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Alanna Ascot

'You have never lived until you've been the centre of a lightning storm'

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a character in “Academy of Elements”, as played by Issa

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'There is nothing quite like a lightning storm.'





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Name: Alanna Jasmine Ascot
Nickname: Al 'Only my family and close friends call me Al.'
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hometown: Glasgow, Scotland
Element: Lightning
Studies: Last year High school

Likes:
|| Thunder Storms || Lightning ||Reading by the fireplace ||
|| Warmth || The Beach || Scarves ||
|| Surfing || Cooking ||

Dislikes:
|| Ice || The Cold || Abrasive personalities ||
|| Being insulted || Dishonesty ||

Fears:
Causing destruction 'My power combined with my temper can be a dangerous thing'
Alanna fears losing her temper and control of her lightning powers.

Quirks:
Tiny bolts of lightning play around her fingers when angered.
Alanna will often bite the end of her pen when concentrating on her studies.




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Element: Lightning

Powers:
"Lightning is probably the most volatile and hard to control element. That's why I love it"

Alanna is gifted with the ability to manipulate and create lightning. She can create small, spark-like lightnings in her hands or call upon a larger, more destructive lightning bolt from the skies.

The strength of her lightning depends on the concentration and physical energy she has. The smaller bolts are much easier to create and manipulate, she sometimes subconsciously creates small flashes of lightning that dance around her hands. Large bolts, if she isn't concentrating hard enough, have a tendency to try and find their own paths.

Her power becomes much more powerful during thunder storms. When she is angry her lightning is more difficult to control.

Rival Element: Ice

Weaknesses:
As with everyone Alanna has a weakness, hers being the cold. She finds it more difficult to call upon her power in cold temperatures, similarly she is more likely to become lethargic and slow during winter. Perhaps it stems from the fact that her rival element is Ice, or perhaps she just has a low tolerance for colder weather.

Strengths:
Intelligence - Alanna is gifted with a quick mind and an eagerness to learn.
Cooking - Alanna learned to cook from her father and takes pride in the culinary masterpieces she creates.




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Personality:
Alanna is frequently described as a sweet, reserved girl. She is friendly and has a naturally quiet, helpful demeanor. She is what most would call an introvert, she enjoys spending time alone rather than in a large group. That isn't to say that she is shy or meek in anyway. Alanna is confident, intelligent and finds conversing with people easy.

Her reserved nature, however, means that she isn't one to talk her mouth off. Alanna, unless especially excited, tends to think before she speaks. Her words are rarely rash and she always makes an effort to be polite towards strangers. Around friends she will let her guard down and her responses will similarly be less thought out.

She is intelligent, often falling within the top 10% of her class. She is a quiet, productive worker who is always willing to help a fellow student if asked. Her main interests lie in the sciences and she hopes to continue on into the science department next year.

Those who only know Alanna from a glance would see her as a quiet, sweet girl. However when Alanna is provoked that sweetness disappears. Her temper, like her power, can be volatile and destructive. It could be said that Alanna can be provoked too easily. She dislikes insults towards herself or her friends and can quickly become agitated if irritated for too long. A sure sign that you have provoked Alanna is the miniature lightning bolts that will spark around her hands. Losing her temper loosens Alanna's control of her power and with an element like Lightning this can cause some strife.

Alanna also has trouble forgiving past slights. If you have gotten on her bad side in the past there is little one can do to gain her trust again. She dislikes outright confrontations and is more likely to ignore and avoid those who she dislikes, rather than risk being angry.

Temper aside Alanna is a thoughtful girl who enjoys spending time both alone and with her close friends. She has little trouble speaking up on issues that concern her and is always there to hear out her friends' problems. She is a reliable, friendly girl who strives to be the best she can. She knows she isn't perfect, but understands that no one really is.

|| Sweet || Reserved || Thoughtful || Temper || Intelligent || || Helpful || Friendly ||

History:
Alanna grew up in a happy middle-class family on the edge of Scotland's largest city, Glasgow. The small family was originally from Denmark, the country where Alanna was born. They moved to the UK when Alanna was four to be closer to her father's parents. Two years after the move Alanna's little sister Ellie was born.

Alanna always knew that she was an elementalist, her parents both attended Gradon Academy in their younger days. As they were both Lightning elementalists Alanna grew up around the element. It didn't come as a shock when she first displayed signs of her ability. She was only eight at the time and had wondered outside during a severe storm. Before she quite knew how and what she had done a lightning bolt had come streaking through the sky and hit her, dead centre. The power that rushed through her was exhilarating, the tingling in her fingers called out for more.

Ellie, her younger sister, was expected to follow in Alanna and her parents' footsteps. In a similar situation to Alanna, Ellie revealed that she had also inherited the elemental powers. Both girls could not get enough of their powers, but Alanna was always aware that she wasn't to let normal humans know about her gift. She spent the majority of her childhood hiding part of herself from her friends but she understood the danger that might come from sharing her gift with them.

Her parents taught Alanna what they knew, helping her to control her powers while she grew up. When she was old enough her parents sent her to Eastern Gradon Academy to further learn to control her abilities. The Academy has been a perfect learning environment for the girl. It is the only place in the world where the elementalists can learn and use their powers without fear of discovery.

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So begins...

Alanna Ascot's Story

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In an isolated pocket of the English countryside sits Eastern Gradon Academy. Overnight the school has been blanketed in a covering of snow, the first of the winter.
With the coming of the snow also comes the Winter Feast, a traditional feast that the Academy holds for its staff and students the night after the first snow fall. In the last hour notices have been posted around the school to announce the traditional feast.

'Dear Students,

Tonight the traditional Winter Feast will be held in the Dining Hall.
Students are expected to be seated an hour after the last period of the day.
As with past years the seating will be freely arranged.
The dress is formal, suits and formal dresses are expected.

A shot of port will be offered during the traditional toast and mulled wine will be served throughout,
however students are warned that intoxication will not be tolerated.

Looking forward to a wonderful evening,
The Academy Faculty'

The time is 8.30am, half an hour before the start of the school day. As expected some students have been out playing in the snow while others are wrapped up inside or sleeping. A hot breakfast is being served in the dining room. Teachers will be preparing for their classes. Students should also be beginning to ready themselves for their day.




Alanna Ascot

Alanna liked the idea of snow; she liked to watch snowflakes falling quietly to earth, but only from the safety of a warm room. The library was one such room. It was in fact its own separate building and several stories high. Books lined its walls from floor to ceiling and there were many alcoves and partially hidden rooms in its depths. It was the kind of library where one could spend all day and never see another person. During the winter months the fire was constantly stoked and you were always guaranteed warmth. Alanna had been here for some time, reading in one of the many window seats. Snow always made her more irritable and she had woken earlier that morning to see the school sheeted in the stuff. Not being able to return to sleep she had showered, dressed and made her way to the library.

Now, with half an hour until class started she decided that it was time for a warm breakfast. Alanna replaced her book in the shelf and made her way through the large library doors. As she stepped outside the cold immediately hit her and the girl drew her clothes tighter around her. Alanna made her way along covered paths, aiming for the old dining hall. She thrust her hands into her pockets to keep them warm.

She reached the end of the covered walkways. Across a courtyard of undisturbed snow stood the dining hall. Smoke could be seen coming out of the large chimney and the windows were misted, further indicating the warmth that awaited inside. But first Alanna would have to make her way across the courtyard. Pursing her lips she took the first step, her foot sinking ankle deep into the snow. By the time she had made it to the dining hall door her toes were going numb and her irritation had reached new levels, still she hesitated before entering the hall. She had caught sight of the notice pinned to the door.
The only good thing she could say about winter was the annual Winter Feast. The food was always excellent, the decorations were fantastic and the atmosphere was something to look forward to. Not to mention the student after-party. It was just as much a tradition as the Feast, even if not entirely within the Academy's rules. While drinking for over 18s was legal in England, drinking on campus wasn't something that the teachers allowed without supervision. Still, every year the after-party went ahead and every year the majority of the student body attended.

Having finished reading the notice Alanna pushed through the doors and into the warmth of the dining hall. She grabbed a plate, served herself breakfast and then chose a table close to the fire. She sat down with the fire to her back, happy to let the fire warm her.




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Buzz! Buzz! BUZZ! BUZZ!

The insistent ringing of Lockie's alarm was what woke the young man. His eyes fluttered open as the noise pierced through his dreams. His hand reached out to snooze the alarm only to find the device not on his bedside table. He let his eyes close for a moment. A cool breeze was playing around his room, streaming in through his open window.

In one swift movement the boy collected the breeze to him, using it to fling the blankets off him. His hands gave another twirl and the winds returned, this time he set them on the pile of clothes that littered his floor. It was from this pile that the incessant ringing was coming. With a blast of his collected air Lockie sent the clothes flying around his room, landing across his desk, bed and other portions of his floor. And there sat his alarm cloak. Lockie stood, tapped the alarm with his hand and gave a satisfied smile as the noise finally stopped.

Lockie grabbed his towel and left his room, wondering down the Air elemental's portion of the dormitories. He entered the male bathrooms a moment later, flicking on the lights and a shower as he entered. The water was blissfully warm. He stepped out a good deal later once the water had began to run cold. Lockie was prone to day-dreaming and his mind had wondered, only being brought back to reality by the shock of the cold water.

Back in his room he quickly got dressed in the only clothes that didn't seem to decorate his floor. His stomach rumbled a moment later, indicating that it was time for breakfast. So he left his room and began to make his way down to the dining hall.

Most times the quick trip to the dining hall would take longer than anticipated as Lockie's attention was usually drawn to whatever caught his fancy. Today was no different. Now he stopped short of the hall, watching as a tree branch slowly caved under the pressure of the snow. The day had a moderate amount of wind, enough for him to collect a small ball and send it flying towards the tree. The snow was blown up in a flurry of wind before crunching down onto the tree branch and then onto the ground.

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Rachel was always early to rise and early to sleep. She had been biography on Allen Edger Poe, one of her favorite authors. He was a strange man and his story captivated her attention in the silence of the room. Finishing the page she looked up at the sugar powdered schoolyard; something she did not like. She had always hated snow, it was to cold and she hated coldness. She hated the chill the small I've particles gave off at the smallest touch, she hated how she would grow sick if she were outside for to long, winter was a dreaded season to her. Rachel had grown up in a place that had great snows, and nice once had she found any pleasure from playing in it, always terrible. She was never the girl that made a snow man or had ever joined a snowball fight, even though throughout the years she had found herself getting hit with a few.

Picking up a clear glossy piece of plastic, she placed it between pages 200 and 201 to hold her space until she returned to read it later. Closing the hard cover and frail pages encasing the plastic she put the book in a opened drew then shut it. Spinning around in the pivoting chair she stood and walked across her spotless room to her closet. For Rachel's room was incredibly clean, never a spot out of place or a crumb on the floor, she would not tolerate mess. Opening the glass door she peered at the clothes of variety from clarets to sapphires. What shall I wear today? The thoughts of clothes stretched across her mind, for what would she wear under the shield of warm clothing? Running her fingers across soft fabric she stopped at a thinned fabric collared shirt with the coloring of a plump strawberry. Gently taking it out of her closet she began gathering more clothes: black leggings, teal opened toe flats, and a thick black snow jacket. A large majority of the clothes she had picked were not particularly good for the weather, but with her being a fire student she could sustain her body temperature to at least 70 degrees for four and a half minutes, enough time to make it to the dining hall.

