Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2013 19:58:36 GMT -8
What time was is? Just after lunch. Perfect. She had plenty of time to meet up with him. Sebastian and Integra had been set up for a one on one duel practice. Integra loved these sessions. No distractions, no one watching, and they allowed her to loosen up and let go of aggression she bottled up so as not to be expelled for hexing people in the corridors. Which she did anyway. Their little Christmas trip to Italy had been a real breath of fresh air. But the second her feet were back on Scottish soil, she could feel her blood pressure sky rocket.
To say that she was looking forward to this little practice would be a colossal understatement. So as she looked back to her reflection from her watch, Integra fixed her hair and grabbed up her bag throwing it over her shoulder and hurrying out the girls loo down the corridor. The pleats of her skirt swayed with her hips as she walked quickly. She'd kill to be back on holiday again. So much time had been spent with just Rabastan, soaking up his attention. He'd been feeling better and this made her over joyed. The time they had to relax and just get rid of their worry allowed them to actually enjoy each other. After November, and after their vacation, Integra felt closer to him than ever.
She knew however, that control of her emotions and abilities was a very real necessity. Practice would help that greatly. Integra's face looked concentrated and almost vacant as she made her way through the castle and up the stairs. She was running over hexes that wouldn't kill him or do him any serious harm. This task was actually a little harder than she thought it was going to be. Most of her on hand curses were not friendly in the slightest and she would have actually felt a little bad sending Sebastian to the infirmary. She liked the boy well enough and had gotten along just fine with him through their years here at the school.
Finally she made it to the empty classroom she'd specified for practice and found she was a few moments early. That was odd. She was hardly ever early. Perfectly on time, sure. A minute or two behind was more like her style. But early was next to unheard of. Looking around she sighed and dropped her bag in a chair hopping up on the desk lighting up a smoke and waiting with her ankles crossed. The cigarette was an interesting distraction she'd picked up from Rabastan that wasn't becoming, but she also wasn't doing anything to get rid of it. Haphazardly flicking the ashes to the floor she looked up at the sound of the door opening and smoothed her skirt smiling at the face in the doorway.