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Lockie Porter

'I'm not sure, but I think I've lost my glasses again'

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

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'I'm breezing through, get it... breezing'





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Name: Lachlan Ralph Porter
Nickname: Lockie 'Lockie, not Lachlan'
Age: 21
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hometown: Montreal, Canada
Element: Air
Studies: A BA in History and English

Likes:
|| The Outdoors || Flying || History ||
|| Friends || Freedom || Wind || Heights ||

Dislikes:
|| Being Grounded || Dirt || Effort ||
|| Strict Rules || Small spaces ||

Fears:
Being Buried alive 'No air, no sun. Just a mound of dirt. My worst nightmare'
Claustrophobia 'I have a fear of small, closed in spaces.'
Snakes 'The moment I see a snake you know I'm outta here.'

Quirks:
Lockie wears glasses to read but will often lose them, so he is frequently found squinting at text.



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Element: Air

Powers:
Lockie is an air elementalist. His powers are heavily linked with the wind currents and the weather. Whereas some Air Elementals can create air, Lockie can only manipulate it. He relies on the natural wind currents to power his abilities.

Given time and patience Lockie can collect small breezes and build them up into a powerful gale. Needless to say his powers increase dramatically as the natural wind currents gather force. He has yet to be able to create full blown tornadoes. Perhaps, given a level of concentration that Lockie lacks, he might be able to further his powers.

Lockie can also, in a sense, fly. Given enough wind he can manipulate it to form a cushion below him which, depending on the strength, can let him hover just off the ground or let him speed through the air.

Rival Element:
Earth
'They're all so... stubborn and practical.'

Weaknesses:
Of course, on a still day Lockie finds himself much less powerful. Since he cannot create winds he must rely on natural wind currents.
Lockie's eyesight has never been superb. He requires glasses for reading and since he frequently misplaces them is usually forced to squint or guess at what is written.
He is also forgetful, a weakness that sees him losing more than just his glasses.

Strengths:
Lockie is extremely agile and quick on his feet. He makes a fine addition to the Academy's track team.
Lockie is also a good artist and can frequently be found doodling in the margin of his notes.




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Personality:
Forgetfulness is a trait of Lockie's that often sees him portrayed as an air-headed, day-dreamer. While he does have trouble keeping track of his daily appointments and personal possessions, one should never make the mistake of thinking him an air-head or stupid. Behind his dreamers eyes is a mind that is perfectly equipped for the studies of English and History. He excels in his subjects of choice. It is true that, in subjects he finds less interesting, Lockie can often be found day-dreaming or doodling in his book. But, given enough incentive and time, Lockie can master most topics.

Lockie is a friendly person who is always eager to interact with his friends. He comes at most things with an easy smile and an open mind. He likes to explore the possibilities and is seemingly never content to lock himself away or shut out one of his options. This trait can sometimes be mistaken for indecisiveness. While this is true in some parts, there are times when Lockie is able to make snap choices. Usually these situations revolve around sleeping and eating though, or if he feels the sudden 'call of the wind'. When such a feeling strikes him he can be extremely impulsive, so much so that he has been known to jump up from a class and wonder out.

He has a playful streak that usually reveals itself in the harmless pranks he plays on his friends. He has a good sense of humour and a love of all things pun related. Most people have accepted that Lockie's jokes aren't the best but Lockie doesn't seem to mind. As long as he finds them funny he is happy.

His lightheartedness and friendly smile have made him many friends in the past. He takes little seriously and most people find him hard to anger. In fact Lockie doesn't seem to posses any sort of temper. He forgives easily, perhaps a little too easily, and trusts people fairly quickly. Some people have called Lockie naive for this. In fact it is just that he finds holding on to grudges tiring. He has little energy when it comes to enmities. That isn't to say that he has none or that he gets along with everybody. Sure he forgives past slights but there are people, namely the Earth students, who Lockie makes sure to avoid.

|| Friendly || Forgetful || Day-dreamer || Playful ||
|| Open mind || Lighthearted ||


History:
Lockie was born into a fairly run of the mill family. His Mother, Heather Porter, worked as a nurse while Lockie's father ran a small plumbing business. As the youngest of three boys Lockie was usually the one being looked after. His forgetfulness meant that he was forever losing wallets, misplacing school notes and running out of bus money. Luckily his older brothers took him under their wing and always ensured that Lockie's spacey attitude didn't result in him falling into any trouble.

His older brothers also prevented Lockie's peers from bullying the young boy. From an early age Lockie could tell he was different. When he was angry the winds seemed to get fiercer, previously still days would suddenly become filled with whipping winds as he unconsciously pulled all the nearby winds towards him. The kids at school, rather than face the wrath of his older brothers, avoided him.

Lockie didn't mind though. He was perfectly able to entertain himself. It worried his parents though, who thought Lockie's lack of friends was due to some problem with Lockie. They sent him to a doctor who could find nothing wrong with the boy. They were also bewildered by Lockie's powers. His brothers, of course, loved it. His parents were a bit more reserved about the matter and put endless amounts of energy into finding out what was wrong with him.

It wasn't until Lockie was twelve that he found out the winds he had been accidentally controlling were part of his elemental powers. A member of the Academy staff visited the Porter family and explained the situation.
Now, nine years after the visit, Lockie is attending the Academy as a university student. He aims to get a degree in History and English.

Other: Lockie is a member of the Academy track team.

So begins...

Lockie Porter'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.




Lockie Porter


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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Alex looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Yet again, his morning shower had thrown his hair way out of its usual form, and it refused to stay the way he wanted it to. Simply getting fed up with it now, he ended his little battle with his hair the way he always did. He focused on his channel of air, and caused it to move past his face as a breeze, forcing his hair into its usual part. Satisfied, he walked back to his room to grab the rest of his things.

Alex glanced around at his fairly messy room. He was wearing a plain long sleeved shirt and jeans. Never one to miss breakfast, he quickly grabbed his coat. As he approached the door, he turned around, and used a heavy gust of wind to blow his writer's journal into his hand. He never went anywhere without it, as he knew from experience that a great idea could strike him at the weirdest moments.

Alex walked down the path from the dormitories to the dining hall, occasionally blowing the snow around absentmindedly with his air current. Whatever idea might strike him today, it was probably going to involve snow. Not staring off into space today was going to be a little difficult with all of this snow around him. He was about halfway down the path when he saw Lockie watching a tree that was starting to cave in a bit under the snow. As Lockie blew the snow off of a branch, Alex had a mischievous idea. He set his journal down on a nearby bench, and quickly made a snowball. He tossed it up into the air, and let his current catch it. He blew it around to a bit behind Lockie, and made himself look as innocent as possible as he caused the current to launch the snowball at Lockie's back.

