Closed//Day II

A large wooden table slid before one of the elaborate walls. The oak wood was stained black as the knots peeled back the coating revealing random discolored ovals. A phonogram turned towards the room. The needle kissing the black record. The black swirl hypnotized Miss. Danae’s eyes. The notes coated the walls with harmony as the sound of an orchestra bellowed behind the teacher. Margo was swaying her lower half as her hands brushed over the table linins. The tables were removed from the center of the room as they spread out along the walls. The wooden tiles swept clean from dirt and the outside world.

In the Tea Room this was her sanctuary. This is where her voice rang. The waltz notes knelt down before the closed door trying to peek out into reality. The muffled tune was distorted once the whisper hit the hallways. Margo stood in the center of the naked floor waiting to dress it with her girls. The first day was an introduction in words today was an introduction in movement. The bright lights of the heavens were confined in the Tea Room trapped from Margo’s persistence of perfection. She knew she had her adoring dancers, yet their partners were unannounced.. Their names unknown, personalities a wonder….Margo hoped that with the upcoming assignment a partner would emerge without knowledge.

Margo placed her hands along her lower back as she stood upright, her eyes focused on the door. The waltz echoing her words as she sung to the empty chorus. “They shall come..”

For once she was actually running a tiny bit ahead of schedule or at least that is was what the clock in the room had said. A early morning sunrise glorified with a warm shower she had a beautiful start of the day, her only wish was that the shower was outside in the sunrise instead of behind closed walls. She was different that was for sure, she believed that nature was the best place to be at all times, but this also was rooted into her as child because of Tristan. A painted smile was worn on her lips the choice of color today was charcoal back, she also shadowed her eyes with a bit of dust.

She spent hours the night before braiding her hair by single and double strands she had pulled them all together in a large clip and tossed them up over her head. The braids fell around her face and ears it was a different look, yet still beautiful. A ribbon was tied tightly around her neck it was sear fabric and completely see through but it was knotted in a very small bow, the black color shimmered against her skin.

A very well fitted crimson colored dress hugged tightly against her form it was made out of a satin liner and had a over drop layer of the same black shear liner. She had made it herself a while ago when she was studying abroad. The dress was cut in a diagonal fashion coming at a tip point right above her knees. Leather straps twisted against the small ankles for once she was actually wearing shoes like a proper lady, but she did despise the idea.

They were three inch heels and it never failed she always tripped over at least something while in them. She was not one that could handle much moving in her shoes, and the sound of music only made her face slightly cringe. Sighing softly to herself she would wait only for a moment before she pushed the door and stepped into the classroom once more. She was supposed to bring an escort with her and since HE was the reason she was here anyway, it was good pay back.

Elegant long gloves cover her hands and cut off just short of her elbows she stood there her hands clasped in another, as she curtsied pulling the at the ends of her dress a bit. Casting those violet eyes downward as she spoke…

“Good Evening Miss Danae. I fear that my escort is running just a bit late. Though I promise he will be arriving shortly.”

She bit the side of her cheek hoping that Tristan had not forgotten about the prior arrangement today. They had not even completed the assignment prior to coming to class she would make sure though, they would soon. She knew he was busy with his own class and that time was little between them, it seemed. She would appear taller because she had on heels, but she figured a lady must stand tall and proud when she was presented. Violet eyes listened to the music as she tried to remember the last time she heard sweet tunes…

Meanwhile hear mind was prodding the teacher to hurry up… “ Tristan… will you hurry up! I am the only one in here and there is music… and the tables have been moved.. I think we are dancing you might want to wear steel toed boots… You know how graceful I am..”

Miss. Danae hovered slowly, stalking Lillian as she walked slowly. Her own heels grating along the tile as the vibration murmured beneath the song. Her eyes expressing her judgment not speaking as of yet. Margo was a patient woman who despised her own mellow reactions. Battling inside her head with prompt discipline instead of a restful understanding. She was always calm, never truly annoyed. Yet that lack of expression.

Miss. Danae than ended her swarming as stood before Lillian. Her own chest colliding with the students as she looked into the violet pools. Miss. Danae moved her right hand down Lillian’s left as her gentle fingers scrunched Lillian’s smoothed gloves. As she reached Lillian’s fingers the teacher laced digits. Margo guided their arms bending at the elbow. She moved Lillian’s right hand to rest Lillian’s on top of her own shoulder. Margo smiled as she than placed her hand, cupping Lillian’s hip. Margo’s lips curled as she looked towards the door. As she leaned her face forward. Her warm breath slapping into Lillian’s face.

“As the man must guide the trot, come leap with me.” Margo positioned her head slightly turned as she called out to the music. The phonogram switched songs on command as Margo than gave direction. “Left one, two, three, spin…left one two three, spin.” Margo side stepped to the left as feet gracefully crossed before each step. The bottom of her dress scooping up with each demanding step. As she turned Lillian she carefully dipped Lillian’s upper torso before completing the final full turn. “Right one, two, three, Right one, two, three.” Margo than pulled away from Lillian as Margo paraded the student around the floor. Margo placed her free hand along her back as she guided the pupil. As the song ended Margo bowed low before Lillian. The teacher placed her puckering lips along Lillian’s gloved hand. As she slowly rose Margo smiled.

“As the man turns the woman, he presents to all a precious gift. As you greet the onlookers take pride in ones partner. As he bows before you, reply with a curtsey to thank thee for a dance. Let him cradle you with a touch as I have just done.” Margo looked at the phonogram as it grew silent. “Well now before class starts can I offer you a cup of tea darling?” Margo moved her hands to flatten out the front of her dress. She than quickly fanned her face as her hands felt her hair to make sure no strand was out of place.

Delane walked through the corridors, her mind wandering into the nooks and crannies that her eyes couldn't see. It wasn't overly bright, though that didn't bother her considering she'd always had good night vision. Since she'd left the registration room she'd tucked the map and piece of paper with her room into the back pocket of her long-legged jeans.

Wafting through the almost silent hallways, she tried not to make any noise. As she rounded corners and chose her path, she started to hear the faintest tunes of music. It wound its way through the hall and enveloped her. Delane followed the music, her path no longer her own as she was determined to find the source of the sound. Continuing through the halls, it wasn't long before she came upon a single option from where the music could be.

