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Theia Aide

"The wind cannot be caged. Try as you might, it will always slip through your fingers."

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

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"The wind blew harder and harder, but the man did not take off his coat."






ImageName:
"It's the name of a goddess."
Theia Winona Aide

Nickname:
"I used to really like Winnie the Poo."
Theia, Winny, Jupiter, Puck (More of a pseudonym)

Age:
"Oh, I'm not very old quite yet."
19

Sexuality:
"That's a rather curious question."
Sapiosexual

Hometown:
"Oh, well, I was actually raised outside of where I was born. My father was special forces, you see, military, so I was raised all over the place. I was born in Washington DC, technically, but my first memory is of Germany, where I lived for about three years in my childhood. Then there was Japan, France, briefly Egypt, Hawaii, North Carolina, etc. We've moved quite a bit, to be honest- and that was all before I came to this school, I'm afraid. I never minded, though. I've never been very good at staying in the same place for too long anyway."

Element:
"My element is essential, you know. You can go up to ten days without water, but a few minutes without air and you'll have brain damage, then death."
Air

Studies:
Medicine, with a focus on Neurology.






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Likes:
Human Physiology
Experiments
Sketching People
Hard Candies
Fantasy Genres
SciFi Shows
Drawing on her Hand
The Piano
Tornadoes
Windy Days
The Cold
Mythology
Birds
Spiders
Flying
Gory Movies
Cotton Candy Scents
Pranks
Sarcasm
Dislikes:
Eating
Action Movies
Realistic Movies
Sleep
Cramped Handwriting
Dogs
Cats
Feeling Stuck
Commitment
Trampolines
Isolation
Stick-Straight Morals
Needles
Balloons
Vanilla Flavoring
Stupidity
Nosiness
Statues
Authority




















Fears:
Theia's greatest fear is, without question, being stuck in a small, closed off space for a long period of time. As far as she is concerned, the wind cannot be captured or contained, not really, and to be so is unnatural and terrible. She dislikes not being able to suddenly run in any direction she likes, or being stuck in one place. Another fear of hers would be of commitment- she may be a dreamer of sorts, but she is unable to imagine being tied down to one person or thing. She is afraid of allowing someone to become so important that her own being is compromised for their sake- true attachment and involvement, in her mind, requires a certain loss of self that she will not tolerate. Finally, she is afraid of stone statues, something explained only by her love for Doctor Who, and the Blink episodes. From the same source, people repeating after her is also unnerving.

Quirks:
Theia has the habit of, whenever bored, drawing intricate patterns over her right hand. They can vary from spider webs to galaxies, and are usually interesting. To facilitate this borderline addiction, she carries sharpies with her at all times. It is worth mentioning, as well, that she is left handed, but has subconsciously trained herself to do some things, usually minor, right handed. For example, she eats ice cream using her right hand. Every other food is eaten with her left hand, but ice cream, when eaten with a spoon, is an exception to this. Also, she makes nearly unwavering eye contact when speaking to people. She used to try and stop herself from doing this, because it seemed to make people uncomfortable, but gave up and now does it without hesitation. Her large eyes make it somewhat eerie.






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Element:
"I believe I've already answered this question, but that's fine."
Air

Powers:
Theia's primary ability is wind control. It is through the wind control that she can simulate true flight, in fact, and it allows her to appear more powerful than she is, at times. See, while she cannot fly as truly as some others are able, she can create condensed balls of powerful wind, which may serve as means of travel similar to those used by Aang in Avatar: the last airbender. Essentially, her power is simply the ability to summon winds or breezes of varying degrees and, upon summoning them, direct their path. This power, if sharpened, is what allows a person to create tornadoes. To date, Theia is rather drained whenever she attempts to create full blown tornadoes, although small ones are still within her grasp. She can, however, create dangerous tornadoes when truly angry or depressed, but these are fueled entirely by passion, and therefore are difficult to manage. She has yet to be able to create such powerful tornadoes without utilizing the power of blind emotions. She also, through experimentation, has found herself capable of sending messages on the wind, though they can only be received by other Air elementalists. As a side note, breeze always seems to follow where she goes, even if everything else around her is perfectly still. She can go faster than average people with this, because the wind pushes her forward to make her movements far swifter than they normally would be. It's hardly super speed, but it is useful against average people when running- especially when she can push wind back to make them go slower.

