a pawn, to be sold to the highest bidder for his position alone. Though, hearing Father Blackwood's words gave her hope, she would not bet on them till she was sure, here, at least, she would be safe.

Hearing his words about the future gave her some hope, but hope was a beacon, and she was well past it by this point. All she could hope to do was graduate well and then be whatever it was her father had planned for her. "Not mine…" She started and stopped, going instantly silent. Dangerous waters they were stirring now, and she knew better then to speak out of turn of her Father. Now, she looked down again, and refused to meet those eyes that had so stirred her soul. Surely if she looked back at him, Faustus would see…see more then he was meant to, and that was dangerous.

Father Blackwood raised his eyebrows. He appreciated the warning; he could take countermeasures to prevent such a thing.

"We serve the same Dark Lord and thus, the same purpose," he said stoutly. "Only a fool buys into infighting." A mistake he had made in the past, but no longer.

He raised his eyebrows again as she dropped her eyes. "May the Dark Lord reveal your path," he said simply, putting subtle emphasis on those last two words. The message was clear: only the very most foolish of fathers would prevent his child from following a path set to them by he whom they served for selfish reasons.

He gave a slight nod to show she was dismissed, or else invite her to share any other concerns or desires she had regarding her education— and only her education, he thought, apropos of seemingly nothing.

"We hope you enjoy your time at the Academy of the Unseen Arts," he said solicitously.

Now, he had some digging to do. He knew Draven Hew by reputation, and looked into him briefly, just standard things. But if his daughter gave off such intense hostile energy regarding him, and thought he was a threat to a High Priest… Father Blackwood had to take care of himself, after all. He hadn't achieved this position through charm alone.

"My thanks, Father. May the Dark Lord bless your way…" Freya said as she was dismissed. Nodding slightly at Faustus before she gathered her things and left. The words she had used as she left, though, caught off-guard and she inwardly groaned. Such a greeting or used in such a way was for familiars only…and she was not that familiar with the High Priest. Damn her slip up! What was she thinking!?

Only, no time to dwell on such thoughts now as they were already said, as she turned to walk down the hallway to the dormitories. Classes did not start till tomorrow, so she had some down time to spend and after finding her bunk, and putting her things away neatly, she wandered back into the hallway to explore a bit.

It was a new place, with new people to meet, and she got some pretty interesting stares as she walked through the halls. She even heard whispers of her last name and gasps that followed after, and when she walked into the cafeteria, the noise didn't exactly stop but it lessened, considerably. Sighing, she grabbed an apple and walked right back out, looking about till she found the library.

Her eyes flying wide at such a space, she instantly started to browse the books. Some were old friends, others, were new and picking one, she found herself a seat tucked into a corner and dove into it. Time…for the moment, lost all meaning…

That was an interesting slip, Father Blackwood thought. He had heard such before, said flirtatiously by young witches and wizards trying to gain favour with their bodies. Yet it was simple to intuit that this maiden, this picture of decorum with a secret fire raging inside her, with talents both known and unknown to herself, did not intend it in a flirtatious way.

But onto other matters. His research took him down a rabbit hole of unpleasantness, and that was simply on paper. He also decided to listen to what others had to say about the 'new girl' and her family.

But he made it clear, at least to his staff, that she was not to be treated poorly because of the actions of her degenerate father.

The research Father Blackwood found was unwholesome more than unpleasant. Draven Hew had been a promising student himself, until he turned his focus to much on the darker arts of magic then the ones taught in actual school. He got himself kicked out of his first Coven when he was 24, for practices that went against the Covens code. Married young, to a beautiful witch, he soon sought to teach that wild, vivacious child her place. For he was 26 when he married and Lirea had been but 17. A child in every sense of the word.

Children came next, and Draven was uncaring in that department as he was in everything else. When Lirea lost her first two pregnancies, he grew enraged and threatened her with pain the likes she would have never felt before, if she did not give him a son, that she grew frightened of him and soon, withdrew her affections altogether. Only coupling when absolutely needful. Her body was not strong, like most witches and so, she really shouldn't have gotten pregnant at all, but Freya came first. A healthy, strong girl but a girl just the same and for that betrayal, Lirea was severely punished. When Amos finally came along, they had been kicked out of 4 Covens by that point, and Draven had made a name for himself in power as well as wealth.

