Matthew had been peacefully sitting on a bench outside next to a water fountain in the shape of an angel, when suddenly A catlike fellow began trudging his way towards the garden, and sat next to Matthew. The man did not seem to have noticed that he was there, and began crying by his side. He, unfamilar to others, found the situation rather awkward, not knowing how to deal with the circumstances layed out to him. However, who to show up to repair the damage than his beloved Angel, who he was certain could assist this strange man with feline features. However, Matthew knew he had to say something, at least in an attempt to allow his heart to escape from the lonely cage it was forced within.

"Is... Is something wrong... sir?"

His eyes were a tad wide, not knowing how the person would retailate. He hoped that his action would not erupt into violence, as he wasn't one to be a part of conflicts.

Alexander looked to Matthew, then to Angel. Slowly he held a hand out to Matthew, his left, since his right was covered in blood from breaking the window in his dorm room during the fight with Ethan. "Do you have space in your dorm? If so, care to be my new friend?" Alexander smiled lightly, studying Matthew for a second, "Also, why did you let her squeeze me like that yesterday?"

Ethan turned. He smirked at Fir. "I'm not going to talk to him, I didn't do anything, I was being his friend, it's not my fault I have so many friends.." Ethan said staring down. "Why don't you just go be with your brothers, he needs you more than anyone, he needs someone.." Ethan slumped closer into the covers, staring at Bella still asleep, she seemed a heavy sleeper, but he didn't mind and he just scowled closing his eyes.

"Oh? So you're saying you have to many friends, as to not care about anyone else? Does that mean you're not doing you're angelic duty, of being there for the let-down, instead of gloating that you have so many friends not to care about -one- of them?" Fir tilted her head to the side, "And he needs 'someone'? Why shouldn't the person to talk to him be a friend? Why not his -only- friend? He hates me and I hate him. But we live with each other." Fir hopped off of Ethan's bed, shaking her head slowly, "And here I thought you were nice."

Ethan felt bad and sat up picking up Fir. "Fine I'll talk to him, but if I don't find him.." Ethan stared down. "I'm sorry Fir, I'm just, I don't like fighting I'm sorry..I didn't mean to be mean.." Ethan laughed a bit under his breath at that comment, but meant it. He smiled holding Fir close. "You just don't go anywhere.." He smiled snuggling her close he stared walking down the hall. "ALEX.." He yelled out softly.

"I think he would go out to the garden, the one that was almost destroyed last night." Fir mumbled it under her breath, looking up at Ethan. "You have strange swings in your mood, don't you?" Fir shook her head and snickered quietly, squirming in Ethan's arms as he held her, "Go check the garden, that's what I suggest... Or, you could follow that." Fir pointed a paw at the blood drops leading down the stairs.

He just smirked. "Oh.." He laughed following the blood. "And mood swings, no!" Ethan said bluntly. He walked following the blood till he stopped staring at Alex. "There you are...." He said smiling. "Listen up you need to stop okay, because well I have a lot of friends, but you are my friend too, and well yeah!" Ethan said staring. "You can't just be like this okay, it's not my fault I have more friends, but maybe if you talked more, you're a great guy, you just need to apply yourself.."

"Ethan?" Alexander turned his attention from Matthew and slowly stood up, "My sister put you up to this, didn't she?" Alex looked back at Matthew and shook his head slowly, then at Angel, "I have friends, but you know, I didn't expect my best friend to act like this." Alexander looked back at Ethan, chuckling slightly. "Alright, alright... I understand. You can't help it if you're popular. And I guess I'll talk more."

Matthew was already perplexed at this latest development, however he was primarly distracted by something else. Cat ears. Yes, it did appear that Alexander had cat ears upon his head. Were they real? An accessory? Truely an interesting sight indeed! He tried his best not to stare, but occasionally his vision would wandered of towards the cat ears once more, only to be forced back to his book after doing so. Matthew knew he himself was not so normal, and thus decided to extend at least a proposition for the catlike man.

"If... if you have any more diffi... difficulties, I can share my do... rm with you, if need be."

Matthew suddenly stood up, finding the current issue far to stressing and awkward for him to bare, and fled the scene, deciding it was best to allow them to speak amongst themselves. He needed to attend his first class anyway, that being Music. Suitcase at his side, he traversed the school until he soon discovered he was quite lost. Poking through various rooms, he found no classroom relevent to the musical arts at all, and soon Matthew began to panic, his gaze meandering around aimlessly as he attempted to find which door would lead to the Music Hall.

First Name: Rochelle
Last Name: Candham
Age: 17
Grade: 11
Race: Human
Powers (if any): Levitation
Background: Rochelle's parents were alwyas negllectful and she ahs gone to Evergreen for many years. her parents oftentimes haven't even come back for her
Personality: shy, submissive, extremely smart
Classes (At least 5 up to 6/must take 'magical skills'): magical skills, Advanced English, Trigonometry, World history, Chinese, Advanced Chemistry
Picture: [IMG]http://www.emmawatsonpictures.org/emma-watson.jpg[img]

((Wow, it's been four months since the last post.))