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A small, prestigious college, located in Washington State. Previously, it only accepted students with strange and mysterious gifts, but ten years ago, it opened its doors to all.

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Cascadia College, Washington State

A small, prestigious college, located in Washington State. Previously, it only accepted students with strange and mysterious gifts, but ten years ago, it opened its doors to all.

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Harmony Cunningham [14] "You know I'll keep this crown."
Isabella Vayne [13] "Isabella, Isabella Cecilia Vayne. You know who I am, and what my family can do."
Monet Grey [10] The sun always shines above the clouds.
Isaac Fox [8] "Will I be more than I've ever been?"
Carla Delgado [7] "i learn things easy, but apparently not fast enough."
Beauregard Taliesin [7] The Unfiltered Necromancer
Lucia Luciano [7] "give me your hand, and you won't regret it. though i might."
Lisa Chu [6] now you see me
Darcy Jones [4] Forever looking at the stars
Ariza Jackson [4] you better run from the devil

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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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xxxit always seems to slip away
xxxi’m taking back what’s mine
xxxwhat is left stays here
xxxto haunt you
Honestly, Hatch was surprised it had taken her housemates a full two weeks to throw a party. She’d been in desperate need of a release, and she’d been around for a week longer than most of them. But then again, she reminded herself, her housemates seemed to have a slightly better relationship with their families than Hatch did. Classes had only been back a week, and that was probably the most stressful thing most of them wanted to escape.

Hatch had left it until the last minute to leave to go home, and she’d come back as soon as possible. And even then, the few weeks she’d been home had been insufferable. Her oldest brother had announced his engagement, which had just resulted in more boring parties with her parents, where she was expected to drink wine and make polite conversation and wear a dress that made her look like every other businessman’s trophy daughter. Her father’s latest attempt at setting her up with some nice businessman’s son had backfired, even if the conversation had lasted a full ten minutes longer than usual. Her parents had spent the time they weren’t gushing about her brother and how wonderful this was for the family making strained conversation with Hatch about college. Her mother had brought her shopping, which had been an ill-fated attempt at converting Hatch to a more “appropriate” style of dressing. Hatch had, at least, gotten some new shirts out of it.

So when her housemates had suggested a party, Hatch had nearly fainted with relief. She’d gotten the word out among her friends and had even helped decorate a bit. They’d told everyone to bring their own drinks, but still had a ready stash of spirits and mixers, just in case, and had plenty of food to go around. They knew nobody was coming for the food, but also knew that it would be appreciated. Especially by whatever dumb freshmen would probably show up on an empty stomach. It always happened.

But It almost seemed like everybody had forgotten the events that had gone down shortly before Christmas. It seemed to just be another one of those events that was hot on everybody’s lips for a few weeks before fading into legend. Of course, a student being found dead on campus seemed to deserve a slightly more prominent place in everyone’s mind. Especially when it was clear they were murdered. The police were still around, asking questions, and there was a much tighter security presence on campus after dark. But if they hadn’t gotten the answers they needed before Christmas, they more than likely weren’t going to get the answers they wanted now, and the event had turned into a source of gossip.

“I heard he was in trouble with a gang,” one of Hatch’s roommates declared from where she lay on Hatch’s bed. Hatch raised an eyebrow, glancing at Lotta. “Drugs, guns, the whole thing.”
“I heard it was a cult.” Francis appeared from nowhere at Hatch’s door.
“A cult, Francie? Really?” Hatch laughed, leaning in to finish applying her lipstick.
“Yeah. Satanists.”
“Pretty sure his death wasn’t ritualistic enough for it to be a cult,” Lottie remarked.
“He pissed them off and they snapped. James says a senior approached him and tried to talk him into going to some service and then when he refused, the guy got really pissed off. He definitely seemed capable of murder.”
“Or, you know, it was just a mugging,Hatch remarked, raising an eyebrow and turning around to face them and taking a sip from her Jack and Coke. “Sometimes things are just painfully ordinary and boring.”

Ordinary and boring. Two things Hatch was determined to never be. Her dress was another present from her mother. It had been pointedly laid out for her before one of the many parties she’d been forced to attend, and was one of very few outfits that her mother picked out for her that Hatch actually liked. However, Hatch took comfort in the fact that she was pretty sure her mother wouldn’t have liked her shoes or her makeup, and relished that.

Even though the party was in her own apartment, Hatch waited until it sounded like there were plenty of people there before making her appearance. Looking like she’d been waiting for everyone else would just make her look desperate, so she waltzed out of her bedroom and scanned the party with a raised eyebrow. It seemed that everyone else had been as excited for the party as they had been. She made her way over to the kitchen to pour herself another Jack and Coke (heavy on the whiskey, of course), where she positioned herself to continue scanning the room and either find a familiar face or someone who at least looked interesting.

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Beauregard Taliesin
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xxxThere is a house in New Orleans
xxxThey call the Rising Sun
xxxAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
xxxAnd God I know I'm one
The past few weeks had been the epitome of miserable to say the very least, as Beau had gone back home to see her family for the holidays. Home. Such an odd word used in that sort of context for her since she started attending Cascadia, which had since long become her home in the past four years. Going back to that old and empty building that she was forced to call home was something she never looked forward to if she was being honest. While sure her siblings were fine enough for her to deal with, especially her older twin sister Hidie and Lizzy, and her oldest brother Thomas who had always come by for the holidays and birthdays, it was the rest of her siblings and her parents that made things a living hell for her. When at home, she had to pretend like she was like all the rest, a prestigious and self righteous assholes that she was forced to call family. Sure, they were blood but by the end of the day, she had nothing in common with any of them, as well as Beau had always been looked over and talked over and ignored, just like always. Even with it having been her birthday that they were all celebrating this time. Things were just always the same to her, never getting better.

Of course, much to her dismay, her parents constantly asked her how her classes were going and even went as far to ask Beauregard to demonstrate her powers in summoning a spirit at one of their dinner parties to show how well her schooling was going at the school. Thankfully, before anything could really be done or an even bigger fit could be started, her older sister Elizabeth had started up a conversation about how she had started her own business in the past few months and how things were taking off without a hitch. Her own weird way of trying to change the subject and move things off her sister’s shoulders. It was only in times like this where she was glad to be spoken over and ignored, her studies and progress at Cascadia were anything but lackluster and she really didn’t want to try and prove that the money they were using for her to be at the academy was being used for nothing. Maybe having a telepath as a sister really was a benefit to her. But it didn’t matter, soon enough her parents would find out that she was almost entirely flunking out of her arcane classes and was strictly making it by in Cascadia due to her diligence and dedication to the basic classes she was taking. Sometimes taking human classes was worth it.

