"You can't possibly mean to allow this!" shouted a well-dressed man to the woman calmly seated behind a thick oak desk. "One of their kind has not been allowed to the academy in decades. They aren't suited to mingle with us."
"Mr. Perrin, I have no intention of allowing you or your faction to dictate what goes on within my school," the woman leaned forward with her arms on the desk. "Furthermore, the Queen's Law dictates that any must be given a chance to attend this school. Though they must still pass the challenges to prove they are a fit match. If you wish to dispute this or try to deny this applicant further I will report you to one of her majesty's judges. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"
Perrin blanched at the icy tone and laden threat. "But.." He started to reply. "Perrin!" she snapped, "This matter is closed. All I want to hear from you is that you understand me." A look of hatred and disgust briefly raged with the obvious fear within Perrin, before the fear succeeded. "Understood, Principal Ediva." Perrin turned and stalked from the room. Once the door closed and the sounds of his footsteps receded Ediva let out a long sigh.
"Same as always, eh Eda?" a deep baritone spoke up from the corner of the room. "That pig and his filth cause me no end of grief," Ediva massaged her temples. "I am sure this isn't the last I will hear of this. What do you think though Jekcht? I am sure they will try to pull something."
The man called Jekcht stepped forward into the light. In contrast to the academic dress of Ediva he wore a heavy leather jacket with a large two-handed sword over his shoulder. His mangy black hair unevenly trimmed was tied back in a tight knot. His brown eyes met the green of Ediva's and he gave a shrug. "That sort isn't the kind to willingly give up. Though I feel confident my student can take it."
Ediva gave a small smile seeing the smile touch Jekcht's face when talking about his pupil. The man did not smile much and she had never seen him so happy for or proud of someone. "Well, as someone who will be having to oversee him carefully. Is there anything I should know about officially or not? I know you raised the boy for Iva, but beyond that, I don't know much."
At the mention of Iva, Jekcht's smile sobered. "Aye, truth be told I don't know much either on the record. Off the record though..." His eyes glance to the room and back to Ediva hinting to his unspoken question. Is it safe to talk here?
Ediva gave a slight tilt of her head towards the door. "Not much to say either, other than the kid really loves the ladies," again a small fond smile was upon Jekcht's lips. "If that concludes our business, what say we get some drinks together and catch up on old times?" Ediva gave a nod, put away the papers on her desk, and locked it. She took Jekcht's proffered arm and they left without much more said.
Sometime after they left the shadows seemed to take on a life of their own. Wriggling, and writhing until someone stood forth from within in them. It was hard to tell from his appearance if had always been in the room or not. His face was masked with shadow, save for his clear blue eyes.
He strode calmly over to the desk and checked that it was locked. Unperturbed he held his hand before the keyhole and spoke is a soft silken tone. "Malech." A pool of shadow formed on his hand and a thin tendril slid into the lock. After a brief moment the audible click of a lock could be heard and the unknown figure opened the desk and took out the last folder in it.
He traced his finger across the name atop a student file. Ehlorence Wynter. His eyes scanned over the pages quickly as he flipped through. The scanning paused as he heard the sounds of someone approaching. Unhurried he placed the document back and relocked the desk using the same shadowy tendril. As he slowly melted below the desk into a pool of shadow a maid opened the door for cleaning. Oblivious and unaware that anyone had been in the room.