Sliding her long sleeved sweater over her hand, she twisted the doorknob effortlessly and slid the door open. A crack no wider than a few inches appeared between the open door and the closed one. Through this, Delane peered into the classroom. Her blond hair hung collectively around her face, small but stray pieces slipping into the classroom before returning to the mass of her hair.

She watched as what appeared to be the teacher took a student and started to lead her around. Soon, a voice accompanied the music. “Left one, two, three, spin…left one two three, spin. Right one, two, three, Right one, two, three."

Delane continued to watch as the pair glided throughout the room. Curiosity grasping hold of her better nature, she continued to open the door fractions of an inch until she was practically standing inside of it. Her slim, tall stature was wedged between the two doors, sleeve covered hands grasping at the closed one as she watched with an intent gaze.

Both women seemed so ethereal in their movements, so fluid. Delane had never been able to move like that. She forever tripped over her own feet. Even in the no heeled soles of her current high tops she managed to trip. Frowning at her own incompetence, she pushed the thought away and instead leaned onto the door.

“As the man turns the woman, he presents to all a precious gift. As you greet the onlookers take pride in ones partner. As he bows before you, reply with a curtsey to thank thee for a dance. Let him cradle you with a touch as I have just done.” Delane's head tilted at the words, thinking on them silently. Dancing... in front of others? Even if she could move like the pair she doubted she'd ever have the confidence to do that. In fact, she'd most likely trip over her own toes and making a laughing stock of her partner as well as herself. Assaulted by the mental image, she almost withdrew until she heard the voice again.

“Well now before class starts can I offer you a cup of tea darling?” For a moment, Delane had thought the teacher was asking her. She'd started to answer until it was apparent neither woman knew she was there. Blushing in spite of saving herself, Delane stayed where she was, unwilling to show that she'd been watching the two all this time.

Margo turned her head as she smiled at Delane. Margo pivoted her body to stand in front of the new student. Margo continued to step forward as she met the girl at the door. Margo turned, walking Delane into the room. Her reassuring arms draping over Delane’s shoulders like a blanket. Margo’s hands rubbed along Delane as Margo spoke to her. Welcoming her to her home, her fantasy realm within the school.

“Welcome, welcome my dear! This is Formalities, I am Miss. Danae and this lovely flower is Miss. Lillian. Now come join us for tea!” Margo pulled out a chair for Delane as she looked quickly over Delane’s clothing. Jeans….sweater….sneakers…Margo was about to faint at the lack of feminist qualities. She was suffocating her body, drowning her flesh in a sea. A sea of rolling waves, as Delane moved her sweater ate her hands, those precious little hands.

Margo continued to smile as she reached for a cup. The brown tea spitting out of the teapot as it filled the cup. Margo than patted at her gown as she quickly sat. Margo looked at the two students as she took her spoon dipping it into the sugar bowl. A slight clinging vibrated as the spoon hit the cup. Margo looked at Delane she felt the curiosity, she felt her power boiling within her, ready to burst, to shout to the world that she was more than what appeared.

Margo stretched towards Delane tucking those golden locks behind her ears. “To hide your face from the world only allows the world to see a part of who you are.” Margo giggled as she looked towards the door. She wondered who else would be joining them. “In lessons you are taught through fundamentals and principles, this lesson you are the instructor to your body. Our first lesson today will be transforming your hatchings into swans.” Margo whispered playfully to her students as her mind raced with excitement.

“There shall be no ducklings in my flock.” Margo wiggled as she took another sip of tea. Her eyes turned to the clock as she crossed her legs tightly under her chair. “Once upon a time there was an adoring woman named Cinderella, she was marvelous my darlings, stunning, beautiful, an angel among the clouds, yet she refused to see herself just as that. Even after I spoke to her she did not grasp my concept. My vision for her. Some call me her Godmother. Those fairytales my darlings are just tales.” Margo tapped her fingers along her lips as her pale pools twinkled.

“She never was able to make it on time, she was always late, an excuse every time reflected on her chores and work, pity however, I despised her work. She would mention something of her stepmother and stepsisters.” Margo sighed as she moved her hands to fold in her lap.

“Well needless to say I challenged her, I warned her to meet timelines or else!” Margo nodded her head in a quick jerk of persistence only adding to the dramatics of her story. “She left her Prince Charming in her common rags, her pumpkin and her mice. He sought for her, he searched the kingdom for MY Cinderella. She needed that happily ever after, which she did receive only after she felt she deserved it! He was not looking for a woman in rags, he was not looking for a woman in a gown. He was looking for woman who stole his heart away. That is when she became a swan. I was invited to the wedding, it was royal engagement. Such a beautiful ceremony, a commitment of love for all eternity.”

Margo stood up slowly as she walked from the table than back to her rocking chair. She reached into the side table drawer pulling out a large book. The pages yellowed with age. Margo placed the book between Delane and Lillian. “When the clock strikes twelve everything will turn back to the way it was before you entered this class. Unless….you change that, take what you learn and bring it with you.”

Margo eyed the clock once more, the class lectures were only fifty minutes long. The countdown was emerging in her head before it was time to start. To start the lesson in Once Upon a Time.

She had lost her way in the overly large school, took a wrong turn down a staircase door and found her way through the gardens and fountains again. The touch of the mornings sun against her skin was warming and reminding that her class was starting soon, and not to dissapoint Mrs. Danae again she would find her way in to class before she was too late. As last time she arrived right as class had ended, fair her not paying attention for when classes started. She came to the front door of the school, pulling on it's large handles as she moved inside, her bag getting caught on this door as well. She had to push open the door again, and pull her bag back through.

In a quick silence she hurried down the hall, erupting from the main entrance was of the school. She had lost her way and found it outside. With a shake of her bare feet she shook the grass blades from her toes as she hurried down the marble floor. A deep breath and she was turning the corner as she had seen a girl walk into the Formalities class. She had not fully completed her assignment and felt so bad about as she moved closer to the large door.

She made her way to the door, hand gripping tight to the handle as she moved closer. Hearing Mrs. Danae’s voice, it was so sweet and tender like a warm cup of tea on a cold winters morning. She pulled the door open to see the girl she had followed in with was just arriving as well and just saying hello to the group. She did not know anyone in this room but she would smile and give a soft bow, when she rose she gave a gentle wave to all in the room. Her hands crossed in front of her again , flattening out the knee length pale red satin dress. She felt awkward because she wore no shoes, but found that she would feel comfortable in any state, her shoes being soaking wet from her trip into the fountain.