Rival Element:
"They are so stubborn and unmovable sometimes, it can be infuriating. But though the earth may seem stronger at first, the wind can erode away at it gradually, proving itself stronger and far more patient with its own form of destruction. Earth is consistency, but Air is essential chaos."
Earth


Weaknesses:
As far as her weakness goes, Theia's emotions can get in the way of her use of greater abilities, specifically the creation of tornadoes. Or, rather, when she is angry enough to conjure them, it is unlikely that she will be able to control these natural phenomena. Besides this, humid air is a bit more difficult for her to control, because it seems to have a heaviness to it, containing too much water. Those are merely her power-based weaknesses, however, and the young woman has more than simply those. For one thing, she doesn't appear to have a mind for consequences, simply breezing through things with little regard for how they may impact other people. Her actions are rarely carried out with great malice, but she still does not put as much weight in the well being of others as she probably should. Besides that, the young woman has been anorexic for a few years now, though the phrase 'battling anorexia' cannot really be applied, because she doesn't seem to be battling it at all. Any questions about it will be dismissed- the illness appears to have formed due to a belief that she is not light enough. But, anyway, that is certainly one of the demons with which she battles. Another one would be insomnia, which has her wandering about at all hours of the night, unable to sleep. Finally, she is a chronic liar.

Strengths:
Other than being fairly decent with wind control, Theia is in possession of abilities that are more normal. Well, normal in the 'non elementalist' term of the word. She has always been fascinated by the human anatomy, and has advanced knowledge of it, ranging from the names of all of the bones to knowing how to pinpoint certain pressure points and weak spots. Her love for human anatomy is likely what has made her so good at drawing portraits of people, for she always focuses on the details of structure and such and, because of her ability to pinpoint detail, has also grown good at finer points as well. Finally, also linked to the love for human anatomies, she has been studying medicine before entering the university, and can apply this knowledge to a certain extent. Her most recent obsession is the structure of the human brain, though. All in all, she is rather scientifically gifted, and is a fair artist as well. She has been a chronic liar for several years now, and has grown very good at making people believe even outlandish stories. Finally, she's quite good at graffiti and pranks.







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Personality:
Being dreamers may be the stereotypical quality for Air Elementals, but that does not necessarily mean that they have their head in the clouds, or that they have a sort of lackadaisical manner about them. Theia, who seems to constantly be active, is a perfect of example of this not being the case. Of course, she still has a dreamer sort of quality about her, possessing a vivid imagination that has her constantly conjuring up all sorts of stories and images and the like. The young woman can think of alternatives that others wouldn't even consider, constantly presenting strange but interesting ideas for others, and always making up plans. Nothing appears to be outside of her expansive reach, whether it be elaborate thought up worlds or putting together the medical things that she has learned in order to think of new, practical applications of her abilities. She has a far reaching mind that is constantly asking questions and is impossible to satisfy, because she finds the chase to be impossibly more interesting than the reward itself. In fact, she has been known to grow bored of something upon achieving or gaining it, and to immediately move on from where she had once been due to this. To keep her attention, something or someone has to be constantly changing or revealing new things that she hadn't seen before, because Theia dislikes the static and always seeks the dynamic.

She always makes for interesting conversation, although whether it is pleasant likely relies deeply on the person with whom she is conversing. After all, she has a dark, and often dirty, sense of humor that is often at the expense of others, but just as often is at her own expense. She is rather fair in her humor, actually, because she never targets a specific person for her jokes- they encompass everyone, including herself, and that makes it seem a bit more tolerable, even when her jokes can be cruel or widely inappropriate. She seems to have a certain disregard for the feelings of others, to be honest, but this seems to almost come from her having a constantly moving mind that doesn't have time to stop and think about consequences. Rather, she seems to always be going, going, gone- never one to linger here or there. If people cannot keep up with her quick mind, quick pace, or constant movement, then they will either be dragged along with her or left behind in the dust, because she doesn't slow down for people. Many think that this is selfishness, and it certainly is, in part, because she has a kind of detachment from others that leads her to seek social interaction and experiences at all times, but to never care much who she gets it from. She can be happy with most company, so long as it is company, and actually prefers to move from person to person. This is actually a habit developed from being military, and constantly moving around, therefore unable to form any lasting relationship with another person. Even when she is engaged in a conversation with a person, her eyes seem to be half on them and half three steps ahead with the next thought, the next person, and the next experience. She seeks thrill and adventure, after all.

