There was the lightest of movements coming toward the door from the other side. The door opened a crack then opened fully. Mr. GoodFellow was met by the green eyed welcome of the Headmistress.<br/><br/>He wore a smile. A noncommittal smile. The smile that disguised the piercing gaze. The disciplined stance. The easy of movement that belied a primal hunter. It was a smile that hide the coiling of a strike as easily as it hypnotized the victim.<br/><br/>Predators wore such a smile but they, unlike Tristan GoodFellow, showed their fangs.<br/><br/>“Good Morning Headmistress, so very good to see you again,” He said as he entered then closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>He listened as he moved toward the desk and stop as Miss Shaw indicated the student, Astrid.<br/><br/>“Yes, the records seem in good order.” He assured the Headmistress.<br/><br/>There were others in the office.  A bright enough chap named Zachery. Another girl named Charlotte.  He looked them over measuring the level of trouble he might expect and the level of talent they brought to the school.<br/><br/>Then, he looked directly at the girl for the first time. She was a beauty. Raw. Her tone clearly as challenging as her stance. It was just at the edge of fuck you and on the decent side of hello.<br/><br/>“Nice indeed,” He replied in a way that let her decide what he meant.<br/><br/>His eyes with that piercing hawk like gaze focused on her as he spoke in a calm deep tone.<br/><br/>“The question I put to you.  Is Astrid in good order? Have you found your room? Met your mates? Settled in yet?”<br/>