’’Greetings fair ladies.’’ She spoke with a gentle hush to her voice, as to not interrupt Mrs. Danae’s beautiful voice telling story. She shifted her way from in front of the door and stood against the side, fingers dragging through her long brown locks, fixing herself from her run down the hall. Curls that latched onto each other, causing a gentle grief in her breaths. She stood like a porcelain doll off to the side, fixing her hair, wearing the body forming pale satin, that rose over her shoulders, hugging her body with a soft frill over the straps. Enjoyable accessories so to say, that she liked on her proper dresses.

As the ladies entered Margo stood from her chair. She glided towards the center of the dance floor as she tapped her fingers along her lips. Her eyes looking at all her adoring flowers. Margo moved her finger from her lips pointing at the girls as her index finger flexed, curling, pulling at them to follow. Margo than placed her hands behind her back as she slowly bent her right elbow, her right arm wiggled as she arm once again appeared holding a black wand.

Her fingers pinched at the base as she shook the wand a bit. Small sparks ignited as she lifted the tip of the wand towards her mouth as she blew on it. A small stream of smoke flowed towards the girls as Margo winked playfully. “Oh darlings fairytales are for bedtime stories, ones to fill your head with sweet dreams and comfort. I hope you are all comfortable. Listen to my voice my darlings, hear the comfort of a new tale. A tale involving stunning flowers who are seeking their Prince Charming’s. Close those eyes and envision his face, his touch….hear his voice.” Margo turned her back towards the students as she pointed the wand at the ceiling. Slowly mirrors came down landing onto the dance floor.

The mirrors trimmed in gold as the full length mirrors etched a student’s body. Margo walked towards one of the tables as she placed the wand down. She instructed the girls to open their eyes and step towards what was awaiting them. “Before you meet your Prince, your admirer, your equal you must first learn the song your body dances to. Hear the beat, the passion vibrate off of your body. In order to fly one must spread their wings and jump. In order to dance you must listen to your bodies movement. Now greet your reflection. This is your twin, your other half, an outsider looking in on you. This is your biggest critic when it comes to proper form, structure, and grace. Girls when you greet your reflection curtsey as if within the mirror is the partner you drew in your mind.”

“Impress yourself. It does not matter what you wear, how you talk, who you are! It matters that you are proud and confident. When you slouch you are showing insecurities, when you stand upright, address a situation head-on, direct you defeat that fear, that insecurity, that weakness! It is presentation my darlings. Present yourself!” Margo walked around each girl as she whispered encouragement and praise to each.

Quickly dropping her bag close to the door of the class room, she would step forward and join the group as Miss Danae began to speak, quickly fixing her appearance as she knew she had to have been a wreck after running through the hallways like a silly child would through a Carnival. Standing quiet finally, she took a very quick look at the other women that joined the Formalities Class and she only smiled as she did so, quickly turning her attention to the teacher before her.

She watched in amazed silence as Margo stood so swiftly, finding her looking comfortable in front of a large group, her eyes like tantalizing spells adorning those around her. With just a soft movement Miss Danae seemed to have captivated her attention in just a few seconds as she had entered the room. Merisa seemed to have her breath taken away from this delectable woman, only but a smile on her face would reveal the truth in her thoughts. Staying quiet she listened as Miss. Danae’s voice echoed with a brilliance unmatched by others she had spoken to this far in the school year.

Her voice spoke in brilliance, reminding her of a river that hid out back of her Romanian home, how soothing that was before she would tune into the story telling of her teacher, her calm and smooth voice as it echoed across the room speaking of Prince charming. Smoke would arise, and her fingers would out stretch to touch this magical smoke, trying to grasp at it like a lost child would a balloon. Her eyes would drift close as she stood in the smoke, concentrating on the story telling of her superior. The mystical power that ensued from her voice only set herself far apart from the other girls in the room. Seemingly she felt like she was alone in the room the gentle temperance of Miss. Danae’s voice was comforting her in her dark retreat.

The voice instructed her to open her eyes, reveal what could only be a mirror, with a reflection of someone who she did not recognize at first, then as she smiled she saw the girl she had long forgotten. Adorned with fabrics of pale colors, and the touch of ruffles along her skin, the pale touch of lip-gloss appearing her face to which that was of the moon reflecting against the oceans top. As Miss Danae spoke, she felt at ease with what she saw in the reflection, the fine tuning of her own body was almost unmistaken ably forgotten as she went through trials of life, forgetting she was truly a upright girl at heart.

Her Prince, she could only shake her head as she thought the words over in her mind as she stood in the mirror, but as an admirer of a form she had not seen in quite some time. Something precious that was lost along the ways of brutal touching. She stood her full height of 5 feet even, but with her short standing, long brown locks flowed over her shoulders, causing her eyes to be caught onto the gold ring that hung around her neck, from her new capturer of her heart. It shone against her pale skin like a crescent moon against her pale skin.

As Miss. Danae spoke her voice almost was an order as she came closer to the section where the girls were standing, in front of their mirrors. With but a smile on her lips, as Miss Danae came closer to where she stood she could only whisper in return to her. ’’ I find a girl long lost to memories long and faded in dreams my mysterious teacher.’’ With that she quieted and stared into the mirror once again, raising her hands to collapse behind her back, holding wrist in hand as she stared into the abyss of the mirror.

Violet pools continued their search around the room this was not looking good for one she was the only one that was there and two she had a feeling that she was going to be caught red handed without knowing how to dance. In the bliss of chance she attempted to swallow that now large lump that was now a knot in the back of her throat, as Miss Danae approached her she couldn’t help but stumble a bit forward feeling the slight compression of the woman’s chest. The reflection of the teacher was caught in the depths of her eyes as the digits of their fingers intertwined all the while her mind was screaming that this was NOT a good idea. Biting down on the softness of her lip reaching her arms out in that almost half heart appearance she waited on the teacher, if you were watching you would see her curl her toes in her shoes, but since no one was there funny site would be missed.

Shaking her head from side to side as the domineering women stood in front of her, delicate lips pressed words out, trying to see if she could get the woman to change her mind. Yet, for some strange old reason she felt that there was no way that was going to happen…..