Time couldn’t have passed by sooner for her as it was time to head back to the academy and Beau couldn’t have been happier. Getting on one of the earliest buses back to Washington the moment the chance had arisen and Beau was gone out of New Orleans like a bat out of hell. Going back to the academy meant she had her classes to focus on, as well as being back to the place she considered home, as well as being with her friends again was a welcoming sight for her. Arriving two days before classes would start up again after the holiday wasn’t much a surprise for her, nor was it uncommon for a few students to be back early, even with what happened on the school grounds a few weeks prior. Beau knew things were weird in Cascadia, obviously, but murder? That wasn’t a normal thing to happen here. Sure, people would occasionally go missing or be pranked and hazed, just like any school, but murder? That even made her skin crawl, for more than a few reasons. What bothered her more than what would concern others, was that when people died on the school grounds, they’d stay there. Just like any other place. But with her specific abilities, Beau tended to see the ghosts and spirits more often than others did, it was almost like she was a walking magnet and they seemed to gravitate towards her. Even during classes and exams, or even when she was in the library to study or simply read in her spare time, she could hear the voices of the undead. Even the medication she had been given wasn’t working to help with the sleep at least, which she knew it wouldn’t work.

At least she had her work to go back to and preoccupy herself with, so things weren’ so bad. Not until she had heard word of a party that some students were working on, and she knew full well what was to come when Hatch came running up to her with that damned smile of her’s. Beau had insisted on not going, it just didn’t sit right with her, especially now after a student had just been murdered, sure she didn’t know the person, but it still felt wrong. But she knew it was an attempt at helping people move on and forget and get passed the death of someone people knew. However shotty of an attempt it was. But in the end, of course Hatch got her way, as she always did, and ended up agreeing to go to the damned party. Only under one condition, Beau got to leave when she wanted to, she really didn’t want to have to carry Hatch’s drunken ass back to her room yet again. Even if Beau was also drunk half the time, but not as much as her friend ended up being, her anxiety had a good way of keeping her sober when she had to bring someone back to their dorm after a party.

This one wasn’t going to be any different Beau figured. She’d show up, entertain her friend(s) for a few hours at most, have a few drinks, make an absolute dumbass of herself as always and end up calling it a night early. Almost became routine for her at this point. Beau had woken up a bit later than she planned, jumped into the shower and got dressed for the party as her roommate had already left for the party or wherever they went off too. Beau didn’t really care much if she was being honest, she got ready faster by herself anyway. Tossing together a random outfit and shoes, and tying her hair into a small bun and she was ready to go. She didn’t really care much for how she looked, with just the slightest bit of makeup (bare minimum) and she was ready to go. Grabbing her phone and earbuds as she listened to some random 80’s rock music as she shuffled her way down to Hatch’s place where the so called party was being held.

Thankfully, the walk wasn’t very far and she made it within a few minutes, at least forty minutes late, which was a new record for her. Usually she was later than this, but people could deal. Not like her presence would be very missed if she didn’t show up. She was easily missible in a crowd, all she’d get the next day would be Hatch bitching at her for ditching last minute. Which, she could deal with, she always had, and always would. Beau let herself into Hatch’s place and immediately stopped as she saw just how many students had already been there and it was far more than she was expecting. Beau made a straight b-line for a familiar face that she saw across the room, weaving in between groups of students that were dancing to the music and drinking whatever type of alcoholic cocktail they may have been indulging in. Beau almost fell straight into the other woman as she pushed herself passed a few meathead jocks as she made her way to the target. “Well holy shit, Hatch. Think enough people showed up to this?” Beau said with her usual sarcastic tone as she leaned against the counter top for a moment. Scanning the room for a moment before she looked back over at her friend, “I hope you know I was actually considering to just ditch this party, so you should be happy I even decided to grace you with my presence that I knew you’d so obviously miss.” Beau said with a small smirk, before turning to fetch herself a drink. “So, what kind of fascinating things happened for you over the holiday? I’m sure it was so very thrilling. Can’t say the same for me though...You know how it is.” she retorted as she sipped her drink, eyeing the crowds of people in the room. She didn’t belong here, she never belonged in crowds. It was only a certain amount of time before she made a fool of herself or did something stupid, and she was slowly growing more nervous as time went on.





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Unlike some people, Ariza actually enjoyed being home for the holidays. Seeing old friends, showing his family that he had asserted some control over his powers, and eating food with flavor. While Cascadia's students had that in spades, he couldn't say the same for the cafeteria which was woefully bland. He felt more comfortable among the Santeros given that their focus wasn't solely on a western style of magic. That wasn't to say that Cascadia's methods were exclusionary, but they were certainly biased towards certainly philosophies. It was a radical change from the religion-focused pedagogy of his community, but an effective one for containing his power.

When asked about his first semester, he recounted the lukewarm reception, his friendship with Beau (which of course, earned teasing from the rest of his family), and his trying hard not to be angry Cursed magic mentor who chewed him out more than once for not paying attention in class. The santero-in-training abstained from mentioning the murder that happened not too long before Christmas in fear of his parents chiding him for picking such a dangerous school. They were already skeptical of Cascadia and he didn't need more evidence that transferring home to community college was a better option.

Despite that, coming back to school felt like a hassle. Prior to the first day, his humanities professor assigned him reading and along with that, an essay that he would surely get a C on, B+ if he could differentiate a rough draft from a final. Lectures and theoretical knowledge never clicked with him the same way that lab classes did. Practical application suited his tastes more and anything that wasn't directly relevant to his arcane studies tended to fall by the wayside.

Were he actually an upstanding student he wouldn't even be at this party! He usually didn't attend house parties for hosts he didn't know (he preferred the play movies in the background while you drink and play games type of kickbacks). The only reason he was here was because of an invite from Beau and the promise of free drinks (pending what everybody else brought). He expected the rest of the party-goers to be upper classmen so it came as no surprise when the presumed hosts and a laundry list of other people he hadn't met were already there when he walked through the doors.

Beau, his one of maybe three or four friends was busy talking to Harmony who he vaguely knew, but didn't particularly hit it off with. Their personalities clashed (albeit not antagonistically) so he tended to keep his distance unless Beau or Monet were there to break the ice. In rare cases, he would sink into the background and stay on his phone while his great-grandfather marveled at the strange ways that modern young adults wasted their time. Today it seemed like the man was content to leave him alone.

"Hey...Beau!" He mustered as much volume as he could to call her and wave, which didn't amount to much over the din of students pounding drinks and the latest pop hits.

