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Kellin D'Amato

'Witches, Bitches. What's the difference?'

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a character in “AHS: Coven”, as played by LivyGrey

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'Craziness is like heaven'.




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Name: Kellin Jane D'Amato

Nicknames: Lin, it's literally just short for her full name but she prefers not to shorten it.

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Date: 13-6-1995

Race: Witch

Sign: Gemini

Sexuality: Bisexual

Ethnicity: White English

Powers:
-Pyrokinesis
-Concilium
-Transmutation
-Telekinesis




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Childhood/Family Life: Up and till the age of ten, Kellin lived with her single mother but due to financial reasons and her mother's sudden emotional instability Kellin was made to move in with her Grandparents in an attempt to relieve Kellin of the stress of having to move from place to place all the time and being shipped around. Kellin from that point in her life, never really saw much of her Mother after that and even to do this day, she's only seen her three or four times and they only ever communicate via an email or a letter- apart from that Kellin has no regard for their relationship since her Grandmother had always been more of a Mum to her. Kellin's grandmother was the one who broke it to Kellin about their witch heritage after Kellin accidentally burnt her grandfather by setting his coat on fire during a panic attack. Her grandmother taught Kellin to cope and prepared her to be sent away but just before she left died of unknown causes leaving Kellin broken-hearted and slightly mangled minded. This was the point in her life where Kellin started developing anxiety which was diagnosed with GAD- generalised anxiety disorder in the summer of last year.




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Quirks//Habits//Oddities: She's really bad for biting her nails and little things like sticking her tongue out when she's concentrating. She feels naked if she hasn't got an armful of wrist bands on. She loves wearing galaxy themed items of clothing and has tendencies to talk to herself or sing when she thinks no one is paying attention.

Good personality traits:
Intelligent
Empathetic
Open Minded
Energetic
Humorous
Compassionate

Bad personality traits:
Pessimist
Anxious
Dyslexic
Erratic
Clumsy
Nervous
Lack of focus

Personality: Kellin is rather quirky and has an outgoing side amongst her small collection of friends but outside of that circle, she's far more quiet and impressionable. Kellin is what could be stereotypically described as 'geeky', she wears glasses quite a lot of the time but avoids it if she can since her eye sight isn't too awful and she thinks she looks awful in them but she also is totally obsessed by video games and comic books. She's always babbling about one or the other and if she isn't talking about it, it's quite likely it's being advertised on her clothing. Although she's quite shy and withdrawn from socialising, she isn't actually that in confident and she'll talk to anyone, she'll just be incredibly awkward about it. She has a habit of judging hair a lot since she adores people with randomly coloured hair or who do something crazy with it and she also likes tattoos and piercings. There's no better feeling as far as she is concerned than the excitement and build up to dying your hair.

Kellin despite usually being friendly, civil and likeable, she does have an incredibly short temper and has tendencies to jump up in defence of other people and be snappy when she disagrees with something. She's incredibly argumentative and finds her confidence through debating with people but she doesn't like arguing with people as she's anti-conflict but she will stick up for people when they can't stick up for themselves because that's what she thinks is the right thing to do. Kellin has a tendency to swearing and cursing because the way she sees it is; Why would you make words you're not supposed to say? She doesn't get what the point of it, so she swears like a sailor because she thinks if the word was made then it should be used. She doesn't swear to be hurtful at the end of the day, it's part of her sense of humour and the way she's it, a twat is no more offensive than being called an idiot.

Greatest joys in life:
Friends
Gaming
French Toast
Reading
Photography

Greatest fears:
Gerascophobia
Pediophobia
Thantaphobia

Life philosophy:
'Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself.'




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❤ Nintendo Games
❤ Socialising (With certain people)
❤ Relaxing and being Lazy
❤ Anime
❤ Coffee
❤ Hair Dye
❤ Photography
❤ Seeing Friends
❤ Coffee Shops
❤ Sugary Foods
❤ Denim Jackets
❤ Band T-Shirts
❤ Gigs
❤ Studying
❤ Comic Conventions
❤ Gaming Conventions
❤ Zelda Games
❤ Kirby
❤ Youtube
❤ Shakespeare
❤ Poetry
❤ Coronas
✘ Overly optimistic people
✘ People who find her swearing offensive
✘ People who think stereotypically or judgementally
✘ Feeling dizzy
✘ Blood
✘ Pubic Speaking
✘ Bullies- people who are rude, disrespectful or intimidating
✘ Cheese and Tomatoes.
✘ Meat (She's a Veggie)
✘ Butchers or anyone associable with killing animals
✘ Nosey people
✘ Being shouted out or spoken to loudly.
✘ People who mock mental health or disabilities
✘ Snobbery
✘ People who are 'two-faced'
✘ People in general most of the time
✘ When dying her hair goes horrifically wrong
✘ Birthdays
✘ Getting Older
✘ Wasting Time
✘ Sexism
✘ Arguing





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Build: She's 5 ft 9 inches and weighs probably around 115 pounds. She's got a tall, skinny build and there isn't really an once of muscle or fat on her.

