[Freya Locksley]

Freya Locksley was hunched over her desk in a less than poised manner as she scrawled furiously across the pad of stationary paper in front of her. Her red locks were knotted back, but the few loose tendrils falling into her line of vision couldn't be bothered with. Whatever she was writing required her full attention and it even drew a frightening level of intensity to it. Finally, she viciously stabbed her i's and slashed her t's, jamming the pen back into it's cup as she raised the paper in her hands and admired the fine, italic cursive that neatly filled the page. Freya couldn't help the growing smile on her face as she reread her favorite bits of text before tearing the sheet free from the rest.

She had just finished filing away the latest student files in the cabinet tucked in one corner of the office when Freya received the most unnecessarily patronizing letter from some fellow Elite who thought her project was all wrong and useless. Well, Freya immediately lashed back with a letter of her own, of course, and was now sending that letter away via her bottom desk drawer. Dropping the piece of mail into the otherwise empty space, she shut it just as a student appeared in the doorway. Freya looked up, folding her hands on her desk in a calm manner, "Well, it's you! How can I help you today?" She asked, jumping straight to business. "You wouldn't be having any first day jitters, would you?"

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[Jules Sinclair]

Now where were those keys? Jules knew he had been given keys to his room. For that matter, he couldn't even remember which room he was supposed to go to. What was he supposed to do? Was the poor blonde boy supposed to walk around the school until his room found him? He thought not. So after trying to get help from the general staff he decided to go to the headmaster, or rather, headmistress. See, he would have been able to get help had he known which room he was supposed to be going to. But since he had no idea of where he belonged, or how to get in once he got there, he was left wandering towards the headmistress. Maybe it would be good to see her on the first day, remind her who he was. Of course with poor Jules's luck she would see him a lot and this wasn't exactly what he would call perfect circumstances. But he was going to make the most of it.

A nervous smile spread over Jules's face. "Jitters?" he said, curiously. Jules was in an old green t-shirt and a pair of jeans with two holes where the knees should have been. Jules stopped smiling for a moment. "Oh, jitters? What? No? I'm lost." he took a deep breath, desperately trying to collect his thoughts. He was making a horrible impression on the headmistress, he couldn't believe this. "I mean I've lost something. I'm not lost, I'm here." He closed his eyes for a moment, he knew he was talking fast and sounding ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, I've seemed to misplaced my key to my room and if it's possible, I've misplaced my room." Jules looked at her, his face getting slightly red. He did hope she could help him quickly. The faster she was able to point him towards his room with some way of getting, well then the sooner he could leave this office and stop feeling like he was about to fall apart due to nerves. The truth was that Jules really did want to do well here. He wanted to live up to this woman's expectations. Jules didn't want to be a disappointment to anyone.

[Freya Locksley]

Freya stared blankly at the boy, slowly processing what it was that he had just said. It took her a moment to understand that he had lost his keys and he didn't know where his room was. She looked at him thoughtfully, tapping her finger idly on the desktop before she slid a binder of papers over from the corner of her desk. Freya was fairly familiar with this one and his history. He had originally caught her eye because he wasn't exactly the best love angel out there and now and then she wondered if he really knew what was going on. It was rather amusing to see him in this kind of disoriented state as he babbled and grew tinted cheeks. Freya rose from her seat and approached him with a meticulous stare, circling him once before moving over to the front of her desk. There really wasn't any point to the mini inspection, but she liked to try her hand at intimidating the students now and then.

"No need to be so tense," She said with a rather mischievous smile, lifting the binder off of her desk and cradling it in her arm. "I've already released all my hostile emotions for the day, so I'm not going to bite you or anything. And it's perfectly ok to have jitters, you know. Everyone has them." Freya was already leafing through the pages of the dorm directory. "But I'm sure that you will do spiffingly, Mr..." She paused, raising her gaze to look at him again. "Now what is your name, dear?" Freya had only a hint of what it might be, but she couldn't even formulate it into anything remotely close to his name. Usually she would be able to take a guess and be fairly on point, but it was the beginning of the year and she had had a rough morning.

