Vincent raised an eyebrow when she handed him the binder.

'...she did it.' he thought, opening it up and skimming through it.

'Two reports.' he realized.

"All right, class." he then said.

"These will be graded and returned to you by the end of next week." he told them.

"As this constitutes the equivalent of a final exam, this class will essentially become a study period for your other exams." he then said further.

"So I expect you to make the most of this time." he finished, shooting a glare across the room.

He then looked at the binder that Madison had given him and opened it... he was interested in what she wrote.

Later that evening, Madison was in her apartment, when she heard a knock on her 'front door'.

"Madison? Can I speak with you about your essays?" she heard Vincent call in.

Vincent shook his head.

"Madison." he said.

"Your reports are excellent." he told her.

"Perfect." he went on.

"...almost TOO perfect, one could say." he then said further.

"No, I'm not accusing you of plagiarism or anything like that, far from it." he then quickly assured her. "But some of your info... I'd swear you got it first hand." he went on.

"Especially your report about Adolph Hitler." he then said further.

"One could swear there were parts that could have been written by the man himself."

Vincent froze when he heard that.

"Ah..." he stammered.

"I..." he stuttered further, before shaking his head a little.

"So... you're... a necromancer?" he asked. "One that can summon the souls of the dead." he went on further.

"That explains a lot." he commented.

"About the amazing quality of your work in History... as well as what some of the other students seem to think about you." he continued.

"How long have you been able to use your abilities?" he then asked her.

Vincent just sighed deeply.

"I see." he said.

"That's... not much better, admittedly." he told her.

"Neglect can be just as bad as abuse." he reasoned, before shaking his head slightly.

"Regardless, it's amazing that you've been able to control and utilize your abilities for as long as you have." he then said further, complimented her.

"It shows that you are... well... a prodigy." he told her.

"And here, you can use your abilities freely if you wish." he then said. "I'm a mage as well, so there's no need to hide it or anything like that." he assured her with a smile.

"On a side note, I'm impressed you got Adolph to cooperate... regardless of how... willingly or unwillingly it was..." he then finished.

"I understand." Vincent replied.

"But Madison? You're not alone any longer." he told her.

"No matter what, I'm here for you." he went on.

"Incidentally, you scored perfect on both of your reports." he then said.

"Which means a perfect on your final essay, obviously." he went on.

"Congratulations."

Vincent chuckled.

"Heh, all right." he said.

"A refreshing attitude." he told her.

"Anyway, thank you for informing me as to your sources of information for your papers." he then said with another chuckle.

"I'll leave you be." he went on, before snapping his fingers.

"Oh, I was considering ordering in tonight." he told her.

"Do you wish to partake? And if so, what would you like?" he asked her. "Anything in specific you're craving or desiring?"

"Pasta, eh?" Vincent asked, thinking about it for a moment.

"Yes... yes, I know a place." he said.

"Feeling like anything in specific?" he asked.

"Because the place I know does all kinds of pasta... well, they specialize in it... but they also have a sampler platter for those that can't make up their minds." he told her further. "Oh, and they have an upgraded version meant for sharing." he continued.

"That something you might be interested in?" he asked.

"The sampler has things like spaghetti and spaghettini, lasagna, fettuccine, and a lot of others. The sauce comes separately, save for the lasagna, so you can mix it yourself, and complimentary garlic bread made in-house."

Vincent just smirked.

"That's the beauty of the place." he said.

"That's ALL they do. Custom pasta." he told her.

"Granted, you can choose chef's recommendation and such, but it's purely a build-your-own kind of thing." he went on.

"So alfredo with penne is definitely doable." he assured her.

"You want any sides?" he then asked.

Vincent nodded again.

"Sure." he replied.

"I'd say I'll let you know when it arrives, but... trust me, you'll know." he chuckled.

And sure enough, some time later, she did.

Even downstairs in the basement, she caught a whiff of fresh pasta.

The food had arrived.

Vincent looked over towards her with a grin.

"Indeed it does." he replied.

"It always does when I order from Matteo." he told her.

"Will you be joining me for dinner?" he then asked, unpacking all the food.

"Or will you be taking it downstairs?" he asked further.

"Either one is all right with me."