Ah, he would definitely need something to loosen up. It was a shame that neither Minourie nor Geoff were at the party yet or they could have had a smoke in a corner somewhere. Approaching the kitchen counter, he mixed himself a gin and juice (heavy on the juice) and downed it with vigor before heading over.

"Hey Beau, Hatch,"(did he even have the right to call her that?) "Everyone have a good winter break?"

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Material girl, you can't afford me
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You're so 2000 before me
You're in the past, you're yesterday morning

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Winter break wasn’t anything special for Isabella. She was doing fine at Cascadia, making connections with other families, keeping her studies on track, as well as enjoying herself, though the second wasn’t that hard when she could spend an evening using her arcane magic on books instead of actually studying like some of the other students. Being home would be a nice break from the college life and a reminder of who she was and her goals.

At the Vayne Estate, Bella spent some time with her family, fortunately three of the four Vayne children were able to come home for break at the same time, so their parents could show them off all at once, which included a large gala. Her parents had planned it when they received Isabella’s schedule and communicated with their other children, and sent out the invitations to most of the well known Arcane talented families in the Northern Hemisphere, while traveling would be required for some, it was still a Vayne celebration. Isabella usually didn’t care about who was invited, but after letting it slip to her parents about the type of character the youngest child of the Taliesin family was, her parents rescinded their invitation. They didn’t expect them to actually come, but it was more so sending a message. There was talk about the Cunningham family, but her father once again decided against inviting them, as he had done every other time they planned on throwing a ball. Their curse of female only gifted arcanes was too much of a risk to Vayne bloodline.

Bella enjoyed her time at home, talking about her studies and who she was able to connect to, but not much had really change in the first couple months compared to her first year, so when she got bored at home, Isabella was the first Vayne child to leave, though the other children quickly followed and returned to their normal lives, Isabella’s younger sister gifting her a few outfits made from her own arcane magic, ones that Bella would for sure be showing off.

Isabella took her time actually getting back to Cascadia, but was glad to be back, Cascadia was the first real step to prove herself to herself and to her family, and so far it was going great. Though she shared the same opinion as her family about mundanes being allowed entry, it was nice to have even more people know her name. Though she mostly ignored the gossip and rumors about another death on campus, it was another human so not worth Bella’s worry. What surprised her though as she was settling back into the groove, she heard rumors of a party being thrown. And usually she wouldn’t care, parties were common at a college, but what threw her off that it was being thrown by a well known, acquaintance of hers, Harmony Cunningham. Or mostly known around campus as Hatch.

Under the Vayne household, there was much preparation that went into getting ready for a party, but Isabella wasn’t one for those traditions at Cascadia, mostly just focusing on looking stunning, making herself known, and enjoying herself. Bella knew this party wouldn’t be Arcane only, so she sent messages around spreading word about the party Isabella Cecelia Vayne would be going to first after winter break, making sure Harmony would hear she would be coming. Also making sure Lisa would be there, one of the few non-arcane people she could tolerate, but actually enjoyed herself with.

When the hour of the party rolled closer, Isabella focused on making sure her hair was perfectly wavey and flowing over the collar of her dress, as well as her nails were shining; she relished in her natural beauty and rarely wore make-up. The dress Isabella was going to wear was from her sister, made from real ermine fur, as well as enchanted to draw a bit more eyes and put off a relaxing aroma. Bella stood in front of the mirror checking herself out and twirling a bit before throwing on her knee high boots, that would give her a couple more inches in height, and heading to Hatch’s shared flat for the festivities.

It didn’t take her long to arrive, but when she did, she was glad the party was already in effect. Growing up, she was taught to never arrive at a party earlier, harder to show off with less people in the vicinity then when the party was already started and more people were on site. Her boots made a loud clicking on stairs leading towards the door and people were already turning their heads towards Bella; partly because of her enchanted outfit, partly because of her look, and partly because of her name.

As she walked through the room, Isabella bumped into a familiar face, though one that she didn’t care too much about. Monet Grey. “Oh hey girl. Fancy seeing you out and about at a party like this. Very interesting sweater. And hat. I'd never thought of wearing something like that, especially together, good for you.” Bella gave a light smile under her lips and shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t long until someone behind her caught her attention, a good distraction from her current conversation. “My little Lisa Chu. How are you?” She said, embracing the mundane. “Hope your break wasn’t as boring as mine. Family parties and a lot of talking, parents love showing me off.” Bella continued, rolling her eyes a bit.

Isabella perked a bit as Lisa mentioned a new trick. “Oh please share, and once you do, let show it off to the others. But what shall we be drinking together?”

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M O N E T GREY
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zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzzzzzlet your heart be one of them.
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Monet’s family had never been the wealthiest, so when winter break came around, they had to decide if they wanted to spend the money they had on an airplane ticket, or save it so their funds wouldn’t go low. It had been Monet’s first Christmas away from home, and they would be lying if they said the experience hadn’t made them question their decision to go to university so far from home. It was a little eerie, staying on the nearly empty campas so soon after someone had been murdered, but they took some solace in the fact that they weren’t truly alone, even if it felt like it at times.

Monet was genuinely thrilled when people started coming back towards the end of the break. It had been hard, not being around their family over such a big holiday, so the influx of their friends returning was heartening, to say the least.

After classes had resumed, life seemed to just carry on as usual. It was sometimes a little difficult to catch up with others after a break; everyone was busy trying to get back on schedule, and Monet was no exception. While they hadn’t gone home over the break, they hadn’t spent their time being particularly productive, either. They spent most of their time over break watching Netflix and face timing their little sister. Monet hadn’t even fully realized how much they’d missed her until then.

Monet heard about Hatch’s party, and they really weren’t about to turn down the chance to go. Sometimes they declined (parties were so chock full of hormones and emotions and sometimes they were too much), but they still went to plenty of parties; there really wasn’t a better way to get the people they cared for together.

Monet spent a little extra time trying to find the right sort of outfit: they didn’t tend to fuss over their outfits too much (they were pretty confident and comfortable with themselves, and their clothing was no exception), but they did want to look cute.

Getting to Harmony’s place was easy, finding anyone once they got there was another story. Once again, Monet found themself lost in the hubb of people. This wasn’t unusual; they tended to be shorter than most other people in a room, and bumping into people’s shoulders wasn’t a good way to find their friends. Bumping into Isabella Vayne was probably the worst thing Monet could think of so soon after arriving to a party.

Monet had tried to be friends with Isabella, they really had, but the girl seemed to hate them for things completely out of their control.