[Jules Sinclair]

It was easy for her to say that there was no need to be tense. It wasn't her chance at heaven that was in the balance. Of course Jules didn't remember any of his life before becoming an angel, but he was betting that nothing was ever as important as the task in front of him now. What was worse was that it wasn't just his chance at happiness he was playing with? What if he somehow made a bad match? He could completely ruin the life of two innocent people. What would happen then? Surely he would be punished. But how was he to know which match was right and which was wrong? It was enough to give any angel jittery wings. But Jules pulled himself back to earth (figuratively speaking) and looked back at the headmistress. He smiled. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a little nervous." He stopped talking and looked at the ground for a moment before bringing his blue eyes to look at Miss Locksley again.

"My name?" he asked, "Oh, my name is Sinclair, Jules Sinclair." This woman was very comforting. She had something about her that just put Jules to ease. Well, as to ease as he could get at this time of great tension. He was so excited to get to his room and just relax. He wasn't going to start planning matches, or that awful paper. No, he was just going to enjoy being on the earth again. Of course first he'd have to get his key and directions to such a room.

As Jules watched the headmistress he wondered what he should do to make sure that this didn't happen again. How in the world would he keep track of this key? Maybe he'd put it in the same pocket every time so that no matter what he'd be able to look in that pocket. But what if he lost his pants? This was going to be a challenging year indeed.

[Freya Locksley]

"Sinclair, Sinclair," Freya murmured, navigating her way through the book until she finally came up with his page. The name was ringing bells in her head now and all she had to do was figure out where she had heard it before. It must have been a few months back when she was back at the agency going about her morning errands. Ah, it was all coming back to her crisp and clear now. Freya had run into her old classmate who was spending some time teaching the newest batch of love angels. This was the boy who tried to match a pair of siblings much to his poor teacher's horror. Freya looked up at him, fighting a smile at the thought of it and found the picture of it not too unbelievable.

"Ah, well I have you right here, Mr. Sinclair. You are on the third floor, room 302," She said, pinching the book closed and walking around the edge of her desk. Pulling a key from her pocket, she poked it into a small keyhole in the red cabinet behind her and twisted it until there was a telltale click of a mechanism. Freya swung it open and scanned the rows once before plucking a key on a plastic keychain with a single finger. "Here it is, Mr. Sinclair, now I hope you'll be able to keep this one around for a while. And you do at least know where Flint House is, right?"

Freya closed the door again and put the key back in her pocket before moving back over to Jules. "I wasn't the best trainee there was when I was at your stage," She said holding the key out to him. "I wasn't very much conventional either, but as long as you go out there and make a match you'll be set. Be alert, watch your peers, and take note of what they do. Then if you still think you're in trouble, I'm here to help, even though this is technically a test."

[Jules Sinclair]

"Third floor, room 302, third floor, room 302, third floor, room 302." repeated Jules, over and over. "I'm a very forgetful individual." said Jules. "Or so I've been told." Jules liked to think of it more in terms of the world being overly complicated, not him being difficult. He believed there were only so many things one could remember and the world was filled with way to many things to fit. No matter how he hard he tried. No matter how many post it notes he put around, somehow Jules always forgot something. It was awful. It always seemed to be the most important things that he forgot. Of course he tended to forgot non important things too, but those things he didn't get in trouble for, so he rarely realized he forgot them in the first place.

"Thanks." said Jules with a nod when she offered her help and guidance. He was sure that Headmistress Locksley was a fine trainee. He just couldn't believe she was nearly as bad a mess as he was. There was no way she could have gotten so far if she was. It was just a fact. Jules was ready to leave the office. He was looking forward to crawling into his bed, throwing all is stuff in the room and finally feeling like he was home. But one last thought grabbed him as he was turning to leave. He opened his mouth and a little noise came out. But Jules decided not to ask it. He didn't want to know. So he started again to walk towards the door. The question however kept tugging him back. He could almost feel it, pulling on his shirt, begging him to turn around and speak what was on his mind. Jules was only able to resist for another step before he gave up and turned.

"Miss Locksley?" he said, tentatively. "What happens if we don't make a match?" He took a step towards her. "Not because we're not trying, but just because we weren't meant to be love angels? What happens then? Do we get a second chance? Do we become a different kind of angel? Or..." Jules couldn't bring himself to ask it. He really didn't want to know if hell was the answer. It just didn't seem fair. "What if an angel tried really, really, hard." Joe shook his head for a moment, his hair flung forward. It was like he was trying to shake away bad ideas. "I mean really hard and wasn't able to do it? What happens to me, I mean him?" Jules looked at Locksley, for once there was no smile on his face, just anticipation for her answer.