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A fluff of white-blond hair is the only sign of human existence in an almost barren room, other than the slight movement of a breathing person beneath a simple gray blanket. The room holds very little furniture, only a bed and a dresser, and therefore seems far larger than it actually is- this being the intent of its only resident. She doesn't like closed in or small spaces, and thus does her best to make her room seem larger than it is. Despite this, there are still things scattered about the floor, managing to make what should be a neat room look like a tornado flew through it. Of course, this isn't beyond possible, given that it is the living space for an air elemental who is known for getting herself into all sorts of messes and such. This, along with the walls, is the only real sign of the personality of the room's owner, however. The walls are caked over with posters and, on one side, a shelf nailed into the wall that holds stacks of books. Most of the posters are of places she's been, bands she likes, and movies or books that she was a fan of. There are also a few hangings that label the human anatomy, probably because the girl asleep in the bed is a University student who is studying medicine to be a surgeon.

It is not an alarm that wakes the girl, but the sound of a snowball against her window, most likely accidentally placed. She's on the first floor, after all, and therefore can hear the shrieks and giggles of those who are outside of her room, pegging each other with snowballs and generally having a good time in the snow. When she swings herself off of the bed and looks out the window to confirm that the noises are coming from a large snowball fight, Theia breaks out into a large grin, because that is her sort of morning. She rushes through getting ready for school like a little kid who was told that they have to be dressed and showered before opening presents on Christmas morning. Rather than using a towel to dry herself after a shower, she just harnesses the winds, knocking over a few posters, and soon her hair is almost afro-like, a white cloud around her head. It could be possible be described as a halo, so long as the person observing it isn't familiar with the young woman's nature.

After dressing and such, the girl decides that she hasn't got the time to go out the front door, because that would waste valuable snow time, and climbs out her window. The first person she sees is one Kevin Stihl, a metal student whom she happens to know rather hates both her and her closest friend, and therefore a perfect victim. She forms a snowball with her hands, careful to make it the perfect consistency, and then creates a powerful air current. Casual as you like, she just tosses up the snowball and it is launched right into the back of the lad's head. She then turns around, looking the picture of innocence, so long as one ignores the mischievous smile on her face and the glint in her owl eyes. Owl because they certainly seem larger than those of the average person- a physical trait that seems to be her trademark. They certainly were used by the young woman, as a child, as justification for her belief that she was actually from a different planet, but was dropped off for protection in a way similar to Superman.

She notices Alex blowing a snowball at Lockie, both of whom are her fellow Air elementals, and grins at the fact that he is using the same methodology as hers to go about efficiently pelting people with snowballs. Not one to miss an opportunity, as his attention is diverted from her, the young woman packs a small snowball with one hand, and then twirls her finger, gathering winds into a miniature tornado. She makes it about two feet in radius and height, before depositing one, and then another, snowball in it. The girl then sends it over towards Alex, intending for one to hit him, and the other to pelt him as soon as he turns around to search for the attacker.

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“Mother of God, it’s too fucking early.” Niall grumbled to himself as he snaked one of his arms out from beneath the heavy down comforter on his bed and smacked at his phone until it clattered to the floor and stopped ringing. Smiling to himself he began to drift back into the warm embrace of sleep before his phone once again started to blare. Cursing, he threw back his covers and immediately found himself covered in goose bumps; fumbling for his phone he regarded it carefully with one eye still glued shut from sleep. “Well, shit.”

It was his alarm and not a text from some asshole before nine in the morning as he’d originally thought. Niall thought he’d be done waking up early when he graduated high school, he hadn’t exactly thought about the fact that if he wanted to go to Uni he’d have to be an even earlier riser. He supposed it was their way of getting them ready for life in the world of adults, though he sincerely doubted if he’d ever quite grow up.

Rising from his messy bed, he stretched and contemplated making his bed before blowing it off and grabbing his stuff before heading to the showers. Making his way to the bathroom he was for once completely silent which only happened at this time of the day, which many morning people were grateful for. Stepping into the steaming shower he rested his head against the cool tile and let the warm spray bring him back to life so to speak.

After finishing his shower ritual, he quickly absorbed the water clinging to his skin and soaking his hair and dressed himself in a pair of tight, faded, tattered black jeans, a thermal long-sleeved shirt and a even older, rattier Joy Division t-shirt over that. Stuffing his feet into his usual broken in black boots he made his way back to his room and grabbed his coat, a grey plaid pea coat affair that he paired with a long green scarf he wound around his neck, topped off with his black ski cap. Finally feeling as if he were finally prepared to step into the winter wonderland that was the school grounds, Niall girded his loins and left his dormitory.

As he pushed open the door he was hit full force in the face with a tightly packed snowball. Flinching out of fright and pain, he quickly strode out to where there was a snowball fight happening…apparently. “I wasn’t even ready!” he shouted as he once again absorbed the moisture clinging to his face and bent down to begin forming his own set of snowballs. Niall had been planning on getting something warm to eat but this had become war.

Grinning madly he began chucking his snowballs willy-nilly as he ran for cover, no one was safe. Not even Lockie. The Irish boy was a kid at heart and he loved things like this. You could actually get away with throwing projectiles at people and you didn’t get in trouble. It was amazing. It was then he noticed Theia and her nonchalant toss of a snowball in Kevin Stihl’s direction and then watched as she used her ability to whip up a tiny tornado for even more snowball destruction directed at Alexander. Still being pelted by snowballs, Niall used his ability to keep himself dry; absorbing whatever moisture was clinging to him and made his way over to his best friend.

“Oi, prick!” he called out to Kevin, hoping that he’d turn around just in time to get a face full of snow but in all probability it would only made Niall look like the person who attacked him with snow to begin with. Not that he gave a shit what Kevin thought anyway. Smiling down at Theia he arched his eyebrows at her exaggeratedly.

“You didn’t hit me in the face with a snowball, did you?” He asked, casually looking around for more victims as he bent down to begin making a small stack of snowballs.

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Alex took a few steps back, laughing at Lockie's surprise, when suddenly a snowball pelted him in the back. Alex's face instantly changed from amusement to confusion. Lockie wasn't above a good joke, but they weren't this elaborate. He turned in the direction of the snowball... only to be instantly pelted in the face with another. He shot a burst of air off of his face, knocking off the snow and moisture like it had never been there. He looked up and saw, surprise surprise, Theia standing nearby. The mere fact that she was standing there was all the prove Alex needed to find the culprit. "Oh, hah hah. Very funny. I guess I did deserve that though", he said. He bent down to casually scoop up a lump of snow. "Regardless," he said as he tossed the snow into the air, "this means WAR!"