Hair Colour: Bright blue- slightly teal.

Eye Colour: Blue

Distinguishing Marks: She has a Zelda 'triforce' tattoo on her shoulder blades and a 'Ying and Yang' tattoo on her forearm. She also multiple piercings including, most of her ears, she has up to her thirds, her helix, inner lobe and on her left ear she has an industrial piercing. She also has a nose piercing which she got down when she was 16- it was her first piercing, all the others she has had since then and she plans to get more but she doesn't know what she wants to get done yet.

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Style: She isn't really that much of fashion concious person- a typically outfit would include a t-shirt associable to a video game or one of the bands she likes and skinny ripped jeans but she is totally obsessed with wearing converse and Doc Martens- she basically doesn't wear anything other than her knee converse and her eight eyelet green Doc Martens. She's also rather prone to wearing dresses with cardigans on those rare occasions where it's decided a little bit more effort is required. She likes wearing eye-make up and has mastered using liquid eye-liner which she'd boast is her greatest talent occasionally and there's nothing more she loves than when she can get her hair perfectly straightened and neat but due to her laziness and lack of focus, it doesn't happen very often since she often gets bored and only does half a job. She often dresses in a very 'indie' fashion with aztec patterns and weird but wonderful things but really, it's hard to define Kellin's style because there's so many aspects to it. She's weird and wears weird things, that's the simplest way of describing it.

So begins...

Kellin D'Amato's Story

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Character Portrait: Kellin D'Amato Character Portrait: Crystal Spencer Character Portrait: Alexandra Zarkhov Character Portrait: Lilith Mayweather Character Portrait: Vincent Noriega

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





As far as Kellin could tell so far, it was a painfully normal morning. The butlers were rushing down the hall ringing bells at doors and calling out at the girls loudly and trying to wake them up. It was 7:34 AM when Kellin rocked up out of the bed and within a minute of getting to her feet, she became aware of all the chaos and havoc outside her door. She cast a glance at her room mate but they were practically passed out in their bed, so she tip-toed around them into the en suite bathroom. Not even bothering to shut the bathroom door, Kellin discarded the underwear she'd worn to bed since Kellin couldn't have had a stronger hate for night clothes if they'd punched her in the face and stepped into the shower, flicking on the water so that boiling hot droplets fell like hail onto her face. She washed her face first, than her body and her hair- that done and blue hair plastered against back, more navy than teal from the moisture locked inside the strands, she wrapped herself in a small towel and stepped back into their dorm.

Sitting down on her bed,she towel dried her hair and then pinned it back messily whilst she did her make-up which didn't take long since she only really wore a bit of eye-liner and mascara, she flicked a dark mark on the corner of each of her eyes than zipped up her white make-up bag and returned to working on her hair. She brushed it through to get rid of the worse of the wetness, then she got up and walked over to use the blow dryer, feeling guilty because it might wake up her room mate but she couldn't put it back any longer. She flicked on the hair dryer and her hair scattered in the warm breeze as Kellin brushed through it.

That took maybe twenty minutes and then she straightened her hair, worked on her fringe till it fell how she liked it to then she exhaled in relief. "That's the hard part done," she muttered to herself. Then she gazed back at her reflection for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. She picked out a black long-sleeved and a white 'Paramore' loose and floaty tank top to where over it. She slipped into a pair of super skinny distressed blue jeans with rolled up ends and frayed edges. She sighed in relief and sat on her bed for a moment debating if she had time to finish off the 'Wolverine' comic she'd been reading last night before she left, she looked at the page left open on her bedside table longingly but sighed and shook her head. She grabbed the graphic novel and rolled it up sticking it into her deep back pocket.

She pulled on beaten up red converse then looked at her still sleeping room mate and laughed a little. 7:58, classes started at half past 8 but she trusted they'd wake up in time and like that, she slipped out of her door and dived into the chaotic madness which was a summer Monday morning in a house full of witches and bitches. She made her way onto the share compound outside of the mansion where the students all lived. The back field was shared property between Academy and neighbouring fraternity so it was uncommon to see students mingling in what was essentially no man's land. She didn't really have a plan on what she was doing but she was bored and up far too early, so she voted on going for a wander so she could find someone to read for a bit or better, someone to talk to since Kellin was such an eccentric and sociable person.