Spreading her selected wardrobe across the blue comforter on her bed. Rachel had gotten her shower out of the way hours ago, so she began removing her night wear which had been an old grey tank top and pink plaid. With the old clothes removed they were replace with her new clothing expect the snow coat. Walking over to her mirror she looked at herself to make sure she looked okay. The shirt fit her nicely, lose and flowing until the ending was neatly tucked into the black leggings bulge free and her shoes complemented her legs by making then appear longing. Rachel's makeup had already been done: red lipstick that made her face pop and pulled everything together, blush to give her some color, concealer to conceal dark under-eye circles and red spots, and natural looking eyeshadow. Everything was perfect, almost. My hair looks to flat. With the simple thought to herself she held right index finger to her hair and wrapped a small section of hair around it. Concentrating at medium rate she heated her finger and held her hair around it for a few seconds. Once releasing the strand of hair is landed in a perfect soft curl.

When down completing the curling process she collected her purple snake textured bag with her books for school, put on her coat, and left her dorm room to go get breakfast. Rachel walked calmly down the hall to save energy so when she had to walk outside she could keep herself warm. To her most of the dorm halls looked the same, but she never payed to much attention, it was irrelevant information to her. Making it to the bottom floor she stopped out the doors that lead to the cold, cold world. Taking in a deep breath she reassured herself she could do it. Feeling the slight warmth from within she opened the doors and walked at a quick pace. The warm to her wasn't cold, but irritating because she knew it should be cold. Snow flakes landed in her hair and on her clothes, annoying her even more because she would feel the effects later on when it melted into her clothes.

Within thirty seconds of her walk she began to feel, not as warm. What? She was questioning herself when suddenly a punch of cold began running up her spin, her inner fire had given out. I shouldn't have done my hair! Her thought yelled at her as she started running to the dining hall. The cold was what she had imagined, to cold. She felt like icicles were growing from her, this was like torture to her. As Rachel tried to run her feet would sink down into the snow, but that did not stop her. She felt absolute hate to this, but her four and a half turned to a one minute journey with her run.

When arriving to her destination she slung the door open disregarding the notice on the door. Warmth! In her mind she was celebrating making it as the warmth from the fire began melting her frozen mind. The first thing she had done was take off her shoes, poured out the snow, and then placed them in her purse to dry. Next, taking off her coat she wrapped it around her waisted and walked over to the food to serve herself. Picking up a tray she began scooping a small portion of everything and then took a seat closet to the fire where she would get some of her energy back and extra warm. When she had taken her seat she had sat in front of one of her few friends, Alanna, silently.






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He laid in the snow making snow angel after snow angel; so far he was on his tenth. This was the season for him and when his powers were at the greatest for there was nothing better than winter for this guy. He had always enjoy the winter, even as a little kid and he had woken up so early just to get to play in it before school started. At in the snow he probably appeared as a small child that way he was thrashing and spinning. He was wearing a grey hoody, blue jeans, and black shoes, not the warmest but he didn't care. Mark didn't mind that he was shocking wet and that he would take forever to dry, this did not worry him in the slightest.

Mark was alone in his merry making of snow angels, but he didn't mind it was just more snow for him. Gust of wind had been blowing hard and sometimes almost giving Mark the thought he might get blown over. As the winds got stronger he decided the best thing to do would be to go inside the dining hall like other students would be doing. As he walked he felt a sink feeling and had to try trudging. Pulling up his left foot his shoe had got stuck and was immediately flooded with a rush of snow. With a small chuckle he picked up his shoe and turned it over letting all the snow spill out like a icy waterfall. Tossing it back on the ground he forced his foot into his tennis shoe and continued his walk to the sidewalk to get his bag.

Reaching his bag he had accidentally picked it up from the wrong end spilling all the remainders onto the snow dressed pavement. "Silly me." His voice was in a cheerfully whisper as he nilled down to collect his black iPhone that was cased, some books, spiral notebooks, pencils, and a calculator; nothing to exciting. Slinging it all info his bag he then again started walking to the dining hall.

As Mark walked more gust of wind pushed and pulled on him until he finally tripped landing with his hands to the cold pavement. He had chuckled at his own mistake making no deal about it and got back up on his two on feet. As he tried to dust the snow from his hands and pants he found it just melt away deep into his clothing, meaning it would now take him even longer to dry which didn't bother him.

When getting to the dining hall he read the announcement on the door. "Sweet!" He said with a fist pump to the air and then let himself inside. He was all that hungry so when he arrived all he got was a warm glass of coco and sat by himself, seeing that really only the only other people that were in the building were students he'd rather avoid for the time being.

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Kara punched her pillow several times and flipped it over as she laid uncomfortably on her bed in her room. She shoved her face in her pillow, not really wanting to get up right now. All she really wanted to do was to sleep another hour or two, but she had school to get to. Mumbling something angrily she finally threw her pillow off her bed and sat up slowly as she rubbed her tired eyes. One look at the clock she realized that she had been late on waking up. Really? She thought it was like 7:30 but it was truly an hour later than she usually got up to get ready for school. Oops. She shook her head, sighing softly as she got up and went to go fix herself up for the day.

The girl ran a brush through her hair a few times and applied some make-up before going to her closet which she started to slowly scan through for something to wear. There was soon a disappointed look on her face when she really couldn't find anything that she actually wanted to wear to class today. After about five minutes of debating what to wear she finally took out a outfit that she thought would be suitable for the day. It wasn't like she was really trying to impress anyone, so why should it matter what she wore today? She could figure something out better for tomorrow later on today, so that she didn't spend so much time looking for something to wear.

After throwing on her outfit for the day she walked over to next to her bed where her bag was laying. Scooping the bag up she checked to make sure she had all her books and necessary things before she slung it over her shoulder and walked from her room. She went from her room all the way down to the Dining room where she went and just got herself a plate of food then went to the table where Alanna was sitting. She slid into a seat next to her, placing her bag on the floor near her, and then placing her plate onto the table. Glancing over at Rachel she felt a small pang of anger towards her for some unknown reason, but managed to keep a warm smile on her face. "Hey Alanna, Rachel." She nodded over to Rachel before looking at Alanna again then down at her food as she messed with it a little.




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Beau smashed his hand down on his alarm when it went off at 8:30. A lot groan escaped him as he got up slowly and dragged himself out of bed. He rubbed his face once then slowly half walked and half stumbled over to his dresser where he searched for something to wear. He ran a hand through his blond hair, sighing softly as he pulled out the first outfit he found, though, minus the glasses of course just because he doesn't really like sunglasses. Honestly he could care less how he looked today because all he really wanted was for today to be over so he could just go back to sleep. After putting a small amount of cologne on, he grabbed his bag, looked at himself in the mirror then left his room so that he could just start the day in hopes that the day would be over quickly.

Attempting to avoid the snowy outside world -with little success- he made his way to the Dining room where he went into and got some milk before he went to an empty table and sat down. He messed with the carton of milk then took a book from his bag and he began to read it. His eyes scanned over the words as he preoccupied himself with just reading because there was really nothing else he thought that he could do at the moment. This was all because he didn't want to go outside and play in the snow because he isn't too much of a fan of snow.




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Harmony had been up since about 7:25 a.m. which was a little more than an hour before most people went down to the Dining Room. Upon waking up at the time she had already seen how snowy it was and it made her have the urge to go outside and play in it for a little while before making her way to the dining room so at 7:30 she made her way out of her room and outside in her PJ's to go mess around in the snow a little until it turned 8:00 and that was when she came back into her room, took a quick shower then slipped on her outfit for the day. After getting her clothes on she dried her hair, fluffing it a bit then throwing it into a very neat braid. She applied her makeup then double checked to make sure everything was in order then she slid her messenger bag onto her shoulders. All of this took at least a half hour by this time it was 8:30 and she was now heading down to the Dining room where she could finally get something to eat.

On her way down to the Dining room she did her best not to avoid going outside. As she walked outside- without a jacket- she held her hands out and listened to the snow crunch beneath her feet. Smiling gentle she sighed and shivered a little when she began to feel a little cold because of all this snow. Sighing softly she walked the rest of the way to the Dining room, putting her hands by her side. Upon entering the Dining Room she got a plate of food then scanned the room for a friend she could be around. When she saw Mark the smile on her face grew slightly as she walked over and sat next to him. "Hey Mark," She said kindly. She crossed her legs then took a bite of her food when she looked away from him and down at the table.

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When Rachel's name was said by the girl of water she didn't want of reply, and if this had been any other season she would have. "Hi." Her reply was monotone as she kept from trying to sound to harsh. Rachel hasn't known Kara to much, but she was prejudice again certain powers for her own special reasons. If this wasn't winter she most likely wouldn't have replied, maybe causing a bicker or a fight, something she could easily handle then, but with if being winter and her still cold from the unintended snow fall touching her she felt washed up. The only times when she could stand water was when if was being eaten or bathed in. Rachel could feel cold chills going throughout her body of anger, not at Kara exactly, but at herself for not moving. Rachel was cold, but not really rude and she knew that Alanna had more friends besides just her and if she wanted to talk to her she had to get use to her friends.

Sitting up start she had finished her plate of food, quickly but in a mannerly way. She was a small girl, but eating was something she was good at and the food was always so yummy. "How you two enjoying the snow day?" She questioned them trying to give off her best fake smile. She didn't want to seem mean, but this was uncomfortable for her and talking wasn't her strongest point about her. She was use to being seen and not heard, but sometimes she made exceptions to be more social if she felt needed be.

Pulling her hand up to her mouth she released a small yawn, "Excuse me." She said to be polite. Slightly looking around the room the dining hall was slowly filling of people, but not to much. Mr. Janvier. "I'll be right back." Her voice was dry as she picked up her tray and threw it away to the trash can closet to the Professors seats and then walked over to them. "Morning." Rachel wasn't to friendly, but this teacher she did have a soft spot for. "How are you enjoying the snow?" When questioning him she let her voice light up a tad then she had when she was speaking to others. "I honestly find it dreadful. like I tell you every year." Giving him an actually smile she let out a small laugh, something she only did around people she felt really comfortable around. The laugh had come from the fact he was ice, meaning he might have a strong liking for snow, then again maybe not. "Well, see you in class later." With that she gave a small wave of bye and returned to her seat in front of Alanna without saying a word and returning back to her unfriendly mood.






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Hearing Harmony's voice made him feel a warmth of happiness burn inside of him. "Good morning!" He respond to her as he whipped dripping water from his eyes. Being around her always put him into a better mood, maybe because she was heart. "You look beautiful this lovely morning." He told her sweetly then took a bite from some oat meal. "Actually," he said once all the food was clear from his mouth, "you look more beautiful every time I see you." Moving a little in his seat he could hear small squish sounds from the water in the seat. "Sorry for the mess, I was playing in the snow." Chuckling he continuing eating.

Every morning it felt like he talked to her, something he loved to door. Mark had lots if friends at school, but some he felt closer to than others, she was one of them. There was something about Harmony that was different then most girls at school, making him kind of fall for her. Her just sitting around him made him feel strange with joy. "Maybe you and I could have a snow ball fight later." He teased with her.