He thought himself untouchable, for everyone bowed to his will! Even the Dark Lord, it seemed for HE did not seek to stop the madman's progression, and so if Draven came to believe that he was the Dark Lords equal, and as such, his attitude and whole demeanour changed yet again. Only once they were kicked out of the Coven of the Church of Darkness, did Draven slowly begin to realize his issues. There were but three Covens left in the whole of the United States and due to his reputation, two of them absolutely did not want him and his family! Only the Church of the House of Night, took them in and Draven had set up his eldest in Faustus's school. But he was always watchful…for his eldest would obey him, in all things…or woe be to her and those that sought to stop his will!

The teachers knew who Freya was and had nothing but good things to say about her though. A quiet, but brilliant student, she made high marks in each of her classes, and it was only getting yanked out of so many schools that had her so far behind in her years. Most witches had graduated by the time they were Freya's age.

The students, however, their whispers could be heard all over the school by this point! A Hew was in school! Some were interested in getting to know her, others flat out said that she was cursed and wouldn't go near her. Known only by her name, which was infamous by itself, the rumours flew…unbeknownst to Freya, who sat lost in her book. At peace, for once.

From his research, Father Blackwood saw that Draven Hew was someone needful to keep close tabs on.

He was pleased with what he heard from her teachers; it seemed that, academically, at least, this new student was getting on quite well with the others. The gossip of the students was petty and childish, as was perhaps to be expected.

Seeking now some peace and quiet, Father Blackwood made his way through the library. It was after hours by now; his research had indeed been intensive. He was surprised to find that he was not alone. Sitting in the stacks, looking as peaceful as could be, was none other than Miss Hew.

"You've missed supper," he commented, once he had come to stand beside her.

Pulled from her reading, at hearing a voice so nearby, Freya jumped slightly, and tilted her head up to find none other then the High Priest standing by her side. Looking around, she noted the time and also noted it was after hours. "Oh! Forgive me, Father. I lost all track of time." Her words were soft, as if expecting a rebuttal, or even a scolding.

"When I read, I lose track of everything but the story, I am afraid. It is my one solace…" She trailed off, wondering why she was sharing that with him?

Untangling herself from her position, she stretched a bit, before beginning to pick up her books to put away. Pausing to cast her eyes back to his. He had noted that she wasn't at supper? That was…interesting. But she shook her head and smirked slightly. "I am sorry. I shall endeavour to do better."

Father Blackwood nodded smartly. "See that you do. We cannot have you nodding off in the middle of class or doing shoddy spellwork due to hunger."

He was about to turn to go, but, he realized, he hadn't eaten, either. And it was after-hours, so everyone would be in their dormitories….

"Miss Hew, I must insist you come with me."

He led her to the cafeteria and produced for them a simple meal, something easy and filling that wouldn't keep her awake tonight.

"This story of yours," he began, "what was so immersive about it?"

Nodding, a soft, hidden smirk on her lips, Freya turned to put her books back, trying not to be smart. But such was not her nature at times. "No worries, there, Father….I am used, to functioning on the bare minimum. I promise, my work will not fail." A faint blush tinged her cheeks as she placed the last book back into its place, preparing to head to bed, when his commanding voice stopped her again.

Turning, she nodded and followed where he led. Two steps behind, as usual, and silent. When she saw he led her to the cafeteria, she chuckled softly under her breath and took the meal he offered her, following to sit together so she might eat.

This was highly unorthodox, but Freya found that she didn't care. She had been drawn to him like a moth to the flame since her eyes had met his, and yet, she knew it was forbidden, and fought such thoughts within her. Still, time with the High Priest was not to be squandered, but cherished.

She thought a moment, before she answered. "It's the story of Hecate, the Great Mother, and all her trials and tribulations. Not just her journey, but others as well. History, can teach us quite a bit if we know how to look and listen to what their stories teach."

She paused and took a bite of her food and smiled. "I like learning, and reading such legends gives me hope, that one day, I might make a life that is mine. Mine and no one else’s. Where no one decides what I can be, or what I can do…."

Here she trailed off again. Afraid she said to much, was to open. Talking about such things was pointless, for in the end, it was futile to hope.