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He woke up early that day as he has done so every day he's been there. He would watch from a window over cross the field over into that famous house of witches. Not many boys from the Fraternity ever speak of it, well, at least the ones that want nothing to do with it. Even though he hasn't been here as long, Vince could see the tension felt between the two schools. Some of the boys and many of their families feel uneasy about it. Although some seem to ignore they exist and even believe it's all a hoax. It's just an all-girl's boarding school, not some Hogwarts. Still, it doesn't ease the situation, ignorance. In fact it just seems to make things worse. Are they real? Are they not real? Is it all one big lie or is it the truth? The confusion seems to make people even more nervous.

This is fundamental in all human behavior. We all fear what we don't understand. Sometimes that fear manifests itself as hatred or anger. He's even heard of the more religious of them, speak of burning some witches at the stake. Such a barbaric way of handling things but then again most humans are barbaric. Yet, everyone seems a bit to afraid to even attempt such a feat. Of course Vince does come across a few boastful students who claim they could walk on over and do whatever they please. Some even dare themselves to prove if they are witches or even see if they can get laid by a witch. Petty, the whole mindset of it all. Vince does not subscribe to such thoughts and feelings. He is here to demonize, dismiss, or disprove that there are witches across the field. No, he does believe they are what they say. At least he hopes that is true.

He can't help but stare out there and see that academy, the Miss Robichaux's Academy. When done with his classes and work for the day, he would got to the library and research on the computer about the academy. He learned of the building's history, although the whole witch part is fairly new. Not much to go off on, but then again he didn't expect witches to pour all their secrets on the Internet. They aren't teenagers after all...well at least not normal ones. Of course this ritual of waking up early and looking out the window, coupled with being caught looking up the academy, has gotten him much flak. Already his sense of casual wear is more fancier than most have already given him the impression of a snob. But now, some think he is a witch-lover. This is often the subject of ridicule.

It's almost like they think he is a witch. Luckily, he has no magical capabilities whatsoever. Unfortunate, at times he really wishes he could bewitch his more dimwitted colleagues into submission. He grew tired of being powerless over others, he wanted power for himself as well. Still, he was clever and he found ways to hide from others so he could study, read, and learn. He is quite the academic, often having his nose planted in some book or his school work. He really does shine in academics, and he is becoming something of a rising star among his professors. Still this just earns him another dreadful accolade of teacher's pet, he thought such childish things would have been left behind in grade school. Of course he cannot rule out that many college going people are hear for one thing, the crazy parties. There's always someone throwing some party where booze and drugs and sex is going on. More petty distractions in his eyes.

Having finished his early morning ritual he decided to wash up and prepare for the new day. After a shower, he walked by the window to see someone out there in that back field. "Hm, that's strange, no one goes out there." He thought to himself. Upon closer inspection he could make out that it looked to be a girl. "A witch? Out there?" He can't help but feel a tad bit of excitement. No one ever goes out to the back field, perhaps his fellow classmates believe they will be cursed or something like that, but not he. He quickly got dressed and decided to slip out before people care to take notice of him. He snuck out, through the back lot and decided to make his way to the field. After much anticipation, he hoped to finally see what a witch would be like.

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





Kellin wasn’t aware of anyone else being around and was quite content in her own little bubble quite oblivious to anything else around her. Her petit frame was horizontal to the ground and she was laying across the grass on her front, not at all bothered since no one ever came down there anyone unless it were to start a fight, which she doubted would occur this early in the morning. For a moment she simply laid there playing with a blade of grass between her pale finger tips, examining it but not plucking it, she didn’t want to kill it. She brushed it between her fingers as she gazed up at the fraternity. She might have liked to look around it one day, it seemed so much livelier and more natural than in the Academy but there was this unspoken law against interactions between the likes of witches and frat boys, though admittedly many did disregard this, it was consider highly scandalous to do so, which is why Kellin didn’t talk to them or anyone for that matter really. She spoke if spoken to and otherwise kept to her graphic novels and POP vinyls for company. She didn’t feel the need to test the tension between houses.

Twirling a strand of shock blue hair around her finger, she pulled the rolled up comic out of her back pocket and spread it out over the grass, flicking through till she got to wear she left it. She sat there studying the pictures of the small but mighty Wolverine with a captivated expression and she chuckled over his catchphrases and outbursts. Normally, she’d try to hide her amusing she found reading but considering she had no witnesses, she decided she’d enjoy her reading like she wanted to, with no shame. She continued like that until she looked over upon thinking she heard a bird or other animal but nothing was there at point apart from the Frat in the distance and a guy lingering by the door. She didn’t pay it much interest, it would have been nice to look more into the humans living next door because she didn’t think they’d be as pathetic, exhausting and weak as other witches made them out to be but she knew better than to hope they’d come over here and she knew better than to go other there herself. So she stayed put and continued with her reading and hair fiddling.

