The orb was moving at an eerily slow place, jingling as it went, and brightening more and more as it floated down the dark hallway. Wendy followed right behind, her bare feet thumping quietly as she walked. The candle she held in her hand was dripping and illuminating her.

The ghostly globe flew down the staircase, Wendy enchanted by how it glided down. The globe reached the ground floor and it was eerily quiet. Everything was pitch black with only a dim light and a candle roaming the floor. The orb led her outside and not once did Wendy think of where it was leading her too.

The courtyard was empty, well besides two guards who were guarding the perimeter. One on the south and the other on the north. The grass tickled her exposed feet and the sphere began to fly faster behind the building.

She ran, feeling refreshed as the cool wind hit her face ever so softly. The orb went to the old, rusty ladder and began to ascend. She put down the candle on the ground, blowing it off.

She was reckless and excited, so she grabbed onto the ladder and began to climb up. The ladder released a loud groan and she stopped for a second, but the orb did not. She climbed faster and it went too fast. It got lost once it reached the roof.

Wendy was confused, but decided to still climb up. Her naked feet felt cold as she went up. Wendy finally reached the roof and two black silhouettes were seen. The orb was gone and she went quiet. They did not hear and thus she walked further.

With the moon shining down, she saw it was a girl and a boy. More specifically, Florence and Peter. Florence's honey brown hair reaching down her back and her head was on his shoulder.

Surely, Sébastien would be infuriated at the sight of his Florence with someone else.

So she stayed and listened, for Sébastien only.

"Why does she interest you so much?" Florence asked quietly.

"Because she's endlessly engaging. It is certainly unexplainable, but believe me, it's something that's magical."

"Croyez-vous en la magie (Do you believe in magic)?"

"I believe there is magic out here in this world. Very small amount, but nonetheless there is magic."

"What kind of magic do you think there is out there?"

"There several, but there's the strongest one of all. No other than true love." He said it was such tranquility and sweetness, Wendy's heart melted on the spot.

"Do you think there's magic between you and me?" Florence's voice flared something quiet and deep inside Wendy.

"I think we share a nice friendship." He was blunt and direct and Flo sat up now.

"Je pense que nous faisons trop (I think we do too)."

Wendy felt at ease as she saw that Florence meant no harm. She began to go down, feeling as if she lost something once she saw the orb was no more. She began to descend down the creaky stairs. The ladder now seemed looser than usual and it creaked louder.

How odd, how loose could a ladder get in under a minute? She bravely still put down another foot down. The ladder creaked louder and Peter shouted out,

"Who's there?"

She bit her lip and tried to go down faster. The coppery ladder began to go back. She let out a short scream as it began to fall back. Suddenly, the orb appeared again and she felt something cold and skinny muffle her scream. Someone grabbed the ladder and pulled it back into place.

She was scared and clutched onto the ladder hard. She looked up and saw Peter with his sea green eyes clouded with worry.

"Who's there?" A guard shouted and Wendy flinched. Peter signaled to climb back up and she hesitantly climbed up the ladder first.

"Il ya une bougie ici, Lance. Venez regarder (There's a candle here, Lance. Come look)!" A guard ushered the other as she finally reached the the near top of the ladder. Peter pulled her up and ladder went flying back. She was dangling on the edge and surprisingly, she felt amazing.

The excitement rushing through her was accelerating. She was smiling so big as her legs dangled. A quite loud bang was heard as the ladder fell onto the ground.

"Putain Saint! Lance, ce que vous pensez que c'était? Dieu, ce foutu échelle m'a fait peur de mon esprit (Holy damn! Lance what you think that was? God, that damn ladder scared me out of my wits)!" The night watchman yelled in alarm.

Peter pulled Wendy up quickly and he landed roughly on his back with Wendy over him. Her nightgown was hiked up to her mid thighs and he felt red as he sensed her bare legs.

Her chestnut fell over her angelic face and she relied on her arms as she began to get up. His breath was caught in his throat as he studied her trying to get up.

"I'm awfully sorry." She whispered and realized that she was on him. She blushed furiously and rolled off him. He sat up, shaking his head. Florence stood there, gazing at the two, biting her inner cheek.

She stood up and her pale nightgown fell back down her knees. She put her hair behind her ears and felt embarrassed as the two studied her.

"What were you doing here?" Florence asked bitterly.

"I came here to smoke a cigarette, but I saw the roof was taken." Wendy bit back.

"Where are your cigarettes, then? Huh?" Florence crossed her arms, shooting the question like a bullet.

"Hidden in the valley, like every other woman hides her things." She shot back perfectly.

"Valley?" Peter asked innocently, standing up behind Wendy.

"In her breasts, Peter." Florence said as if it was nothing leaving Peter uncomfortable.

"What are you doing here?" Wendy fired a question at Florence who took a bit too long to answer.

"Aucun de votre entreprise (None of your business)."

