The dark blue pastel have been erased as the sun slowly rises on the horizon. Hello Tuesday for everyone at Clairemont.
At the 5th Floor in the Pixiestail room, up the spiral staircase, in dorm number one, three friends were almost at the end of their individual slumbers.
The dorm number one door have opened and at the same time, Peteriona Ethereal Rose have opened her eyes. She got off from her room and went to the small living room to checked if someone was there.
Appeared before her was the ever-fierce-looking-professor, Professor Taylor Swift, on her golden dress and black cloak.
"Peteriona, get Pariana." Ms. Taylor said coldly, while standing in the doorway. She did not bothered proceeding inside.
Peteriona did not respond and turned to the bedroom of her cousin, Pariana Ayesha Rose.
Peteriona forcedly opened the door and proceeded inside.
She immediately tap Pariana's cheek, more like a light slap and thereupon, Pariana groaned with her eyes still closed. Pariana opened her eyes when she sensed she was not aloned in her room. She found Peteriona standing near her bed, armed crossed, with that droopy expression on her face as always.
"What are you doing here this early in the morning, Peteriona?"asked Pariana. Instead of a formal answer, Peteriona twitched her mouth and pointed it outside.
Pariana rolled her eyes and followed Peteriona out of her bedroom.
"You didn't tell me she's here." Said Pariana when she saw Ms. Taylor at the doorway.
"What's up, Professor?" Asked Peteriona lazily. Now that she brought Pariana with her, she ought to know why.
"I suggests you'll wear your uniforms first, since we have a lot to talk about." Said Ms. Taylor casually.
"Should I get Patricia too?" Asked Peteriona.
"No. I'll get her later." Replied Ms. Taylor and she entered the dorm.
Peteriona and Pariana looked at each other then they went to the bathroom to bathed. It was a 3 minutes washed and they went to their bedrooms to change on their uniforms. After they were done, Ms. Taylor lead the way out of the room, leaving Patricia alone in her bed.
They were following Ms. Taylor from behind, and nobody spoked. They went to the 7th Floor with their feets, and no teleportation have been used. It was a tiring morning for Peteriona who from the start, doesn't agree with Teleportation.
They were walking now on the stairway leading to the 8th floor when suddenly and unexpectedly, Peteriona huffed in annoyance.
"Are we there yet?" Peteriona asked trying to be formal, but she indeed sounded fake.
"Nearly." Said Ms. Taylor succinctly.
Peteriona suppressed a groan and just rolled her eyes.
"Hungry?" Pariana asked, her face hinted that she was about to laugh.
"Shut up." Peteriona retorted.
Ms. Taylor come into a halt and open a Gigantic golden door. The door revealed a big circular two floor hall. The sight was very unfamiliar to the Roses.
The hall resembles an ethereal.
It is a circular hall and somehow alike to a court room. You'll feel like you're with the clouds, hanging with the sky. Everything was colored sky-blue, the ceiling was transparent and the daylight was illuminating from above.
There was a staircase leading towards the even colored sky-blue marble floor, It was transparent like it was made of ice, but it was not. Another staircase was placed on the marble floor for the second floor; the court room. Miss Taylor lead the way while going down the staircase.
Peteriona on the other hand was really amaze at the sight, it doesn't matter she was tired. The sight was very cool for her. She thought being in Wysterian Hall could be so relaxing after all.
With a firm grip on the glass banister, Peteriona and Pariana followed Ms. Taylor while enjoying the sight outside the big windows. It was just clouds and the sky-blue sky on view, but seeing it up close is really amazing.
When they stepped on the marble floor on the first floor, Ms. Taylor then drew closer to a big floral portrait hanging on the wall in the hall. It was a few steps away from the staircase, and it was very conspicuous to have it there, since it was placed on a spot many would notice when someone would arrive in the hall.
Ms. Taylor muttered words under her breath, maybe the password. The floral portrait turned into an archway. Ms. Taylor entered in and she beckoned the two to follow her.
"Wow." Peteriona mumbled under her breath. Pariana beside her was silent while they walked.
The two go behind Ms. Taylor. And again, they walked into an another archway; the second one. The moment they step into the archway, they felt like they're being x-rayed.
A room appeared in their eyes. It was a four cornered room, and not too spacious. It was full of paintings. Across them, and at the centre of the room, a family portrait was hanging on the wall. They're maybe a family of wizards or maybe a family of Magis'.
The woman on the painting resembles a mother. She was wearing a white long dress. Her hair was neatly fixed into a bun, and there was a crystal jewel on her forehead.
The man resembles a father, unlike the woman, the man has a dark aura around him. He wore a black suit and a black cloak. He also have a jewel on his forehead, and it's a dark gem.
There are two young girls who appeared to be, obviously, their daughters. Both were beautiful, actually. The other has a black curly hair, with brown eyes. The other daughter has a golden hair with blue eyes.
Ms. Taylor muttered an incantation, like the one she uses in her secret haven. The portrait swung open, and it revealed another room. A bigger one.
When the three of them went inside, the door automatically closed. They were now standing in an office. A golden office.
It was bigger than Ms. Taylor's. There were also pictures hanging on the walls, family portraits rather.
Peteriona noticed a portrait. A family portrait where a lady is gently clutching her child and a man was holding her waist.
Peteriona assumed that the lady was the daughter with the black hair and a brown pair of eyes back in the entrance, maybe she have already grew up in the portrait. The man beside her is handsome indeed. He has a brown messy hair, and a pair of brown eyes too. They were looking intently at their child with smiles engraved on their faces.
They were moving, all the portraits there are moving unlike the one in the entrance. What caught Peteriona's attention was the child, even though the child was only a baby, she knew her very very much.
She's not mistaken, those hazel brown eyes. They belong to her bestfriend, Patricia.
The door swung open on the other side of the room. And it revealed her.
"Ladies have a seat." She said, and beckon them to sit on the chairs with the table.
Pariana and Peteriona settled themselves and she seated on the centre. Her chair was bigger than theirs, she was sitting on a throne.