Kellin had never quite understood the hatred between the two houses, they’d never done anything to each other, not ever. There was no history as such just a huge amount of distrust and avoidance of one another- friction. Kellin put it down to how humans always fear what they don’t know or understand and how witches are bitches- they judge and feel superior to all. She didn’t have any ideas for how it could be anything else, fear, misunderstanding, lack of attempts to build trust, rumours- she hadn’t the faintest idea, other than the basic aspects of their individual species’ behaviour- their natures. Kellin on the whole didn’t like most of her race, they all seemed to resemble each other too much and lack individuality which was something a quirky girl like Kellin treasured and admired. Though she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t like being one because her powers were a part of her she adored, it was all she had going for her in her own opinion and as far as she understood, life wouldn’t be the same and she wouldn’t be herself without them.

She was interrupted from her silent debate when she heard footsteps in the distance across the field. She noticed the boy walking closer, it had to be the boy that had been standing by the door because she’d never spotted anyone else being around but she couldn’t hold back her surprise when she saw there was actually someone there and approaching her location knowing fully well what she was- a witch bitch. She stared at the figure with a surprised but grinning expression, she might actually meet one of them without the prejudice of their species getting in the way or he’d be a human who thought he was a thug and she’d have to burn his backside. Once she was close enough to really make out their face, she climbed off her front and sat up cross legged, looking up with her brow slightly quirked not that she said anything. She wasn’t too sure what she could say considering the situation.

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As he walked he took in the surrounding scenery, he's never traveled to this part of the grounds before and for good reason. Obviously no one ever really comes out here, well, as far as he's known the place. Which admittingly hasn't been that long of a time. Still the houses do keep to themselves, most likely out of sheer uncertainty. Who knows what would happen if the guys back in the dorms would mess around with the witches from across the way. The mix could be catastrophic. Still it was just him and just her. It's not like the world would end if he appeared before her. Sure enough he would, after all he wasn't trying to sneak up on the witch. He isn't some kind of pervert or hunter or something bad. No, he wanted to see a witch, he wanted to speak with one, he wanted to know about one. His heart swirled with anticipation as he recalled his mother's stories about the Brujas.

As he got closer he could hear faint noises coming from her direction. Was she trying to cast a spell? That would be worthwhile to see, but then a new emotion came over him, caution. What if she would attack him? What if she is like the Brujas from his mother's stories? Would she cure him? Doom his soul for all eternity in Hell? Would she kill him and cook and eat his flesh? All rather horrid stories to be sure, but then again witches are usually depicted as ugly old hags. The girl from what he could see if far from it. Who knows what is true and what is false? It doesn't matter, if he is to do what he has taken upon himself to do, then he will meet her. Bravery is need right now.

He noticed that she noticed him. As he drew closer to her, she would notice he is well dressed, compared to someone wearing T-Shirts and jeans. His thick frame glasses and combed hair gives the boy a very bookish look to him. In fact the way he carried himself was with sense of intellect but also class. It may lead one to fear he is a snob but the look on his face was one of curiosity mixed with genuine interest. As he stood over her but not directly over her, he spoke. "Good morning." He said with a soft but clear voice. He noticed what looked like a magazine in her hand as he looked towards her, unflinching. "I apologize if I had interrupted your reading. It's just that I don't see anyone at all out here in the field, not once since I arrived at the Fraternity. So I found it rather strange and decided to check it out." He spoke with a small smile and with a politeness that is similar to a gentleman. He looked towards her again, something was definitely on his mind, but he failed to find the words to adequately speak for himself. He wanted to know if she was a witch, but didn't want to bluntly ask it. Yet he found it difficult to find a clever way of coercing an answer.

"So, my name is Vincent and what is yours, if I may ask?" He spoke. He figured he should introduce himself properly. Perhaps with small talk he can ease into ask her questions. After all, he would hate to insult a witch and end up suffering some horrible consequence. After all, she is the one with the magic.

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Kellin stood-up in order to be polite as she noticed a more formally dressed guy before her. He looked older than she was but imaging he was part of the fraternity she guessed they were probably similar ages but she would have been easily convinced otherwise judging by how much care was put into his appearance and how smartly dressed he was. It made her question her own attire of jeans and a tank over a long sleeved shirt but Kellin wasn’t one for self-consciousness so it didn’t bother as much as you’d expect it to a young woman. She bit her lip slightly as she looked at the person before her, concentrating it was kind of interesting to meet someone from outside the Mansion since they didn’t leave very often due to strict ground rules and as far as she knew, no one ever came here but apparently that was wrong.

”It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s just graphic novel,” She phrased it in a manner that didn’t quite do justice of how much she honoured her collection but she figured it wasn’t an occasion to boast about comic book collections or her devotion to fictional characters from graphic novels.

”Hi, I’m Kellin D’Amato,” She announced with a sense of her eccentric character and pride. Her name was a respected one within the Witch community but she was aware that’d mean nothing to him. Many of her ancestors had been Supremes of their generations and all her family were of strong capabilities but Kellin preferred not to brag about that too much anyway because she didn’t want people to think her strong blood and heritage was all there was to her.