Alex created a vortex of wind around the airborne snow, creating a perfect sphere. He then launched the snowball right at Theia. Breakfast could wait. For now at least. Alex dove to his own side of the field, and opened fire with snowball after snowball at Theia and Lockie. It had gone on for a few minutes when, out of the blue, Niall randomly jumped into the fray for seemingly no reason. In the midst of this seeming chaos, inspiration struck Alex, but not towards the usual subject.

Alex ran into the middle of the fray with his arms extended, yelling "Hold it! Time out! Hang on a second!" With the action around him calmed, he said "I have had the best idea ever. I'd say we do it now, but..." His thought was interrupted by a rather loud complaint from his stomach. "Well... yeah, that's why not". Composing himself, Alex said "Anyway, find every air elemental you know, and tell them to meet here at break." He looked over at Niall, suddenly remembering he was a water elemental. "Niall, you can join in to, if you want, but you'll be at a disadvantage. We are going to have an air elemental snowball fight!" Alex's stomach yet again growled. He used his current to blow his journal from the bench to his hand. "Anyway, I'm going to the dining hall before someone takes all of the bacon. Anyone want to come?"

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Caterina woke up to her alarm clock blaring, her head pounded a little. She slipped out of bed and did a long yawn, stretching her slender arms above her head. She walked over to her window, which brought a smile to her lips. She was delighted to see snow. She opened up her window and tilted her head back, enjoying the cold morning. She smiled as one delicate little snowflake landed on her lightly freckled nose. She chuckled to herself before closing the windows again.

She went over to her armoire, covered in beauty products, scented lotions, and perfumes. She took a nice, hot shower, and washed her long dark hair before getting dressed. She sorted through her wardrobe for a suitable outfit, painfully reminded again that she forgot to pack proper clothes for winter.

She ended up settling on a Aztec print body con dress that hugged her body and was thick enough to keep her warm. She matched that with a pair of heeled boots with a wool inside. She paired that with a fur draped coat. She brushed her curly hair until it fell in soft waves to the small of her back. Maybe not the most practical outfitbut it would do. She sniffed the air around her that now smelled like her brown sugar lotion and perfume, as well as her strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner.

As she stepped outside the cold hit her and she instantly felt her cheeks become rosy and her nose nipped with Jack frost. She tightened the fur jacket around her. She smiled at the passing students as she reached the dining hall, she smirked at the picturesque building with its cute little chimney.

She immediately grabbed a steamy hot cup of coffee. The smell wafted into her nose, making her finally feel one with the world. She walked out of the dining hall and back into the cold winter air. She began strolling around the campus, for a familiar face. She found a group of students playing snowball. "Can an ice student join," She asked noting that it was predominantly air students.She smirked mysteriously and narrowed her cat like eyes before forming a snowball in her hand out of falling snow

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Niall only had a second to register the passing of Caterina on her way to the kitchens before Kevin’s shouts pierced the air. Niall wasn’t in the habit of listening especially when faced with the appearance of a pretty girl so he was in no way ready for the snowballs headed his way. As he slowly spun around to keep his eye on the slim figure that was Cat, the impact on his rib cage was immediately noticed as the snowball exploded into powder as it struck home, immediately he began rubbing his left side and watched as Kevin took off running, flurries of snow hiding him from sight.

“Wanker!” He called out, as he began to absorb the excess dampness on his torso. “I didn't even get a chance to do anything, yet.” Niall yelled after him grumpily as he dusted his hands off and stuffed them in his pockets as he listened to Alexander’s proposition. Lifting a dark eyebrow quizzically at the idea of an exclusively air elemental snowball fight. It’d be fun to watch but he wasn’t quite sure if he’d stand a chance. Of course, when snow melted it was just water after all.

“You’re exclusivity hurts me deeply, but I suppose I can look past it and grace you all with my mad snowball skills. If you've noticed I’m the only dry one here.” The boy said with a teasing grin, as he looked once again at Caterina, who now held a cup of coffee and apparently wanted to join in on the fun. Immediately switching on the charm, he watched the snowball form in her hand and figured that not even the air kids would stand a chance against an ice elemental.

“Oh, most definitely, the more the merrier, right? Though I think this lot is off to breakfast. Something about meat, I’m not sure. “Niall replied to Caterina with a slight shake of his head and a shrug, a grin plastered to his usually pale face, now rosy from the cold.

“But I’m sure I could keep you entertained until they’re all done.” He offered flirtatiously, never one to miss an opportunity to spend time with someone of the fairer sex, especially one as fair as Caterina.

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Theia is surveying the damage of her tornado with a pleased grin, watching as all goes according to plan- Alex is pegged not once, but twice with the snowballs and the force that her tornado gives it. She hears a familiar voice shouting some insult or another, and glances over just as Niall saunters towards her, his eyebrows arched in an exaggerated fashion as the young man interrogates her. "Well, I can't really say- I throw a lot of snowballs at a lot of people," she says innocently, shrugging her shoulders and facing her palms upward. Of course, this isn't technically a lie, not by a long shot. She's an avid participant in snowball fights, after all. She glances over just in time to make a face at Alex as he declares war, and then have a snowball launched straight towards her face, she uses a burst of air to jump, planning to fly over it, but hadn't reacted quick enough, and thus receives a blow to the stomach. The young woman immediately clutches her stomach and falls back to the ground, exaggerating the blow by a large amount. "I'm hit! Critical Blow!" she declares, before looking up through the hair that has fallen over her eyes with with a mischievous expression and a growing smile.

She is being launched at from all sides now, as far as snowballs go. Lockie, Kevin, and Alex are all aiming at her, although not exclusively her, and it occurs to her that she might have hit too many people in a short amount of time. The thought is brief and easily dismissed, however, because Theia is a lover of games, competitions, and challenges- like this one. She is able to stop many of the snowballs from hitting her by throwing out a blast of air to send them away. However, the young woman is still hit on several occasions, not certain about which snowball is coming from who. She is whipping up another round of tornado balls when Alex calls out into the battle, passing into no man's land. Despite his attempt to stop the warfare briefly, he is pegged by several more snowballs, both from her and Lockie, before being able to properly express his opinions- or, rather, his plans. As the young man is interrupted by his own stomach, Theia arches an eyebrow and smirks at her fellow air elemental.

"Are you keeping a little monster caged up in there?" she questions him, before beginning to question his proposal. Of course, she also plans on distracting away from the breakfast plan, though she knows such a delay will be short lived. "Sounds good to me- I don't know that you want Niall to join in though. Don't tell anyone I said this, but he's rather obnoxious," she says, before glancing over toward Niall, who is well within earshot, and making a silly face at him.

