She hesitated at the door. Bethany. Be-thany. Alija rolled the name of her tongue, trying to somehow make it into a person, put a face to the name. An old woman, asking cunning trick questions. A sweet young girl who was secretly disagreeing with everything she said. Bethany could be anyone. Alija couldn't have prepared for that. "Come in," called a voice from inside the office, muffled through the door. Alija frowned, not realising that she had knocked. She had been too lost in thought. Alina entered a richly furnished office, so different to the dingy dark rooms of her life before. Behind a dark wood desk, a red head sat patiently, endlessly sorting piles of papers. She looked up, a large smile on her face. "Ah! The new student!" she said in delight, putting down the paper that she had been holding, "Welcome, welcome! But who am I to not introduce myself? You may call me Bethany, for that is my name." Alija smiled shyly, and edged forward, not knowing how to act around someone who would decide her fate. Should she remain standing? Cursty? "I'm sorry ma'am, if I appear rude, but I have had little experience," she mumbled, avoiding her stare. "Bethany, just Bethany," she beamed back, "There is no need to be so shy! I won't bite. I've had a lot worse than you!" Alija wondered at the last bit. Was it meant to be a bit insulting, or was it just poorly worded. Hopefully the second. Bethany pointed to a seat, plush and cushioned, and beckoned for her to sit. Alija lowered herself down slowly and carefully, as if sitting down quickly would damage the chair. She perched on it, heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. "I said, you are Alija Piper?" Bethany repeated, causing Alija to snap to reality. She nodded, still shocked like a deer in the headlights. Alija felt her cheeks go red in embarrassment. How rude she must seem, not even noticing that Bethany had spoken! Bethany smiled, as if it was no big deal. "So, Miss Piper, I hear you are already quite good in Auristics?" She raised an eyebrow, pen at the ready. Alija nodded slowly, and began to speak, careful not to mince her words, "Yes, a wizard, from this University I believe, taught me as much as he could. But it isn't what I want to study." She smiled weakly, trying to relax. She could see Bethany scribbling something down, but as much as she wanted to try see if the Auras could hint at what, she wouldn't. Alija had promised herself not to focus on a single Aura during the interview. She had to get in the proper way, no cheating, even if it wasn't counted as cheating. Bethany smiled and nodded, flicking papers around, obviously looking for something. "You were born here... claim to be good at blacksmithing... here it is! Yes, that's what it says here," Bethany said, pointing vaguely at the papers, "A standard procedure, just background information." Bethany stood up, and walked up to a large window on one of the walls. It was getting dark, the sky a deep red in the sunset. Bethany gazed out silently for a few seconds, then turned back around. "It is getting late. Shall we begin?" Bethany asked, not expecting an answer. Alija nodded slowly, despite the fact Bethany gaze had returned to outside the window, watching as a few hurried students rushed past. |