Don’t let her get to you, Monet thought to themself, Don’t give her that power. Monet smiled as Isabella spoke to them, and though they knew a backhanded compliment when they heard one, they still cheerily said, “Thank you, this is one of my favorite sweaters.” There was a brief moment when Monet wanted to say something about the fur, but instead they decided it was probably best to just ignore Isabella if they could. They’d decided a while ago that Isabella Vayne just wasn’t worth their time or energy. So, the moment Isabella had found someone new to speak with, Monet quickly turned to walk away. Hopefully, Isabella would be leaving them alone for the remainder of the evening.

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ISAAC FOX
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xxxwe start with stars in our eyes
xxxwe start believing that we belong
xxxbut every sun doesn't rise
xxxand no one tells you where you went wrong
Isaac wasn’t totally sure how he’d ended up at this party. Something about someone Ariza knew happened to know someone who knew someone who was throwing a party, and it was bound to be a good one. And hey, Isaac wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity for a good party. Christmas break had been fine, but he’d found life back home almost frustratingly boring and he was aching for something fun. So a party thrown by a bunch of strangers seemed like the perfect opportunity. And besides, it often felt like he ran into the same people, no matter who was throwing the party or where it was at. He’d find someone to talk to, he usually did.

After figuring out who else was going and roping in a few others, he agreed to meet everyone there. He’d had a dance and movement workshop immediately followed by auditions, both of which had ran well over time. Thankfully, he’d anticipated that and had left his outfit out that morning, so when he got back to the dorm, he just had to shower and get changed. Even still, he was late late, barely even fashionably late. As expected, the party was mostly upperclassmen, and was popular enough that he could slip in without anyone noticing. The party didn’t disappoint. Lights were strung strategically to give the room enough light that you could see who you were talking to, while still being suitably atmospheric. The music was good without being ridiculously overplayed. They’d even provided food, which Isaac was perhaps the most excited about given he hadn’t gotten a chance to get anything to eat before leaving.

It was also a much bigger crowd than he had been expecting, and trying to find anyone in the crowd was difficult. He’d just about decided to maybe grab a drink and text Ariza to at least find where he was, when he found himself colliding with a tiny, familiar figure. “Monet!” He yelled in delight, wrapping his arms around them in a hug. “Oh my god it’s been too long! How are you? Your hat is so adorable!” He said. He hadn’t seen them since he’d gotten back to Cascadia and he’d missed their comforting presence. “Babe, I am starving, let’s go grab something to eat!”

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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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xxxit always seems to slip away
xxxi’m taking back what’s mine
xxxwhat is left stays here
xxxto haunt you
Hatch smiled as Beau appeared in front of her, having had to negotiate a pack of jocks. “What can I say? Everyone’s desperate to see what it’s like to live like Hatch Cunningham,” she said with a shrug. “And don’t be ridiculous, Beau, I’d miss the distinctive awkwardness you always bring to proceedings,” she said drily, shooting her friend a wry smile. “My holidays were... well, the same as ever. My brother got engaged, so there was a lot of standing around at events that my family likes to call a party and smiling as politely as possible. You know what it’s like. Mother tried to be friendly but also tried to make me dress exactly like her.” She laughed a little, taking a sip from her drink. “Which went about as well as you can imagine.” She nodded politely as Ariza approached and asked about their winter break. “Oh, you know... same as ever,” she said with a shrug.

She spotted a familiar figure making their way into the party and smiled. She’d heard, of course, that Isabella would be coming. Isabella had made it abundantly clear that she intended on showing up, even if Hatch hadn’t specifically invited her. Which, of course, had exactly been Hatch’s plan. “Excuse me for just a moment,” she said to Beau and Ariza, making her way across the room. People seemed to part around her, even as drunk as some already were.

“Hey, Lisa, thanks for coming!” She said cheerily, before turning to Isabella and smirking, raising an eyebrow. “Hello, Isabella. Fancy seeing you here. Wonderful, as ever,” she said. “I’m so glad you could make it. What an... unusual choice of outfit.”

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Christmas had been interesting. The last few weeks had been interesting in fact. It was a lot to mull over on the drive back to Cascadia. Darcy banged her head against the wall. She never thought she would be grateful for the distraction of classwork. Still, it had been nice to see her brothers again. Their gentle teasing was her strange little safety blanket.

”Father, who is this woman at the dinner table?”
“No, no, I distinctly remember that my sister was much smaller.”
“Who’s Booker?”
“She’s blushing! Who is he?”


It had been a good Christmas. Jesse brought his family down, his fiance Sarah and his daughter Emma. Emma had spent most of Christmas Day on her uncle’s knee, the two of them utterly smitten with each other. Darcy and Sarah had browsed through wedding dresses. It had been a nice Christmas until her mom’s card arrived. Darcy had only read it twice, but she knew the details by heart.

She hid the card at the bottom of her sock drawer. Darcy wasn’t sure why she had bought it with her. Leaving it at home felt wrong and she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it. Cards and letters from her mom were few and far between. Each item toed that line between precious and damned. It had occurred to her that leaving at home might have meant she wouldn’t have been allowed to come back to Cascadia. Her mom getting in touch and what had happened to that kid before Christmas, no way would her dad have let her come back.

Darcy slid her dress on. Maybe a party was exactly what she needed to get her mind off things. It would be good to see everyone again at least. Even the ones she didn’t particularly like. She checked her hair in the mirror and left.

The party was in full swing when she arrived. Darcy danced around the crowd to the bar and poured herself a vodka and orange. She looked around the room, looking for a familiar face. She saw Hatch’s mane of hair moving across the room, stopping by Isabella. She couldn’t see Booker anywhere. The realisation sent a pang through her chest, which she ignored, because it was totally ridiculous to feel that way about someone not being at a party. Instead, she snuck through the crowd to Beau. She placed a hand on Beau’s shoulder. “Hey Beau.”

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Lisa arrived relatively early to the party with a bottle of Moscato in one hand and plenty of hugs in the other. She seemed to be a hit among most all the circles that congregated around one another, which was a good thing considering that all of her housemates split off the moment that they entered the door. She chose something semi-casual for the night: a pink sweater and black skinny jeans, both of which were layered under a long, white cardigan. She kept her hair tousled and her make-up minimal, opting for a tinted moisturizer and lip gloss to kick off the new semester. She had to remind herself that this a "shoes" household and even if they didn't have maids, she need not take off her heels.

Despite their wealth, the Chu family still followed certain traditions from taking off their shoes to her grandma praying to their ancestors every morning to bragging about the latest handbag her mother got on sale, even if it was secretly counterfeit. Her own bag, of course, was a genuine white, Musubi camera bag bought directly from Acne Studios. The only other gift she'd given herself was a custom deck of cards (Bicycle brand natch) for the same reason that most women bought new dresses for the season.