At that moment, some Ice student, Catarina Viello, shows up, and she watches Niall immediately go into flirt mode, not missing a beat. This is just as amusing as hitting him with a snowball- well, almost as amusing. When the ice girl inquires if she may join, looking all cozy with that cup of coffee in her hands, Theia shrugs exaggeratedly. "If you have to ask, then probably not," she says, although she's not really serious, and is soon vetoed by Niall anyway- though he isn't even an Air Elemental. Lockie seems receptive to allowing in other elements anyway, so she supposes that it doesn't matter. If all of the elementals join in, then it's really just a normal snowball fight, isn't it? she muses to herself, but figures that it will be a bigger challenge with more students. Besides, it isn't like all of the students would join in- the fire and lightning kids are unlikely to deign fit to take part.

As Lockie chimes in with agreement towards the breakfast proposal, Theia masks her disappointment. Whatever, I've gotten good at pretending to eat, anyway, she muses to herself, somehow proud of this fact. To say that she is battling anorexia would be poor phrasing, because the young woman really doesn't seem to be putting up much of a fight. She eats just enough to live, really, perhaps less. At least she got proper sleep last night. Well, almost proper- she went to sleep about four hours before waking up, and that's just enough for her to run off of.

"Breakfast it is, then?"

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Alex heartily replied to the group, "Breakfast it is!" He turned in the direction of the dining hall with Lockie and Theia in tow behind him. He called back to Niall, "You can catch up with us later if you want, Niall.". Turning to Lockie and Theia, he said, "About adding the other elements. My thought is, why can't we do both? We can do the all air elemental fight at break, and gather the others for after classes are over. We can do a sort of, battle of the elements, or something. I doubt the fire and lightning guys will want in though. Same goes for earth; too pragmatic."

Arriving at the dining hall, noticed a note hanging on the door. Alex quickly scanned over the contents, and his face shone with delight. He turned to his two friends, and said, "Probably shouldn't be a surprise, with the first snow and all, but the Winter Feast is happening tonight!" Of course, this wasn't the only reason he was thrilled. The food would be great and all, but it was less the feast and more the after-party that interested him.

Alex entered the dining hall with his two friends behind him. He quickly grabbed some breakfast (pancakes, bacon, and orange juice, as usual), and grabbed a table. As Lockie and Theia arrived, Alex noticed his other friend, Marion, standing a few tables away, having apparently finished some prank. He called over to her, "Hey Marion! What are you standing around over there for? Come on, get over here!"

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As Marion silently held her breath underneath the dark table, she watched Mark's and Harmony's reactions to her harmless prank. While Harmony merely sat in place and did nothing, Mark jumped right out of his seat, formed a snowball with his ice powers, and with watchful eyes, looked around the dining hall. "I only know two people that would do this to me," he loudly announced with pride, "Theia and Marion! So come wherever you hide!"

Oh geez, he's onto me... she thought as she watched Mark pace around the large room in circles. A smile crept on her face every time he came closer to her location. Eventually, he started to crawl on all fours, as though he were a wild animal hunting for his prey. "Do I spot myself a snow thrower?" Mark said in a merry voice. Although it was obviously cheerful, it almost sounded demonic to Marion. As the snowball flew in her direction, she quickly dodged to the right. However, she didn't need to, as the practically melted sphere of precipitation had hit a table leg instead of her eye. "You have terrible aim for an ice kid, Mark." she silently murmured as she chuckled at his foiled attempts to get her back for her crime.

"Well then, you've won this battle!" the boy exclaimed as he started to draw nearer to her location. She was just about to hold her hands out and blast a gust of air right onto his face, when; "This is not a gymnasium Mr. Tom and Miss March!" boomed a loud voice from above. Marion knew that voice from anywhere; it was Mr. Janvier, the instructor of the Battle Theory class. "If you would please return to your seats and behave like the civilized human beings you are, you may be able to survive second period today!" She subtly rolled her eyes, and then took her time as she followed Mr. Janvier's instructions. She had never been intimidated by him like other students at Eastern Gradon, nor did she really hate him, but he was one of the teachers she didn't particularly care for. He was always so strict, and he always had a crazed ax-murderer look in his eyes. (at least, that's what Marion thought.) Sometimes his points on Battle theory itself seemed invalid to her. Although she pretended to act like one, she was never really a fighter, and his importance on the whole subject seemed almost impractical to her. Besides, wouldn't a snowy day be the one time when he WASN'T in a cranky mood?

She couldn't help quietly chuckling as Mr. Janvier addressed Mark's bare chest, as Marion was going to make the same comment. As she watched the tightly-wound professor leave the scene, her attention turned back to Mark and Harmony. As she heard the eighteen-year-old boy make a comment about himself being a stripper to Harmony, she unconsciously raised an eyebrow from behind him. Maybe he was a king at flirtation, but Marion was confused as to why Harmony was laughing when his comment just seemed so...disturbing. Shrugging it off, she was about to turn around, when she heard two remarks addressed to her at once. Mark had called her over to sit at the table, while another voice came from across the room. Sharply turning her head to the side, Marion could see a bunch of students approaching her. Not just any group of students, however, but her fellow air elementalists. Alexander Jacobson, a university student who studied in creative writing, seemed to lead the group, while Theia Abide, a girl similar to Marion in traits, and Lockie Porter, a blonde-haired boy who Marion thought had particularly exceptional genetic makeup despite the fact that he was much too old for her, followed behind.

"Hey Marion! What are you standing around over there for? Come on, get over here!" Alex called from across the dining hall. With a wide toothy grin on her face, she was just about to bolt right up to the group before stopping herself, realizing she had to address Mark first. "Thanks, but no thanks. Maybe I'll catch you guys later. Besides, I should probably leave you guys alone anyway...." She made her way up to Alexander as fast as she could without using her air powers, as she didn't want to arouse Mr. Janvier for the second time that morning.

"Sup, Jacobson!" she said as she strolled towards him, her arm raised in preparation for a high-five. She inspected the trio up and down, and dropped her jaw as she saw their snow-covered clothing. "Wait a second...did you...DID YOU ALL MAKE SNOW FORTS WITHOUT ME?!" She crossed her arms and widened her eyes, giving them all a "death-stare" as she ranted, "Y'know, I thought you would invite me to your little shin-dig, as I am the KING of making snow forts...Guess you guys just don't want my help...HOW CAN I EVEN CALL YOU MY FRIENDS?!" She approached Theia, giving her a light and playful punch on the shoulder, and jokingly stared at her straight into her huge bug-like eyes. "I might have even JOINED you, saving me the yelling by Janvier, BUT YOU NEVER INVITED ME. TYPICAL."

She ended her long statement in a chuckle, and turned to face Alex yet again. "So what's up, you guys? For some reason, I feel like I haven't talked to all of y'all in FOREVER." As she stood amongst the group, her eyes shifted towards the table with food. Her stomach was ecstatically growling, and she was craving a blueberry muffin at that particular moment.

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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.