“Miss Danae.. I .. I can’t dance… I have weak ankles….”

Cringing a bit as she scolded herself for lying, but even that didn’t seem to work feeling the gentle vibration of the woman’s hand against her hip she knew there was no way of getting out. In the back of her mind she was totally freaking out as she reached out to call Tristan one last time…

“Tristan will you hurry it up already…. I am stuck in a vipers grip… and being forced to dance…”

The music played in her ears as she listened to Margo’s words already she was feeling the floor move and she was standing perfectly still, droplets of sweat began to build on her upper brow as the repeated steps were voiced, that’s what she would invest in the next of her magic spells…. Dancing Shoes...
Her body would move like a man on stilts, but at least she moved none the less keeping her head down she would watch Margo’s feet to make sure that she wasn’t making them a next dinner plate option. In the middle of the dip she would almost slip into complete destruction pulling her inner strength together by a matter of means she would keep her balance as the heels of her shoes clicked. “ one, two, three” as stiff as she could be she still managed to move, she was certain that this was just a sight anything but dancing……

Finally hearing the cords coming to an end she would offer that simple smile and grin, feeling the light pressure on her back by Margo’s guiding hand she would bow in front of whatever audience was there. A her hand was lifted in the most delicate fashion and lips pressed against it the violet pools looked at the woman, there was more about her that met the eye and she would find this out. Smiling a rosy rush of heat came across her cheeks at the lady’s words taking up the hems of her dress into her hand she would curtsy.

“Thank you Miss Danae, I would love a spot of tea”

Violet eyes would l look at the new girl in the room folding her hands in front of her the soft smile would press to her lips. The soft spun blond hair she admired it was almost as long as her own, beautiful none the less she would wait to see what Miss Danae did next. A simple curtsy would be given as she was introduced, followed by a smile. She would wait for her turn to speak, so far no other familiar face’s had come in. Moving in she would seat down and lift the cup of warm tea to her lips as she listened to the story about ducklings, giggling slightly as those pools of violet looked back over to the new girl. The story of Cinderella she had known growing up it was one of the few stories that she could actually remember her mother reading to her, because the transformation. She was very curious to see exactly what this magic that Miss Danae was going to use, as the affects of it against her would be uncertain.

A keeper of the sands of time, she wondered maybe so, she really needed Tristan to hurry up so that he could make sure everything would go according to plan. Hearing the shuffle behind the table she would turn in her chair looking to see who came in and it was Christine, maybe she in time would make her a dress too, giving a small gentle wave she had not seen her since the first day of class. She would think it over and talk to Miss Danae about perhaps having everyone sew their own ball gown. Whispering softly as she looked at the girl in the beanie..

“Good morning Miss Christine, Come and sit by me!”

It was the vibrant beauty that entered in the satin red dress that caught her attention, but it wasn’t the dress it was the fact she wasn’t wearing shoes! This only made her smile even more brightly someone understood, wearing something on your feet was like walking with double coffins. She would wait on Miss Danae to introduce this female to the class her curiosity was getting the best of her as those violet pools searched over the girl, but before that took place it seemed that Miss Danae had something else on her mind, as she watched the wand. Whispering softly…


“What kind of magic is this… “

Never less she closed her eyes she didn’t want to be the only one left out of this assignment she listened to the given instructions. Suddenly before she could do anything more her body would shake though she held her eyes closed tight till there was a vision of a mirror and her standing there, peering within then she saw it there her own reflection of the violet colored hair. The one standing before her was so stunning and bright, the face glowing showing the colors of life. Picking up the hems of her dress in her own fancy way she curtsey once more, to see exactly what the reflection would do or say.

Soil from the greenhouse still clung to the rags Ian had entered the school with but having no other possessions to speak of he had resigned himself to wearing them to the tea room. Ian had no idea what he was getting himself into but was far more concerned that he show the proper respect to Miss Danae and Christine. In the orphanage invites were almost never extended but they were considered very important and although things must have been different here Ian wanted to ensure that he did not offend anyone.

Panic had started to pulse though his veins as he wondered if he would ever find the tea room…wondering if it would be better to be considered a lost fool or rude individual but these thoughts were cast aside as happenstance allowed him to find the room. Ian was never one to go plunging into a situation so instead of just walking to the door he slowly crept over and placed his cheek against it. Pushing ever so slightly in order to create a crack he could view through he started his visual investigation. The fact that Christine and Miss Danae were both present put his mind at ease. The group was by no means large and although he could not tell exactly what was being done the inhabitance of the room seemed quite preoccupied.

Hoping this would afford him an opportunity Ian very slowly pushed the door open another inch. Turning his body sideways like a thief he slipped in under the doorknob. He was so worried about being noticed and thought of as an intruder he never took the time to reflect on his actions…the fact that they indeed made him look like an intruder. Moving to the left of the door he was able to see the group better…and the mirrors they were looking into. Being familiar with Christine his eyes ventured over to her mirror, there was something off…differences. He could not help himself from quietly moving along the outside of the group in order to get a better look, thinking to himself. “This…what is this I am looking at?”

Margo turned her head as she saw Ian. She left the lesson as she allowed the girls to stand before their equal as Margo met his face. Margo leaned forward as she whispered into his ear. “Even the cat who walks among soft paws can be heard if desired. I hear you darling, I see you darling. You are here darling!” As Margo spoke her words tugged at Ian’s earlobes playfully. “Speaking cats Sir Ian it does appear we have one.” Margo turned her head watching the freedom fall from Christine. “Come with me Sir Ian. Margo took a gentle hold of his hand as he pulled him onto the main floor. “Darlings, we have found a Prince! He heard your call as he charged his horse freeing his afternoon to bask in such beautiful company!” Margo giggled as she stepped to the side revealing Ian to all. “Now my darlings if you will great Sir Ian to Formalities.” Margo looked over his clothing as she smiled brightly. “Sir Ian is a lover of nature, one who will pick the most stunning rose for his lady fairs, the one who searches for the raw, the fresh the true beauty. It goes beyond soft hands and lips, it is who you are, just as simple as your reflection. For takeaway the most kissable lips and Sir Ian shall still draw them into a smile. How charming he is.”

