It seemed she had been late, or had the others not shown? It was often difficult to tell these things as she has indeed checked the isle though nearly an hour after the stated time to do so. Though the fault was not her own it would not do to make excuses, nor would they be accepted she was certain. The siren pursed full lips in a scowl. "Not, do, this. Tsk, tsk.." The whisper was customary even when there were no others around, it was bad form to take chances and if perchance a stray student happened around a corner and fell thrall what would the faculty think? Or the other students? They would instantly be aware of her power and that would dull the edge of it. No, better she keep it honed and deadly than risk carelessness. The scroll was held in a clawed hand, while the other rose to tap lips gently still pursed. She moved down the hallway now, to the casual or careless onlooker for all the wold she seemed oblivious, though this was hardly the case. Briefly she recognized the scuttling form of the student she'd 'saved' from Jolie's attentions those weeks ago, though she was too preoccupied to see her. Just as well, she preferred the solitary ways. Though the Master of enchantment, now his attention was interesting at least. Though at first she'd seen no reason at all to humor him, he had clearly stated his intentions and desires and like any other male he had instantly garnered her disdain. Since then he had demonstrated skill that while not attracting her to him, did pique her interest in that she was greatly attracted to power and he offered the means to the end. Margot was noted in the hallway, leaning almost dramatically against a wall while shamelessly batting her lashes at some other male she was even less familiar with. Almalthia noted Margot seemed even more emaciated than usual. Briefly she wondered if the girl would break as easily as the reed she so closely resembled. Then again why break a reed when they were so much more useful bent? She paused, watching the pair a moment, the conversation seemed to be meaningless smalltalk, rumors about whom was sleeping with whom, and what other nasty little secrets the small minded would delight in the spreading of. Vaguely she was reminded of a plague rat. Margot was much the same. Small-minded vermin who likely would do anything if properly motivated. The self pitying deluded vampire might be fun to toy with but for now she melted back watching, listening. After all, knowledge was power and learning a thing or two before approaching one's intended prey was wise. The dueling was forgotten for now as the wheel of her mind began to spin, a plan formulating. She needed a lacky, someone who would unknowingly be manipulated by her, be a puppet, and this simpering creature seemed perfect. When the male finally did take his leave it was Almalthia who melted from the shadows, moving with the sensual allure of a predator. Those eviscerating teeth framed by lips so sensual the onlooker might dare risk the teeth for a taste, or perhaps welcome death if it meant this creature would touch them. She did not touch Margot however, rather stopped a few feet from her, eyes flickering enticingly. "Margot, yes? Lovely, yes pretty name. Must tell, why so morose? She knew Margot's self loathing, everyone did. And knew how she romanticized about it simultaniously. Margot's eyes widened a little in surprise at the sudden appearance of the Siren. "I'm not." Haughtily. "Get away from me." Almalthia shrugged nonchalantly. "Suit self. Might been interesting help you. Grant perhaps more interested..." She trailed off to allow that to sink in. She knew Margot fancied him. "What about Grant?!" Her tone a little more harsh than she'd intended. Almalthia turned back, smiling almost sweetly. "Know you want. Can give what need, get..." These words purred softly to the vampire. A chill went up even her cold spine. "And what would you want in return?" Suspicious as ever. "Nothing. Satisfaction see you succeed. Is not enough? Suppose could call in favor.." Margot instantly regretted her query, narrowing her eyes. "Alright, Help me if you can." She didn't even realize the siren's lure had pulled her in, allowing her to think she was resisting, think she was making the choice herself. And she never noticed the light tingle of arcana as those claws sank into frail arms. When her world went black, her dreams were vivid, lustful and she could clearly see her desires. Power. Beauty. Charm. And Him. She awoke in her own room many hours later alone and vaguely confused. Had she dreamed the encounter? But the light marks on her arms told her no...
