Daylight was on its deathbed when Hale strolled back into view. The academy glowed in the impending doom of Ceremony and its chosen evening. From seven PM forward, the night was held by the event. Nightfall would belong to the academy, just for those mere hours of darkness. Robichaux would cloak itself in an imperative and winsome shield, Cordelia would merely twist her wrist and crane a few fingers to make it so. Then, no one would make it in. And no one would get out.
His pout lips emitted smoke that crawled into the upper atmosphere to escape him. This was part of his plan, as he was already dressed for Ceremony with only five or so minutes left before the so called rite began. Heād hate to show up stinking of menthol, politely dapping kisses on hands and cheeks only to leave a lingering stain of tobacco. There was pep in his stride, nothing new there. There was a small flask in the pocket of his slim fit slacks, again, nothing new. A pressed crew neck sweater was pulled over his torso as he made it to the entrance, thinnest fabric possible, mind you. He liked to preserve a certain clean image for Ceremony, and Ceremony only. All that could be seen of his body illustration was a small trace of black cursive on his neck. The slicked back style of his hair paved the way for an open presentation of his pointed nose and azure eyes. Heād apparently scurried off to a barber during his mysterious outing, as well. The flesh of his face was even and smooth, glistening a bit and giving a faint aroma of sandalwood and cedar.
The tip of his nose quirked after discarding his cigarette. Something smelt strange. The unforgiving ātick tockā of a looming tower clock inside shook Haleās brain. Never mind it, for now. With a shrug, he chalked it up to the busy kitchen and beauty soaking and scrubs performed by the female witches of the household. By the time heād reached the kitchen, mostly everything was cleaned and already put on the dining room table. Kyle passed nearby, surely busy as usual, eager with the promise of new students and an exciting evening. Perhaps Hale would take it upon himself to ensure everyone was on time?
Hale scuttled happily toward the main dorming floor, throwing his head back to catch a launched mint on his tongue. As he rounded the initial landing, he found himself glancing along the stairwell, grasping a ceramic knob at the peak of the polished banister. Ardently he shook his head, straightened his sweater, swallowed the mint and grinned. He marched on up, calling out, āStudents! Stuuuu-uuuu-deeent-sss!ā The hall was quiet, but immersed in the smell of various herbs and minerals, clogged to the brim with perfumes. This was something the women typically did. Even if they showed up in a black paper bag, they still felt the need to drench their bodies in fragrance and more often than not, home made soaps from Cordelia. Which, to be honest, Hale couldnāt blame them for. The woman was extraordinary with her concoctions and plants.
The clean limbed shadow snuck into the hall while its host stood just a few feet away. Her body smelt of lavender and looked of dainty china. The shape of her body - oh. No. No, no, no. āHmm!ā Hale burst out loud, spinning abruptly to face Silas head on and distract himself. āTo be perfectly honest I - I would apologize, either to her, or youā¦ But eh, ahemā¦ā He cleared his throat, raking fingers through his dark hair, āShe does this quite often she, umā¦ Is apparently exceedinglyā¦ Liberalā¦ Aboutā¦ā Suddenly he coughed, lightly pressing a hand to Silasā back and escorting him away, āThe bareā¦ Anatomy?ā Hale stole a look at Silasā reddened face, his distressed wide eyes. He felt his sides splitting as he unraveled into hysterics, āYou are in for quite the journey, my friend.ā Avidly he waved a hand in front of him, as if trying to sweep away oncoming fits of laughter.
āIf you are disturbed by that, you may want to request a room change. Though, it may not help. Sheās not limited to bedroom strolls. She also fancies herself a midnight sandwich or two in the nude.ā His nose wrinkled, āYes, so imagine what you are feeling, tenfold. And then having her face you and shrug, dissecting the contents of her snack, and asking what the big deal is. Well of course, the big deal is manners! But we learn here, more than anywhere else, womenā¦ May be the rulers.ā Haleās mouth puckered, and he burst into another fit of laughter as he disappeared down the stairwell, leaving a flustered and panicked new student in his wake.
āMister McDermott!ā He called out, loud enough that the entire school would hear, āIt would do you well not to be late for Ceremony, even if you are attempting to repair your phone!ā A bizarre and playful chortle erupted from the tall Council scout as he made his way to the dining room.