Functioning on the bare minimum was not how one did one's best work, and talent could only take one so far, Father Blackwood thought, but did not say. There was something about this wo— this student. She cared about her grades, yes, but he sensed there was more than that at play.

She was obedient and unquestioning. Good. That was useful. Or at least, she knew when to pick her battles, which was equally useful.

"Yes," he said softly, approvingly. "That is the hope. I encourage you to continue reading such legends, Fre— Miss Hew. They are known to be quite… invigorating."

"They are, Father…but legends only for someone like me," Freya said with a soft sigh as she pushed her half empty plate away.

She was a Hew and there was nothing she could do to change that. Born and bred to be nothing short of perfect. Used only at her father's digression, she had no other experiences to base the words of hope, Faustus sought to give her. For all other High Priests, and even the Dark Lord, it seemed had failed her when she had need of them most.

She caught his slip ups though and said nothing. Hinting that he must feel something for her was refreshing. "I shall endeavour to remember that, Fau—Father." Was her turn to slip as she spoke freely for once

"But do not promise me what is not yours to give. Even as High Priest, my father's reach his long…and should he desire, he would rip me out of the school and have me back under the lash. So you see…why I am thusly jaded? I try, but Hope's die in your hands long after they have turned to ash…"

She blinked, as if not aware that she had been so forthcoming and looked away. What in Hades name was wrong with her? If her father got wind that she was 'telling stories', he'd see to it she never spoke again!

Father Blackwood frowned pointedly at her still half-full plate. But as he listened to her speak, he could comprehend why she had no appetite.

"I thank you for the warning," he said. "I promise you nothing but an education in the time you are here. However, it is my habit to take precautions against… interlopers— ah, that is, those who seek to rise above the station the Dark Lord has granted them." His jaw was set. He felt oddly protective of this student whom he had known only in passing for a few short hours. Why? What was she, to him?

What was this… feeling stirring within him?

Freya tried not to smirk at Faustus as she looked him dead in the eye. He seemed to mean what he said, and she wished, with a fervour for once in her life, that she could believe him. She could tell, instantly about people, it was another gift of hers and she could see that he seemed to believe his own words, and that…gave her comfort a bit, at least.

"I sincerely hope so, Father…." Her words soft as she gazed at him. "He is a powerful man and has put four High Priests in their places when it came down to it. Do not let him seek to do so to you. Please?"

Was she begging more for herself, or him? She wasn't sure. But she wasn't exactly begging either, merely asking him to be on his guard. She could protect herself, but it felt…odd, to feel that waft off Faustus who sat so close. He did feel something, she knew he did, but she would not chase such a thought. Not now anyway.

She had been happier in this school then all the others, and she had only been here a few short hours. Odd. A faint blush tinged her cheeks as she finally pulled her eyes away from his. This was getting much to personal….and yet, she felt the pull….as much as she fought against it.

"He may seek whatever he likes… but that does not guarantee him success," Father Blackwood said, his tone calm, placid, almost gentle. "If he thinks to make himself into another Dark Lord, well… Surely you know it's been attempted. And…how many Dark Lords do we have today?" A smile, something between amusement and that foreign feeling, graced his lips.

"One" was her whispered answer, her words turning her lips up into a small smile, as she cast her eyes back to his. "I want to believe what you say…but my scars speak otherwise. For me, time will tell…." She had multiple scars that she kept always hidden. They criss-crossed her arms and legs, even had one that ended just under her eye and streaked down her cheek, but it was her back, that was scarred the most. While some were old and white, faded, the newer ones were pink and still pained. Which she was very good at hiding.

She knew she should leave. Return to her bunk and sleep to prepare for the next day, but she just couldn't seem to pull herself away. Seeing Faustus smile almost undid her as she sought to remind herself, that he, was off limits. In more ways than one, for her father only found her useful if she remained pure! And woe be to her if she ever found herself under that punishment.

Father Blackwood frowned again when she mentioned her scars. "Yes, well…. From what I've gleaned of him, he is beginning to outlive his usefulness. I will not give you false hope, but I do ask that you take in strength however you can, beginning with finishing your repast and continuing to read those stories that take you away from time. Though, might I suggest also checking books out from the library?"

