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Aoife felt Victoria's power pin her against the wall and then felt her throat close, in an effort to live she turned into her skeletal form, a form closer to Death than Nature and it's pathetic necessities.
"Ignorant, just like your father!" She wailed at the girl. "Remember your place in the Realm of Death, child!" She hissed at her. "Your realm is a corner of Hell, not here!" She hissed as Victoria faded. Three of the Banshee maidens approached Aoife.
"What shall we do about her, sister?" Aoife shook her head and sighed.
"The child is young, leave her be." She then returned to her quarters and rested.

Brooklyn smiled as Jonathan left for class. "Good luck on your first day, Jonny!" She called before heading to her first class, music. The current music teacher of Parkwood high was a stuck up bitch, who would literally through people out of the class if she deemed them bad at their chosen instrument. Brooklyn chose her voice, after all it was so harmonious it put an entire race into song.

Marcus rolled his eyes and went back into the school. The corridors were empty and the bell had already rung. He dandered along to his first class and sighed as he opened the door. "Late again, mister Muller." The teacher sighed and handed him a detention slip.
"What's new?" Marcus shrugged and took his seat at the far corner of the room. He scanned the room for Jonathan and scouted Junix with Jonathan. He gave a curt nod to Jonathan and then looked up to the board. He focused his powers and tried to listen in on Junix and Jonathan's conversation, people usually think about the things they say or hear, often repeating them in their mind, hopefully he'd be able to interrupt them if the conversation became dangerous for the Supernaturals of Parkwood, after all both of them had only just arrived and didn't know what was and wasn't public knowledge.