Looking down at his plate he realized he had eaten all his food, but he didn't care because he wasn't all the hungry. Pushing his plate aside he rested his arms on the table. Looking into Harmony's eyes he smiled, but soon lost attention in her when he noticed a snow little stream flowing from his shirt. "Wow." He said looking at it in a little amazement, he was really wet. Taking off his shirt he began wringing it out in the floor. "Sorry," he told Harmony as he tightened his gripping on the shirt as water flowed to the floor, "I hope you don't mind." When he had squeezed all the water out if it the he could he had placed it in a empty chair next to him to allow it to dry more quickly.

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Alanna Ascot


It wasn't long before Alanna was joined at her warm table. The first to sit with her was Rachel who slid silently into the seat opposite Alanna. Alanna, her mouth full of jam toast, gave her a smile and a nod. Next to join them a moment later was Kara.
"Hey Alanna, Rachel." Kara greeted both girls, although Alanna could easily detect the tension that seemed to run between the two. Rachel was a fire elemental while Kara was water. Like lightning and ice the two didn't mix and Alanna could understand their hesitation around each other. Her mouth now empty of food, Alanna gave Kara a wide smile,
"Morning Kara."

"How you two enjoying the snow day?" Rachel's question seemed strained. Alanna gave a grimace, thinking of her toes that were slowly thawing.
"It's way too cold to be outside.' Came Alanna's quiet reply, "I almost froze my toes off coming across the courtyard."
A moment later Rachel excused herself from the table and Alanna was left with Kara. With Rachel's absence Alanna had a perfect view of the whole dining room. Her eyes followed Marion March as she entered, a large snowball in her hand. As Alanna watched Marion sneaked behind Mark and let the cold snowball fall down his bare back. A small smirk formed on Alanna's face as Mark jumped up with a yelp. Alanna was not a fan of the ice boy and it amused her to see him pranked, even if by a friend. Her smirk stretched further across her face when Professor Javier told Mark off. Of course the room did take on a much cooler temperature as the teacher stood, but soon enough the fire was flickering back into full life.

"You looking forward to the feast tonight?" Alanna asked Kara, turning her attention back to her friend. Alanna gave her a smile, "And the after party?"
Alanna wasn't one of those people that was always the centre of attention but she liked a good party as much as the next person.





Lockie Porter

Being hit by a snowball wasn't usually so shocking. But when the snowball in question seemed to come out of nowhere the shock was laced with confusion too. Lockie, his mind completely occupied by his branch of snow, gave a yelp of surprise as the snowball hit him. He turned towards the direction it had (apparently) been thrown from, only to find nobody near.

Puzzled Lockie spun further around and found Alex standing a few short paces away from him. Lockie opened his mouth, about to ask if Alex had seen the culprit when suddenly the dots connected. A playful smile appeared on Lockie's face and he was just about to retaliate when a stream of snowballs hit Alex from another direction. Lockie could help the laughter that burst from his mouth. Alex's initial confusion disappeared as the other boy spotted Theia. Theia was another air elementalist and another good friend of Lockie's.

Lockie's laughter was cut short as another snowball hit his face, a mouthful cutting off his laughing. This time it took Lockie little time to find the culprit, Niall.

"This means WAR!" Lockie could only grin at Alex's words, they were an echo of Lockie's own thoughts.
"Bring it on!" Lockie shouted, scooping up a handful of snow as he spoke with his left hand. His right hand gave a quick twirl, calling any stray wind nearby to him and into a miniature tornado. The snowball went in and then shot out. Multiple snowballs followed, each aimed for either Niall, Alex or Theia. He received his fair share of snowball hits, but managed to dodge anymore of the face shots.

Halfway through the fight, with all sides more or less soaked and covered in snow (apart from Niall who seemed immune to it), Alex ran into the middle of the action.
"Hold it! Time out! Hang on a second!" His call to stop got to Lockie a second too late and before Lockie could hold it back a lone snowball shot out at the boy. Lockie couldn't help but shrug, not too concerned about it. Or rather considering it fair payback for Alex's first shot at the unsuspecting Lockie.

Lockie listened as Alex suggested an air elemental, with Niall, snow fight. The idea definitely had a certain appeal to it.
"We should invite the other elements too, we could have an elemental snowball fight." Lockie suggested, already picturing a school wide snowball fight. His eyes flicked to Catarina's freshly formed snowball in her hand, he hadn't even noticed the girl appearing. Of course the ice students would have a major advantage but that would just make it more of a challenge. Also Lockie had to agree with Niall's statement that he was the only dry one. Being able to absorb water was also a definite advantage.

"Anyway, I'm going to the dining hall before someone takes all of the bacon. Anyone want to come?"
At the mention of breakfast Lockie's stomach gave a grumble, agreeing with Alex.
"Breakfast sounds like a fantastic idea" Lockie said. He also wouldn't mind drying off a bit. He could see the smoke from the dining room chimney and was already thinking longingly of the warm fire.





Brent Tanner

Brent's head was pounding, the rhythmic thumping in his skull no doubt punishment for his night of excess. While students may not be allowed out of the Academy grounds during term time the teachers had no such restrictions. Brent's trip into the nearest town and pub had seen him returning in the early morning hours of the day.

"I'm never drinking again." The man grumbled to himself, rolling out of bed and hitting the ground with a thud. He pushed himself to his feet and took a look around the room, his eyes squinting at the light streaming through his open window. He stumbled over to the window and swore quietly under his breath, snow. It wasn't that Brent disliked snow. Actually, he quite liked it. But today he really couldn't be bothered dealing with the problems that snow brought. Cold hands, slippery walkways and a limited access to the outdoors for class experiments. Added to that was the fact that the light glaring off the white snow was doing Brent's head no favours.

Closing the window shut and pulling the curtain Brent slumped back into his bed, only to be shocked a moment later by the blaring of his alarm. He swore and threw his hand out. The little metal alarm clock went flying through the air, breaking into pieces as it hit the wall. However, much to Brent's immense irritation, the buzzing continued.
"Enough already! I'm up!" He said to himself, pushing himself off the bed. He gave a quick wave of his hand and the metal pieces of the alarm clock reformed. He quickly turned it off and made his way to his bathroom.

Showering helped to wake him up some as did brushing his teeth. He dressed in his usual casual jeans and shirt. He slung on a jacket, grabbed a pair of sunglasses to protect his fragile head from the bright outdoors and then headed out the door. He entered the dining hall from the kitchens, waving to the cooks as he passed the hot elements. A moment later he was out amongst the tables, passing the few seated students as they ate their breakfast. Quickly he chose his meal, bacon and toast, and made his way to the teachers table. He nodded a greeting to Jaydon and Michael before digging into his meal.

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When the ice boy had gotten in trouble Rachel had put her hand to her mouth the hide her laugh. She couldn't stand the cold, or the ice students, especially someone as naive as him. She found Mark quite annoying how he was always laughing and flirting with different girls all the time, plan stupid. It was nice to hear the Mr. Janvier was the one getting on to him, because of course the one standing right next to him said nothing. She felt a cold chill rush throw the room when he had gotten on to Mark. Sometimes she couldn't believe he was ice, but other times it was obvious. He was irritating like the other ice students, he was fun to talk to, but that was bedside the point.

Turning her body back around to face Alanna and Kara she had a blank expression on her face and listened to the two chatter about the Winter Feast and after party taking place after school. So that's what the announcement said on the door. Rachel was pleasured she heard what the announcement probably said before later on in the day. Rachel had been going to the feast for two years and even the after parties, but she never really enjoyed them, she'd sit with people she kind of liked, but it was better then doing nothing. This year she didn't know who'd she sit with, it was always strange for her to ask, so she never did. She didn't like asking because they could say no to her, which would be a waste of her time. Rachel could remember her first feast at the school, of course it was a winter one as well, and with her being so antisocial she had no one to go with, so she was going to sit in her room alone, but a few teachers had invited her to sit with them because of her situation, so she went. After that feast she had a friend or two so she sat with then, but she had enjoy herself more with the teachers.

Rachel didn't know what the dress wear would be, but she assumed formal like the years before. Every year of course she'd wear a red dress, but this year she found that red was to redundant, she was even wearing it right now. She really loved the color and it suited her, but she was beginning to feel like a Power Ranger who always wore their color every single day. Maybe this year black or teal, maybe sapphire. Her mind raced with colors and dresses types that she could imagine perfectly in her closet, all color coded and then arranged by designer within the three walls and glass door. "What are you going to wear?" She asked both girls with a hint of actually caring, for she did like clothing.

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Kara took a bite of food, hearing Alanna respond with a morning back to her was nice. Sighing softly she heard the girl, Rachel, whom she didn't like too much start to talk. "How you two enjoying the snow day?" She had asked and Kara shrugged. "I mean I'm not too much of a fan of the cold, but I don't mind it too much." She answered once all the food in her mouth was gone. It was also then that Rachel had gotten up and walked off after excusing herself. There was a small roll of Kara's eyes as she quickly turned her attention from Rachel walking away to Alanna who was sitting next to her. Right when Rachel start to talk to Professor Janiver a girl, Marion, hit Mark who for some reason had absolutely no shirt on. He jumped then once Rachel was a distance away from Mr. Janiver Kara shivered when feeling him drop the temputure. She flinched hearing that booming voice of his as he told Mark and Marion off. Sure maybe Mark had deserved it since he was crawling around on the ground, but they were just messing around. Rolling her eyes at the teacher she looked at Alanna as soon as the tempeture rose again.

Sighing softly she shook her head. She just decided not to say anything that she was thinking right about now about the teacher who told poor Mark off. It was quite rude, but she knew she should probably just keep her thoughts to herself. "You looking forward to the feast tonight?" Alanna had finally said which broke Kara from her daze. "Oh yeah, are you?" She questioned with a smile. "And the after party?" Alanna had added afterwards. "The after party is probably going to be the best part." She commented as she messed with her outfit a little. She had always been a fan of the after party just because she was finally able to drink and because she was always a fan of parties. By this time while Kara and Alanna were talking Rachel had reached the table and wa sonce again sitting across from Alanna. "What are you going to wear?" Rachel asked both of the girls which made Kara think about it for a few moments. "Honestly? I have no idea. I was thinking like a dress that was pink or blue, but I'm not really sure." She answered Rachel's question. "What do you think your going to wear?" She asked the girl, trying to be as kind as she possibly could.




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Harmony was in her own world when a teacher had suddenly snapped at Marion and Mark for messing around in the Dining Room. She lifted her head to see Mark coming towards her and it made her smile a little. He still had his shirt off! She bit her lip gently as he sat next to her and put his shirt back on. "Do you think I'd make a good stripper?" He had asked and she laughed softly. "Oh yeah. Definitely," She was half joking, half telling the truth to him. He then just kept talking, and agreed with himself. Man could this kid talk. "She doesn't know this, but later I'm going to kill her in a snow ball fight," he told Harmony with a wink, "and you're going to help me." A small blush made its way onto her face after seeing him wink at her. "Oh is that so? Maybe I'll go against you because you know some times I'm not really a team player." She told him with a small grin on her face.