Freya had the good graces to blush and took the hint, pulling her plate back to sit in front of her and finished eating as he was still speaking. If he wanted her to eat, she'd eat. If he wanted her to participate, in life or in class, she'd do so. It hit her then, as she finished her meal, that anything he'd ask of her, she'd willingly do and she had to take a moment to ponder such a thought.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as he mentioned checking out the books instead of staying up so late after hours in the library. "Ohhh…I don't know. staying up does seem to have it's advantages, yes?" She froze, and though her smile stayed in place, she couldn't believe she had been so bold.

"I—I meant, yes, Father…you are absolutely right. I will do so next time." She managed to force out while her brain was still scrambling to catch up. She was never this forthcoming, ever. But something about Faustus made her want to be. She wanted him to know her. All of her.

Father Blackwood almost smiled again at her bold statement. "It does… but such liberties can only be taken sparingly. We cannot be seen to make a habit of such things," he said, dropping his voice into a growl that some may consider sultry.

"Now… get on to bed and get your rest. I expect you fresh and bright for demonology tomorrow morning." So saying, he took their plates to the kitchen.

Freya shivered inside at his voice. Was…was he flirting with her? She wasn't entirely sure, but she didn't care! That sound coming out of his mouth was downright sinful! It made her heart leap in her chest as she averted her eyes.

Nodding, at his gentle command, Freya stood and grabbed her things, turning to look back at Faustus as she turned to leave. "Good night, Father. May the Dark Lord bless your way…" So saying, and this time meaning it the exact way it sounded, she left, heading to her bunk to turn in for the night. But sleep was slow in coming. As she lay there, playing every part of their interaction in her mind, until dreams took her.

She woke, to the sounding of a gong, and slipped out of bed after making it to head to the showers. Fresh and dressed, she headed down to breakfast, paying not one mind to anyone who stared or whispered. While eating, she heard someone clear their voice behind her and she turned to find a tall, dark-haired boy about her age, smiling at her.

"You're Freya? Right? Mind if I join you?" He asked, seemingly eager to make friends. Freya shrugged and the two spent some time talking together over their meal before the next bell rang. Cleaning up her things, she bid the boy, whose name was Anton, a good day, she hurried to her class. Taking a seat right up front, so she could pay attention better…or at least, get a good look at the High Priest without seeming to.

Father Blackwood had risen and dressed impeccably as usual, confident in his lesson plan, of course… and trying to put all non-educationally-related things out of his mind. He had found breakfast pleasant enough, had noticed Freya making a new friend. An attractive, young, male friend. Far be it from him to notice such things usually, and he should have been thinking that it was good there were others willing to look past her family's reputation— no, he corrected himself, he should not be thinking about her at all.

Yet there she was, in his class, front and centre. He pretended not to notice, slipped on his cool demeanour like a mask, treated her just like any other student, while emotions he had never felt and didn't understand made their home in his body, his mind, his …internal organs?

The homework he set was to connect a book he had just so happened to notice was on Freya's— Miss Hew's reading list to one or more philosophies of demonology. A subtle way to engage her in the class and give her hope at the same time.

Paying strict attention in class, Freya took notes diligently and answered questions when she knew the answer. Though she held back a few times so she wouldn't seem a complete know-it-all. She was just good in Demonology, though she was far from knowing everything and she found the lesson very much engaging. Not that she stared more at the High Priest then she should have as he taught, but she couldn't help but notice him.

Once class was over, she gathered her things and headed out to her next class, nodding ever so faintly in Faustus's direction, as she left. She knew how to be subtle. The day passed in relative ease, she paid attention in all her classes and learned quite a bit before lunch. But, it was at lunch, where she had the most trouble.

As soon as she walked into the cafeteria, a tall, red-haired girl stopped her, with two of her friends standing behind her. She would not allow Freya to pass and looked at her like she was a bug. "So, you are Freya? I was expecting someone…more." Her two friends giggled, boosting her actions. "You don't belong here, Hew, and if you were smart, you would stay out of my way. I am Head Girl here…Remember that." So saying she bumped into Freya as she had her friends left. Freya knew, she would be trouble, but didn't say anything or think about it one moment more and focused on eating while she read a book she had checked out at the same time.

The rest of the day flew by in a rush, as she located the rest of her classes and participated. Once classes were done for the day, she made her way to her bunk to do her homework, but the chattering and laughing within the barracks was to loud for her to focus, so, she found herself once more in the library, reading the book Faustus had assigned, and taking notes as well. Silence reigned, and that was how she liked it, to be able to study and do her best work.