Margo moved back towards Sir Ian as she draped her arms around him as she walked him to stand at the end of the line. “Now Sir Ian, your duty as the Gentleman is to conduct the dance, call to the orchestra, to lead the lady fairs. You are to go to each, gaze into the mirror as well as their faces bow before them and introduce yourself, the ladies must feel confident in their leader, for even a army caters to their commander. After all you are the one to see to it they are safe.” Margo smiled as she went back behind the students so each could see a glimpse of Margo’s reflection in their mirrors. Margo stood as the Grandmaster watching the reflections transform. Margo’s reflection looking back at each lady fair smiling with confidence.

She was thrilled of the transformations, each looking at themselves in a new perspective, in a new light. Margo knew that Ian if he chose to be could be another one of her precious little darlings such as Miss Lillian, Miss Merisa, and Miss Christine. Was he ready to be the first male to challenge Margo’s teachings or embrace the opportunity. Margo walked backs as her reflection now sat in her rocking chair. Her hands plucking into the drawer beside her as she pulled out fabric and thread. As she waited to listen to the introduction of each partner she would than instruct the class.

“Learn who your partner is, never allow a true stranger to guide you, become acquainted, become familiar, Sir Ian shall play an important role.” Margo looked down as the fabric took form of pants trousers. The black fabric captured her lap as she rocked slowly. Her adoring students could not enter her class in work clothes, he was a lover of nature and Margo hoped he would become a soul mate to Formalities, for without an extension of her students the principles of Formalities would be overlooked. She needed them, each and every one of them. Margo felt the respect for her practices and she loved all of her student’s uniqueness. They were her children now.

Ian’s eyes were locked on Christine’s reflection and he could not help but grin as he watched the reflection morph into an excited state. Ian really did not know anything about this young women but it made him happy to see her happy…it seemed like it was something she needed. As he gazed on he failed to noticed Miss Danae’s movements and was snapped back into reality as the soft words wafted into his ear.

“Even the cat who walks among soft paws can be heard if desired. I hear you darling, I see you darling. You are here darling!”

Very quickly Ian’s posture snapped to attention. He had never met someone who was as educated as Miss Danae and so far he was only able to pick out bits and pieces of her meanings. Although it was a bit frustrating there was also something very intriguing about it. He had enjoyed his experience in the greenhouse and his blossoming opinion was that Margo could offer him something, however, he would need to be willing to travel the path. As she made the comment about the cat his eyes again glanced to Christine. He had felt like he should have said something more in the greenhouse but his ignorance of her feelings prevented him from speaking.

Although Ian wanted to offer some resistance he allowed himself to be gently pulled onto the main floor. As soon as Margo called him a prince a profuse blush enveloped his face as he tried to ever so slightly sway away from her. Ian was far more of a beggar then he would ever be a prince. He had no idea where Miss Danae was pulling this description from but it created a powerful mixture of the emotions of pride and embarrassment.

“Now Sir Ian, your duty as the Gentleman is to conduct the dance, call to the orchestra, to lead the lady fairs. You are to go to each, gaze into the mirror as well as their faces bow before them and introduce yourself, the ladies must feel confident in their leader, for even a army caters to their commander. After all you are the one to see to it they are safe.”

Pride had officially left the building now as the sinking feeling in his stomach had now elevated to black hole force. The group had not seemed large before but with his new task his feelings towards the situation had changed. Ian was guessing that any attempts to weasel out of this task would result in a very elegant and intelligent response from Miss Danae that could be boiled down to ‘go do what I told you to do.’ Ian tried to draw a deep breath but it was somewhat shallow and sharp. ‘Ok..ok….ok just do it.’ Ian thought to himself as he walked to Lillian slowly.

It was easier to look at the mirror first so he studied it for a moment, carful to make sure his young male urges did not allow his eyes to linger in any unwanted places. Slowly he turned to face Lillian, he wondered if the two would perceive the same differences in the reflection. Ian spoke very softly “Greetings Ma’am….my name is Ian Zllaire and it is a pleasure to meet you.” As he offered a slight bow there was only one though filling his head…’Please don’t vomit on her shoes.’ The task complete with stomach contents intact he softly walked down the line.

As he approached Delane he recognized her from the slight contact the two had in the registration room. She seemed much more at ease in her current state although Ian was judging that while he was in a somewhat frantic state. He was a creature of habit so he followed the same routine of inspecting the mirror first. He could feel Margo’s eyes following him and he wondered if he was doing this right. Turing to Delane he was trying to remember if the two had been introduced or not. At the risk of coming off like a jerk he offered her roughly the same greeting he had offered Lillian. “Greetings Ma’am, my name is Ian Zllaire and it is a pleasure to…officially meet you.” As per the instructions he offered her a slight bow and moved down the line towards the next lovely women.

Ian had not stopped to think about how the women viewed this exercise, doing so might crush the little confidence he had left. If he allowed even slightest consideration to enter his mind that his introduction was unwanted on their behalf he would more than likely freeze and implode. He was trying to keep a measured pace as he went from women to women and as he approached Merisa and studied the mirror. As he turned to her he noticed she had no shoes. He was guessing that vomiting on someone’s shoes might earn a verbal explosion but vomiting on someone’s feet could earn him a beat down…and she looked like the type of individual who could hand one out. “Greetings Ma’am, my name is Ian Zllaire and it is a pleasure to meet you.” Offering a quick bow he moved on.

Ian was slightly relived that he had come to Christine but he was not totally happy with how this had gone thus far. It seemed as if the first three greetings he had offered were somewhat cookie cutter greetings. This was somewhat by necessity because he did know anything about them. Having already studied the mirror Ian slowly stepped in front of it in order to grab Christine’s full attention. "Greetings Christine, I wanted to introduce myself to you…in the greenhouse but I don’t think I did. My name is Ian Zllaire…and thank you for your kindness.” He turned to leave but then quickly turned back towards her. “Also….I think Garen and Miss Danae are right, you are very special.” After this Ian walked past her to the other end of the room and turned towards the women. If by some miracle or magic spell the ground would have opened Ian would jump head first…no questions asked.

Tristan had been unfortunately running late to the class while following Lillian. For a formal gathering he knew it was not that bad to run a few minutes late, but it wasn't proper either. A forgivable offense at worst and one that would be ignored at best. He of course hoped for the later, but he wasn't going to count on it. He just had something that called him off course for a few moments, but now that it was taken care of he was back to moving towards the classroom Lillian was already inside of. Though honestly he was laughing a bit at her crying for help over a simple dance lesson... for as graceful as his love was she had two left feet once music started.