She had just started to mess with her hair when suddenly Mark had exclaimed, "Oh!" which just out right startled her. "You're sitting with me at the feast, aren't you?" Harmony put a finger on her lips, tapping it lightly as she thought about it for a few moments. Who else was she planning on going with? She had never really thought about going until he mentioned it. "Sure I'll sit by you Mark," She told him gently. It was then when her eyes caught on a certain teacher just now walking in... Mr. Tanner. Rolling her eyes at the teacher she returned her attention to the boy who was now known in her book as a talker. Which she didn't mind because honestly she was used to him talking a lot, she was more of the person who liked to listen and answer him when he wanted her too.

It was also then when he had noticed her empty plate, and took it for her. She would have taken it, but she had been busy trying to communicate with Mark. "Gosh," he had said when sitting back down, "you get more beautiful every time I see you, I swear." She rolled her eyes playfully at him. "Every time?" She asked then smiled brightly. "Thanks Mark, you freaking flirt." She joked, gently nudging him with her hand. "You want to go running with me tomorrow morning?" He asked and she nodded. "Yeah of course! I love running in the morning when I can. What time are you going to go running?" She questioned him, resting her elbow on the table then resting her head on her open palm. Her open hand that wasn't supporting her head went to her back pocket where her phone was slowly slipping out after pushing it back into the pocket she sat up straight, giving Mark a bright smile.

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What do you think you're going to wear? Kara had asked. At least she's attempting to be nice like I am. Rachel's thought went deep into the closet in her room. She had done some shopping over the summer, she had gotten clothes galore. With images of clothes floating in her mind she saw three different dress: a pink dress with a gold belt from American Eagle, a dark navy blue cocktail dress with a tutu like materiel constructing the dress, and a Black Bandeau. Thinking about all of them she then pictured herself in them, and of course she looked good in all three. For her the choice wasn't simple, because like always she wore red. "The past few years I've wore red, so I know not a red dress for sure." Commenting with a small smirk she started twirling her soft locks of hair around her fingers. "I'm really found of the color red," she continued, "but after awhile it becomes boring and expected." Giving a glance down at her own shirt then back up to Kara. "See? Boring."

Rachel tapped her finger on the table while she thought about what she would wear. "I'm probably going to where a black dress with golden heels I'd gotten over the summer." She told Kara as she finally came to a conclusion. "It's a Black Bandeau I'm pretty sure and it shows my figure off the best." Rachel figured Kara didn't care, but at least she was playing nice, because Rachel really didn't care either. Rachel saw moments like this when she proved to herself she could accomplish anything. To her she struggled talking to water, ice, it heart people, but when she did it without being rude she was proud of herself. Even though this conversation was unintended she was becoming more comfortable in it with her and Kara's effects of being civil. "Now the party this year I think will be my favorite part, because honestly I've never attended the parties that were thrown. To that I'll wear a crop top and shorts." Rachel really was excited about the party this year, even though she knew she wouldn't have fun she was going to try to enjoy herself and hit in with the other students. "What will you two being wearing to that?"






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"Thanks Mark, you freaking flirt." Harmony had said then nudged him. With a shocked look on his face it made him myself look surprised, "Me a flirt? I would never!" And of course this wasn't true because he did flirt with Harmony, she was beautiful, funny, and kind, that's all he could want in a girl. "All I said was you were beautiful, Harmony, that's not flirting. It's stating a fact. Since we are now going to being together though," Mark continued talking, "what color is your dress going to be so my tie can match?" Why did he want to match her? Well, Mark didn't know, maybe because if it matched it would give off to people they were there together, or no one would notice at all. "Yeah of course! I love running in the morning when I can. What time are you going to go running?" Sweet! Silently in his own mind he did his fist pump. "Around seven, if that's fine by you." He smiled, happy she was going to come with him. He enjoyed running and he enjoyed her, two things he liked at the same time. The mornings were always his favorite time to run because he was cool and before the bugs had woken up, also it was when the sun was rising making it so beautiful and peaceful. "So, it's a date," yelling her this he pushed her playfully with his hand, "and that's for nudging me." He chuckled some then returned his hand to the table.

"And let's not forget the after party the ice students throw, it's going to be amazing, especially because you're going to be my date." Giving her a flirtatious smirk. "I can't wait to dance with you, and drink some." He added on with laughter. "I'm not sure what I'm going to wear to that, but it's defiantly not going to be my tux, probably blue jeans and a t-shirt or something. All I know for a fact is no one will look as good as you." Ok, he was a flirt when it came to her, he couldn't help himself, well it's not like he tried to. Maybe it was that she made him feel so comfortable and warm inside, yeah, that had to be it. Harmony was just a extremely perfect person to him, and she deserved all the compliments he could give out.

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Rachel continued to sit in the silence of the breakfast table. Looking around it still wasn't as booming as she imagined it would be. With a sigh she picked her purple bag from the ground and placed it on the table shifting through it until she found a green binder marked History. Opening up she flipped through clear plastic slips containing work revolving around different topics from war to different failed Utopias. Her binder was full of a total of seven hundred different slips of plastic sheet holding up to six pieces of paper sometimes. As she flipped she got to the subsection marked Research Requirement. She had to write a substantial amount of primary resources about a topic of choice, hers was the An Lushan Rebellion known to be the second bloodiest war in history. The bloodiest was World War II, but with it being so common it was just a major repeat of things she already knew, and she wanted to challenge herself. For the report she had to write about fifteen-twenty pages of information, but she had written twenty-seven to her dismay. With her having OCD she had to do things in even numbers, meaning she couldn't turn in twenty-seven for her rough draft tomorrow and it'd be cheating herself if she took one page away to make it even. The An Lushan Rebellion was a devastating rebellion against the Tang Dynasty of China. The rebellion openly began on December 16, 755, when general An Lushan declared himself emperor in Northern China, thus establishing a rival Yan Dynasty, and ended when Yan fell on February 17, 763. This event is also known as the An–Shi Rebellion or An–Shi Disturbances.... She quickly read the introduction to her report then fiercely flipped to the last page staring at if blankly. Rachel had spent about two weeks getting all the information for this report and with it all being primary made it harder on her, which she didn't mind. She had contacted family members who's ancestors had fought the the battle and had passed down documents through the generations. Locating the people was the tricky part, but all the had to do was fax her over a copy of the documents and she added the data in.

Now the problem was everything she knew about the war couldn't get her a page worth of information, which did upset her. With a huff she ran her fingers through her hair. Who knows more about history than I do? Searching through her brain she came up with nothing, of course her History Teacher would know, but they weren't helping the students out. Who knows about war? Closing her eyes she thought softly to herself, Why didn't I think of him sooner? Shutting her binder she slid it back into it's place and rose to her feet. "Please excuse me once more." She told Alanna and Kara while slinging her bag around her arm.

Walking towards the front of the dining hall she was once again at the Professors table. Pulling out a chair next to Mr. Janvier she began talking as she set her purse to the ground and pulled her history binder back out. "I was wondering if you could help me." She told him as she flipped through the plastic pages until arriving at the end of her An Lushan Rebellion report. "In History we have to write about some historical event at least fifteen pages long and I choose the An Lushan Rebellion." Taking in a longer breath then needed when she continued talking her mouth and tongue moved faster than before. "I've typed up twenty-seven pages, and as I've told you before I have OCD so I can't turn it in this way and then again I can't just take one page away." Flipping through the pages she showed him main points in the battle and facts she had already collected for the report and explained them to him. "I need one more page for an evenness, but I have no more knowledge to make another page." When finishing she took in a deep breath, for she had talked so fast that she had barely had time to breath throughout her explanation. "Oh," she added, "all the information is primary, that's why I need help and with you being a genius in Battle I was hoping you'd know something about this war. I really need the help and you're the only person I could think of." She finished with a meek smile unsure if he had information to help her.

Rachel didn't take much pleasure in asking for help, but when she needed it she normal did come to this teacher for it, meaning her asking for the information wasn't to odd for him she hoped. She didn't ask to often, but when she did it was when she really needed it and she felt comfortable asking him for it, knowing someone for two years and being as smart as he was had that affect on her. Honestly, she felt like he was really the only person at the school smart than her. Rachel studied hard about everything, causing her to believe her knowledge out did most teachers and students besides this one. "You know I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't really need the help," she continued hoping it would persuade him to help her even more, "so if you know any first hand documents or diaries or pictures taken or something along those lines from this battle it would totally help. The draft is due tomorrow meaning if you don't know anything now maybe you could take some time and help me before then." Darting her eyes from him she looked back at her binder and flipped back to the last page of her report then pointed to the empty sheet cover to the right of it. "Honestly I feel like you're my best friend, and friends are suppose to be there for each other, so please help, friend." And to seal her beg she gave him a huge smile that'd she'd only every give to a friend.

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Kara responded to Alanna's questions with a smile, "The after party is probably going to be the best part." Kara said, to which Alanna nodded her agreement. While Alanna enjoyed the feast it was the after party that most of the students loved. Although Alanna was a quiet girl, she wasn't shy. She liked a decent party as much as the next person. She might not be the centre of attention at parties but she was usually there, talking with friends and having a good time.

"What are you going to wear?" Rachel asked Alanna and Kara. Alanna hadn't thought yet about what she might wear. The feast was formal, so she guessed that she would end up wearing one of her longer, classier dresses. As for the after-party whatever she decided to wear she was going to make sure that it kept her warm.

"I'm not certain yet." Alanna admitted with a shrug, "I guess I'll have to search through my wardrobe after classes."

Kara didn't yet seem sure of what she was going to wear either, although Alanna had no doubt that whatever she decided on it would be good. A moment later Rachel excused herself, her history books cradled in her arms.
Alanna cast a curious glance after the girl before turning a questioning gaze to Kara,
"Was it something we said?" She asked the other girl, a small smile on her face indicating she wasn't all that fussed either way.

It was then that Alanna noticed the entrance of the air elemental students. While she didn't know Alex well and actively avoided Theia, Lockie was one of her good friends. They all looked like they had been having a snow fight. Alanna couldn't help but shiver at the very thought of it. Lockie glanced over to Alanna's table and she sent him a smile in greeting. A grin appeared over his face and as she watched he quickly changed his route from following Alex to approaching Alanna and Kara.

Lockie Porter


Lockie happily followed Alex into the warmth of the dining hall. He let out an excited laugh as Alex mentioned that the winter feast would be tonight. Lockie always loved the feast. Last year he had had a race to the bottom of his glass of wine with Mr Tanner, a contest that Lockie had lost. Still, it had left him with an incredibly warm stomach and he had been laughing the rest of the night. The food at the dinner was also something to look forward to.

In fact most of the Academy food was of an excellent standard. The food spread out for breakfast smelled delicious, Lockie could see an array of every breakfast food imaginable. Alex headed straight for the breakfast bar, but Lockie hesitated and let his gaze wonder around the room. His eyes fell on Alanna and Kara, seated beside the fire. Alanna smiled at him in greeting and Lockie couldn't help the grin that flashed across his face as an idea struck him. He changed direction and made his way towards the two girls.

"Good morning Al. Morning Kara." He greeted the two, tipping an imaginary hat at the both of them. He stepped behind them and held his hands out as if he were warming them on the fire. He was still soaked and covered in half melted snow from his snow fight.

However his hands, instead of staying still, quickly gave a twirl as he called the room's air currents to him. He acted quickly, not wanting either Alanna or Kara to realise what he was doing before he had done it. Using his hands and his mind to control the currents he sent them spiraling around his body. Melted snow was flung off as the winds spun around him and where did they land? With another movement of his hand Lockie managed to manipulate his winds so that the majority of his half-melted snow hit Alanna. Of course he made sure that Kara received a light sprinkling too, it never paid to ignore a pretty lady.