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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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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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"I agree with Jacobson. What's the point if everyone's in on it?" she tags on as the trio walk to the dining hall, leaving the curly haired Irish boy behind to flirt with Catarina, who seems nothing if not receptive to his advances. She glances over her shoulder to see that the Ice girl is sashaying towards Niall, and doesn't bother to suppress an amused grin at the calculated style of walking. Subtlety is hard to come by, these days, she muses, despite not really being able to talk on this. While her lies and antics may occasionally be more toned down, they are more likely to not be, and she does now how to make bangs now and again. This seems a common characteristic around air students- especially the women, now that the young woman thinks about it. Marion is a walking firecracker, and Adelaide is always easy to pick out in a crowd- the latter is true of Theia as well, but that's because her eyes are like headlights that stick out in the crowd.

She glances over towards Alex as he announces the obvious with great enthusiasm. She smirks at his comment, "Give the boy a medal." Still, though she already knew about the feast, the girl is equally excited for the festivities that are to happen throughout the day. Not so much the feast, which she often skips anyway, but the after party that follows, which is one of the best of the school year. She spends most of the feast pushing her food around and messing with whoever is unfortunate enough to have decided to sit near her for the hour or so that it goes on, anyway. For obvious reasons, feasts aren't really her cup of tea. Well, obvious if one is perfectly aware of everything going on with Theia, which means clear to the few and far between. Even among her good friends, Theia isn't the sort to be honest about herself, giving cryptic lies and never talking about herself in a manner that even comes close to genuine. Most simply give up on trying to get to know her because of this trait in the young woman, and she can hardly blame them- or be upset about it. She prefers that people not pry past her lies anyway.

Theia makes herself a light plate of fruit and grabs a cup of water before sitting down beside Alex, who has loaded his plate up with all sorts of breakfast foods. Of course, she is soon bombarded by the fast and seemingly endless stream of words that flows through Marion March's mouth, as the hyperactive younger student comes over at Alex's call. Listening to the girl jump from here to there, verbally of course, Theia grins up at her, leaving her plate untouched as she sits through the playful accusations that are turned towards them, most having to do with the fact that they hadn't invited her to play in the snow with them. Of all of the elements, Theia believes the Air kids to have the tightest of bonds- perhaps because they all share a mischievous nature, and thus have a great tolerance for each other's many antics.

"Sorry, Marchy, but it was a game for big kids only," she says with a grin, as Marion is the only one among the current company who falls beneath the age of being a legal adult; Not that she doesn't have enough stories and tales to make the typical forty year old envious. When Marion punches her in the arm, Theia smirks at her and whips wind around her body in a very tight motion, so as not to flip over the plates, and blows the water on her onto Marion. "There- now it's just as though you had joined us, isn't it? Marchy, I can hear your black hole of a stomach from here. Hungry?"

She slides her own plate towards Marion, though it doesn't have a blueberry muffin on it, consisting only of fruit. "Here, have mine. I'm going to make myself as hungry as possible for the Winter Feast," she lies easily with a smile, knowing perfectly well that she doesn't plan to take a single bite at that feast. Well, perhaps one bite, if anyone pesters her, but not any more.

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I had been snowing, it was the first snowfall of the season and Addie hadn't seen it yet. She was still fast asleep in her bed. She was under the covers and she was wrapped up in their warmth. She loved every bit of it, the warmth and comfort of the blanket, it was a relaxing feeling and one that she couldn't ignore. She wouldn't open her eyes for fear she wouldn't get back to sleep. Adelaide loved sleep, and sleeping in was just the best to her. She eventually laid there with her eyes open and she took a deep breath in as she let everything settle in from waking up.

Adelaide could hear people downstairs and such, she knew they were there, as to what the big buzz was about she didn't really know to be fully honest with anyone. She laid there looking at the patterns on the ceiling which was nothing extravagant, really, it just occupied her mind while she lay there doing nothing.

Eventually she pulled back the covers and she could feel the icy cold air surround her and she shuddered a bit, it was very cold on her bare skin, but that's why they called it winter. She sat up and she rubbed her eyes a bit and tried adjusting them and she smiled. She could see white little fluffs falling down in front of the window and she got very excited. She started to bounce in excitement, snow was one of her favourite things and now it was finally here.

Being the girl that Adelaide was she turned on some music and she began dancing around in her room to it, not caring who came in watching her dance in her undergarments, she really didn't care. She laughed a bit and now she was extremely giddy, all because of the weather outside. Eventually she found her way to the shower and she began to sing while was showering, washing her hair and everything else. She'd dance too, Addie was never one to care a whole lot on other people's opinions it wasn't their life they could back of.

Eventually she got back to her room and she was looking around or some clothes. She soon found her favourite light pink sweater and a pair of her jeans that were torn a bit at the knees, they were just everyday pants for her. She soon began to brush through her hair that always seemed to be a mess, and she growled a few times trying to brush it down. She eventually got the blow dryer to dry it, and then straightened the hell out of her hair so it'd stay down. Once she figured her hair was presentable she slipped on some of her canvas shoes and she was good to go.

Adelaide began to skip down halls as she was walking along them. She knew that there should be a hot breakfast waiting for her, it had to have her name on it, and of course she could eat a lot and still not gain as much as a pound, her metabolism was crazy fast. Soon she halted as she saw the beautiful white snow and she began to jump up and down again and she was very happy and she had such an urge to go out and play in the snow but she knew it was best to save for after classes.

As she came up to the dinning hall, she saw the note, tonight was the winter feast, that meant they had to dress up formally, that was never a good thing with her, but there were always after parties, maybe she'd go to one this year, who knew. Was she even allowed? She was a student, so why not? Addie walked into the dinning hall and then she grabbed a plate and she filled it up with all her favourite breakfast foods and she looked around and she saw Lockie and smiled. Maybe she should find someone else to sit with? Meet new people, that was always fun, wasn't it? At this moment she stood there idly unsure of where to sit or what to do, so she ate a piece of bacon while she waited for her mind to settle on a place to sit.

(Will post for Elliot later.)

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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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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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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.


Alanna Ascot


“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.


Lockie Porter


"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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Theia turned and smirked at Alexander's observation that only he and Marion are wet now, as the others have dried themselves off- at the expense of previously dry students. "Poor babies," she said mockingly, her mood rather good as she thinks about the party that's going to be happening tonight- it should be as brilliant as usual, and you know that she'll be leaving behind a line of trouble throughout the night. Theia has a habit of pulling pranks on those who get drunk first, leaving many to wake up the next morning even more confused than they otherwise might have been. Of course, perhaps the other air elementals will join in on her traditional games- it will hardly take a good deal of persuasion to convince them to pull a few pranks with her, after all. While the air elemental group may seem like a bunch of kids with their heads in the clouds, they aren't the sort that one should get on the bad side of, because they can exact some creative revenge- especially if Theia is heading it, for she is the least concerned with keeping pranks friendly.