Looking at Vincent, she was surprised he wasn’t scared due to a prejudice of her kind or wary in her company but she wouldn’t complained, she liked the fact his presence was friendly and not challenging or an attempt at intimidation. She’d become use to humans trying to press her into a corner and make her feel ashamed of what it was but she got a strong feeling that was not why this man had approached her, she could almost feel the curiosity blazing in his eyes and what was how she realised, he wasn’t here to bully her and that thought gave her enough trust and faith to not set something on fire instantaneously as an act of defence.

”It’s nice to meet you Vincent, how come you other here- if it’s not bold too ask. Most of you tend to avoid where the territory is more shared, I don’t mean to sound rude if I am sounding rude, I’m just slightly confused as to why you would. It’s really rare for anyone to come here, they all assume we’re going to slaughter them or beat them with a broomstick or something,” She rambled a little awkwardly after the nervous realisation that she could be coming across bold or rude and she sighed pinching the bridge of her nose and looking down slightly, blue hair temporarily hiding her entire face until she looked up again and brushed it back from her eyes. ”Sorry if I rambled, bad habit,” She admitted with an apologetic and embarrassed smile.

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Vincent made a light-hearted laugh as she apologized. He never thought a witch would apologize to him, it was all rather amusing. Still she was confused about him and he could see that. It seems witches are on the fence about visiting regular old people. He should explain himself anyway to alleviate her confusion. "Not it's not bold, it's perfectly fine. Uh, I guess I am just curious is all." He spoke with a chuckle. "I just saw an opportunity to actually meet one of the people that everyone seems to be talking about." He spoke feeling a little emboldened by the fact she was interested in his actions. "Well if it does make you feel better, I did worry about whether or not you would curse me the moment you saw me." He laughed as he spoke.

He then waved his hand dismissively, "Besides it's fine, I don't mind a little rambling." He then looked back towards her graphic novel as he looked at her once more. "Well, if you want to get back to your reading, I can leave if you like. I am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable about any of this." He spoke. He was a bit surprised that the witch was acting this way towards him. Of course perhaps it was his fault in assuming a witch's behavior would be any different from a normal schoolgirl.

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She laughed gently and gave a shy smile and nodding as he was talking. "Aha no, on the whole I'm clairvoyant something is ridiculously wrong if I'm cursing someone," She admitted grinning gently as she chuckled about the whole ordeal. "Plus, it's not that simple anyway we have to do little like...rituals I suppose, contrary to popular belief, I can't just click my fingers and turn you into a frog or something," She looked slightly amused by the thought of that and she sighed shaking her head a little. She found it quite entertaining how delusional and wrong mundane people were about witches. Her favourite was the appalling portrayal of Witches in fairy tales. She would often find herself defending to people about how not all witches have hooked noses, pointy shoes, warts and a broomstick. Most of them are quite attractive creatures thanks to the youthfulness of their hearts and in some cases, their magic.

She looked at him and instantly brushed off his apology and comments. "No, no don't apologise it's quite alright. It's nice to have company that is someone other than a witch bitch from time to time, no that there's any pressure on you to stick around and chat that is. The reading is unimportant anyway, I don't stop reading, it'd probably do me good to put the thing away," she admitted with a sheepish smile. Kellin was your stereotypically 'gamer' girl through and through, funky hair, cute character, a comic book fanatic and hard-core Nintendo gamer so she was used to being labelled and put down as a nerd, not that she particularly minded the label- but all of these aspects of her personality quite clearly shone through with the comic book in her hand and her natural aura of awkward. However, it was all of these things that made her everything other than your stereotypical witch, which is why she found the stereotypes so amusing. She was no different to any other average 19 year old girl in the world as far as personalities go, she's just got a bit of witch in her blood and a serving of magic in her life.

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He gave a chuckle over the pop cultural references to witches, especially the mention of turning people into frogs. He began to wonder if this girl ever spoke much to other people. She seems nice enough, but then again seems a little awkward. He began to wonder how long she has known that she was a witch. Was it something you just know deep down inside or do you just wind up discovering, perhaps by accident? Whatever the case she seems use to talking with other witches. Even catching that little witch bitch comment. Are other witches not so friendly? That seems silly to even think of that question. Not even a few minutes he ago he believed witches were not the friendly sort. It's just his meeting one for the first time, is kind of throwing his whole conception about them for a loop.

While it is nice to see things go not so stereotypically, he did begin to feel a twinge of worry. He started to fidget with his glasses a bit. Are witches really not all that special? Sure this blue haired girl is...interesting, to say the least, she so far seems like a normal girl. Maybe a bit eccentric with her hair color and style and her reading a graphic novel, but still not...he doesn't know. He guess he expected to see something wondrous, but he really shouldn't have expected to see magic right away. So far it seems the girl was happy to have someone to talk to, maybe she isn't very popular? Heh, popularity, it seems even witches find it important...are they really like us? He then laughed at her comment.