One part of her detachment and imagination is her tendency to chronically lie, another thing that was brought about by her military childhood. People were often bored by the stories she gave, at least those that were in America, and so she developed the habit of telling these lies about who she was, or who her family was. It has gotten to the point where she lies without a second thought, it coming far more easily than the truth, and through these lies she seems to distance people, even though they began as an effort to bring people forward. Because the less she tells about herself, the less intimate her connection with others is, placing a wall between Theia and others because, so long as they only know the lies, they can never know her. The constant flexing of her mind as made Theia a very intelligent individual, though, especially in those subjects with which she has become fascinated. The perfect example would be neurology and the human anatomy, of course, because that is her longest lasting obsession, if one could call it that. She has a great amount of knowledge on those subjects, and yet doesn't really care enough to learn the names of all of the Presidents. Her knowledge is expansive but selective, and if she doesn't care about something, she will never learn it. To this day, Theia cannot name all of the months in order, because she simply does not see why she should know something that she isn't interested in. So her knowledge varies by subject, but she maintains a quick wit and flexible mind, trademark for an Air elemental.

People have been known to describe winds as playful, and Theia would certainly meet this supposed qualifications of the air. She often funnels her creativity and activeness into various pranks, the more elaborate of which she will sign with the name 'Puck'. These pranks range from graffiti to somehow managing to place a teacher's car on the roof of the school, or up in a tree. She loves the thrill and the humor of such things, and is constantly doing such things. They are an especially good distraction for when it is nighttime and she finds herself unable to sleep. Most of her pranks, in fact, are pulled at night, and she is often sneaking off campus as well, wandering through the grounds and such. The point of the matter is, her sharp humor and active imagination pull together, facilitated by extra time provided by insomnia, to make her a nighttime prankster.

Sharp Humor || Quick-Paced || Chronic Liar || Imaginative || Mischievous || Detached || Inconsiderate || Intelligent || Active || Social || Curious || Unsatisfied






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As previously mentioned, Theia was actually born into a military family, and thus grew up in a variety of different places. She grew up entertaining herself with fantastical games of pretend that she would force her mother to play with her, things ranging from the typical princess and prince games to stories involving things like robots and aliens. She seemed to have no particular favorite genre, at that age, other than a simple rule of none of the things being something that one would see happening as a normal occurrence in this day and age. As a child, she would tell her parents stories before bed, instead of them reading to her, because it was her favorite thing to do. Her parents saw this as harmless, of course, because their daughter was simply expressing herself and learning to flex her brain muscles through the creation of complex worlds. In fact, Theia used to keep little journals that recorded facts about her worlds, and little sketches illustrating inhabitants, important events, and various towns or cities. She had an incredibly detailed mind at that age, and her parents very much encouraged what seemed like the harmless play of a child. They did not foresee the fact that these fake worlds would spill over into her normal interactions, something they first learned when the little girl began kindergarten, and was teased by her peers because she would tell stories about being a princess from Jupiter, and how her real parents had sent her here as part of a special treaty. She said that her parents her were merely hosts- this was one of her recurring stories, actually, and it was one that she seemed to genuinely believe, in fact. While everything else, the girl could separate from reality, this story she had accepted as the truth, and it gained her the mocking of her peers, even at that young age.

Her parents were frequently called in for meetings with the teachers to discuss the fact that Theia seemed to have no real touch with reality, but this did little good. You see, Theia had evidence, to her knowledge, that would prove her theories true. After all, she could fly- the young girl had discovered that she could jump further than others, that wind seemed to simply carry her, and assumed that this was her magical ability of flight. In fact, she told her classmates, in first grade, that she could fly. However, when asked to prove this, she jumped out of a second story window, while the teacher wasn't looking, but it didn't work- not like it usually did. A tree cushioned her blow, but the young woman still broke her arm and leg in the fall. Half of the class felt bad for her, but the other half thought that it was funny, and started to call the girl Jupiter. She disliked this, but even more disliked the fact that she hadn't been able to prove to them what she perceived to be the truth. Her parents, that evening, sat her down and told her that she had to stop with this Jupiter nonsense, terrified because she had actually put her own health in jeopardy for belief of it. Still, when she next moved, Theia came up with a different story, telling people that she was a magician, and that she had been adopted. Stories like these changed with every place she moved to, but one constant remained: she would tell lies about her past with each place, though they remained, to her mind, almost true for several years. It was only in fourth grade that she began to realize that she was only dreaming. She knew that she was strange, able to run faster than other people, and replicate the balls of air that she saw a character on TV create, but memories of being Jupiter girl kept her from revealing these truths, instead telling far fetched, but not impossible lies.