Theia grins at Lockie, who had been zoning out again, when he finally agrees to an air-exclusive snowball fight, which she predicts will be absolutely amazing. All they need to do is gather everyone up for it, and it will be a break to remember, that much is certain. Her mood is killed slightly when Alex begins shoveling his food onto her plate and scolding her for giving her own away, going on a rant about the importance of breakfast and, overall, sounding like a PBS character. Well, except for the stray comment about poisoning it. Playing it off, she grins at him, "I dunno- if you put some weird thing in this food, I'm going to have to retaliate." She begins to pick at the food, not really eating it, when Lockie, too, begins to move much of his food onto it, the sum of both of their breakfasts creating a small mountain of various breakfast foods on her plate. The doe-eyed girl grimaces slightly before looking over towards them with raised eyebrows.

Still, she quickly turns her attention to the other side of the conversation, which involves sitting together for the feast, naturally. "I don't know that that's even a serious question, Alex. We have to sit away from them where we can cause a good amount of chaos without being under the radar," she chimes in. More than once, the teachers must have considered changing the policy so that Air students would have to sit near them, but then decided against it out of fear that food would fly onto the teacher's table constantly. Thus, the free-reign over seating remains, although it hangs on a thin wire.

"Yep, time to go," Theia agrees with Lockie, picking up her untouched plate and tossing it into the nearest trashcan. "I don't know about you guys, but I have Mr. Shaw first period, so I'd better get going- you know he has a thing against Air kids," Theia makes a face before pulling her bag over her shoulder.

Ah, wait- Shaw was first period last year. Damn, I'm out of it today. Ms. Heart first period today, she reminds herself.







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After a rather dull breakfast with a few people, Blake was ready to get out of the cafeteria and head to his first period- which happened to be Mr. Tanner's Physics class. The two have a rather typical student-teacher relationship with each other, which is to say none at all, outside of the classroom. It's the sort of class that he could go without, really, because he doubts physics will apply much to his future plans- Mathematics with Ms. Heart is more important for business, of course, but he doesn't have her until second period. Despite seeming the sort to do so at times, Blake isn't really one for skipping classes, and thus doesn't plan on missing Mr. Tanner's, even if he isn't really interested in the subject.

He stood up in time to see Kevin Stihl in a rather dark looking conversation with Scarlett Tully, who tends to look at people like they are pieces of meat. Of course, he can't object to this, for he looks at people like they are tools to be used- at least as far as those whom he doesn't know particularly well goes, anyway. He can be perfectly civil, and in fact is charming to most people, but that doesn't mean that he isn't looking out for those who make good allies and can be rather useful to him in the future. Not that he's going to be too obvious about it, of course- that would just be simple stupidity.

Still, he somewhat pities the fellow who has Scarlett Tully sinking her claws into him- she's acted strangely around he himself for the longest time, and he can't help but be reminded of a large female cat stalking its prey whenever the girl speaks to someone. It can be perfectly sexy, of course, but rather disconcerting at the same time- a shame, for such a gorgeous girl.

Not interested in whatever else happens in the cafeteria, especially as it is nearly time for classes to begin, Blake grabs his physics book and begins heading down the hallway, past Scarlett's table, towards his first class. On his way, he stops to chat with one or two people, giving him a bit of a lag as far as getting to class goes, but Mr. Tanner has never been known as the strictest of teachers.

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"Sorry, Marchy, but it was a game for big kids only," Theia had replied to Marion as she was ranting. The rules of age always seemed to be a problem for Marion. Not just her physical age, but her mental age as well. Personality-wise, many people considered the sixteen-year-old to be immature,reckless, even. People's judgement of her characteristics always seemed to be heightened by the fact that she was younger than most of her friends. Afterwards, Theia gave a mischievous smirk, and with an almost thin-like gust of wind, she sprayed tiny droplets of water onto Marion. Taken by surprise, she closed her eyes as the melted snow splattered upon her body, getting her clothes soaking wet. Once she had processed what had happened, She heavily laughed, her nose scrunching up in its usual fashion. From behind her, she could hear Alex laughing as well.
"There- now it's just as though you had joined us, isn't it? Marchy, I can hear your black hole of a stomach from here. Hungry? She gave a small chuckle, and smirked at the blonde-haired university student. "Thanks for caring Theia," she said, "And yeah, I didn't have breakfast yet. You have the ears of a dolphin, I swear."

"The snow fight was sort of impromptu, but Alex had an idea to have one later." said Lockie, who had just returned to the table with a huge plate of food. As he shoveled into his breakfast, Marion's face lit up, and she ecstatically turned over to Alex while she sat at the table. "ALEX. I WANT DEETZ. NOW." she said, her light-brown pigmented eyes wide yet again. "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."
"I'm just hoping there's no age restriction on it!" she laughed, taking a quick glance at Theia.

It was then in that quick glance that Marion noticed the nineteen-year-old slide her plate of fruits over to her side. Marion raised an eyebrow at her. "Here, have mine." she said, "I'm going to make myself as hungry as possible for the Winter Feast."Marion exchanged a look with Alex, and then frowned. It was hard to tell if Theia was joking or not. Despite her similarites to Marion, she was a tough nut to crack. She hadn't been eating much lately, which was worrying everyone in the air elementalist group, to say the least. Unsure of what to say or do, Marion just stared at Theia for a moment with a blank expression.

"So your just going to skip breakfast then, Theia? That's the most important meal of the day. It's psychological." Alex said, bringing her back to her senses. "Yeah," she added with a lighthearted grin, "I mean, Theia, you've already done me ENOUGH favors for the day!" She gestured towards her wet clothes with an abundance of exaggeration. "You don't need to do me another one. In fact, now I owe you..."
Alex slapped a piece of crispy-looking bacon onto the 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." Marion looked at Theia with a wide smirk and charismatic eyes as Alex paused, "That much." Lockie eventually followed suit, shoveling some of his own food onto Theia's plate as well.

The tide of the conversation quickly turned as Alex asked, "Anyway, Marion, you saw the sign for the winter feast right?"
She smiled, "Yup. I'm going, of course. I can't turn down free food, man. I'm assuming you guys are going as well, right?"
"Are we all sitting at the same table? The air group has to stick together, you know."
"Hell, yeah!" she bursted out rather loudly.
"You bet." muttered Lockie, "We should make sure to get the table furthest from the teachers." Marion chuckled in reply.
"I don't know that that's even a serious question, Alex." chimed in Theia, "We have to sit away from them where we can cause a good amount of chaos without being under the radar," Marion watched as she picked at her food slightly.
"I wonder what the feast'll be like," she randomly muttered, her eyes staring up towards the ceiling, "It's only been my first year here. I heard from some of the kids that the after party is good fun."

