||| [ Orenda ] ||| [ Outfit(s) ] ||| [ #AB9694 ] |||
“Mind if I join you all?”
Maximus blinked at the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, sharply pulling his eyes away from his freshly inked cursive notes of the date and Tasseography Review, his open Divination text-book, and the partially full of tea cup he’d already started sipping on – while the rest of the set remained untouched as of yet by Toric beside him, who last he’d caught out of the corner of his eye had been off-looking to snag a third-partner for the lesson he’d assumed.
Dark eyes met blue, pleasantly polite and hiding well the surprise that Chase had left the group that contained so many of his friends to come over and ask to join the drastically quieter pair of young men – and yet it was infinitely a far safer than some of the other options left available for the Mundane-born, and Max was not of the mindset of inflicting that cruelty on anyone if he could. And Chase was one of the few, far more friendly acquaintances Maximus had than the majority of those of the Mundane birth within the castle walls – regardless, they got along just fine.
“Not at all,” Max mused lightly, his eyes flicking to Toric briefly to know his thoughts on the matter at hand – only to find the other somewhat grumpy suddenly for whatever reason after Orchid’s loud announcement / arrival and sullenly started flicking through and absorbed into his divination textbook. He returned with an even look to Chase, his shoulders shifting to convey a mixture of apologetic shrug and sit on down gesture all in one towards the other; before flicking his hand towards the set in an idle gesture of will, the tea kettle rattled a moment before steadily rising to fill the last two cups and then settled back down with a gentle clink, the two filled cups gently scooted towards either side of Max, for Torric and Chase respectfully.
||| [ Fawkes ] ||| [ Outfit(s) ] ||| [ #088da5 ] |||
Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. Jupiter felt it far too often at times, and when she did – how she wished for it to all end, but knew that there would not be such an end that was worth still living for. Sometimes it was bearable to be near someone, to touch them on some level that was deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there was a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there was for her. It didn’t even have to be someone particularly nice. She did not have to like them, she did not even have to want to work with them, and hell she might even want to punch them in the nose. But, sometimes just making that connection was its own experience, its own reward… The head-nurse of Remington’s that morning, however, could be an exception as far as Jupe had been concerned!
More than late enough to class from an impromptu check-up to make sure she was healthy enough to return to classes again from the last Moon three days before causing an unfortunate handful of new marks stretched across the skin of both her fore-arms, that had been stitched together with the old needle and thread method because there was only so much magical healing a body could take at any one time. Tired as a puppy, even though the mound of make-up she wore made a good attempt to limit others’ abilities in noticing such, or so she liked to believe; and twice as hungry, having been unable to snag a very much needed breakfast to put the pounds she’d lost back on again.
Jupiter made a reserved entrance into the bustling divination classroom, taking a rough guesstimate of what they were to be working on today (it wasn’t like she had a lick of the sight, to actually be certain) and knowing the apparent need to get into a group of three. With a lazy flick of her wand to send the neatly folded paperwork of her ‘Release’ from the nurse and a pair of make-up essay’s towards Professor Kane’s desk, before making her way to a still open group of two Orenda students she’d spotted towards the back of the classroom - one in particular a Divination wiz!
“Morning,” Jupe chirped towards Nikolai and Leiyona, attempting to haul forward a genuine smile and squash the flickers of a unnecessary pained grimace that truly wanted to come for. “May I?"