Alanna, about to turn to speak to Lockie gave a yelp as she the cold water hit her.
"What the hell Lockie!?" She yelled, jumping up from her seat. Angry amusement was the best way to describe Alanna's feelings at being sprayed with half-melted snow. If it had been anyone else she would already have lost her temper, but it was hard to be outright angry with Lockie. "You are such a brat." She said, giving him a moderate push. Lockie had one of his stupid, lopsided grins on, making it all even harder to be very angry with him.

"Did I hit you? So sorry, I was only trying to dry off." Lockie replied, obviously a lie. Prank over he quickly made his escape before Alanna, or Kara, could take revenge. He grabbed a plate, loaded up some food and made his way happily to sit with Alex just as Marion joined them.
"The snow fight was sort of impromptu, but Alex had an idea to have one later." Lockie told her before digging into his breakfast.

Alanna, still standing, glanced at Kara as Lockie left.
"He knows I hate being cold." She muttered to her friend, moving closer to the fire to help dry herself off, "Which is exactly why he did that. You wouldn't think that he's one of the oldest students here by the way he acts."

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”No worries, you’re welcome. Just hope you’re okay.” Lowell replied as Sable excused herself and quickly bee lined away from him. He couldn't blame her he guessed, she probably felt embarrassed and he’d been the only witness so of course she’d rather not stick around. Shrugging slightly to himself he made his way through the breakfast line, picking out eggs, bacon and toast before grabbing a carton of milk and heading out to the tables. This was the place where very student’s nightmare existed. Where to sit?

For someone with Lowell’s particular personality quirks it wasn’t exactly easy to make friends and considering the amount of time he’d been here it bordered on kind of sad if he didn’t enjoy his own company so much. Though there were times when even he didn't want to eat breakfast on his own. Spying Alanna and Kara he tilted his head back and forth as if trying to come to a decision, the arrival of Lockie and his subsequent pelting of the girls and his retreat helped sway him in their favor. "Looks like it was a good thing I was late for breakfast." The tall, rangy blond said in greeting to the girls as he walked over.

Finding a spot at their table he put his tray down and began to eat his breakfast. "Lockie and I are the same age and you don't see me going around pelting people with lightning.Though think of the possibilities." He remarked dryly to Alanna, gracing the table with an infrequent smile before pulling out his notebook. Beginning to scribble in it distractedly as he ate his breakfast. His thoughts wandering to tonight's feast and the thought of having to wear a suit and probably shave. Though the alcohol and after party usually made up for that but he tended to get pretty wasted and not remember much anyway.

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Kara smiled a little, thinking about what she would wear until she had heard Alanna. "I'm not certain yet." Alanna had admitted with a shrug, "I guess I'll have to search through my wardrobe after classes." Kara nodded, smiling at her friend. "Oh! You better tell me what you are wearing! I so want to know before almost anyone else." She told her before scooping the last bit of food that was on her plate into her mouth.

Suddenly Rachel had gotten up, excusing herself with a social studies book in her hand. She rose an eyebrow, not to upset that she was leaving, but wondering why on earth she had suddenly decided to go. "Was it something we said?" Her gaze turned from Rachel's back to Alanna who had just spoken. She shrugged, knowing as much as she did. "I have no idea. She just randomly gets up and walks off a lot." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Can you tell she doesn't like me? I don't know why though I haven't really done anything to her. Do you think it might have been me who made her leave, even though I didn't do anything?" She asked, looking at her best friend for a few moments.

Seeing Alanna glance over in the direction of a few kids walking in, one of which she noticed as Lockie she smiled a little, shaking her head once. She glanced away only for a few moments to mess with her make-up a bit. Upon putting away her make-up she suddenly felt Lockie greet them. Keep her back to him she bit her lip, holding back a grin that was trying to break it way onto her face. "Morning Lockie," She greeted him kindly. She flinched, surprised by the sensation of cold water hitting her. She smirked a little, glancing her shoulder at Lockie who got a bad reaction from Alanna. "Gosh Alanna chill out a bit, it's just water you know." She said with a grin then she gently nudged her with her hand. She stood up as Lockie fled, "I'm not too fond of cold water Lockie!" She exclaimed to him before waving to him. Slowly she returned back to the seat position in her seat. "He knows I hate being cold." Alanna muttered to her Kara, then moving closer to the fire to help dry herself off, "Which is exactly why he did that. You wouldn't think that he's one of the oldest students here by the way he acts." Kara nodded in agreement. "Understandable that you hate being cold, even though he hit us with cold water I don't like getting cold either." She told her then nodded once again in agreement. "True that, though, some people are just immature like that."

When she saw Lowell approach the table before sitting down she offered him a small smile. "Looks like it was a good thing I was late for breakfast." He said as a greeting. "Hey Lowell," She greeted him with a small wave after he had sat down at their table. After he had found a spot her start to eat and that was when she looked away then stretched her arms over her head for a few seconds. "Lockie and I are the same age and you don't see me going around pelting people with lightning. Though think of the possibilities." He remarked and Kara nodded. "Well possibly because you act more mature than Lockie does some times." She pointed out. His smile made her smile a little until he pulled out a notebook she tilted her head to the side slightly. Seeing him scribble in his notebook made her slightly curious what was in it. "Whatcha scribbling?" She asked curiously. "I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm just curious." She added afterwards.




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Harmony sighed softly, feeling terrible that she kept dazing off often it was just that lately she hasn't been able to get much sleep so lately she hasn't been able to pay attention as much as she usually does. Now she felt bad for Mark because of her constant dazing, and day dreaming. She blinked a few times then looked at him in time to hear him say, "The early bird catches the worm," He told her, "so what worms are you catching?" Mark had questioned her rising so early, not from suspension, but from curiosity. "I mean I'm up that early, but I never see you," he squinted his eyes at her, "I guess I'll just have to come by your room every morning and see if you're awake!" She smiled, shaking her head at him a little. It wasn't that she woke up early in the morning just so she could go out for exercise or something because that wasn't the case. Silently debating whether or not it would be a good idea to tell him why she was up so early. It was also then that she realized what he had just last said about coming to her room every morning to see if she was awake. Okay so the last few discussions they had were a little weird and a bit creepy, but this was actually really creepy to her. She ran a hand through her hair, unsure of how to respond. "I, uh, I have trouble sleeping sometimes." She finally admitted with a shrug. "Also you don't have to come by my room every morning. Most likely I will be up, so don't worry about it." She told him in an attempt to be nice and show that he was kind of being creepy without her saying it and sounding rude.

She really hoped that just then didn't sound rude because she was trying her hardest not to at all rude. She didn't want to make him feel bad or anything like that so she just tried to keep it light. "And due to it being winter it will be cold tomorrow," Oh wow he had really just stated the obvious right there. "So don't forget the wear something warm and cozy. It'll probably be snowing like it is today, which I have no problem with." He had added and she nodded. Obviously because why would it just snow day and not snow another? She shrugged, "No worries there. I'm not too worried about how cold it is, but sometimes if I am outside for a long period of time I would wear a jacket or something like that." She told him simply. "We could even build a snow man or woman." He had said to her at one point an time. A small grin came to her face as she remembered the last time she had made a snowman. "I love making snowmen and women. They are hard to make some times, but they are pretty cool if you do them right." She said, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers.

Upon finally getting on the topic about the feast again she sighed softly. She had thought about it and suddenly part of her didn't want to be there while the other part of her wanted to dress up and feel like a princess! Of course she had to go and she didn't really want to look virtually flawless. "As long as you don't start swinging from chandeliers and start a fire I think I can handle you." He told her and she rolled her eyes at him playfully. "Who does that anyways? What kind of after parties do you go to?" She asked with a small laugh. She shook her head, smiling lightly as she slowly began to drift off again. Dang it! There she went again, dazing off once again! She snapped herself from her daze and looked at him a little tiredly. After singing about how he was a flirt he had responded simply with, "I am not a flirt! I just state what I think is true!" She wasn't going to say anything about that just because she didn't want to argue with him. She had no reason to argue with him about it even though she knew he was flirting with her even if he was just flirting with her a little. You would have thought she did some kind of crazy dance move right where she sat because after what she had said about him looking better than she did his jaw had dropped. Unsure of what to do she just watched him and listened to what he had to say to that. "You're beautiful and you will be the best looking girl in the room and you will be my date and it will be perfect." She shook her head slightly, sighing softly then rubbing her eyes. "I am?" She asked when he mentioned that she was going to be his date. When did that come up until now? She didn't really mind... well okay maybe she did mind a little, but he had never really said anything about her being his date until now. If he did then she never noticed until now. "I'll just have to start giving you thousands of more compliments until you feel as beautiful as you are." Soon enough he had said that and she shook her head again. She looked at him, having more of a neutral face than any other expression. "You don't have to. I don't mind, I am at least comfortable with myself unlike a few other girls who aren't too comfortable with themselves." She told him with a single shrug. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say. She wasn't used to people calling her beautiful or anything like that so she was still just trying to get use to this. She has talked to Mark a lot of times and knows he's a sweet boy, but gosh... he came off a little strong for her at times.

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"Oh! You better tell me what you are wearing! I so want to know before almost anyone else." Kara's enthusiasm was infectious and Alanna would herself nodding happily,
"Of course I'll let you know." Alanna told her with a grin.

After Rachel had left, Kara responded to Alanna's question with a shrug. She didn't know why Rachel had left either, but she did seem to pick up on the fact that Rachel hadn't liked her. Alanna could understand the dislike. Rachel was fire while Kara was water. They were opposing elements. Before Alanna could suggest the idea to Kara, Lockie arrived and pranked the girls.


Kara, also hit with the spray of half-melted snow, took it a lot better than Alanna. Well, she was a Water student after all.
"Gosh Alanna chill out a bit, it's just water you know." Kara said, grinning at her. Alanna could only shrug in reply. She couldn't help it if her temper flared easily. Luckily it had only been Lockie pranking her, anyone else and she wouldn't have been able to take it as easily.

The fire was warm, thankfully, and was quickly drying the girl off. Alanna stood with her back to the fire and was therefore able to see Lowell, a fellow Lightning student, as he joined Alanna and Kara at their table.

"Looks like it was a good thing I was late for breakfast." He said by way of greeting. Lowell sat down, his tray of food sliding onto the table in front of him. He glanced up at Alanna and commented dryly,
"Lockie and I are the same age and you don't see me going around pelting people with lightning.Though think of the possibilities." Alanna's smile mimicked Lowell's as she imagined pulling Lockie's little prank with lightning.

"Entertaining for us," Alanna replied to Lowell, "Although potentially life threatening for the others." Of course Alanna would never dream of using her powers the way Lockie had just used his. Lightning was, at times, a hard element to control. It liked to jump through the air and had to be held back from following its own path. Lowell's particular gifts with Lightning were slightly different to Alanna's so she couldn't say how well he could control his gift, but Alanna knew for her that the larger the lightning bolt the harder it was to control.

"Well possibly because you act more mature than Lockie does some times." Kara's point brought another small smile to Alanna's lips. Lockie sometimes acted a lot younger than his years. Alanna had always just assumed that it was because he was an Air elemental. They all seemed a bit more light hearted than the other students.
Relatively dry now Alanna moved forward to retake her seat. She nibbled at the remainder of her food, listening as Kara questioned Lowell about what he was writing in his notebook.