Father Blackwood, too, preferred the quiet of the library to the sometimes rowdiness of the rest of the school. Sometimes, when he wished not to be disturbed, he would leave his office and spend time in the library instead. Today was one of those days.

He noticed, to absolutely no surprise, Miss Hew reading the assigned book. This time, he did not approach her, but watched subtly from a distance as he worked on some necessary paperwork. He appreciated that she had enough grace to know not to draw any attention to whatever it is she may have noticed about him, for surely she had noticed. She was, after all, an extraordinarily perceptive girl.

Freya had not noticed Father Blackwood sitting not a few feet away as she worked on her homework. So busy in the stories, her eyes furrowed as she took in and thought about what she read. She would have to have a conversation with the High Priest, the next time she saw him, for some things she read confused her. But neither the less, she finished up her homework and put her things up and reached for another book of hers she had brought.

Sitting back in her seat, she got comfortable, but as she was settling, she happened to lift her gaze and spotted Faustus not two tables away and a fleeting smile graced her lips as she gave a subtle nod, in his direction and opened the book to read. She could tell he was busy, and their conversation could wait, cause it would take a while with the questions she had floating in her head.

A few moments passed as she read and it found her humming softly to herself, unawares as she read. A habit picked up in childhood to help her relax a bit. She could all but feel Faustus's presence and that made her both feel safe and a little excited. Knowing he felt something for her, but not knowing what, made her extremely curious; but as he was the High Priest, any movements made on her part, would have to be used with discretion and she was the master of that and subtly.

After he finished his paperwork Father Blackwood stayed until supper, reading, then, with a pointed glance at Miss Hew, firmly closed his book with just enough sound to get her attention, then stood and swept off to the dining hall. He too could be subtle in his way, while maintaining command, and at this moment he was subtly commanding her to come and eat supper. As much as he had enjoyed their conversation last night, he could not risk being seen to show one student favouritism.

So at the dining hall, he ate his food and discussed lesson plans with his staff, and subtly kept an eye out for trouble….

Looking up at hearing the loud crack of the book, Freya noted the look Faustus flashed her before he swept out of the room. Chuckling softly to herself, she packed her things up and headed to the cafeteria to eat.

Anton met her, asking he could sit with her again and she agreed as he had brought a few girls over as well who seemed to want to know Freya. They talked among themselves as they waited in line for their food and Freya seemed to be liking the new girls she was talking to when as she left to go find a seat, someone bumped her, HARD and she had only a moment’s warning to see the hand that came towards her as Ursula, the Head Girl flipped her tray in passing, sending the food flying all over herself as well as Freya.

"Watch where you're going, Freak!" Ursula's voice hissed out menacingly as she stopped and all but towered over Freya. "Look what you've done! How dare you even seek to breathe the same air I do!"

On and on she went and Freya, who had never once instigated a fight or even dealt with confrontation very well, went very still inside. Rage flooded her and in mid-rant, Ursula suddenly went very silent. For a moment, nothing seemed to be happening, till her hands went to her throat and she made choking sounds. All Freya did was stand there, and glare at her. She didn’t even move, which freaked Anton out for no witch or Warlock of their age, let alone an adult, could do magic without a conduit of some kind. That's why they moved their hands.

"Freya! Stop!" He hissed in a panicked voice, watching Ursula choke. "Freya! Stop it! FREYA! STOP!" He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder and nearly shrieked in her ear, drawing out of her focus. "FREYA! STOP! THE HIGH PRIEST IS COMING!"

those words alone and his touch pulled her out of her magic, and she looked around, confused as to what was going on. She didn’t remember a thing past Ursula yelling at her, and now, that same girl was gasping for air on the floor and in near hysterics. What had she done?!

Father Blackwood strode up to the girl and Anton. "What in Satan's name is going on here?" he demanded coldly, glaring at both girls in turn. "This is completely unacceptable. Miss Hew, you will report to my office at once!"

Once they were in his office, Father Blackwood closed and locked the door. In a much gentler, or at least more neutral tone, he asked, "While we catch our heads in here, would you care to tell me what just happened?" One might almost call his expression concerned.