Suddenly, Lockie abruptly stood up, "Is it time for classes yet?" he asked, the lens of his glasses glinting from the light.
Theia stood up as well, and tossed her plate of food into the trash, "Yep, time to go," she said, "I don't know about you guys, but I have Mr. Shaw first period, so I'd better get going- you know he has a thing against Air kids,"
"Dammit," Marion muttered, "I barely ate breakfast...But yeah, Mr. Shaw is like that. I have Mr. Tanner first period."

She grabbed her green and blue canvas bag, and slung it over her shoulder. Before one of the lunch ladies could collect the untouched food, Marion swiftly grabbed a much craved blueberry muffin. She opened her mouth and focused on taking huge bites, hoping she could finish it up before the beginning of first period. It was then, when she was about to walk back to her friends of air elementalists, that she noticed Beau Miller sitting alone at a table, reading a book. As she stood in the middle of the dining hall, she unconciously stared at the back of his head. Was he going to be at the Winter Feast? Hopefully. Marion had learned from her one year of actual high school that for some reason, not everyone enjoyed going to school celebrations. Strangely, the "cool kids" always seemed to skip dances and other highly anticipated events that her old school had planned. She didn't understand why, but it frustrated her. Would Beau do the same? Then again, did it matter? Despite her daring and fearless persona, Marion had never mustered up the courage to talk to Beau. She hadn't even introduced herself to him. She only allowed herself to watch him from afar.

"Excuse me." said a girl's voice behind her, bringing Marion back down to planet earth. "Sorry," she apologized, her cheeks turning a moderately soft shade of red. After taking one last glance over at Beau, Marion skipped over to her group of friends, and began to walk with them as she ate her muffin and made her way to first period class.

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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.

Lockie Porter


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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She didn't even hear him approach.

Xanthia had been sitting on the windowsill for no longer then five minutes when the voice had piped up softly behind her. She blinked, her hand jerking and a long, thick line of lead coating the notebook. "Crymony!" she squeaked, nearly tossing her papers in the air in fright. When she looked up, she saw him.

"Hi, what are you sketching?"

Of course, with her luck lately, it had to be Lockie Porter. She really couldn't catch a break, could she? First her clothes become drenched with cold snow, then she can't finish her dinner, and finally, the boy that she had had a crush on since they met had decided to approach her and ask what she was drawing.

This was not the best day that she had had lately.

She clenched her fingers around her pencil and steeled herself before speaking.

"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," she said quietly, her accent revealing itself in her nervous and uncertain state. She wasn't, however, one that took to being rude to another person, and managed to look up at smile at him. "It's alright, though. I wasn't that far along, so I can just copy it onto another piece of paper," she shrugged.

Swinging her legs down from the windowsill so that she saw up straight, she tore out the paper, rifled through her bag, and removed a pencil sharpener. After sharpening the pencil until it was at a fine point, she returned the sharpener to hr bag and looked at him once more. A light suddenly dawned across her face, and she flushed slightly.

"I'm sorry, would you like to sit?" she offered, moving over a bit and patting the spot beside her. She held out her thermos as an offering, along with one of her granola bars. "Coffee and chocolate chip. That is, if you want any. It's all that I have, however, so if you don't, than you're sort of out of luck," she laughed, the delighted sound echoing in the empty hallway. "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?" she asked, growing more excited by the moment. She even dropped her notebook in her lap and slapped her hands to her cheeks, a blooming smile on her face. "Oh, I can't wait!"




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Scarlett remained at the table long enough to finish her breakfast and for her face to return to normal - a fancy trick, might she add, and one that would come in handy once that mystery boy was hers. As she began to gather her things, however, her attention was drawn by a rather unique individual that had piqued her interest from the very beginning. Not only was he incredibly attractive, her polar opposite - which only made him that much more sexier, for some reason - but his family was also quite powerful, from what she had found out.

As he passed her table, she narrowed her eyes flirtatiously, a slightly feral smile curling one corner of her lips up.

"But first ... I want him. And then the mystery boy," she said softly, following Blake with her eyes. Once he was out of the cafeteria, she rose slowly from the table, her bag slung over her shoulder. "I definitely want Fletcher." With that, she strode after him, considering her luck in the matter of them having the same first class with Mr. Tanner. Her group of three split apart, leaving her alone with her slightly maniacal thoughts, and once she reached the hall, she began in the direction of Mr. Tanner's room - and the same direction that Fletcher had begun in.

It was when she found him that she wondered just how long her incredible luck was going to last.

After waiting only a few moments for him to finish speaking with a younger student, she skipped over to him, her red skirt flouncing slightly with each small jump. When she reached him, she slipped her arms around one of his and went on her toes, her red lips touching his ear.

"Hello, Blake," she said softly, her voice silky and flirtatious. When she leaned back down, she kept her arms through his, starting slowly in the direction of class. "Walk me to class?" she asked, batting her eyelashes up at him.

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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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"A quick walk for a quick boy," she commented idly, her ever-present-smirk a dash of ruby red across her face.

"It would be my pleasure ..." She raised a brow at the grin that she could hear in the very tone of his voice. What an interesting boy ... And quite an attractive boy at that.

"Why of course it would be your pleasure, Mr. Fletcher. I've been told recently that I'm quite the pleasure to be around, in fact," she said with a soft chuckle, one hand moving up to slide across his chest as they walked. She pressed her bosom against his arm, waggling her brows slightly. "But it is also my pleasure. You're quite the attractive specimen, might I say, my dear Mr. Fletcher," she said coyly, lifting one hand to play seductively with a lock of her hair

"Break any hearts yet, Miss Tully? Or bones, for that matter."

"Why, as a matter of fact, I have! One boy decided to confess his undying devotion to me, which I easily shot down and sent him crying. Another girl decided to cross me and piss me off, and therefore earned the the burn that I gave her. That actually reminds of of something quite funny that occurred afterwards," she said, laughing softly at the memory of that odd boy. "Some abnormal boy confronted me. He confronted me. I don't believe that he truly understands who I am," she said thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling as she spoke. "Such a silly boy. He mentioned something about 'Night Angels'. He was obviously a metal user ..." she trailed off, moving around to stand before him and stop his progress to class. Her hand rose and her finger lightly tapped his nose. "You, my good sir, should help me find out who he was. He was wearing some sort of metal mask, so I only saw his hair and build of body. Care to do a bit of investigating?" she offered with a brow waggle and a flip of her wave of blonde locks.





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"Oh, that's a relief." Xanthia was almost, in fact, afraid that he was going to leave - she had barely ever spoken to the boy, and was already head-over-heels for him - when he finally dropped down beside her. His acceptance of her offer made way for a smile to appear, blooming and lighting across her face.

"I thought I was the only one that carried around a personal stash."

