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Karol Angelo

The teacher's lounge had to be the most peaceful room in Fae's Academy, Karol decided. It was warded with several protective spells to ward against pranks and break-ins as well as several silence spells to insulate it from the noise of day-to-day life in the prestigious institution that was full of students that wanted nothing more than for class to be over so they could test their burgeoning powers and engage in parties devoid of decency or sense that would make even the most depraved mortal blush in shame. It was here that he could read St. Augustine's Confessions in its original Latin in peace before his first class of the day.

To tell the truth, Fae's Academy had been his home since he was 16, almost a decade ago. It had proved to be a place of refuge for him when his parents weren't speaking to him as well as a place of discovery as he honed his talents and discovered what God had meant for him to do with his life. Pastor Peter was an excellent tutor and mentor, don't get him wrong, but this was a true place of learning and discernment and when he graduated, all he wanted to do was return, much to his surprise. His parents accepted his gifts, now, of course and he loved them dearly as he loved his home of Atlanta and the people that lived within it. But he loved nurturing young minds and teaching them about Magick and he enjoyed the prayer group he started with their candid discussions and rich faith.

Then there was Kwan. He had mixed feelings about the Spellcraft and Potions Master to put it lightly. He often found them having different views on just about everything from manners to teaching to religion and philosophy to how they handled their students. Then there had been an incident the previous Semester that had left things decidedly disoriented. Not that she was bad-looking, far from it. He found her exotic appearance and grace suited her well. But the fact remained that he had not planned on dispensing with his virginity under the influence of a student's mislabeled love potion or for it to be with her of all people. The morning had proven awkward with a plethora of yelling, accusations, and a duel in their nudity and they had both pretended the incident never happened, an impasse he was quite happy to accept.

He turned a page in his book. He comforted himself with the fact that St. Augustine had engaged in quite a life of debauchery before his conversion, but then, the man hadn't had to deal with workplace tension with the woman he had slept with either.

Aedan McKlellan
Aedan woke up as he normally did, with a groan and a curse about alarm clocks that would have his Ma taking a belt to his backside as apparently the Magickal World still held with corporal punishment. J.K. Rowling got at least one thing right when she implied that they were old-fashioned. He stood up, bare naked and walked to his bathroom, which came with your room when you were a second year and above, thank God. He blushed his teeth, gargled, and spat before looking at himself in the mirror. If there was one thing he hated about his appearance, it was how feminine he looked. Sure, he had bulked up a little in Battle Magick class and he had the body hair that only testosterone could grow, but if one more person implied he was gay, he would sock them in the mouth and lite their hair on fire, in that order.

Of course, there were better things to do to assure others of his heterosexuality and he made sure to do those things often. With that thought, he applied his deodorant, and dressed himself in a simple T-shirt and pair of jeans before heading downstairs and out his dorm-house. His stomach was rumbling and he looked forward to seeing Ever at breakfast. At that thought, he broke out into a not entirely innocent grin. Ever Daniels was the the snarkiest, funnest, and most sexy girl at school and she happened to be Aedan's girlfriend. They clicked as friends almost instantly years ago and had only recently started dating and, to tell the truth, she already topped his few exes by a longshot. They were both big city dwellers and shared the same work ethic and sense of humor. Well, maybe she was slightly more studious than he was, but still.

As he headed into the main building when he heard a bark, he grinned when he saw that it was a familiar Irish Terrier. And by familiar, he meant his familiar. He grinned and pet the dog, kissing his forehead as he jumped on him and licked him.

"Hey Patty! Find any lasses that let you in bed last night?" he teased. Patty barked happily and Aedan grimaced a little.

"Alright, alright. No need to thrill me with the dirty details. I don't like them covered in hair. Or canine. Come on. Let's go see Ever," he told him with a grin as they entered the main building together, finding the cafeteria quickly. He grinned when he saw Ever standing in line for breakfast and deftly cut in line so he stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek.

"Morning, Love."

Ethan Holler

Ethan Holler decided it was a very good morning indeed. The Sun was shining, the garden he found himself in was brimming with life, and he was laying against a tree with a pipe filled with very good weed. And, no, it wasn't the slightly above par stuff you could buy off a dealer for an exorbitant price. This was excellent, grown by yours truly with a bit of Magick and tender loving care of a weed addict. He blew another smoke hole above his head, using his Magick to cause it to stay there along with the many others, giving him a smoky halo.

True, he had a little bit of a headache from the night before, but nothing was better than a full breakfast under your belt and a generous helping of weed to make you feel one with nature. It was an open secret that the Puck students grew and brewed drugs and other "goodies" and the teachers didn't get down on their case. After all, some had been Pucks themselves and as long as they didn't get smoke blown in their face, most teachers didn't care. Professor Angelo may look disapproving when he smelled weed on you, but as Ethan told him before, Jesus made water into wine. He probably grew weed too. It was a must for someone who was great teacher with wild, revolutionary ideas, after all. To his credit, the professor commented politely on his idea before suggesting he return to his test.

He sort of failed it, but that was normal for Ethan. Written tests weren't his specialty. Now practical exams, those were what he aced every time, even in his worst subjects like necromancy. If there was one thing he agreed with Professor Angelo on, it was that necromancy was unnatural. It was creepy, bringing the dead back to life. He could understand saying good bye to your loved ones, but the shades still gave him the shivers. Even worse than bad weed or a spiked drink.

"Speaking of which," he said aloud, "We need another party."

He glanced over at his Familiar, a chipmunk that was currently shivering by a half-eaten mushroom, "Or maybe not. Poor guy... I told you that those smelled dodgy."