Deaor and the First

"...You scared her off!" Sirius whined, ignoring the girl's words. He's been waiting for a long time to speak to 'Kryta'.

"And? She shouldn't even be here without the whole club's approval!" The girl said, notably very much upset with Sirius.

"Well I'm the club leader soo…" He sheepishly said, avoiding the fairly short girl's gaze.

"So! SO! You told us not to bring anyone in here and what did you do?"

"But you saw who she was though!" Sirius excitedly said.

"Thomas?"

"Yes! Emily Thomas! The who survived the murder!" He said quite loudly.

"There was no murder, there is no murders here in Deaor. You out of all people should know"

"But you know who her parents are!" Sirius yelled in much desperation.

"They had it coming, talking all that. I don't think the public as a whole even knows about this?"

"SHIRLY!" Sirius suddenly yelled.

"Rein?"

"I have been told by my step-mother about Shirly and the case and there is a reason why they passed"

"Don't say it. We don't talk about what didn't happen! Deaor is PERFECT! It's the closest to the First!"

"And THEY knew it wasn't it! You know why the vanishing happened! They hoped it would take Emily but it didn't!" Sirius cried at her.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I don't know, but"

"But what if it wasn't Deaor?" the girl asked in an attempt to confuse Sirius.

"I don't know but maybe the First"

"You know we don't talk about the First in such way"

"This isn't a problem we can ignore, even if it wasn't Deaor or the First!"

"If we keep talking we will end up like her parents!"

"You would realize how important it is for you!"

"This doesn't concern me!"

"But it could have something to do with the Third! Your sister-" the girl cut him off.

"My sister!? My sister is fine! She's just not here" she said, aggravated by what Sirius said.

Noticing his friend's anger and distress, Sirius quickly apologized, "I'm sorry but you gotta understand Shia!"

Shia sighed, "I apologize as well but for the love of our dear saint, stay quiet. You're really lucky there aren't any surveillance here or else you'd be taken into custody"

"Sorry.."

"It's fine but be careful what you say next time"

"...I never actually said you guys couldn't bring anyone in permanently, just not during the school inspection thing"

"No you didn't"

"I did"

"No"

"Love you?"

"I don't like you"

Kryta ran in random directions when she eventually encountered Salem and a teacher she guesses?

"Salem?" Kryta said with uncertainty in her voice.

"Oh-OH! Kryta?" Salem stuttered, taken aback by Kryta's sudden appearance.

"Salem mind introducing me to your friend?" the man next to Salem asked.

Salem seemed to tense up when he spoke, "Ye-yeah! So this Emily Thomas but she prefers to be called Kryta'' Salem turned to Kryta, "Kryta this is Professor Sallow! He teaches here!"

Kryta glared at Sallow instinctively. She may not like Salem much but this guy is pretty suspicious. He seems so young to be a teacher and too good looking as well. If Kryta didn't know better she may be crushing him. I mean he has brown fluffy hair! Who doesn't like fluffy things? He also wore glasses! Not only that he was also taller than Kryta!

Sallow moved closer to Kryta and stepped back. He reached out to touch the plant Kryta held. As much as she wants to pull back she didn't.

"Did you get this from the gardening club?" Sallow asked.

Kryta just nodded as she looked at the plant. She might have been too rash when she ran away but she was just in danger or threatened in general. However one thing for sure someone was staring at her with malice. Just the thought of that gave her goosebumps.

Kryta walked passed both  Sallow and Salem before she called out, "Let's go Salem, i'm sure Reinhardt is waiting"

Salem looked at Sallow before apologizing for Kryta's rude behavior and going after Kryta.

"You can't just say that to a teacher! Especially Sallow!" Salem scolded the dark haired girl.

"Why is it that you get so defensive over a teacher?" Kryta asked.

Salem was quite taken aback by her question, "I-I, I just do!", she muttered out.

"There's Reinhar-" Kryta stopped.

Outside were those kids from the music room who played that odd sound. Among them was Marshal and Kryta is very much still ashamed from this morning.

"-dt" she finished.

Getting to Reinhardt required passing them. As much as she didn't want to she had to. So she took a deep breath and grabbed Salem's hand and sped over to the vehicle. Kryta didn't turn to look til she made it to the car.

"He-Hey! What was that?" Salem said loud enough for just Kryta to hear but yet they fell on deaf's ears.

She was too busy looking at the boy who stared right back. He gave her a sorrowful look as she entered the car. Kryta has all her classes with him and in some they sit together. With just that thought a pit began to grow in her stomach into an enormous size.

But hey, at least she's tall!

No, not really, do you know how much it hurts your neck to look down on people?

Kryta ate quickly before heading back to her room where she spends most of her time. She sat at her bed staring at the green walls with a book in hand.

I don't remember where I got this, it may have been from when I went out with Reinhardt, Salem might have dropped this off, or I just found it.

But it's context is quite interesting. It speaks of a world not at all like Deaor. It says something of a country of free, atrocities committed all over the world, one of disasters that occurred long ago that drove the remaining people to evacuate to a whole new solar system?

I really couldn't read the rest as all the letters were jumbled up…

Life here really is hard, especially when you don't know anything about this future.

"Hey! Kryta Dinners ready!"

Kryta groaned as she fell on her bed as she rolled into her blanket. Was she really that hungry to get up?

Sighing, she got up and yelled back, "Coming!"

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Kryta's Journal Entry no.1

My name is Kryta EInz Lancaster and I really don't like most of this world's clothing.

The clothes here are very loose on the body. It feels very revealing and makes me feel very very much so vulnerable. No matter how many layers of clothing you put on it feels so weird. I mean, I did get used to it after I personally chose some undergarments when I went out with Reinhardt. I really miss my dresses and corsets….

At Least the clothes here look good on me. The skirts could be longer but some stockings can help ease the feeling of being exposed.