"I thought you were down in the dorm asleep." Wendy crossed her arms, gazing at Florence.

"Sorry mother, I'm afraid I too have a life. You're not the only one with secrets, Wendy."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wendy walked closer and Florence did too.

"You're not the only one who hides things, Wendy. I know about the drawer and the things in it."

"You went through my things?" She shouted and Peter from behind quieted her down. He softly touched her wrists from behind. Her head against his chest and he whispered into her ear,

"Wendy, calm down. Let's take you to bed."

His hot breath tickled her, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She slowly moved her wrists from his hold.

"Stop it, Peter." She said hotly and her heart thudded hard against her chest.

"Wendy-" Flo was more sincere, but Wendy burned inside once more. The fire inside her chest restarted.

"How dare you go through my things!"

"Je suis désolé (I'm sorry). It slipped my mouth, and the curiosity killed me, Wendy. I had to know."

"W-What did you see?" Wendy stuttered walking closer, leaving the warmth of Peter.

"J'ai vu le journal et le carnet de croquis.(I saw the journal and the sketch pad)." Flo was quiet and bowed her head.

"I can't believe you." Wendy's voice was barely audible and she breathed unevenly. She turned to face, Peter."

"Can you walk me to my dorm?"

"I thought you were walking me to my dorm, Pete." Florence asked.

"I'll walk you both to the dorms." Peter suggested and Wendy shook her head.

"I don't want anything to do with privacy invader."

"Wendy." Flo groaned quietly and Wendy ignored her.

"Just wait, Florence." Peter said and began to lead Wendy to the door on the roof.

"Êtes-vous sérieux (Are you serious)?" Florence sounded hyped and Peter just ignored her, opening the door and letting Wendy in first. He closed the iron door after himself and began to walked her down the dark hallway.

"I can't see anything." Wendy whispered and Peter grinned in the dark,

"I can fix that, but one condition."

"What is it?"

"'You cannot be afraid and you cannot ask anything regarding it."

"Alright?"

He got out a box of matches, slid the match on the wall, and soon it began to burn.

"Are you serious?" Wendy deadpanned and Peter let out a humorous laugh.

"What did you expect?" He asked still holding the match in his hand, walking down the hallway.

"I'm very lucky my dorms in this floor." She said silently and Peter shook his head.

"No, no, we were talking about what you expected for me to pull out a magical orb?" Peter stuck out the match more, letting Wendy see the dorm numbers.

"Yes, actually. I saw one earlier and I followed it." She paused for a second once she read his expression, "I sound terribly mad! I'm sorry, perhaps it was nothing, but a dream."

He shook his head, a smug smile creeping onto his lips, "I think it was a fairy you saw, Wendy."

She finally reached her dorm, and opened the unlocked door, "Would you like a candle?"

He nodded and she quietly creeped inside with Peter behind her. The match was burning out, leaving the room still dark as night. She walked across the room, and found her set of candles.

She grabbed his match and lit it, while saying, " A fairy? Why there's no such thing as a-

He clamped his hand over her lips, leaving her stunned. He whispered very carefully, looking at her straight in the eye,

"Every time someone says that a fairy somewhere falls down dead."

She never realized how gorgeous his eyes really were. And how they familiar they seemed too.

She nodded as he slowly lifted his hand away from her pink plum lips.

One girl stirred loudly in her bed, another sat up frightened, and the door swung open to reveal Miss Guillory with a lantern swinging in her hand.

"Wendy Darling and Peter Young!" She shouted angrily and the rest of the girls laying in bed sat up, giving each other very concerned looks.

"I did not expect this from you , Wendy Darling." The old big man paced back and forth shaking his head in clear disappointment. Her palms were sweaty and she was rubbing them against her plaid skirt, over her thighs.

Peter had an annoyed expression plastered on his face, leaning on his elbow with his chin over it. He looked ever so bored, as the academy's principal ranted on about how a young man his age should not be in a girl's dorm this late at night.

"But nothing happened!" Wendy exasperated and she was shot a dirty look by the old man who was red beet, the vein in his forehead popping and pumping out.

"Because Miss Océane came in. Wendy Darling, you are suspended of your travelling privileges for this week, vous avez décroché très facilement (you got off the hook very easily), only because I know it is a one time thing, am I right?" He leaned over his wooden desk, staring at her in such an uncomfortable way, she squirmed the slightest, but nodded and repeated after him,

"You're right, sir."

"And you Peter Young!" He pointed towards Peter who did not flinch at all, but only looked up to him, his eyes fluttering.

"What?"

"Attitude ! Watch your tone when you are talking to me, Young." He slammed his hands angrily on the desk, the papers flying off.

"What did I say?" Peter retorted, his hands flying up.

"No talking back unless you want to be suspended from your privileges for a month." He fumed, his teeth gritting.

Peter was about to sigh, but he simply nodded, only because Wendy gave him a pleading look.

"What is my punishment, sir?" Peter asked as if he was very concerned.