Half of her attention stayed at the table with Lowell while the other half drifted to plans for the night. She would have to see what Blue was wearing to the feast and the after party. Hopefully the two could sit together. It wasn't the end of the world if Alanna couldn't sit with one of her friends, but it always made the night so much more enjoyable.

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For a girl who'd grown up on a beach, so much snow wasn't exactly something she was used to. Hell, before her first year her, she probably hadn't even owned a coat. She'd never needed one! Now, however, was a different story. Bundled up and making her way through the campus, Blue was hurrying towards the dining hall, where she knew she would find some source of warmth, and Alanna. The two were most likely going to attend the ball together and make a girl's night of it. The feast would go fine, given that there would be adult supervision and whatnot, but the after party would be a whole other story in and of itself. When they were together, Blue and Alanna were just....for lack of a better word anyways, unpredictable.

Opening the large doors, Blue walked in and shook the snow from her hair and took off her jacket. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to put a fireplace in the hall was a genius. Shrugging off her coat, Blue looked around, and within seconds had found Alanna, sitting by the aforementioned fireplace with Kara and Lowell. Breathing in deeply, she shot her friend a smile that she hoped told her she'd be there in a minute as she walked over to the line. Grabbing some french toast, some eggs, and some milk, she smiled to herself. It wasn't too much, and it wasn't going to leave her hungry. That, and she really liked french toast.

Turning on her heel, she made her way over to the table. By the time she was halfway over she could see that Alanna looked irked, Kara seemed...content, and Lowell was writing. What he was writing, she didn't know. Looking up, she smiled at Alanna as she finally reached her destination and sat down. "So, did I miss anything?" Picking up a piece of her french toast, she nibbled on it a bit and glancing over at Lowell, who was still just writing. After a moment, she shook her head and turned, moving to face Alanna. "Are we meeting up in your room tonight?"

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For a girl who'd grown up on a beach, so much snow wasn't exactly something she was used to. Hell, before her first year her, she probably hadn't even owned a coat. She'd never needed one! Now, however, was a different story. Bundled up and making her way through the campus, Blue was hurrying towards the dining hall, where she knew she would find some source of warmth, and Alanna. The two were most likely going to attend the ball together and make a girl's night of it. The feast would go fine, given that there would be adult supervision and whatnot, but the after party would be a whole other story in and of itself. When they were together, Blue and Alanna were just....for lack of a better word anyways, unpredictable.

Opening the large doors, Blue walked in and shook the snow from her hair and took off her jacket. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to put a fireplace in the hall was a genius. Shrugging off her coat, Blue looked around, and within seconds had found Alanna, sitting by the aforementioned fireplace with Kara and Lowell. Breathing in deeply, she shot her friend a smile that she hoped told her she'd be there in a minute as she walked over to the line. Grabbing some french toast, some eggs, and some milk, she smiled to herself. It wasn't too much, and it wasn't going to leave her hungry. That, and she really liked french toast.

Turning on her heel, she made her way over to the table. By the time she was halfway over she could see that Alanna looked irked, Kara seemed...content, and Lowell was writing. What he was writing, she didn't know. Looking up, she smiled at Alanna as she finally reached her destination and sat down. "So, did I miss anything?" Picking up a piece of her french toast, she nibbled on it a bit and glancing over at Lowell, who was still just writing. After a moment, she shook her head and turned, moving to face Alanna. "Are we meeting up in your room tonight?"

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Alex stood up from his seat and returned Marion's high five. "Meh, not much," he replied. "Just the usual: generally causing chaos wherever I go." He noticed the look on Marion's face and instantly recognized it. It was Marion's I just got away with something face. He listened to Marion's little rant, fairly amused at it. He burst out laughing when Theia drenched her, and couldn't contain himself either when Lockie drenched his friend, Alanna. He looked around to drench someone too, but the only potential candidates were all people who required a deal of subtlety when pranking. Blasting the water on his coat at them definitely was not part of that category. "Great" he commented on this. "Looks like Marion and I will have to be the wet half of the table." He threw off his wet coat, to be free of the water weighing him down.

When Lockie spilled the beans about his idea for the second snowball fight, Alex added, "Its not just some ordinary snowball fight, Lockie. Marion, imagine this. Imagine a snowball fight entirely composed of air elementalists. Think of the chaos! The insanity! The random hits on innocent bystanders! Tell me that's not amazing."

When Theia gave her breakfast, which was meager to begin with, to Marion, Alex frowned a bit. He knew that Theia didn't like eating, but this was a little ridiculous. "So your just going to skip breakfast then, Theia? That's the most important meal of the day. It's psychological." He put some of his extra bacon onto a plate. "Here, eat this. Before you turn it down, bacon is the food of GOD! Turning it down is blasphemy! Come on, eat it. I promise I didn't poison it." A pause. "That much."

Turning back to Marion, he said, "Anyway, Marion, you saw the sign for the winter feast right?" Addressing his friends, he asked, "Are we all sitting at the same table? The air group has to stick together, you know."

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“I've only tried it once Alanna, didn't go as well as I’d hoped.” The scruffy boy said in way of an official greeting to his fellow lightning elemental, not letting on if he was being quite serious or not. When in fact he had done just that, of course it had been an accident and very frightening, definitely not something he planned on partaking of again. At least if he could help it. Glancing over at Kara he shook his head lightly and laughed.

“You mean all the time?” Lowell asked rhetorically with a smirk to the girl sitting across from him, his and Lockie’s levels of maturity were so far apart it wasn’t even funny. As he began to tap his pen against the table he took the opportunity to answer her question, although he wasn't one to go into too much detail. “I’m not writing much, just finishing something up I started this morning before the sunrise and right after it began snowing. Kinda got the creative juices flowing I suppose.” He finished, looking up to notice Blue joining them.

“Let’s see…you missed Lockie and his amazing flights of fancy. So nothing too out of the ordinary.” Lowell answered lazily, favoring her with a welcoming grin before he shut his tattered notebook, stuck his pen behind his ear and began eating his breakfast post haste. He’d just realized that classes were going to start soon and he didn't exactly have time for a nice leisurely breakfast. His ears pricking slightly at the mention of the girls meeting in Alanna’s room.

Lowell briefly wondered what it would be like to have a close set of friends. People that you hung out with on a regular basis and you’d know they’d always have your back. Lowell figured it all had to do with own particular set of personality flaws and no one else’s. At least he had that bit right.

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With his breakfast happily digesting and his head slightly less aching than earlier, Brent pushed back his seat and took his tray of food up to the kitchens.
"Stunning as always Mel." Brent said with a wink to the cafeteria worker who took his plates. The older woman chuckled, used to Brent.

With his hands buried in his pockets and whistling a tune he left the dining room. Brent stepped out into the crisp morning, the cool air helping further to wake him up. As he walked towards the physics laboratory he let his mind go over the lesson. He could never remember who he had in each class, he'd have to check his roll when he got to the classroom. He entered the building a moment later, cringing slightly as the door slammed after him.

He took a deep breath, the science department always had a particular smell to it that Brent loved. Part chemicals, part metal and part inspiration... or so Brent thought. His physics room was on the third floor. Brent happily took the elevator, a relatively modern addition to the old building. He stepped out, turned left and then opened the door to his lab.

Desks stood empty across the room. They were high tables with stools instead of chairs. You average student would be the height sitting or standing when in the room. Brent went to work immediately, setting out the equipment. Each table, capable of sitting a pair of students, received one set of each. He loved experiment days. He could write out the instructions and let the students do the rest of the work, leaving him to rest at his desk.

Equipment out Brent returned to his desk, sat down in his comfortable chair and swung his feet up to rest on his desk. His hands went behind his head to act as a pillow and he let his eyes close as he waited for his students to arrive.


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“I've only tried it once Alanna, didn't go as well as I’d hoped.” Lowell replied. Alanna wasn't entirely sure if he was serious or not. She cocked her head slightly, trying to imagine the outcome. She gave up with the arrival of Blue.

"So, did I miss anything?" Blue asked as she sat down with the group and began eating. Alanna, thinking about Lockie's little joke screwed up her nose and let Lowell answer,
“Let’s see…you missed Lockie and his amazing flights of fancy. So nothing too out of the ordinary.”

"Are we meeting up in your room tonight?" Blue's question immediately took Alanna's mind off of Lockie's prank and she nodded happily to Blue.
"Sure are. Kara, you're coming too right?" Alanna replied. Alanna hoped that Kara would come, but she would understand if she had other plans. Alanna was looking forward to the feast and was pleased that she and Blue would be going together. It was always fun when the two of them did things together. Take for example drinking. The last party they had gone to together had been a bit of a blur for Alanna, but her and Blue had had a blast.

Alanna's eyes flicked to Lowell and a thought struck her as she glanced back to Blue. "Lowell, why don't you come with us? We're going to go as a group of friends." Alanna gave him a friendly smile before adding, "It'll be fun."
While he wasn't one of Alanna's best friends she always enjoyed having Lowell around. Perhaps it was because he was another lightning elemental and there weren't many of them at the Academy. Whatever the reason Alanna thought that he'd make a good addition to the party. Plus, it was always funny watching Blue around Lowell.

Alanna glanced up from the table, her attention drawn to Mr Tanner as he left the dining room. His departure reminded Alanna that classes would be starting soon enough. She'd finished her breakfast but she would wait for her friends before leaving for class. She had physics anyway, Mr Tanner never seemed to mind if you turned up a minute or two late.


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"Its not just some ordinary snowball fight, Lockie. Marion, imagine this. Imagine a snowball fight entirely composed of air elementalists. Think of the chaos! The insanity! The random hits on innocent bystanders! Tell me that's not amazing."
Lockie had to smile as Alex described the snowball fight.
"Ya know, that does sounds pretty amazing" Lockie said through a mouthful of cereal. He could picture whirlwinds of flying snow, running students and flying snowballs.

Lockie, lost in his imagination, barely noticed that Theia wasn't eating. In fact he only realised when Alex pushed a portion of his breakfast onto Theia's plate and said, "So your just going to skip breakfast then, Theia? That's the most important meal of the day. It's psychological... Here, eat this. Before you turn it down, bacon is the food of GOD! Turning it down is blasphemy! Come on, eat it. I promise I didn't poison it... That much."
Lockie, oblivious to the actual reason for Theia not eating grabbed his own plate and helpfully shovelled a portion of his eggs and fruit salad onto Theia's plate.
"Did you forget to grab your food?" Lockie asked, completely forgetting the fact that Theia had just given away her food. Lockie was like that. His mind seemed to wonder at times and he would often missed portions of conversations.

"Are we all sitting at the same table? The air group has to stick together, you know." Alex's question was an obvious. Lockie nodded,
"You bet." He told Alex. He'd finished his cereal, engulfed it really and now his hands were ideally blowing small gusts of wind down the table. The winds caught on to odd pieces of dust and paper, swirling them around and off the table. "We should make sure to get the table furthest from the teachers." He added, thinking of last year when he'd been right next to the teachers. Being right under the watchful eyes of the teachers meant that you couldn't enjoy the mulled wine provided by the Academy.