"Lotta hey! How's it going?" she asked before skipping towards one of her past project partners, "Juan Carlos! I haven't see you since October. Where did you go"

As quickly as she slid by him however, she left to go find the one person she'd actually come to the party for.

Isabella Vayne.

Lisa caught wind of her best friend crashing the party a few days after word got out about Hatch throwing a back-to-school party with her housemates. For whatever reason, she didn't seem to mind that Lisa hadn't told her nor that she hadn't been invited. For all the things that the Vayne woman was, possessive was not one of them. She almost seemed to enjoy bringing more people into the fold.

“My little Lisa Chu. How are you? Hope your break wasn’t as boring as mine. Family parties and a lot of talking, parents love showing me off.”

The Asian woman returned Isabella's hug with a warm smile before nodding in agreement.

"I wish I could say the same but my parents are seriously obsessed with family so our trip to California was nothing but visiting relatives and shopping of all things. But-" she pulled out a deck of cards, "I did get these! I've been working on something new and if you'd like I could show you."

Before she open her cards, Bella proposed grabbing a drink, which was certainly something Lisa didn't mind. Granted, it would have been nice to put her bag down first but time that could spent putting her things away could be time spent drinking.

"You read my mind!"

As they began walking towards the kitchen, she found Hatch sauntering over with a strange glint in her eye. She could feel the tension cutting the atmosphere of EDM and alcohol, replacing it with the rivalry of two warlords fighting for control of Cascadia.

"Of course! I wouldn't miss a chance to catch up with everyone."

And Lisa would stay neutral because as dramatic as her internal monologue might have been, she could never predict where those two would end up.

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Despite being siblings, Carla and Lucia had spent a significant amount of the break apart from one another. Back home, Carla's bedroom had spent the months unfilled, much to her father's chagrin, and her step-mother's silent contentment. Instead, she had spent the time hopping from apartment to airbnb. A week couch-surfing here, a few nights in a motel there; she had moved across the city as necessary. It had been expensive, and the numerous jobs she had worked had not taken kindly to her erratically changing addresses, but even at her bank account's most strained, she had never considered returning home. Not even Lucia, with all their words of reassurance, could convince Carla to remain anything but firmly distanced from her father, who she had no intentions of making amends with. Especially now, with all the nights she had spent rattled by the possibility that he was intentionally hiding her mother away, or, at the very least, that he knew more than he let on. He had insisted many times that he had not seen her since their battle in court, that she had gone on her way, perhaps even left the States. The last suggestion hurt and worried Carla especially so, though it was remedied by her firm refusal to take everything her father said with a dash of cynicism. The man was a notorious liar, after all, especially when he had such a heavy incentive.

Suffice to say, she felt happy to be back.

Furthermore, she was happy to see Lucia again, especially now that there was no quiet concern present beneath the surface of each interaction. Their environment had stabilised, and the worry ceased in favour of their typical enthusiasm. Now, Lucia sat in front of Carla's mirror, brows furrowed as they altered their hairstyle a fourth and final time. The teardrop jewels beneath their eyes winked in the lamplight as they deftly knotted the second of their two hair puffs. Carla, meanwhile, was on her second drink, preferring to get a buzz going before entering the fray. Lucia's own can of citrus-something sat still waiting on the dressing table, untouched for an hour since being opened.

"Just about ready to go."

"You said that an hour ago."

"My bad."

Carla shrugged, leaning over her sibling to inspect her face in the mirror. It too was touched by gems and glitter, and sent sparks flying across the glass. Satisfied, she pointedly shifted Lucia's can towards them. "You good? Drink up and let's go." One last lookover, and Lucia snatched the can, attempting to down it, then thinking better of it midway.

"I'll drink it on the way- let's go!"



By the time the two arrived, the buzz was kicking in for both of them, and they were all smiles as they walked into the house, greeting people left and right. The two of them were well known, well-liked despite their (or rather, despite Carla's) scandalous reputation. Lucia exchanged glance-overs with a passing handsome stranger as they hooked their finger around the ring of another can, catching the fizz on their lips.

"Damn, there's a lot of people h-" They and Carla spotted her at the same time, and Lucia's spirits immediately dampened. Isabella stood across the room, dressed as glamorous as ever. She looked stunning. Lucia felt sick.

"Come on." Catching their arm, Carla tugged them in the opposite direction. Lucia's head was bowed, but Carla threw back a frown at Isabella. The frown lingered as she noted the person Isabella was talking to. Are they friends, or what? It was going to be a problem, but as her gaze returned to her sibling, she noted it as one for another day. She spoke, tone hushed, as they walked towards where Monet and Isaac stood chatting. "Ignore her; she's not your problem tonight, okay?" Resisting glancing back, Lucia's response was as resolute as they could muster, "Okay." Carla gave their arm a reassuring squeeze, and by the time they reached Monet and Isaac, Lucia was bright once more, giving each of them a hug.

"Hey!"

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Isabella smiled as her mundane talked a bit about her small winter break. Bella would’ve liked to do a bit more shopping, but couldn’t exactly complain about the clothes her sister had given to her. When Lisa pulled a deck of cards out of her new bag, which Isabella noted to herself to talk to her about later, her face began to glow a bit more, especially with the added information about learning a new trick. “Girl. Of course I want you to show me, how am to advertise the ‘amazing Lisa’ without knowing the show.”

Isabella was leading the way towards the parties kitchen, knowing the layout of the apartment from her previous adventures. She knew Lisa was behind her, well more so assumed because she wouldn’t know why she wasn’t. Though a certain voice talking to Lisa made her stop and turn around, changing her expression from a happy and entertained look, to more of a serious look and crossing her arms and leaning on one leg. The one and only Harmony Cunningham, or more well known and preferring the name of Hatch. Bella rolled her eyes when Hatch thanked Lisa for coming, even though Isabella was the reason the non-arcane student had come to the party.

When Hatch spoke about her outfit, Bella squinted a bit, shooting her a glare. She had already looked Harmony over, but did it again, with more exaggerated movements. “Yeah, I guess it’s a good party.” Bella began to talk, extending her arm out and checking out her black white painted nails. “And thanks. My sister is just starting to get big in the fashion industry. Maybe if you had come to my family's gala you’d know that.” She shot a smirk at the arcane, knowing full well there was no invitation. “Oh sorry Lisa. It’s… a complicated matter. Maybe next time I can sneak you an invite.” She said to her companion with a wink, knowing full well the chances of that were slim to none.