In one school, her mother was actually a princess from a foreign country, whom her father had met whilst on a special mission. Another school found her to have been to the South Pole three times, so that she could visit penguins. Every story was different, of course, but she became better and better at these telling lies, so persuasive that people wanted to believe that they could be true, despite knowing that many of them couldn't possibly be. With her lies, she gradually distanced herself from people, drawing them closer socially, with her interesting tales and quick wit, but keeping them at a distance emotionally, because they weren't given the chance to ever actually know her. By the time that Theia realized she had been doing this, it was far too late to reverse the danger, and so things remained as they were, unfortunately. Of course, soon stories weren't enough to keep her own interest, and the girl began to sneak out of the house at the young age of thirteen. From there, she gained the habit of rearranging signs, experimenting with her abilities, or trying her hand at graffiti. She found her favorite thing to be pranking, something she had a special gift for, and soon there was a pattern of pranks following her through every town she was in. The principal's car would be found atop the school at midnight, Or all of the fish in a nearby pond would suddenly be relocated to the community swimming pool. Because she was always moving, people immediately knew who it was- once she left, anyway.

Her parents caught on straightaway, but every attempt to reign her in only gave her incentive to do more, because the threat of punishment somehow made it all far more interesting than it otherwise was, to be completely honest. She was constantly grounded, and constantly sneaking out, finding new methods each time. At some point, she decided to take on the alias 'Puck' as her prankster and graffiti artist name. One night, someone caught her using air pressure to whip through the town, speeding around while everyone else was asleep. Luckily, they were actually alumni of Eastern Gradon Academy, and put her family in touch with the people there. Of course, her family hadn't even been aware that she had these abilities until she demonstrated for them. Soon, around sophomore year, she was sent off to school there, where she has been ever since. She continues to pull pranks, of course, and is sharpening her abilities as well. The year before being sent here, during one of her experiments with her abilities Theia had decided that she should be lighter, to fly more efficiently. This started a downward spiral of anorexia, and she has had issues with it ever since- for the past four years, that is. Of course, she pretends it isn't an issue, and always redirects conversation when anyone mentions it- it's likely her worst kept secret, in fact.

So begins...

Theia Aide'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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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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My snow sense kicked in before the rest of me did, catching the snowball in midair one-handed without even looking. Had the snowball been a little more packed, the move would have looked cool(pun intended). However, all it did was cause the snowball to explode in my hand, sprinkling me with now melting ice.

"Did you guys REALLY just challenge the Wisconsinite to a snowball fight?" I said, this time pulling out the steel strings from my backpack, which were already forming into a jai alai glove on my hand. As I dug the glove into the snow, the metal kneading the raw material into six balls of perfect ammunition(packed enough to stick together for the flight, loose enough to break on impact), I had a smile on my face, because for the first time since I was little, people had NO idea what they were getting into.

Once the six snowballs were prepped, I spun to build up centripetal force, then slung them off three at a time towards the two people I most expected to have fired off the shot, Theia and Niall, each getting one directly at them, and two blocking off their paths of escape. With the speed they had been launched at, the snowballs would reach their marks in under a second. I laughed a bit once I realized I had made a Jai alai glove, remembering the Foxtrot comic that had given me the idea in the first place, and thus secured my position as the King of Winter every year in Mercer. To give myself cover as I ran towards my class(I wanted to drop off my bag first, I hate getting the thing wet), I drug the glove along the snow, changing its shape so that it would shoot powdery snow into the air in front of me and provide a smokescreen of sorts. The snow itself felt like a bunch of little bunnies licking my skin as it landed on my bare arms and face, which made me feel a little overdressed for the season.
(OoC: His apathy towards cold weather isn't just me making him a Gary Stu. I myself am renowned back in Minocqua for being the kid who would go out to recess in the middle of a blizzard wearing a tee shirt and sweatpants, MAYBE a jacket. In first grade. You could also look at it like this: guess what type is resistant to Ice in Pokemon. Either way, Kevin just doesn't register cold as something to worry about.)