She snorted - a very unattractive thing for her to do, but she really didn't care at the moment - and cast a smirk at him. "Pfft, as if! You're just a tad full of yourself, aren't you?" she teased, bumping his shoulder with hers. "I love food. Especially homemade meals and sweets. I didn't get a lot of either when I was growing up," she said. Her grin twitched a bit, as if threatening to fall, but with a slight breath, her perkiness returned. "Ah, never-mind, forget what I said. It doesn't matter," she waved it off, shrugging slightly.

"It's never been masquerade before. It's probably best to stick to the traditional decorations and stuff. Y'know, ice ribbons, snow and all that kind of stuff."

She leaned over, her hands braced on the area between them that was a slight seat, which held them up at that moment, a slightly mischievous look on her face. "But you see, my dear Lockie ... 'Ideas can be life-changing. Sometimes all you need to open the door is just one more good idea'. Jim Rohn," she said, pulling back and leaning against the pillar behind her. She lifted her legs and dropped them onto the marble bench, propping her elbows on her knees, her chin dropping to her arms. "One cannot be afraid to implement an idea, with the fear being instilled only by those whom will frown upon the mind that had created said idea," she shrugged. "Not a quote, merely my own words," she added, looking at him, her doe-brown eyes sparkling with creativity. "And besides, I wouldn't be changing anything but the attire. And all that would happen is the requirement of wearing masks. It would add an air of mystery to the already-enchanting event. We would even be holding a mask-creation after school. The feast would be a bit delayed, of course, but it would give the students more time to ready themselves. I know that I've always had trouble managing an absolutely perfect appearance due to there being so little amount of time to prepare," she told him, moving to ware one leg was stretched out, her foot on his lap, while her one arm remained on the leg that was still propped up. She turned her head, her eyes gazing out the window, almost as though she were mesmerized by the sight of the sunlight sparkling off of the snow.

"But hey, you're going to the after party right?"

Xanthia blinked, lifting her head and glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes. She doubted that her surprise was shielded from view very well - she had taken to allowing her emotions to show since she had begun to attend the school - but allowed it to be openly known. No one had ever really asked her that before. They almost expected her not to come. She was never really one to attend such events. The alcohol and people's inabilities to control themselves once it was consumed ... It tended to bring back one too many unpleasant memories. Besides, alcohol tended to rot the brains.

"I ... I wasn't planning on it," she admitted, shrugging slightly. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I've never really gone to any of the after parties. They're a bit ... Well, they were never really my style. I went my first year, but I left almost immediately afterwards. I just felt ... I was uncomfortable, to be honest. If you didn't notice, I don't really have very many friends," she pointed out, sticking her pencil in his direction, eraser first. "But ... Maybe I'll make an except this year," she added, her voice a bit quieter - almost as though she were speaking to herself.

"I'm determined to get one of the ice students to make a slide out the window this year."

She let out a laugh. This boy had to be one of the craziest ... She didn't even know what, to be honest. But she didn't care. He was just nuts.

"I have a couple of Ice friends that would be all-out for that idea," she told him with a bright smile. "If anything, I can go ahead and ask them for you," she offered.

The bell, causing her to jump and turn a light pink.

"You're late for class ... My fault," she said sheepishly, laughing a little. "I'm sorry. If you want, I have some connections when it comes to the teachers. I could tell yours that you were helping me prepare for the feast. Which wouldn't be a complete lie; you did give me some advice," she tacked on, rising as she spoke and grabbing her bag. She snatched up her thermostat, rolling it between her hands as she eyed him. "Or you could skip," she said thoughtfully, yet was obviously joking. She shrugged and turned, casting a smile over her shoulder at him. "Come on, I'll talk to your teacher for you."

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"Pfft, as if! You're just a tad full of yourself, aren't you?" Xanthia bumped shoulders with Lockie in a teasing way, obviously meaning to insult in her words. Lockie just grinned and shrugged, letting Xanthia's momentum push him to the side before letting himself straighten up. "I love food. Especially homemade meals and sweets. I didn't get a lot of either when I was growing up,... Ah, never-mind, forget what I said. It doesn't matter," Her grin seemed to falter momentarily, but Lockie was hardly the most observant person and he failed to noticed much.

A moment later she was leaning forward, excitement clear on her face as she exclaimed, "But you see, my dear Lockie ... 'Ideas can be life-changing. Sometimes all you need to open the door is just one more good idea'. Jim Rohn,... One cannot be afraid to implement an idea, with the fear being instilled only by those whom will frown upon the mind that had created said idea,... Not a quote, merely my own words,"
"You should get it, like... copyrighted or something." Lockie suggested with a grin, before biting into another small snack.

"And besides, I wouldn't be changing anything but the attire. And all that would happen is the requirement of wearing masks. It would add an air of mystery to the already-enchanting event. We would even be holding a mask-creation after school. The feast would be a bit delayed, of course, but it would give the students more time to ready themselves. I know that I've always had trouble managing an absolutely perfect appearance due to there being so little amount of time to prepare," Xanthia seemed thrilled by the idea and Lockie didn't want to kill that excitement... but he didn't think the whole mask idea would go down well with the rest of the school. It was a feast after all. If you had a mask on how would you eat? Lockie tried to think of a nice way to tell her. As he hesitated Xanthia moved and rested a foot on his lap. To say that Lockie was surprised would be an understatement. After all the pair hadn't really talked that much before today. still, he couldn't say that he was exactly against it.

"Perhaps you could save the masquerade idea for the ball?" He suggested. The ball was only a month away, but the theme was much more flexible.

In regard to Lockie's question about the after party Xanthia seemed less sure. Lockie was always near the centre of attention. He liked to socialise and attend parties which was probably why he'd never seen Xanthia there, because he was always surrounded by his friends.
"But ... Maybe I'll make an except this year," She finished, her voice almost quiet to hear.
"If you come this year I'll make sure you have a good time." Lockie told her, giving her a playful wink.

A moment later the bell rang, making Xanthia jump.
"You're late for class ... My fault... I'm sorry. If you want, I have some connections when it comes to the teachers. I could tell yours that you were helping me prepare for the feast. Which wouldn't be a complete lie; you did give me some advice," Her offer was kind but as Lockie had a study period there was no need to worry. Besides, he doubted her connections would help at all. Lockie was in the university section of the Academy, if he didn't attend a lecture he wasn't going to get sent to the principle's office. Instead he'd probably just miss out on material that he'd have to catch up on later.
"Or you could skip," She added a moment later, "Come on, I'll talk to your teacher for you."
Lockie couldn't help but laugh, finding the idea of the younger girl talking to one of his university teachers a bit of a novelty. He shook his head,
"I've got a study period so there's no one you can talk to." Lockie told her. He stood up too and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Speaking of which, I should probably get to the library. You're welcome to join me if you want?" Lockie said.