As she turned from speaking to Lisa, Isabella’s eyes wandered a room for a second, somehow landing and meeting the look of a certain someone, someone who she hadn’t talked to or even seen since their fight at the Vayne family party. Lucia Luciano. Lucia seemed to flip out at her about not saying the right pronouns to her which one thing led to another and them ending on bad terms, but the woman’s last words stuck with Bella since. "You know, for a genius, you really are so ignorant." But even now she looked as great as before, a much different outfit that Isabella was wearing, but paired amazignly with the usual face gems and look she would wear. Her eyes darted away from Lucia as Hatch spoke about her outfit.

“Though your outfit is great, fits your figure. I’m pretty sure I saw some maids and stewardess wearing the same thing. Anyways. We were just heading to the kitchen for some glasses that for the wine my dearest one here brought. Welcome to join us Harmony, but I know that you have certain company you like to hang around with. Let’s go Lisa, I’m thirsty and wanna see this new trick of yours you’ve been.” Isabella flipped her hair and headed towards the kitchen, already getting flustered with Hatch and would have to ‘discuss’ things with her later.

Isabella opened some cabinets to find some actual wine glasses, not wanting to use ‘solo cups’ for the Moscato Lisa had brought, and quickly opened the bottle to pour them some wine. “You hear the gossip about another student's death?” The redhead asked, curious about the mundane’s opinions on it. She leaned in close for a second and lowered her tone of voice. “I even heard it could have been magic related and some cult had kidnapped a few days prior.” She said quietly, mostly wanting to tease Lisa a bit about Cascadia’s rumors about arcanes and magic, even though they weren’t actually rumors, but she didn’t need to know that.

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Honestly, this was a good party. Good music, the atmosphere was great, everyone around seemed to be enjoying themselves, as far as Monet could tell. They were happy with it all, but they knew they’d likely grow tired of it if they didn’t eventually cross paths with someone they could really engage with. Monet supposed they could have been paying closer attention, because they very quickly found themself running into someone. Shit, they thought, but realized who it was before any sort of apology could slip past their lips. Monet laughed and squeezed Isaac as tightly as they could. Monet grinned when he complimented their hat, but very quickly adopted a more stern expression, “You, sir,” They pointed an accusatory finger in his direction, “Should have popped by when you got back. I missed you entirely too much.” They were just kidding, mostly. Monet had missed Isaac; they’d missed all their friends. A bright smile spread back across their face, “You look great! If you weren’t so much taller than me I might threaten to steal your jacket.”

Isaac said he was hungry, and Monet raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t eat before you came?” There was a gentle sort of concern in their voice: Isaac needed something to eat, or else he would be absolutely miserable when he started drinking. Of course, he probably just hadn’t had the time. The theatre program could be pretty demanding, so it wasn’t a shock. They grabbed onto Isaac’s hand so they wouldn’t get seperated, and set out to where they assumed some food could be found, “How was your break?” They were, of course, curious, but they also just wanted something to talk about. “It was boring as hell here with everyone gone for the holidays.” Monet looked over the food options, but they weren’t really all that hungry. Still, some chips or something never hurt anyone.

Then Monet heard a familiar voice say, “Hey!” And that, combined with the warm hug, brought a grin right to their face.

“Lucy!” Monet practically squealed as they hugged their friend, “Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.” Then they turned to Carla, and gave an exaggerated gasp, “My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

Now, with their friends around, Monet’s heart felt a little fuller. There was something about the certainty of being among the people you care about. Monet was such a social individual, and being here among their friends felt like exactly what they’d needed.





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Booker didn’t mind his family, but he preferred to see them in smaller doses. All he heard about was how well his sister was doing in med school, his cousin was getting married, his mother’s best friend’s sister’s kid just had a baby, and anything about him was an afterthought. He was happy for his sister, and his cousin, (and he guessed he was happy enough for his mother’s obscure acquaintance he’d never met), but if he were being honest it was grating. He didn’t need to hear about his sister’s gpa for a tenth time, he had it memorized after the third.

He didn’t talk about school much, though. Certainly not about the student that had been murdered. Booker was a little worried about it, obviously, but he had to hope that it was an isolated event. He didn’t need his parents insisting he try to transfer in the middle of the school year. Booker liked Cascadia; he had friends there, he liked the area, the professors. If things got worse, he’d consider it, but as it was he didn’t want to even really consider leaving.

As it was, he was glad to be back. Having some space from his family, he felt like he could breathe again. He always forgot how smothering his mother could be until he was back in her presence. He’d arrived back on campus really last minute, just a few days before classes started back up, and adjusting back to classes was never the easiest thing to do. Booker wasn’t complaining, though, he really thrived at Cascadia, and he enjoyed most of his classes. Maybe he was a nerd, or maybe all the studying was something to focus on so he didn’t have to face his own issues.

Either way, when Booker heard about the party, he figured it could be good for him. The compounding stresses of everything that had been going on meant that even Booker could use a breather. He didn’t tend to go to parties, and everyone that had ever invited him to one knew that he was more likely to say he needed to study than agree to show up, so the times he did show up people acted like it was an act of God or something. “You came!” or “You made it!” or “Wow, I never thought I’d see you outside the library!” Comedic genius, really.

Booker had never really cared for punctuality at these types of parties- it didn’t matter much, and he wasn’t going at all if he didn’t finish everything he needed to do. But here he was, with an offering of some craft beer he’d brought back from Wisconsin. There were quite a few people at this party. He spotted some he’d rather avoid, others he didn’t mind. He figured he’d start with dropping his drinks off; he was willing to share.

He offered a smile to anyone he knew as he went, and he almost went right up to talk to Darcy when he spotted her (she looked really pretty. Well, she was always pretty, but her dress was very nice.), but she seemed to have made herself part of a small group, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to interrupt. Still, he tried to catch her attention by waving at her. He didn’t want to pull her away from her conversation, but if he were being completely honest, he’d missed her over the break. They hadn’t had an abundance of time to catch up since classes had started back up, and he hoped that they'd have a little time to talk, at least.

