Hannibal and the school girl
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Category:
S through Z › Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal/Red Dragon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,785
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal, and/or Red Dragon, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hannibal and the school girl
I don't own Hannibal, I just wish I did.
Ferni hated the first day of school. Everyone was so awkward. People treated her like some sort of freak. The French were usually very accepting, but this is Highschool, and everyone is usually a jerk.
Ferni was tall, thin, and had lovely brown skin. That seemed to mock her green eyes, her black hair was always kept in a pony tail. She was plain in comparison to the rest of the girls. Who went out of their way to make themselves look attractive. She hated that about herself. Feeling her plain presence was marring the beauty of her place of birth.
He stepped through the hallways of the school. He had been given a tour and knew exactly where he was going, there weren't alot of students in the halls just yet. Mostly the freshman who didn't know where they were going.
His intense gaze scanned he hallways from his perch on the balcony. His name now was Pro. Michaels, and he was the teacher of poetry at the L'ecole de Baudelaire. He smiled, wondering which of these students would give him a reason to dislike them first.
"Pro. Michaels!" He turned swiftly and was met by the headmaster. "I trust you are finding your way well."
"Yes, sir. I have not lost myself yet."
"Good." He looked over his shoulder and waved. Michaels turned and saw a girl staring at them. He looked at hard, and knew he hadn't seen her before. But for some reason she seemed amazed at the sight of him.
"Come here Ferni." She looked uneasy as she made her way towards the headmaster. Michaels (lecter) eyed this young girl. She wasn't over 15, but she seemed to carry herself with great pride and certainty.
"This is Pro. Michaels. He'll be teaching your poetry class." She looked at him sternly, and shook his hand.
They gripped each other strongly and he knew something was amiss.
"Welcome monseuir, i hope that you are not prone to lectures." He looked at her questionably and did not like the intonation she placed on that word.
"Headmaster, i have to go. I don't wish to be late." He waved her off and she turned on her heals and walked away.
"She's our best student by far. I wish i knew half of what she knew." The Headmaster took his leave and left him alone. Michaels looked over the balcony, and as she walked down the stairs, she looked up and winked.
"We'll have to find out just what she knows." He smiled and stroked the blade inside his sleeve.
Ferni hated the first day of school. Everyone was so awkward. People treated her like some sort of freak. The French were usually very accepting, but this is Highschool, and everyone is usually a jerk.
Ferni was tall, thin, and had lovely brown skin. That seemed to mock her green eyes, her black hair was always kept in a pony tail. She was plain in comparison to the rest of the girls. Who went out of their way to make themselves look attractive. She hated that about herself. Feeling her plain presence was marring the beauty of her place of birth.
He stepped through the hallways of the school. He had been given a tour and knew exactly where he was going, there weren't alot of students in the halls just yet. Mostly the freshman who didn't know where they were going.
His intense gaze scanned he hallways from his perch on the balcony. His name now was Pro. Michaels, and he was the teacher of poetry at the L'ecole de Baudelaire. He smiled, wondering which of these students would give him a reason to dislike them first.
"Pro. Michaels!" He turned swiftly and was met by the headmaster. "I trust you are finding your way well."
"Yes, sir. I have not lost myself yet."
"Good." He looked over his shoulder and waved. Michaels turned and saw a girl staring at them. He looked at hard, and knew he hadn't seen her before. But for some reason she seemed amazed at the sight of him.
"Come here Ferni." She looked uneasy as she made her way towards the headmaster. Michaels (lecter) eyed this young girl. She wasn't over 15, but she seemed to carry herself with great pride and certainty.
"This is Pro. Michaels. He'll be teaching your poetry class." She looked at him sternly, and shook his hand.
They gripped each other strongly and he knew something was amiss.
"Welcome monseuir, i hope that you are not prone to lectures." He looked at her questionably and did not like the intonation she placed on that word.
"Headmaster, i have to go. I don't wish to be late." He waved her off and she turned on her heals and walked away.
"She's our best student by far. I wish i knew half of what she knew." The Headmaster took his leave and left him alone. Michaels looked over the balcony, and as she walked down the stairs, she looked up and winked.
"We'll have to find out just what she knows." He smiled and stroked the blade inside his sleeve.