The door opened again, making Ana look up and Tris stiffen. She wasn't ready for this. At all. Looking around, Trisha was surprised to see another Ravenclaw looking back at her. He looked massively familiar – maybe he knew Baldric or Nathan? She had a feeling she was right, but didn't say anything in greeting, instead just offering a slight nod.
“Morning, Mr. Ivanov,” Ana replied, looking between the two students. Caspian was gripping the chair like it would be stolen out from under him while Trisha couldn't seem to stop playing with the fabric of her skirt. Probably in an attempt to keep from having to make eye contact. Ana had never seen two people so massively shy, even in these meetings. It was a bit unnerving, if she was being honest.
“Would you like to take a seat? Get comfortable?” She suggested after a moment, gesturing to the char he was standing behind. Tris glanced over, not having realized he hadn't sat down.
Suddenly, Trisha flushed bright red, turning to look at Ana's desk. He must have been expecting someone else. That or he just didn't want her. That was equally traumatizing. If that was the case, why wouldn't he just say as much and put her out of her misery? Let her be rematched? Her brothers would never let her live this down. And Hayley would threaten the guy's life. The thought made her smile to herself.
Ana waited for Caspian to choose if he was sitting or standing before continuing. “Alright, Trisha. Caspian. Clearly, you know why you are here. Today we need to talk about the next few weeks, administer a fertility test-” Trisha practically choked, but Ana kept going, “-for both of you, and then go over any questions you might have.” She glanced at Tris for a moment, who shrank under the woman's gaze. Ana sighed and leaned back in her chair. “So, the run down for the next few weeks: You'll be given two weeks to get to know each other before you need to have some sort of the plan started for the wedding. By the end of the fourth week, you should have completed the ceremony and be married. After that, you'll have a follow up meeting or two if necessary, but we hope that you will get on well enough not to need those.”
Tris glanced at her match, whose name she had barely caught at the beginning of the speech which was clearly rehearsed. It seemed like Ana didn't like having to give it every hour, but Tris couldn't exactly feel sorry for her.
“Do you have any questions about the timeline? Or concerns in general?” Ana added. Tris shook her head, trying to think over things she could ask. Currently, she was so panicked by the idea of a test being administered on her by Mrs. Levski that she couldn't think.