"It's good to meet someone who like to read as well. I myself love to read as well, in fact I usually carry a book on me." He spoke as he began to rummage around his coat pockets. A frown formed on his face as he looked back at her, "Well, I guess not right now but I normally do." He spoke with a laugh. "Besides I understand the feeling, if something is a particularly good read then I'm just as distracted."

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Lilith woke up, as usual, much later than the other witches. When she first arrived at the academy she used to get up at five every morning just so she could beat everyone else to the bathroom. She soon realized, however, that this was pointless. Everyone was always scrambling around as early as the break of dawn for the same reason. She padded to the bathroom and striped off her panties, jumping into the shower. The only issue she had run into with waking up at 8:00 was the cold showers. She spent only about half a min. in the shower shampooing, then got out and got dressed. She wore an ivory mini dress and her most ridiculous pair of pumps, because why not. Lilith's sense of style tended to be a bit... eclectic, to say the least. Her makeup was simple and took hardly any time at all. Lilith's naturally curly hair was always a disaster, however, so she just Brushed her hair through once with her favorite hair pick and hoped for the best.

She was surprised by how much time she had left. Rather than her normal, panicked dash to the kitchen, Lilith wandered over to the window. She glanced out at the field, and saw... Kellin... and a frat boy? Shaking her head, she walked away. "I guess that isn't all that surprising." She sighed, heading downstairs to meet up with the rest of the witches.

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"We find out as we grow up, normally through accidents," she didn't mean to blurt out the response to his thoughts but with her concilium being her strongest power, he's curious thoughts were practically screaming at her from the inside. "Sorry, that was probably really creepy but you know we obviously do the massive thing well my strongest tricks are pyrokinesis and concilium- I didn't deliberately pry into your head, I'm sorry," She'd clapped her petite pale hand over her red and embarrassed expression in shock of herself. "I'm sorry," she repeated biting her lip guiltily.

She sighed and turned her gaze down to her hands, watching her slim fingers curl the graphic novel up again until it was tight and narrow then she slipped into the belt-loop of her jeans and continued looking down feeling more than a little bit awkward but that was until she overheard the bitter thoughts of Lilith. Due to her blood line, Kellin's concilium was ridiculously strong and she could always tell when people were thinking about her- even if she didn't try. Her other main power was transmutation which she displayed when she suddenly disappeared, reappearing directly in front of Lilith. "Keep your thoughts to yourself honey, I was just saying a civil 'Hello' it's called manners. Don't be so judgemental," She smiled at her for a moment and then she teleported again and spawned right before Vincent's eyes, brushing off her shoulder like nothing had happened.

She thought about saying something but eventually decided against it. She just smiled casually looking at Vincent like she'd neve moved at all, calmly waiting on his response to her previous actions and running a hand through her hair as she brushed it back from her face leaving it accidentally slightly combed over but it naturally settled across her head in the manner she typically wore it more or less immediately

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He did not expect that, not one bit. It was absolutely amazing! She answered a question that was swimming around in his brain without him even asking it! He was quite dumbstruck, he never suspected a witch could read his thoughts! He wondered if they can do other things with the brain, like telepathy or even mind control. It was both an exciting and even frightful thought that he couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities. He nearly allowed the conversation to go silent as he snapped out of his daze. "Oh no, no! It's perfectly alright!" He spoke quickly placing his hands out in front as he waved to dismiss any bad impressions she thought she made. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't try and read my thoughts on purpose." He spoke with a smile. "To be quite honest I think that was just amazing, oh, I wonder if you can tell me my thoughts right now...um, what number am I thinking?" He asked as he thought the number 2,784. He was really quite excited to test her abilities.

Then, and this really blew his mind, where her next actions. Almost missing her with a blink, the girl before him was gone in an instance. Vincent was terribly confused by this. One moment she was there and the next gone. He wasn't quite sure what just happened, did she turn invisible or just disappeared? Was it something he said or is she trying to trick him, or what? Maybe shes showing off her powers? Maybe she read his thoughts and figured out he wanted a little demonstration. He just worried she wouldn't return. What if she went to report him...no, no that's silly she wouldn't do that...at least he thought she wouldn't. Just as his mind was ablaze she reappeared once more. Vince rubbed his eyes and even cleaned his glasses with his handkerchief just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

But there she was, back as if she never left. He was just beside himself, "What....how...uh?" He just didn't know what to say. That was just simply incredible! What else can witches do!? They can read minds, teleport, even heard the word pyrokinesis thrown out there. Is there anything they can't do!? A million thoughts and questions were abuzz in his mind, and he couldn't find words to articulate those thoughts and feelings. It was all just too cool. "....uh....wow....!" "Wow? Was that all I can really say? I'm acting like a total moron...a witch performs magic right in front of me and I'm acting like a kid that's watching a magician for the very first time!" He thought to himself. "I-I'm sorry...but, that was just incredible...I...eh, ah." He was just about speechless. He could feel excitement rising...finally he has seen a real life witch!