With a jolt Lockie sat up straight, his winds ceasing abruptly.
"Is it time for classes yet?" He asked, pulling back his sleeve to check his watch. Only he wasn't wearing his watch. For that matter he didn't seem to have any of his books or bags with him either.
"What do I have first?" he mumbled to himself a moment later, racking his mind for a reminder of his scheduale. If it was a physical subject he wouldn't need to get his books, but he had a feeling that his first class was likely to be something else.

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Kara was a little nosy, she admitted that much. She sighed, shifting in her seat when Lowell responded to her. “I’m not writing much, just finishing something up I started this morning before the sunrise and right after it began snowing. Kinda got the creative juices flowing I suppose.”He finished which made her nod. "That's good, so do you draw or write stuff if that note book?" She asked curiously. Right afterwards she sighed, looking over at Blue who had just sat down. She offered the girl a gentle smile. "Are we meeting up in your room tonight?" Blue had asked Alanna. She glanced down at her lap for a minute, waiting for Alanna's response. "Sure are. Kara, you're coming too right?" Alanna had replied to Blue's question. "Of course I am!" She replied with a bright smile. There was no doubt that she would be there. Running a hand through her hair she sighed softly. "Do you guys know what you’re wearing to the after party?" She asked suddenly since they were on the topic of the Feast and After Party. She glanced at Alanna then at Blue and finally at Lowell.

"Lowell, why don't you come with us? We're going to go as a group of friends." Alanna had gave him a friendly smile before adding, "It'll be fun." Kara looked to Lowell, quirking an eyebrow at him as if wondering what his response would be. She kind of hope he would be there just because she thought the more the merrier. Plus she thought Lowell was a pretty cool person. She hesitated slightly before taking her phone out and playing angry birds while thinking of how Lowell would even respond to that question that came from Alanna. Lifting her head momentarily from her game after losing a round she noticed Brent Tanner making his way out of the Dining room and probably to his class. This reminded her that there was only a small time left before class was supposed to begin. Great... she was never really the one who enjoyed school or tried very hard in it either.




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Beau slowly tore his eyes away from his book, and dispensed it back into his bag where it was supposed to be. After seeing several people stand up and leave the dining room where he assumed most were going to class. By checking his watch that confirmed his thoughts. Not at all did he notice Marion looking at him at any point in time because he was too focused on the book To Kill a Mockingbird at the time. He glanced around the room just in time to see the Marion leaving with a few of her friend's. He grumbled a little angrily as he remembered what class he had next... stupid Professor Tanner. He didn't even deserve the Professor part really all he deserved was Brent. He mumbled something under his breath about Metal's before he spun placed his bag onto his shoulders and left the dining room.

Upon walking from the dining room he went outside, buying himself some time before having to get to the class he disliked probably the most out of all of them. He stopped outside, scooping a cold ball of ice into his hand. Pushing it from hand to hand he debated whether or not he should throw it up into the air. Suddenly a grin took to his face this happened when he got the best idea he could think about. Of course like any other person would he second guessed himself when he knew he would probably get in trouble along with making Brent Tanner disliking him even more than he already did. He chuckled at the thought, it was a good one, but today he wasn't really in the mood for it. He hesitated before throwing it at the school then he went back into school.

Finally after wasting some time he went to class, looking around for maybe a fellow Wood student to be in the hallway. Shaking his head he hated the fact that there weren't that many Wood students. He crossed his arms over his chest, sighing softly. He passed by a flyer which said that there was a Feast tonight. Oh great, a feast tonight. When there was a Feast there was going to be an after party and that was pretty much the only thing that he actually looked forward to. Mostly because he didn't have to wear a tux while watching other's stuff their faces and dance. Plus he didn't really enjoy it because most years it was just him and a few other friend's. It was nothing that really interested him to be honest he kind of really just preferred to sit under a tree while other's danced and spent their time at the feast. He sighed softly, thinking more about it as he began to near the one class he didn't want to go to but had to go to.




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Harmony sighed softly, shaking her head at Mark. She then noticed a few people rising from their seat, obviously class was about to start. She slid her phone from her pocket, checking the time before stuffing it back into her back pocket. "I better get to class Mark, it was nice talking to you. I'll see you in class later, okay?" She told him before getting up, slinging her bag over her shoulder then smiling at Mark a moment before walking away from the table. She thought about which class she had and soon enough she remembered that it was Professor Tanner that she had at the beginning of the day. Sighing softly she began to make her way over there, wondering if she had left anything in her room that she may have needed for the class, though, she doubted it.

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Alanna waited long enough for Lowell's answer before picking up her plate and standing up from the table.

"I've gotta get to class." She said to the small group, glancing quickly at the number of students leaving the dining hall, "But I'll see you guys in class." Alanna couldn't remember if she shared physics class with any of the three, but second period was Professor Janvier's compulsory class so she would see them then anyway.

Alanna quickly took her plates up to be cleaned before leaving through the main doors. Immediately the cold hit her and Alanna hugged her clothes tighter around her. Not wanting to slip on any of the ice she took care with her steps. She managed to make it across the snow filled yard with no problem, reaching the relative safety of the covered walkway without mishap. Then it was only a short walk to the science building and her physics class.

Pushing the door open she saw that only half the room was full, the other half of its students still on their way. Professor Tanner sat at his desk at the head of the classroom, feet resting lazily on his desk. Alanna skirted around his desk and took a seat beside the window at an empty table. She placed her bag down beside her, drew out her physics book and then waited for the lesson to begin.

Alanna could see that they would be working in pairs and hoped that someone wouldn't leave Alanna working alone. A moment later the door opened and Anastasia Palmer walked in. The girl was an ice elemental and not someone that Alanna considered a friend. Anastasia took a seat at the back of the classroom, she too was alone. Alanna hoped that Mr Tanner wouldn't force any pair-less students together, Alanna would rather work alone than with an ice student. Instead of worry about who she would work with Alanna turned her attention to the instruments set up on the table, wondering what they would be doing today.

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Lockie was still unsure what he had first period. He stood up, collecting his plate and gave a distracted wave to his friends,
"I'll see you all period two" He told them, referring to one of their compulsory classes. Honestly it was a wonder that he had remembered that... if only he could remember what he had first period.
He listed the teachers and classes as he took his dishes up, striking off classes he was certain he didn't have.

In the end, having reached no definite answer, Lockie was forced to return to his room. There, stuck above his desk, was a large class schedule. Lockie ran a finger across and let out a sigh of relief.
"Study Period" He said to himself, a loop-sided grin spreading across his face. He realised that he probably could have slept in later since his study periods meant he had the whole period to do whatever he wanted. He could sleep through it all if he wanted. But he knew that he would have to use it to catch up on assignments.

Lockie collected his books, stuffed them into his backpack and then proceeded to leave his room. The library was his destination and the walk to the library shouldn't have taken all that long. Only Lockie, as most students know, was easily distracted. A stray thought made him change direction, the drifting sound of music caught his attention a moment later and before he knew it he was on the opposite side of the school from the library, wondering through quiet corridors with little purpose.

It was as he was wondering down one such corridor that he caught sight of a figure quietly sketching in a window seat. As he came closer he recognised Xanthia. Or at least that's what he thought her name was. He hadn't really seen the younger girl around that much.
"Hi, what are you sketching?" He asked. His natural curiousity and friendliness meant he rarely suffered from shyness.

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Kara sighed, watching as Alanna rose from her seat and excused herself since she did have class. This was when she remembered that the two didn't have the same period this period, so it was probably a good idea that Kara started to class too. She had no interest in being late to class and getting into trouble because she was busy talking to people. After a while of thinking about which class she had to go to she finally stood up. "I got to get to class too, but I'll see you two around." She announced before making her way over to where she threw away her plate. Once she finished getting rid of her plate she left the dinning hall and slung her bag over her shoulder carelessly. She was now on her way to Professor Heart's class whom of which taught Mathematics, one of the classes that she didn't particularly mind too much.




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Beau finally made it to Professor Tanner's room, and suddenly he wished that he had brought that snowball to throw on the Professor. Too late now though, sighing softly he smirked a little as he walked into the room. "Hey, Hey! Mr. Tanner! Nice to see you this lovely snowy morning right?!" He said to his Professor loudly. He was obviously being both obnoxious and sarcastic on purpose just to get a rise out of the Professor and maybe even a few kids in his class room at the moment. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "So, want to give us a little preview of what we are going to do today? Or no?" He asked, lowering his voice slightly as he sat right up in the front seat in front of Professor Tanner's desk. He grinned a little while setting his bag on the ground and began to lean way back in his seat.




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Harmony slowly entered the room, gently fixing the book that she was holding in her hand. On the way to Professor Tanner's room she had stopped by her dorm room quickly so that she could get her text book for his class, and now here she was standing in his room and making her way over to a desk that in the middle of the room. She looked at Beau, raising an eyebrow slightly at him as he spoke to Professor Tanner. She had remembered that Beau was a Wood and Professor Tanner was a Metal so obviously they never really got along. It didn't help that Beau was always trying to get Professor Tanner mad or was always trying to annoy him. She bit her lip, opening her book and examining her work silently as she waited for further instructions on what they were going to do today.

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The obnoxious voice of one of Brent's least favourite students broke through his rest.
"Hey, Hey! Mr. Tanner! Nice to see you this lovely snowy morning right?!" Beau's voice was loud and sarcastic, as Brent could only expect from such a student. "So, want to give us a little preview of what we are going to do today? Or no?" The boy continued, taking a seat at the front of the room.

Brent raised his eyebrows, not impressed at all with the young man's attitude. But, he had to admit that Beau had given Brent the perfect opener. With a slight twitch of his hand Brent called on his metal bending and directed his mind at the metal legs of Beau's chair. As Beau smiled smugly at Brent the metal legs of his chair buckled forward.
"Today we're experimenting with the concept of gravity." Brent explained, standing up and wondering around to the front of his desk. He addressed the whole class as most appeared to have arrived and taken seats. One hand removed his sun glasses as he spoke, while the other leaned back over his desk to grab an apple.
"You see gravity is the attraction of two bodies. You and the earth, Mr Miller and the floor. The larger the other body, the larger the gravity force acting on you. " Brent gave his apple a bite and flashed a grin down at Beau,
"I hope you're not going to be spending all day down there Mr Miller, you'll miss out on our class." Sarcasm was evident in his voice.

Sure, using your powers to throw a student off their chair was hardly teacher protocol, but Brent had always believed in the rule 'his classroom, his rules'.
"I want you all to partner up and begin the experiment. By the end of the period I expect all of you to have done the experiment and began the report." Brent Tanner paused, considering when to make the report due. He knew the Winter Feast was on tonight and that most of the students would be drinking at the after party, so there was little chance of anything getting done tonight.
"I expect everyone's reports to be handed in the day after tomorrow. Apart from Mr Miller, your report is due tomorrow." Brent couldn't hide the smirk that flitted across his face. He loved being a teacher.