As he neared the final turn he ran his fingers over his hair again to make certain it was not mussed up in any manner. For a change it was mostly upbraided. Just one running down either side at his sideburns, then those long braids were pulled back by a black leather lacing behind his head and joined there keeping all the rest of his flowing purple hair out of his face. About his body he was like always dressed like a classier extra from the movie Lord of the Rings. Though he was not dressed in the robes of the elves, more like the leathers of the humans, just with out the armor. A large red and black surcoat with exaggerated shoulders, long black leather gloves lined in red silk on her fingers. Black leather vambraces on his forearms, long over the knee leather boots on his feet.

He indeed looked similar to the Horse lords of Rohan. Yet he wore no armor or weapons. That was not fitting to the class he was going to. Formalities was not Survival class, it was an entirely different battle field. One he hoped he had armed Lillian well enough for that she survived... Ballroom dancing included. As he neared the door though he stopped, the scent of magic lightly in the air made him raise in eyebrow.... it was Fae magic, but not Lillian's spells. Was someone in the classroom using a Glamour? Why would anyone other than He need to shield their true face in this school through magic?

Tristan banished the thought form his mind, no need for distraction as he made his entrance into the classroom . He would uncover the magic user quick enough that he needn't worry. Taking a deep breath he cleared his mind and mood, tried to steady himself for the coming influx of emotion and then bravely opened the door. Unlike so many others that came through Tristan did not understand the meaning of the word timid. His chest was out, head held up high and his posture inhumanly perfect as he crossed the threshold of the door and entered the room. His eyes were up and a soft smile on his lips as he watched the young Boy walk form person to person introducing himself. It was a shame he seemed to give such a grand greeting to only the last girl in the classroom.

Tristan stood hands behind him as he waited for the teacher to notice his entrance and once she did he would move towards her directly. As he neared her he would offer one hand of his to take hers into if she offered hers and as he gently raised it up he spoke “Forgive me, I was postponed due to exterior forces, it Shan't happen again Mademoiselle Danae” After he spoke he would softly kiss the tips of her fingers, where he hailed from kissing any higher in a formal greeting meant something rather scandalous, and then he lowered his hand and released hers gently as he looked into her eyes directly while waiting for her response. Lillian of course knew he was not going to turn and address her until he was greeted by Margo, but after that he would look her way with a soft smile.

The rocking chair danced as the legs swept along the floor. The toes of her feet guiding her throne as she bobbled. Her ears listening to the hesitation, the fear. As she finished his trousers Margo watched his interaction with Christine. The chemistry splashed through his face, his lips parting as the words cascaded down his front splashing along Christine’s feet. He was charming towards her. The prince emerging out from him. Ian’s secret exposed to all, he chose his partner, his mate, the one he would lead through the steps. Margo stalked him with her eyes as her pools engulfed his form. She was awaiting the adoration. She awaited for those blushing cheeks, those twitching ears, those yearning words to whisper “I do” bells rang within Margo’s mind as the sound of the door opening caused her head turn.

Margo greeted Kalika as her fingers released their grip along her sewing needles as she rose she placed the fabric in her place as Margo looked at the fallen head of Kalika as Margo tilted her own. “Oh darling do not allow Father Time to defeat you. I do not doubt you will be late again, thank Miss Kalika.” Margo’s lips parted as she began to speak as another voice called to her. Margo turned to greet Tristian as he spoke. His head bowing as he kissed her fingertips. Margo was silent as her head followed his lips. Margo remained upright before taking back her hand and walking into the center of the room.

“Pour embrasser sur le maiden' juste ; les bouts de s est milord plutôt audace. Vu les yeux timides des étudiants. J'embrasse à vous par monsieur d'air une salutation humble à la classe. Je te souhaite la bienvenue avec les bras ouverts à un nouveau monde.” ---
To kiss upon the fair maiden's tips is rather bold milord. Considering the bashful eyes of the students. I kiss at you through the air sir a humble greeting to the class. I welcome you with open arms to a new world.---As she spoke her tongue stroked along her lips as she spoke to Tristan. Margo’s hands reached towards her vibrating lips as she blew a kiss towards him, her arms extending as her open palms than greeted each of the students ending the kiss to them.

Her eyes than turning to face the reflections of the students. Margo raised her hands as the mirrors lifted towards the heavens as she eyed the class. “Be direct darlings, speak as if dancing, calm and passionate. Now that we have some men willing to risk their reputation within Formalities it is time for us to explore the unknown. Alas we are in short number forgive my selection ladies but these must do.” Margo walked to the closet as her heels snapped. Her body shifting as her balance pivoted between feet. As she went into the closet she quickly came out. “Follow me please.”

She was looking back towards the closet as three wooden coat racks came out of the closet. The naked handles branching off like arms as they took position in front of Merisa, Kalika, and Delane. Margo gasped as she saw the exposed wood as she quickly coughed as large grey trench coats and hats swarmed over the oak wood creating a more human like appearance. Margo sighed as she nodded in acceptance. “In Formalities the less exposed is best. Now ladies more men shall come unless you prefer to dance alone you may, however I find them rather handsome.”

Margo giggled as the coat racks shifted in an attempt to be flattered. “Now to continue with the lesson of introduction and presents.” Females your eyes will be on the back wall, while the men and impersonators shall address the door, I am sure they are dying to run to. That is except for you three.” The racks shook in agreement. Margo went to Christine as she held her hands. “You shall be with Ian.” She turned to Tristan and Lillian without a verbal cue. She than stood between each of the lines as if in the middle of a battle. She extended her hand as the music played. She curtseyed for all as her head hung low like the dying in the gallows. “In return you gesture” She spoke to the class to return the greeting as she stood. “Step forward to address your partner. Men create your frame. Left arm wrapped around your lady fair’s left hip, your right arm bent at the elbow palm open, fingers spread to await. My darling daughters, your right arm placed at his left shoulder, while your lace your fingers into his to create a unison.”

As Margo spoke her words sung to each within her class. She sung with passion and grace. “Come, let us dance.”