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"Sorry." Lilith whispered to herself, hoping Kellin would hear, "I didn't mean it like that..." Her cheeks were ablaze with embarrassment. She had tried so hard to get along with these witches, but it was never easy, what with the lack of privacy. She shrugged it off and took her seat. Lilith took out a pen and paper and unsure on what to draw, she began to chew on the tip of her pen. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling sick to her stomach. Lilith always got this way when she was around other witches, as if something bad was about to happen. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to focus on settling herself.

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





Kellin bite her tongue slightly smiling at him shyly and a blush had creeped across her cheeks because of it all as she held a slightly sheepish expression. "Sorry, there was another witch, I could hear her and it sounded kinda bitchy, on seconds thoughts though I don't think she meant to be offensive,". She ran her hand through her hair and sighed a little. "I'm really sorry, that must be quite startling but your number was 2,784. There is also a lot we can't do. An individual Witch only has 3 or 4 powers, unless she's the Supreme. Shit, I'm sorry it's just when people think they have almost like volumes I guess? And curiosity is just so freakin' loud," She rambled in a blind panic of guilt and embarrassment.

Her eyes suddenly widened and her already large eyes seem to expand with worry. "Please don't tell Cornelia!" she gasped worriedly. "Please, please don't report this I could get in so much trouble for showing myself to a mundane- no offence, that's just kinda what they make us call you but please don't tell anyone," She was talking so quickly it looked as though she might freak out but then suddenly she was silent and calm again thanks to a few deep breaths and a long exhale.

"Sorry, I'm an anxious person and sorry but I do need to know you aren't going to tell anyone about this," She mumbled running a hand through her hair. "I'll tell you whatever about witches and powers and shit but you just can't tell anyone else anything or anyone who told you, they could burn me Vincent," The nervous energy radiated off her even if she'd slowed her down her speech. She stared at the ground accusingly, nervous and suddenly slightly shy. She really didn't want to get in trouble for this and she couldn't stop thinking about getting in trouble. Cornelia was a fair person and wouldn't want to burn her but by the law of their kind, she'd have to. Even though our existence is more commonly known, we aren't supposed to draw attention to it for the sake of our own protection.

What have they done? If he told Cornelia.... Kellin cringed at the thought, there was no worse a fate for witches than the stake, the lapping of flames at their feet and petrol plastered to their skin. There isn't anything more degrading or painful, the witch will suffer endlessly after that in the black abyss of infinity- death. There's nothing for them after this, Kellin knew that due to the amount of people brought back through resurgence, they've all said the same thing and Kellin couldn't think of anyone worse. She quivered slightly and sighed pinching the inside of her own palm as she tried to get a hold of herself. He isn't going to tell anyone... She thought over and over again trying to reassure herself before anxiety took over.

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Alex had been the first one to wake up in the morning. She preferred sleeping in but getting up a this time let her jump into the shower first before everyone else started fighting for it and using up the hot water. She jumped in and out of the shower scrubbing herself down quickly. Then she grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around her body before going back to her room. Alex then dropped the towel onto the floor and got dressed. She ran a hand through her wet hair and then jumped onto her bed to pass time as she waited for the others to get up.

Alex plugged her headphones into her phone and listened to music for awhile. She closed her eyes and ended up falling asleep for a bit before she woke up and went downstairs to eat breakfast. She was either early or late because no one was there when she sat down to eat. Alex shrugged it off and finished her breakfast quickly and then wandered to the window to find Lilith. "What exactly are you looking at?"

She looked over Lilith's shoulder and out the window to find Kellin talking to a frat boy. Her face looked puzzled as she tried to process why he was here. Alex decided she'd just ask. "What is he doing here?"

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Despite his loss of articulation he did quite enjoy listen to her speak. She really can read minds and do the things she says. Here it was magic, real and throws everything science has taught him out the window. The impossible is possible, just how sobering a realization this is! Who knows what is true and what is false in this world? What everyone scientists, parents, teachers, and peers say this stuff is all imaginary, but look! It isn't. Just what else has everybody been wrong about besides magic and that all witches were evil hags. What did spark his attention was the comment about the Supreme. "Supreme? What is a Supreme? It sounds very important." He thought to himself. It did seem much point in think about questions or comments since she can read his mind. Apparently his thoughts carry some sort of volume to a witch, fascinating.