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

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

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





Lockie Porter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





Brent Tanner

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

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

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

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

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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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"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 with a obvious flirty nature. “But I’m sure I could keep you entertained until they’re all done.” He offered , also flirtatiously.

"If you have to ask, then probably not," She heard a bright eyed blonde say. She immediately had a witty comeback but deemed it unnecessary when she heard the collection of other participants decide to go eat breakfast.
"Well are you going to leave me too Niall?" She asked widening her eyes innocently, a smirk played on her lips and she bit the inside of her cheek to hold it back. She smirked and took a long sip of her coffee, black, just the way she liked it. She preferred a pure diluted flavor. The only time she drank it drowned in sugar and cream was when it was a low quality coffee. Though since the school offered her favorite Jamaican blend of coffee she accepted it gladly.

She smiled and strolled toward Niall, remembering the walking technique her oldest sister taught her.More accurately it would be called strutting. Her sister, who had the same curvy body as her, though she was more bodacious than curvy, would sway her hips as she walked and take long slow strides seductively. However Cat preferred to walk a little faster and still swayed but she she did it it was more mysterious and though it still had allure it was a natural allure, not a seductive one.

She smiled and ran a hand through her hair, again releasing the aroma of strawberries. "You better make sure you can handle me before you make a promise like that," She shrugged "I'd be careful if I was you, I'm at my most powerful state right now." She said glancing at the snow above her. She tilted her head back, letting more snowflakes land on her, she loved the soft moisture on her face,it was like the sky was kissing her. She blushed at her very girly and naive thought before pushing it aside and focusing on Niall.
"So the winter feast is coming up, shall I expect you looking very" She paused and licked her lips, which were cold from the snow "Dapper in a suit?" She scrunched up her nose "We ice students take it very serious and I'd hate to kick any bums out, even you," She said nudging him with her shoulder.

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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.

Lockie Porter


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"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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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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Niall fell silent as he watched the girl very nearly sashay toward him, closing his open mouth he swallowed hard and wondered what in the hell was happening. Niall could be charming, this was true, but more often than not he was also drunk as were the girls who happened to find him appealing. It’s what he did, he partied and here it was morning and this girl was actually flirting back with him. Unprepared for a situation such as this he immediately fell back on instinct.

“Of course not. That’d be rude. You see, I’m not obnoxious like she said.” Niall replied, pointing to the departing group of air elementals which contained Theia. Pausing for a moment he quickly made a decision and yelled over his shoulder to his friend. “Hey, get me a muffin...” Cupping his hands around his mouth he finished with “Blueberry!” Before turning back to Caterina with a grin, rubbing his ice cold hands together he stuck them deep into his pockets and finding himself face to face with the girl.

She smelled like strawberries, and she was most definitely flirting with him. He was sure of it, pretty sure. At least seventy-thirty. “You’d be surprised at the things I can handle.” Replied, grinning wryly down at Caterina. “You know ice is just frozen water after all when you think about.” The tall boy in black and plaid said suggestively.

“Either way, I've got a suit. I won’t disappoint, though it is hard to improve upon perfection.” Niall answered s he gestured grandiosely at himself. He was nothing if not a bit vain and he was fairly obvious bout it. “How do you feel about velvet?” He asked seriously before moving on. “I've only been kicked out of a Winter Feast after party once. My first year, things got out of hand. Things were said…objects urinated upon. But I’m older, wiser…taller. You’ll have no problems with me. I swear it.” He said solemnly, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.

Knowing that he probably shouldn't have mentioned that previous part instead switched the topic, at least marginally so. “So, I suppose you’ll be sitting with the rest of the ice elementals at the feast?” Niall began in a roundabout way, stuffing his frozen hands back into his pockets and wrapping his coat around his thin frame.”Because if you’re not, you know, we could sit together. Or not. It’s whatever; I mean the option is there.” He finally worked out, blushing a bit at his own ineffectuality. This was not going as well as he’d hoped.

“So are you headed to class? I could walk you there if you’d like.” Niall offered, aware that he quickly becoming awkward and needed more time to rectify the situation before she came away thinking he was a total mental case.

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Brent Tanner


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 Ascot


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.