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Beauregard Taliesin
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xxxAnd I guess the bad can get better
xxxGotta be wrong before it's right
xxxEvery happy phrase engraved in my mind
xxxAnd I've always been a go-getter
Beau gave a small chuckle as Harmony gave a quick remark almost immediately after, bringing the glass to her lips as she sipped a bit of her shot. Arching her eyebrow up at Hatch as she mentioned Beau's distinct awkwardness that she brought. Almost caused her to spit up the alcohol as she had gone for another sip, "Holy shit, Hatch." she sputtered, wiping the alcohol from her lips with the back of her hand. Beau nodded her head as her friend continued to explain how her Christmas Break went, even though she had an idea of how it went. Their families were relatively similiar in a few ways, so she understood how certain things were. "Psh, trust me...I get that entirely. Mine were no better.." she muttered. Looking down at her own drink for a few seconds before she heard a familiar voice call out from the crowd, as the figure in question walked over to them. Ariza Jackson, one of Beau's best friends that she had actually pissed over the holiday break. "Hey dude, glad to see you finally make it." she said with a short lived smile, as her eyes managed to latch onto someone in the crowd. She only saw the person for a split second, but it was enough to know who it was. The tall, slim figure, long red hair, and overly priced attire. Isabella Vayne. Even the name made her want to vomit.

Quickly looking back at Ariza, the small smile returned as he asked how things had been over the winter break, simply giving a small shrug as Hatch explained how her's went. Beau's eyes dotted from Hatch, back to the crowd as she left to go do something for a moment, "Uh, yeah. Sure...You go, you go do whatever it is that you-ah forget it" her voice trailed off into an incoherent mutter by the end. Way to be smooth, Beauregard, she thought to herself. Rubbing her temple for a moment, she looked back up at Ariza, "Anyway! The break was...as you'd expect. Not even worth going into. As always." she said with a forced chuckle before downing her drink before she began to refill her drink again, "So, what did the glorious life of Mr. Ariza Jackson offer him while he was away from his dear friend?" she said with a small smirk, clinking her cup against Ariza's before taking a small sip again.

It was only a few moments later that she felt someone's hand rest on her shoulder, which caused her to jump a bit before she heard yet another familiar voice speak up behind her. Turning her head to look to her side, a small smile overturned her lips as she saw who it was, Darcy. Another one of her, friends. "Oh shit, Hey Darcy!" she greeted the woman as she gave a short and friendly hug. "I hope you had a good winter break. It's uh, always good to see you." Beau said with a small chuckle, before turning back to place her drink on the counter. "Can I help getting a drink for you? There's, well...Whatever the fuck it is that they have here." she said with another forced chuckle, the nerves were begining to set in full force, taking her own cup back and downing it in one quick go. She'd need as much alcohol as she could drink if she wanted to be able to stay here any longer than she already had been.





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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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xxxit always seems to slip away
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Hatch just raised an eyebrow as Isabella mentioned her family's gala. Hatch knew full well that her family didn't tend to be invited to these things. A lot of older Arcane families viewed her bloodline with vague disdain due to the fact that the gift wasn't present in every generation and was only ever present in women. And to be honest, she was totally fine with that. Isabella's family's galas just sounded like her own family events but so much worse.

Isabella's comment about her outfit just made Hatch chuckle. Really, if she was having to resort to comments like that, Hatch had basically already won. Being called Harmony really just concreted that for her. She scanned the room as Isabella walked away, looking for people she hadn't already greeted that she actually wanted to talk to. That was a notoriously small group of people. So when she spotted Lucy and Carla talking to Monet and some guy she only recognised in passing, she decided that was better than nothing.

"Well, look who we have here!" She called as she reached the small group. "Monet, my dear, you look as adorable as ever, that look is just too sweet!" She said. "Carla, you are rocking that look. And Lucia, bringing some sparkle to all of our lives," she said with a grin, and wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders as she turned to look at the man. After examining him for a minute, she thought she'd seen him hanging out with Monet a few times, but she didn't think she'd ever really crossed paths with him, but his outfit was different enough to what every other guy seemed to be wearing that he intrigued her. "Hatch Cunningham. A pleasure."



ISAAC FOX
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xxxwe start believing that we belong
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Isaac pouted as Monet gave him a stern look, telling him off for not having been around sooner, before laughing as they admitted to missing him and complimenting him on his jacket. "I don't know, you could probably get away with it as a dress," he teased. "You'd rock it, but not as much as you're rocking that cute ass hat," he said. He rolled his eyes as they asked him about not eating. "I totally meant to, I just didn't have time, mom," he teased as they made their way over towards the food. He was impressed by the selection, it was better than the pizza and chips that most parties just offered.

"Oh, I can only imagine. My holidays were... nice. Quiet, really, I kinda missed the chaos of college life," he admitted as he piled some chicken fingers onto his paper plate. [color#7b78b4]"Even if I'm now running between class and workshops and auditions, I wouldn't change it for the world."[/color]

He grinned as Lucia and Carla appeared, both of them looking absolutely fabulous. He returned the hug enthusiastically, before popping a chicken finger in his mouth. However, the presence of a new person almost had Isaac feeling on edge. She gave off an intimidating aura, even if she was a little shorter than him. She greeted the others before turning to assess Isaac, and he had to resist the temptation to shrink back under her gaze. But apparently, she deemed him worth her attention as she nodded and introduced herself as Hatch Cunningham. Hatch was such an unusual name that he was about to ask her about it, but another look at her and he decided against it.

"Isaac Fox. A pleasure to meet you," he said. "Is this your party?" He asked, and she nodded, those steely eyes unreadable. "It's pretty great. The food is really good," he said, and she nodded again in what he presumed was thanks.

"So how was your holidays?" She asked, but Isaac got the impression that the question wasn't particularly directed at him.

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Lisa walked alongside Isabella, keeping a steady smile as Harmony made an obviously snide comment regarding the redhead's outfit. It wasn't uncommon for the upper class to wear fur, albeit the trend towards cruelty-free meant that pelts would be harder and harder to find. Personally, she didn't enjoy the idea of wearing a dead animal (leather not included despite the hypocrisy), but she would be lying if she said that Isabella didn't pull it off. Not to mention that her sister made it and it would simply be an insult to decline.

"Yeah! Everyone's looking great this evening," the Asian woman cut in.

The Vayne woman of course, retaliated with a petty jab of her own and in Vayne fashion just had to be class-related. She beckoned for Lisa to follow after and she was happy to do so, gripping her Moscato with vigor. She was more than happy to wine and flaunt herself, especially if it meant a distraction from Isabella and Hatch's...volatility.

They arrived in the kitchen, breaking out wine glasses and a corkscrew to finally get drinking. She had never been much of a party animal, preferring more intimate gatherings so getting slowly inundated (and tipsy) was the perfect way to unwind. Taking a long sip of Moscato, she perked up at Isabella's question regarding the recent death on campus.

"Yeah I did! Well I mean it was a tragedy, but I would be lying if I said it didn't interest," she answered, swirling her glass, "can imagine if there really is a cult here? What that would mean for Cascadia?"