"No traveling rights, for this week. And perhaps forty eight hours of helping in the kitchen." The angry red was being washed away slowly, the vein going back into place.

"Florence!" He called in, and the door slowly creaked open, a girl peeping in.

"Yes?" She said in a very hushed voice.

"Come in, Florence." She slipped in and closed the door quietly. She hung her head as she walked closer to the desk, in between Peter and Wendy.

"Florence, do you think Peter deserves forty eight hours of helping in the kitchen?" He asked, and Peter and Wendy turned to her. Her head shot up, and she shook her head,

"No, sir. None of them deserve any punishment, it was all a misunderstanding!" She pleaded and he shook his head, putting his hand up.

"That's enough, thank you, Florence. You can leave." She sighed and left the room, slamming the door shut.

"This week, you are not going into Paris. You two will stay and help out or you will write a five to eight page essay on what you have learned. Am I clear?"

"Crystal." Wendy replied for both of them and they both stood up, and walked out the door.

The office wasn't very busy. The women of the office were drinking tea and eating cookies, and others were on their typewriters. Typing away, their thin manicured fingers moving swiftly, their glasses on the bridge of the nose.

Wendy lead Peter out of the office, fixing her black blazer as she walked down the empty halls.

"I'm sorry, you know?" He muttered and she nodded.

"I said it's okay, didn't I?" She said quietly, and a fluorescent light peered in from the food hall, chattering and blabbering inaudible.

"I bet your boyfriend's mad at me." He grinned so wide, Wendy scoffed and laughed as she opened the door slightly to get in.

"You sound delighted." She rose her eyebrow and spotted her friends, in the very middle of the food hall.

"And he isn't my boyfriend." She added. She waved small hello's as she passed by the tables in rows.

"Sure looks like it." He poked and she rolled her eyes.

"Wendy! Peter! Tell us everything." Cécile purred scooting closer to Colette so they could sit down after them.

"What is to tell?" Wendy grabbed the apple on Cécile's tray and chewed quietly as Peter grinned, sharing a look with Florence.

"What were you doing with my Wendy, Peter?" René said through gritted teeth and Peter shook his head,

"Nothing. And your Wendy?" He raised an eyebrow and Wendy rolled her eyes.

"I'm not anyone's Wendy, but Cécile's." Cécile winked at her and nibbled on her cookie.

"Florence, what exactly happened?" Colette asked.

"Well Peter and Wendy had left, and I heard Océane shout 'who's there?' I tried running away, but she caught my arm and started to drag and lecture me about how late it was for a school night." She sighed and went on,"She busted in before I could even stall her. I'm terribly sorry Wendy and Peter."

Wendy smiled at her and shook her head, "It wasn't your fault at all."

"Wendy!" From across the cafeteria, Harvey shouted waving excitedly. She waved back and Alice and Harvey began to make their way towards their table.

"Isn't that your ex boyfriend?" Colette whispered and Wendy almost spit out her apple,

"You're truly mad, aren't you?"

"If isn't Notre Dame's bad girl." Harvey teased running his hand through his soft hair. She groaned and shook her head.

"Who are you?" Peter questioned and Harvey turned to look at Peter.

"Hey new guy that sneaked into Wendy's dorm late at night to have adventures full of lust, I am Harvey Clifton and this is my partner in crime, Alice Brown from Wonderland."

"Harvey!" Alice and Wendy shouted and the rest laughed, their warm and humorous laughs filling the cafeteria all at once. Well everyone laughed, but René.

Wendy blushed and the crimson climbed up to her ears and down her neck.

"You're Wendy's Peter Pan! I told you I had found him, did I not?" He ran his hand down Wendy's cheekbone, a smirk playing his thin lips.

She swatted his hand off her and turned around, Cécile giggling at how Harvey winked at her.

"I'm Wendy's Peter Pan." René butted in, and Harvey shook his head.

"Nope. I believe, no I know that Peter Young is our Peter Pan for our Wendy Darling!" He joked and Peter was skeptical about everything.

He was surely confused, did they legitimately believe that Peter Pan was real and that they knew that he was Peter Pan? Or was it saying?

He then proceeded to ask, "You guys believe in Peter Pan?"

"As much as we believe Alice is from Wonderland. Go on, Alice. Tell Peter your last wonderful and troublesome journey." Harvey insisted and Alice just hit softly on the shoulder.

"He's messing with you."Alice went on, fixing her black headband, "Harvey says that even though you can't see something doesn't mean it's not real."

"My life motto actually." He smirked and pulled on his grey blazer.

"Why do you think Alice is from Wonderland?" He asked very interested and the others thought about how naive he was.

"Look at her for an instant. That long blonde hair and those deep blue eyes. When she first came to the academy, she was wearing a blue dress and talked pure nonsenses. I'm going to let you all in for a little secret." He said and they all leaned closer.

"I think the characters from fairy tales are escaping their stories."

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