She stood in silence, only bowing gently towards Ian as he introduced himself to her. A smile placed on her lips as his eyes were set on Christine, and this she knew from the moment he had stepped in the room she could feel a magnetic pull between the both of them. This had made her think of a boy that she had quickly gotten attached to, that she called her Dear Prince, and she was his Angel. But in a moment, as silence had rushed over them, Merisa had grown tired of staring at herself in the mirror, in one quick motion she stepped back and removed herself from it’s sight letting her eyes scan over the room, waiting in anticipation it would seem as she calmed and started to collect herself. It had been quite sometime since she had been put in a room with so many people, and she knew only more were to come. Taking a deep breath, mis-matched hues of colors landed upon Miss Danae once again. She was intriguing, so different from so many teachers she had come into contact with thus far. But Miss Danae had something different about her, something magical about her being in a sense of generalization.

A crooked smile laid against her cheeks, eyes jutting open as the door clicked open she was shocked that someone had been coming into the class so late. Her head did not turn, but only waiting until the being passed by her. A beautiful woman with skin showing ravenously, made her head shake and in a moment she turned away as this woman and Miss Danae had started to speak. Taking but a moment to adjust the ruffles on her shoulders that covered her bare skin, the pale red stained dress fitting snuggly around her form as she would attempt to flatten it out in a nervous twitch. Lifting her head, caught a second person coming in through the doors, finding herself staring into the knees of a leather armored man. In a quick motion she quickly stood up, his purple locks almost shocking to her eyes, as she recognized this man from a previous engagement they had. A with but a smile on her face, he quickly moved past and introduced himself to Miss Danae. She knew this man to be Tristan, and the look upon Lillian’s face would tell her that he was here for her. This must be the Dashelle he had spoken of, the family he had mentioned in previous conversation.

With watching eyes, silence fell over for but a moment as she watched Miss Danae summon creatures from her closet, this woman was more than what met the eyes, entrancing those around her with such a soft and delicate voice. She found that she was the only one that was so entranced by this woman though, the others seemed almost immune to the delicate tone of her voice, the soothing melody of her tone and the mystical way she had moved so smoothly. Merisa had always been a polite woman, but to stand in Miss Danae’s presence was something that made her drop down into her hips, so to say. The closet dummy’s came from the closet in a quick manner, dawning coats and hats which made a smile press into the lips of Merisa. With just a shake of her head, as the dummy had taken his ‘’frame’’ she quickly obeyed her teacher and laid her hand over the wooden mans left shoulder, where the hand should have been, she held stick in her hand.

Soft giggles would escape her lips as her head would shake, finding this amusing in all of its endeavors. ‘’I don’t mean to be rude Miss Danae, but I find dancing with wooden men quite humorous, as gentlemanly as they may be. I will have to excuse my poor behavior.’’ She spoke in quick rhythm as she stared at this wooden man, quickly removing her hand from his shoulder, she adjusted the top hat that sat upon his wooden ‘head’ and with a smirk on her lips she would only shake her head. In her mind she would ponder about asking one of the others to dance with her, but alas, Miss Danae was specific about dancing with ‘gentlemen’ and not ‘gentle-women’. Her smile would pierce across her lips and in silence she tried to with hold her giggle as she stared down the line at the other women. Lillian, Christine, Kalika, and Delane. With a smile on her face her head fell down and stared at her feet, she was in bare feet and she would hope to the Goddess that there would be no accidents. She had left her shoes wet in her bedroom, but found that nothing was better than feeling the cold touching feeling of marble against her feet. This perhaps would become a new custom, as long as Formalities Class was not too harsh on her poor toes.

Ian was doing his best to try and remain composed but the he was guessing that others could see his feelings radiate off of his skin. More people entered the room as he stood by doing his best to try and relax. Seeing Kalika for the first time lead him to believe that there was more than likely not anyone attending this school that did not have that stunning good looks quality, which made him wonder for just a second if he was dropped off in the wrong place. A short while later Tristen entered which was nothing sort of impressive. He was dressed like Ian guessed someone in a royal family would have dressed. If he was lucky Margo would proclaim the real prince had shown up and the beggar could make a hasty retreat.

Tristen embodied everything Ian believed women wanted. He walked and dressed with such confidence and the way he spoke with Margo mirrored the way she spoke with the other students. If Ian possessed a 10th of the confidence of the man he would have given all four ladies a greeting fitting for them. If he were more confident he could have introduced himself to Delane when they met in the registration room and thus could have been more eloquent in this formal introduction. All of the sudden the mirrors had vanished and all attention seemed to be tuned back to Margo. He did not totally understand her until the coat racks started to emerge and take their place in front of the women.

At first he did not know what to think, he had never been exposed to this level of magic before. It seemed strange to have such beautiful women dancing with coat racks but when Margo told Christine that he was her partner he could not help but feel sorry for Christine for a multitude of reasons. As he slowly examined the made up men he was guessing they had a far better build then he did and they would be spending much more time dancing with their partner than dancing on their partner.

Ian had never stopped to think how others in the class might have viewed his introduction to Christine but it was now clear that at least Margo had seen something that inspired the pairing. Thinking about what the others may have thought caused the blush to return to his face as his eyes finally found their way back to her. A slight grin spread across his face as he could have sworn part of the mirror was still in place, a red blush of the same quality adorned both their faces.

Ian had never danced before and furthermore he had never seen anyone dance before. He had read about what dancing was and about comical situations where people kept stepping on the feet of their partner. These situations, however, seemed far less comical at the moment and slightly horrific as he envisioned putting his weight directly on Christine’s toes. The ability to back out of the situation was lost when Christine curtseyed to him, if she was willing to go through with this he was willing. As he stepped forward he picked up on the slight cringe right away.

For a second Ian paused, his pessimistic nature quickly driving him to the conclusion that Christine was not looking forward to having his hands anywhere near her. Her motivation for dancing could have been Margo, but that said he knew she still wanted to dance for at least some reason. Ian slowly and distinctly mouthed her a silent ‘sorry’ before he stepped forward and created his form. He moved very slowly as he felt her lightly touch his shoulder, his hand softly gliding up towards her hand. He made the decision to move a bit north of her hip as his hand came to rest softly. He felt the slight tremor in her body and saw the whisper escape her lips but could not make it out.