Truthfully, he had pulled her away to prevent any further 'incident'. He knew the Head Girl could be a bit of a bully, but usually he allowed students to work through spats on their own; it built character. This time, however, it had bothered him, and he could not for the life of him understand why.

Seeing how angry Faustus was, Freya immediately withdrew, and took a step back from Ursula. She had no idea what had happened either and it frightened her a little. As she left to follow Father Blackwood, she could hear the whispers that followed her.

"She didn't move." "Did she do that with her thoughts?" "She's powerful, and dangerous."

It did little to instil confidence. Her greatest fear was turning into her father. Cold, calculating, ruthless who had bursts of magical anger as well. Was she like him after all? By Satan, she hoped not.

When they got to his office, she was thrown by his almost soft demeanour, and she glanced up at him with furrowed eyes. "You are not punishing me?" She asked softly. Confused as well, but she took the seat she had taken before his desk and sighed. "Honestly, I don't know, Father. One moment, Ursula is yelling at me and the next Anton is grabbing me and she's on the floor." She answered honestly.

"I guess I blacked out, because I don't know what I did, or how I did it. Is—is she going to be ok?" She did have concern for people, and it showed. Even if Ursula didn't deserve her concern, she never liked the idea of hurting people in the first place. She was still confused as to why she was not being punished, but she had a guess that it probably had something to do with the pull she had felt between them earlier, and was smart enough not to say anything.

However, now that she had his attention, she could address some questions about the book he had set her—-the class to reading. "Forgive me, Father, for changing the subject slightly, but I had a question, or two on the book you set us to read. Might I request a portion of your time so that I may ask them?"

"There will be time for punishment later," Father Blackwood said, almost dismissively, but with a little gleam in his eye.

"I see, so you dissociated. That does happen on occasion, for those who lack proper focus. But with your rather spotty education, I can't say this is entirely unexpected. I shall have to insist you meet me, off-grounds, for remedial duelling twice a week to ensure this does not happen again.

"You may," he granted simply.

Seeing the gleam in his eye, Freya tried to look contrite, but she wasn't a very good liar, or actor. Not around Faustus.

"Yes Father." she said softly, but was secretly thrilled. Meeting Faustus. Alone. Away from the Academy. She tried not to let her eagerness show, as she nodded and turned to dig out her book, opening it to the page in question.

"What I do not understand, Father, is this passage here where it speaks of 'Freedom in moderation'." She paused and looked up into Faustus's eyes, curious. " The concept of Freedom is an absolute, is it not?" She paused and looked down at the book before looking back at him.

"After all…one cannot be moderately free, or moderately dead or moderately….Loved…." She let that last word hang in the air between them a moment, her eyes never leaving his before she continued. "It is always a matter of either or. Wouldn't you agree?"

In her own, bold and brash way, she was letting him know of her slowly growing affections and hinting at that she too, had felt something from him, and was curious about it.

"We have the freedom to choose our own actions. We are not, however, free from the consequences of those decisions." Father Blackwood’s eyes bored into her, heated, smouldering. "There are many, many things we can do if we wish… but the consequences would be severe, don't you agree?" His voice was gravelly now; he was letting something slip that he knew was unwise.

"Certainly one can be moderately dead, girl, have you never heard of the undead?" He chuckled wryly.

"Though I do agree that to be loved in moderation is tantamount to not being loved at all… but the world is not so black and white, little witch. You would do well to remember that."

He licked his lips, without thinking about it, and asked, "Is there… anything else you'd like to know?"

Hearing his words, Freya made sense of them, but it was the way he was looking at her that ensnared her. Hearing the timber of his voice and tilting her head as she listened helped her to keep her composure as that pull between them flared back up with a vengeance inside of her. "Some consequences more than others, yes, Faus—Father. But some choices, are worth the consequences in the end, are they not? And if one in the position of the highest power were to agree with said choices, who is there then, to challenge?" Where those bold words came from, she had no idea! But it formed a thought within her mind. If there really were feelings between her and the High Priest, no one could condemn them if they got HIS permission. No one would dare to challenge the Dark Lord! Such thoughts reflected in her eyes as she smirked faintly.

"The Undead? I thought they only stories, so touché'." Her chuckled escaped her before she could contain it, causing her to blush faintly.