Lockie Porter


Lockie had obviously surprised the girl. She jumped and exclaimed, 'Crymony!' , a very strange choice of word.
Lockie came closer, standing with his hands resting on his head as Xanthia answered.
"I was drawing the layout for the decorations and everything for the Feast tonight. But then you came along and scared me, successfully ruining my picture," Lockie frowned slightly, craning his head slightly to see where he had accidentally caused her to ruin her picture. He was just about to open his mouth and apologise when Xanthia continued,
"It's alright, though. I wasn't that far along, so I can just copy it onto another piece of paper,"

"Oh, that's a relief." He replied with a smile. He was considering leaving and letting Xanthia continue with her sketching when she scooted over slightly in her seat and patted the spot next to her. Lockie, completely oblivious to Xanthia's flushed cheeks, nodded happily as she offered him the seat which Lockie took. Xanthia offered Lockie some food and Lockie, despite having just eaten, accepted a granola bar with a happy shrug. In Lockie's mind you could never get enough food.
"I thought I was the only one that carried around a personal stash." Lockie remarked through bites of the bar. He pulled out of his own bag a small bag of small sweets and offered the bag to Xanthia, but pulled back when Xanthia began talking about the feast.

"By the way, do you have any ideas for the Feast, at all? I would love for another person's input. Also, what would you think of it being a masquerade feast? That would be fun, no?' Lockie had to smile at Xanthia's enthusiasm, but he merely shrugged at her idea.
"It's never been masquerade before." He told her, "It's probably best to stick to the traditional decorations and stuff. Y'know, ice ribbons, snow and all that kind of stuff."
He felt slightly bad disagreeing with her idea, but he knew the ice students would get angry if someone tried to change the feast.
"But hey, you're going to the after party right?" Lockie asked, his thoughts already jumping ahead to the fun night to come. "I'm determined to get one of the ice students to make a slide out the window this year."
A dream perhaps, but one that Lockie was determined to have realised.

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Lowell was slightly taken by surprise when Alanna extended the invitation to meet up with them later. Smiling at the thought of becoming a social butterfly for the evening he nodded and agreed. “I’ll be there then, thanks.” He replied, his gaze lingering on Blue for longer than was probably necessary. He admitted to himself that he was quite attracted to the girl and any chance to spend more time around her was a blessing in disguise.

As the small group began to break up he gathered his things, tucked his notebook into the pocket of his coat and saluted those who remained. “See you lovely ladies later, math calls.” Lowell said to Blue before he tossed the remains of his breakfast in the trash and stacked his tray along with the others. Bundling himself back up he placed his hat back on top of his thoroughly tousled head and once again braved the cold.

He watched as students in groups or pairs made their way along the snowy sidewalks to the building which held their classes. He himself was on his way to math, not to as a student but as a teacher’s assistant. Ms. Heart had asked Lowell to help her out with her high school classes seeing as how he was quite the mathematician and it was his major after all. He didn’t figure that he’d probably go into teaching, he’d much rather be a statician, but those kind of jobs didn’t just pop out of nowhere. Especially when you were only twenty-one years old and had no sort of work history, so as a fall back he decided why not see what it takes to be a teacher or a professor.

Funnily enough he actually found himself liking it. Helping someone understand a formula, or how something works was amazing. The look on a person’s face when they finally got it was completely worth it. Pushing open the door of the classroom he walked inside and immediately began to take off his outer layers. If it was freezing outside it was more than warm enough in the classroom. Looking around he noticed the absence of Ms. Heart and wondered what he would do if kids started showing up and she didn’t. While he liked helping out he wasn’t exactly qualified.



Niall Turlough


Niall couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face as Caterina lopped her arm through his and very matter of factly asked him if he was asking her on a date. The young Irish man was thoroughly intrigued by her direct manner and was even more pleased by the fact that she apparently liked his brash personality. Now that he knew she wasn’t the kind of girl you had to hide your personality with it would definitely make things a lot smoother.

“It’s a date then, shall I pick you up from your hallway. I promise I’ll not piss on anything or anyone or piss anyone off for that matter. Well I’ll do my best on that last one, don’t make promises you can’t keep right?” He replied playfully, as he began to escort her to her class. He had a free study period currently and there wasn’t anyone to mark him tardy so it wouldn’t matter if he was running a bit behind or not.

Looking down at the very lovely girl on his arm his mind wandered to the feast later that evening and even better than that, the after party. Not to mention he actually had a date this time. Niall usually went stag and hooked up with girls at the after party after everyone was nice and wasted including himself which was fine but this year had the makings to be quite epic.

Tossing his head back and laughing at the fact Cat was a fan of his so called cocky attitude, he ran a free hand through his snow dampened curly hair. He’d refrained from absorbing any more water knowing that if he did he’d be stuck in a bathroom at the urinal the rest of the day and he’d just promised about the whole pissing thing besides.

“Me, nervous? Ha. I laugh in the face of nerves. Either way, no worries, Love. I couldn’t stop being a cocky asshole if I tried and I have tried. It was quite painful.” Niall finished, his blue eyes dancing as he let Caterina try and get a word in edgewise. She had no idea what she was getting herself into and he’d be more than happy to show her.

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It didn't take too long for Marion to get to Mr. Tanner's class, however, she did take the time to make a journey out of the average walking through the hallway. After throwing out her devoured blueberry muffin, she made her way past several large glass windows. They let in a clear image of the snowy world outside, something that seemed quaint yet cryptic to the fiery girl. All of a sudden, she stopped. Marion was one for spotting details, and just out of the corner of her eye, she had seen a most vivid sight. Through the crystal-like glass, she could see a statue lying coolly in the winter wonderland that surrounded it. It's grayish-white detail shone brightly through the white snow. The precipitation that had covered the statue's head was now petering off down to the ground, making the statue seem clear and crisp.

Without hesitation, Marion pulled out her ipod and started up a fancy photography app. She snapped a picture, saved it, and added effects to the photo as she leisurely sauntered to her destination. Not only was she a riot, a rebel, and a child in spirit, but she was an artist as well. Not exactly a traditional artist who painted and sketched, but something a little bit different. She wasn't a photographer, but a crafter, a cinematographer, and a musician. Marion's art, whatever form it came in, wasn't complex, but indiscriminate. She did whatever came to her brain. She wasn't a planner or a schemer. Her art was free, much like her personality. At the moment, she had been hastily putting her time into making a birdhouse composed entirely of cardboard. It wouldn't be as good as using actual wood, of course, but it could prove itself to be just as big of a challenge. She needed something to paint on the side, and the photograph she had just taken would serve as her inspiration. Always in the corner of her mind, her daydreams of birds actually entering into her hand-made structure pushed her to keep working on the project.

She tucked her ipod deep into the crevices of her bag. Mr. Tanner was a metal elementalist, and he was particularly known for feeling and publicly revealing objects that were composed of the material. Marion, having a deep respect for the professor, wanted only to impress him, and would do anything it took to follow his command. She had this sort of dedication for only a few teachers in her life. The first being a private tutor who had home-schooled her during her circus days, the second being Mr. Tanner, and the third, Nicholas Youngblood.

She walked into the room, neither being late or early, and took a seat near the front of the class. Marion always loved sitting in the front. To her, it was where the most action happened. She took out a green-colored pen, and started to write the date on the top the paper inside her notebook. Her black notebook had the Batman logo printed over the cover.

Marion jerked up when she heard the sound of scraping metal. Beau Miller was on the floor right next to her desk. Although she had undoubted feelings for the boy, she couldn't help but chuckle a little. The way Mr. Tanner's face looked at Beau with an utmost discrepancy gave her a clue as to what had actually happened. Mr. Tanner's mannerisms were the reason why Marion had taken a liking to Physics. He was what she strived to be. "Dude, you alright?" she silently asked Beau, a little bit too silently to say the least. She would have helped him up, but Mr. Tanner began to speak before she had the chance to even extend her arm.

"Today we're experimenting with the concept of gravity." he said, grabbing his sunglasses that he had been wearing. With a smile, Marion subtly shook her head. Anyone with the courage to wear sunglasses during the winter was a badass in her book.
"You see gravity is the attraction of two bodies. You and the earth, Mr Miller and the floor. The larger the other body, the larger the gravity force acting on you. " He took a bite of his apple that had been sitting on his desk, and continued, "I hope you're not going to be spending all day down there Mr Miller, you'll miss out on our class."
Marion exhaled rather deeply, and stared at Beau out of the corner of her eye until he got up.

"I want you all to partner up and begin the experiment. By the end of the period I expect all of you to have done the experiment and began the report."
A partner project? Marion had no idea. She had always considered experiments a pain in the ass, but having a partner would at least make it more tolerable. The only hard part about a partner project would be picking someone who would be able to get the work done fast while also having a good time doing it...

"I expect everyone's reports to be handed in the day after tomorrow. Apart from Mr Miller, your report is due tomorrow."
The words that Mr. Tanner had nonchalantly said to Beau stabbed Marion like a knife to the heart. She almost choked on the air she had inhaled. She turned her head to Mr. Tanner, then Beau, then to her blank notebook page. Why would Mr. Tanner torture Beau on the day of the Winter Feast? What had Beau done to deserve that kind of punishment? She thought back to a couple of minutes ago. He was talking to Mr. Tanner about something when she had walked in...

Great; whatever he did, he had pissed him off, and now he was going to feel the wrath of Iron Man. (Marion's nickname for the physics professor that she sometimes called him by.) What would he do? What would she do? Most of the kids in the class were older than her by a couple of years. Beau was the only one close to her age. If they joined forces, she'd have to suffer his pain. But then again, did age even matter? She could just go up to someone and ask them to be her partner. It would be a piece of cake and a time-saver for her. But she wanted to help Beau. She was fairly smart enough in physics that she could guide him through his work. She wanted to ask him, but she didn't, but she did.
A scramble of decisions and thoughts swirling around in her head like a cyclone, Marion stared at Beau out of the corner of her eye, then looked down at her notebook, then did it again, and repeated. She'd leave Beau's fate up to his own decision. If he wanted to make life harder for himself, then his own choice would bring about his defeat. Marion sighed. Why was she freaking out over this like it was life or death? He was just some guy...

...No he wasn't. Sitting in her desk while motion surrounded her, she waited until someone would ask her to join them in the experiment. Her actions were completely going against her normal personality, as she was usually the first one to jump up out of her seat during a partner project. She folded her hands, looked down at her notebook, and patiently waited for someone to approach her.

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"Almost.." Anastasia whispered to herself, shading in the underside of a tree in her drawing, the pencil wearing dull in her fingers as she moved it gently across the paper. A male voice spoke up in a slightly sarcastic tone to Mr. Tanner and she looked up to see someone in the front row had been the one to do it. She wasn't sure, but was fairly certain that the two of them loathed each other to some extent, just like she didn't favor the fire students. Speaking of fire.

Ana glanced over briefly at Alanna, who sat a good distance away from her. She had felt her stare earlier when she walked in the room but didn't pay any mind to it. Seeing that she was alone without a partner, she tapped her pencil lightly against the pad on the table but shook her head. No, she would rather not go over there. Besides, were they really needing a second hand in this experiment?

As soon as she thought it though, Mr. Tanner had stood up after bending the legs of the male students' chair -was that Beau? She had seen him around. Ana had to stop herself from laughing at the action, and instead listened to Mr. Tanner explain the lab today. Gravity? How was that needing a partner? All you had to do was drop two objects with different mass and explain why one would fall faster.. Right?

Grabbing one of the lab books to write the lab results in and do the report, she also turned her drawing pad to a blank page. she didn't have anything like bouncy balls to use, so she would have to improvise. Ripping two of the pages out - Ana only crumpled one of them up into a ball, leaving the other flat and smooth. She would work alone on this until told otherwise.