Ian and Christine were linked now, ready for the battle…it was at that point Ian once again realized he was no general. Ian diverted his gaze from Christen over to the wooden man with Delane to see if he might be willing to share part of his battle plan. Looking back to Christine Ian started to move with what he thought might be the flow of the beat. His battle plan was clear, do not step on her feet and don’t crash into the Delane and her wooden hero. He was desperately hoping Margo might come over and correct what he was guessing was monstrous form but hearing Garen’s voice over the music lead him to believe that she might be busy.

Why am I doing here anyway? His hand rise up to scratch his scruffy hair while wandering down the hallways once more. Those hands are right inside his pants pockets as those cold teal orbs gaze forward down the elegant hallway. Amidst the fact that he has a meeting in the afternoon after all, so he puts it down on the notepad as a reminder. His lips parts only to take a breath and exhale softly with a bit of a sadden look of his face. ‘Wait sir… Please get me out of this place and lead me to the..’ For a second, he heard a familiar voice from within this hallway. No. Maybe it was just his imagination as he continues moving on down the hallway until…

He spots a familiar person going inside the room from just around the corner. Those eyes of his blinks not once but twice as he just stood there and see him going inside the room; maybe something is happening inside there. Curious, he kind of heard faint music coming from there. So, he decided to see what’s happening. Quickly, those feet move in a steady pace until he was just close to the open door. Now a normal person would just waltz in and see what’s going on. However, Logan is not one of those normal people. So, he gets into the crouching position to slowly inch himself forward just to take a little peek, just one peek. His hand press against the floor as those teal hues peers beyond the door. What Logan saw is something beyond his comprehension. A lone brow was raised slightly followed by a ‘Huh?' look. This was rather new to this silent young man, but interesting at the same time.

Now, let’s see here… Those teal hues sees people dressed in strange clothing, possibly formal garments. That and he know some of them from before and some of them that he doesn’t know. The way that ladies dress is rather a thing of beauty. Those eyes follow from person to person. Still, it looks rather…pleasant to say at least. The hand scoots forward just an inch while he looks further to inspect further. His lips parts only to silently mouth, “wooden dolls dressed in the some formal clothing.” Those hues look down to his clothes, well his normal old fashion clothing. He wore his warm color long- sleeve shirt whose sleeves are wide enough to hide the shackle on his left wrist and covers his almost broad physique of his.. His beige jeans go down to his ankles with his brown leather belt around his waist only to hold up those pants of his. Finally, he has white socks and black boots on both of his feet.

He lightly shakes his head, trying to focus on what’s going on here, even though he’s actually spying on them. Still, their ways of speaking almost feel rather funny. Just then, he hears a sound of crack wood as his eyes looks at the woodman with the broken oak woodman on the floor. Looking at the young Garen calling over to someone, ‘Lady Lillian… Lady Lillian!! Plea..please fix it before Ms. Danae notice that it is broken..’ Hmm… Logan was curious about Miss. Danae so he decides to take a look at her for a quick second to see what’s the fuss about. Then, those eyes are closed with a sigh expelling from those lips, but he quickly covers it with his hand. Quickly, he looks away from the room with his hand covering his mouth.

Quickly, he looks left and right to see if anyone is actually there only to see no one is there. His hand moves from his mouth as a sigh of relief is made. That was a close one, but Logan doesn’t know if anyone would actually see the silent young man took a peek of the classroom. Still, it wouldn’t hurt just to go inside and watch the action from inside. Quickly, he shakes his head of the outcome. What would he say or rather write? This is new to him. He had absolute no experience about this. Tension starts to build up from within, feeling a bit nervous about this. So, he stands fully and calmly takes his first step inside. Next, he lets his form get fully inside the room before quickly moving from the doorway. Now, he's unknown territory with little or experience whatsoever.

“Less bold then the back of her hand Miss Danea” Tristan smiled warmly before turning into look out on the class, first his eyes moved over to Lillian and his smile turned brighter and warmer, but as he felt the emotional torment going on form another student he looked quickly her way. He recognized the failing Glamour in a heartbeat and even though the other things in the class were a distraction he worked fast to aid the other Fae, even if she was one of the darklings, the court of pain...... An Unseelie was in the classroom with them and her magic was failing. His immortal enemy and yet he helped her to shield the others fro seeing her for what she was.

Tristan's eyes closed and he took a deep breath summoning his power quickly and he whispered as his eyes opened, looked dead at Lillian. “L'sirn xund a lu'a mrigg ussta faer ulu xxizz ilta veldri” His quick spell was only a simple illusion but it would keep Kali from slipping up and showing everyone what she was again if her composure didn't return fast enough. He didn't care what she thought of his aid, it was going to be delivered anyway. It was not an interruption that needed to be further made in the class, just as their rivalry didn't need to either.

A moment later when things were more normal Tristan would smile to Lillian and whisper, but his words would never reach her ears. Another soft illusion spell and he was communicating with Kalika directly, she would hear his voice as if whispered by a lover into her ear. “Accept my aid and get your revenge later, I ask nothing in return for keeping up our Glamours. Calm yourself and we can have our conversations later in the dormitories. I bare you no ill will in this class Shadow-born” a moment later Tristan ground his teeth but instinctively took Lillian's hands into his and her hip under the other. She might not be able to dance in the slightest but He could, and even with her bad form he could make it through this uninjured.

However right after he took form with Lillian Garen made a mess of things and was calling to her for help. Tristan couldn't help but shake his head he ceased his attempt to start making Lillian Dance so that he could look to Garen and Merisa “I think sir since you have mortally wounded her Partner that you know must take its place.”He smiled at the pair and then turning to Lillian again he sighed, she would be able to feel the light string in his mood. He was not prepared for an Unseelie to be present, nor was he wanting to help her, but it was better to save face for the student then it was to let their Courts dictate they war to the death on the spot.

“Be my stone love. After class I might have a war to fight, I doubt she will take my help lightly” Concentrating on the illusion he was trying to maintain around Kalika he would start to dance softly with lillian. The illusion he was trying to maintain of course was nothing other than what the girl had looked like according to her own glamour, or at least what he saw of it as the flickering was moving between her real and false forms. Honestly he had no animosity towards the other Fae in the room long ago he dropped all quarrels with his other kin. He just hoped se would take what he did as help and not something to embarrass her.





*“The mirror works by and by guide my magic to help her hide”*