All her theories and mystery chasing would finally come to fruition and she could be the first to report on it. Her major wouldn't be useless after all. Well it wouldn't be useless because she had connections within the industry anyway, but having a story to report meant more to her.

She pursed her lips for a second before taking another sip.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about it would you?"

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Isabella giggled to herself watching Lisa’s reaction and response to her bringing up the recent death on campus. She knew the girl’s major and assumed an event like this would peak her interest. “Cascadia is a college from a time long ago, you never know with places like this.” She quickly spoke in between listening to her current drinking companion and sipping the wine. Though she wasn’t expecting Lisa to ask to ask her if she knew anything about it. Obviously Bella wasn’t here when the death happened, so she wouldn’t be suspected, but she knew it wasn’t a question of Lisa interrogating her as a suspect. But her question was more so if she knew anything about it.

“Well hun, you know I come from a legacy of people coming to Cascadia, Vayne isn’t a shy name around the halls...” Bella said, swirling the glass of wine in her hand. “How about this little one, I’ll do a little bit of family digging, and if I find anything, you’ll be the first I tell.” She said with a smirk. Once again, not expecting herself to actually follow through with telling a mundane about the secrets of Cascadia and her own family, but it was fun to play around. Isabella quickly slowly sipped the rest of her drink and set the glass down next to the sink. “Anyways little Lisa, you know I need to make more face around the party. Go enjoy yourself, and thank you for the wine and the words.” She gave the woman a smile before leaving the room.

Bella saw many other friends and acquaintances as she walked through the next room. As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on a group of friends from before the break that she also saw at her families recent gala. A wicked smile came across Isabella’s face as she began making her way over towards them, ready to indulge in some recent gossip, and maybe even hear a bit more of the recent tragedy that struck Cascadia. But as she passed by a group of people in a circle minding her own business, Isabella quickly felt a fluid splash against her face and over her outfit.

“What… the fuck….” Words slowly left Isabella’s lips as she looked down at her now drenched dress. While it would come off easily with a spell from one of her friends, right now it looked ruined and stained. Her head turned to see where the drink came from and her eyes settled on a man with a now empty cup. Isaac Fox. Isabella usually didn’t like people making mistakes as it was a small pet peeve of hers and she would normally have some words with said person, but since it was Isaac Fox out of all people, the man who took it upon himself to be on a Vayne’s good side, Isabella wasn’t going to have any of it. A few moments of silence passed before she reacted.

Isabella wasn’t sure if it was the look in her eyes, or someone’s gut feeling came into play, but as she stepped forward, someone stepped in front of her starting to hold her back. “Really? Going to throw a drink on me and just stand there?” She asked rhetorically trying to push past whoever was holding her back, quickly seeing it was Hatch. “Let me go right now Hatch, this sexist mundane pig needs to be taught a lesson.” She said out loud, glaring back at Isaac.

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Monet couldn’t help but grin as Isaac teased them. They didn’t mean to be pushy and practically parent him, but they didn’t always know how else to express that they cared. They were also projecting their worries about their younger sister onto him. Monet couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for being so far away from her this year. The Grey family had their first Christmas without their mother the year before, and now Petra had gone through her first holiday season without her only sibling. There had been a lot of firsts for their family in the past few years.

Monet couldn’t be there with their sister, but it was easy to take that worry and guilt and use it to fret over their friends. It would fade quickly, just as it had before. Even in that moment, as Monet greeted friends and complemented outfits, the sense of worry and guilt seemed to melt away. Everyone was having a good time, and so would Monet.

Hatch’s arrival was a welcome one, in Monet’s book. They grinned at the compliment, and quickly fired back with, “You look fantastic, and I feel underdressed!” It was mostly in jest; Monet was comfortable enough in their own skin not to be too bothered by the way other people were dressed at a house party (even if they still couldn’t quite wrap their head around wearing heels to an event like this). They were glad to see that Hatch and Isaac seemed to be getting on well enough, and when Hatch asked about the holidays, Monet shrugged.

“I was here. It was… Nice and calm, mostly. Kind of nice, really.” That was a total lie; Monet had hated being alone. It was too quiet, boring, and slightly depressing. They were due a little excitement.

However, an upset Isabella Vayne was not what Monet had in mind. Silently, Monet said a thankful prayer to no-one-in-particularly that Hatch had been there to hold Bella back. They weren’t sure there were many others at the party that Isabella would have allowed to restrain her. “Really? Come on, Isabella; I know it’s upsetting, but this is a fucking party. Shit happens.” And this is why you don’t wear your fancy new furs to a college party. Monet was fairly sure Isaac wouldn’t dump his drink on someone on purpose, but even if he did, not many people would really blame him for targeting Isabella Vayne.

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“Lucy! Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.”

“My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

"Carla, you are rocking that look. And Lucia, bringing some sparkle to all of our lives,"

They were no strangers to compliments, and they returned the niceties will matching sincerity. Already, the tenseness that had tightened about Lucia had begun to loosen, replaced with the comfort of friendly faces and Hatch's arm around their shoulders. Carla too, was at ease, very much in her element with a buzz of friends about her, and a drink in her hand.

She brought the can back to her lips, smirking against the metal as she watched Hatch and Isaac's tentative introduction. She didn't blame Isaac for his tremors; Hatch was certainly an intimidating presence, even with several shots of vodka in her system. She didn't think it would take them long to bond, though. Alcohol, for all its unappealing inducements, tended to prompt many friendships through its reduction of inhibitions. Perhaps by the night's end, the two would be cackling together over a game of beer pong, or kissing in a shadowy corner. The possibilities were all apart of the fun, and Carla buzzed with anticipation of the night ahead. She wouldn't be opposed to her own shadowy corner, in fact, given the right buzz and the right partner.

She hadn't been entirely sure how to respond to Hatch regarding the circumstances of her summer- they had hardly felt like a holiday, after all, but thankfully she found she did not have to, for any dismissive comment she might have uttered was quickly cut off by a particularly drenched and fuming redhead.

“What… the fuck…."

Carla and Lucia's reactions were near opposites; whilst Lucia was all shock and concern, Carla's surprise quickly turned to amusement.

“Really? Going to throw a drink on me and just stand there?

Carla's smile faded into bemusement as she followed Isabella's accusatory gaze, which was aimed directly at an especially bewildered Isaac. Isaac?... Is she serious? That guy couldn't throw an insult, let alone a drink.

“Let me go right now Hatch, this sexist mundane pig needs to be taught a lesson.”

Stepping between Isabella and the source of her ire, Carla addressed her with lazy derision. "Jesus, chill the fuck out, Isabella. He didn't do anything."