Chapter7:

I quickened my steps behind him and we entered the building. It didn't take much. Mr Wolfe held open the door for me.       A few more steps and we reached the headmaster's office. Mr Wolfe was holding the mahogany door open for me. With a nervous smile, I stepped forward. The headmaster's office was enclosed by bookshelves, in the centre of the room, there was a desk with three chairs.       My eyes widened to see a young man, not more than twenty-five years old sitting behind the desk. He was handsome. Academy's people should try Hollywood.      He lifted his lashes and looked at us with stormy grey eyes. He smiled, "Donovan," he stood up from behind the desk and extended his hand.        Gosh! He is so tall. I could see his broad shoulders, imagining under a black coat.       Donovan forwarded his hand and took his hand. The surrounding air was calming. I was relaxed but the anxiety never left me.       " You must be Emma. Welcome to the Academy." He extended his hand toward me.