"Is it not? In my experience it is either or, but then my experiences have not been like most others have. I shall endeavour to remember that, Father. Your teachings are helping me to realize such, and I thank you for that. For showing me another way."

She noted his nerves and was instantly curious but managed to not show it. "There is a lot, that I would like to know, Father…" She nearly blinked at herself, for she had not intended to say that out loud, or in that way. "As far as the lessons, I think I know who to come to should I have any more questions." Ohhh that was a horrible recovery! Satan help her!

Father Blackwood caught the slip and raised his eyebrow but chose not to comment on it.

"Hmm…. You do raise an interesting point, Miss Hew. Perhaps…." He let himself trail off and become lost in thought until she spoke again.

"Oh, no, my dear. There are undead among us indeed." She really has been sheltered, he found himself thinking, astonished.

"Well, this is an institution of learning, and we do endeavour to assist our pupils in their educational pursuits."

It was taking, if not all he had, then plenty to keep his head. Why was he so intoxicated? How?

"As I said earlier, we can discuss punishment at another time… but let's keep that between us. I would rather the likes of Ursula not have reason to believe any student here receives preferential treatment." Whether it's true or not.

Noting again how he lost himself in thought for a moment, Freya sat back in her seat in more of an effort to be in control of herself, rather than just clear the desk and claim those lips he had licked so sensually earlier. The fact that thought even crossed her mind was enough to give her pause and settle.

He was married! He was expecting twins, with his wife! She shouldn't even be having these feelings, or thoughts, let alone want to act upon them. But she did and she didn't understand fully why. There was something about him, that she just…liked? Craved? Desired? It was so confusing for one who had never actually felt the emotions before.

Lifting her eyes back to his, as she was pulled out of her thoughts by his voice again, she nodded. "I shall endeavour not to…lose my head again, Father. She…provoked me. Yet, I will try harder." She cast him a small smile from where she sat. "When shall I meet, and where for my duelling lessons?" She queried after a few moments. She wanted very much to learn more how to control and use her gifts, for her father had never allowed such except only the basics. Kept powerless, she was easier to control. Well…no more! Plus, it was an excuse to spend more time with Faustus, and she would readily agree to anything if it meant that.

"She did provoke you," Father Blackwood agreed. "Yet you cannot react to every provocation. Many will seek to abrade your patience, whether because they feel threatened by you or envy you or whatever it is that ruffles their feathers. However, at the end of the day, you must remember that such beings are beneath your notice, as are their words and actions. Having food spilt on you is annoying, but it need not be humiliating if you refuse to be humiliated.

"As for our duelling lessons… there was a condemned mall about a mile to the east. It has been… repaired, without the knowledge of the landowners, of course. Meet me there, and take care not to be seen, will you?"

Freya nodded to his words, agreeing totally. In all honesty, she had no idea what she had done when Ursula was yelling at her. All she knew was that she was angry and just wanted Ursula to stop. That she…could do such things, frightened her, without her consent. "I know, Father. In honesty, confrontation is not something I partake in usually. I don't know what happened, except I got angry. I didn't mean to act in such a disgraceful way. I didn't even know I could do that."

Tilting her head at his words, knowing exactly where he was talking about, she nodded. "Tonight or…?" She wanted to be sure as to when, but it filled her with excitement. Excitement she kept a tight rein on. "I know where it is, Father. I shall be there, and careful." Her lips twitched in a hidden smile, as she was waiting to see if that was all he wanted of her or if she was dismissed for now.

"I understand that, more than you know… but you must learn to channel that raw, untapped power of yours so that you can gain control over it, to prevent such an incident from happening again."

Father Blackwood gave a subtle nod, both agreeing to tonight and dismissing her. He needed to depart for his chambers and punish himself, urgently….

Realizing she was being dismissed and her question answered at the same time, Freya gathered her things and nodded politely as manners dictated. "Thank you Father. May the Dark Lord bless your way…." She left that hanging a few moments before she turned, and with a light smirk upon her face, left his office.

Though, as soon as she left, her smile faded so she looked contrite, like she had been severely punished for her actions. As she made her way to her next class, Anton caught up with her and tried to cheer her up, saying that most in the cafeteria thought Ursula deserved what she got. "She didn't though. I could have really killed her." She said softly. "But I thank you, for trying to make me feel better." She smiled a bit and departed for her class.