Her attitude seem to change however as she became very anxious. It seems her speaking to him about witch like things is against the rules. He was worried he was about to get her into trouble. The first witch he's ever spoken too and he got her in trouble. Yet not just any kind of trouble but BIG trouble. She mentioned being burn, "Burned? The part about burning witches is true then?" He spoke aloud, saving her the trouble of having to read his exact thoughts. He thought that part too was just make believe, kind of like silver is to a werewolf, just something to make the story more structured.

He could tell she was really worried. From her facial expressions and to the way she cringed, he could tell that she really feared the punishment she would be given. He didn't want to see her shake in fear nor did he want to see the witch burned. After all he may not meet another witch would be willing to show and tell. He looked at her dead in the eyes and with all the seriousness he could put into his face and words spoke, "No, of course not. I won't say a word to anyone, no matter how much they begged or threatened me...you can trust me on that." Unwavering his voice, he did his best to reassure her on that. Besides she could read his thoughts, it would be pointless to lie...he was sure she would know that he wanted her alive.

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





She nodded biting her thumb nail nervously. "Yeah, they do. It's like the death penalty for witches and there's nothing worse for one of us," She muttered and fear was projected in her eyes just at the thought of it and she cringed inwardly. She inhaled for a long time and just held it, her eyelids fluttering shut as she tried to calm her own mind and then she exhaled and ran her hand through her hair, then all the tension in her body relaxed and softened again. She opened her eyes widely again and looked at him smiling a small wary smile.

As his expression turned sincere, she found some calamity and relief in his words, she felt like he meant it too- she didn't need to read his mind to be assured he was being honest "Sorry, thank you so freakin' much though. It's just I know it's not exactly something one wants to keep secret but I'll get in so much trouble with Cornelia if they found out I was talking so freely about stuff but thanks," She seemed to have calmed right back down since she took in that breath and chilled. Kellin didn't mean to get so wound up but there was no witch in the world who wouldn't be scared of being taken to the stake- some witches would hide it better but none are fearless.

She bit her tongue slightly and then ran her pushed her hand through her locks again, it was a fidgeting habit of hers but it wasn't one of her worst habits- nail biting, that was the one she did that she hated the most but she didn't know how to stop herself from doing it. She looked at Vincent for a moment with a focused stare and she stopped pressing her teeth into her tongue and spoke again; "Can I ask you are a slightly peculiar question?" She asked in a quiet and cautious tone, like she wasn't sure how good an idea it was to ask. She looked at Vincent and thought it through, she didn't think he'd mind and she'd answered a lot of his questions even if he didn't exactly ask them but she couldn't shove away the thought in her mind that he might not exactly be capable of answering it or wouldn't know how to say it but she couldn't have been more delighted to be having such a casual and open conversation with a human, someone who thought she was something weird and different instead of her being frowned upon for being weird and the same back at home. It was nice to just be accepted. He hadn't freaked out over her disappearing or the accidental usage of her concilium gift.

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That was something interesting to know about witches. If they have death penalties then there must be laws they have to break in order to deserve such a punishment. They must have a unique culture all there own and a system of government all their own for that matter. Quite interesting indeed. Vince sort of felt like an anthropologist that is studying a whole different human society! It was exciting no doubt but he was glad that Kellin did calm down. It seemed his words of reassurance had been successful. He did take notice she's mentioned this Cordelia woman twice now. Come to think of it, that was the name of the woman from that news broadcast he watched back in Miami. She must be the headmaster or headmistress rather, at the academy. He wondered about kind of person she was like but he decided to limit his curiosity on that subject. Rather odd, he never thought he would ever have to watch his thoughts like his words around another person. It was quite humorous indeed.

He watched as she dropped some more nuances with her brushing her hair. In fact during the course of the conversation he had been analyzing the witch. Since he's spoken with her, she's brushed through her hair about five times now. She has looked down to the ground and even pinched herself a couple times. She may also be a biter, noticing she's bit her lip and now her thumb nail. From what he could gather she is shy, nervous, and surprised by his own actions. It seems the prejudices he's heard back at the Fraternity seem to be felt here at this academy. Witches may be quite defensive and are not likely to say much to him, he was lucky to find Kellin, who seems to genuinely want to connect but seems troubled by the apparent crime and punishment that may be handed down through witch society. She may also not be used to speaking with mundanes as she said it, perhaps they have stereotypical views of us as well. Maybe she isn't use to speaking to many people at all, she's probably used to derogatory comments based on her magical abilities. He can imagine what's like to be treated like a freak and she's probably not very popular among her own kind either.

Overall, she is most likely happy to have talked to him, but is still nervous over the tensions that must be over there heads. It could be a possibility that she finds him attractive...some girls do act nervously around guys they like or think is cute. He doesn't think much of himself in that regard but it could be possible. Going to an academy of witches it may be hard to find boys who would be willing to even talk to a witch let alone date one. All of this is mere speculation at this point but she seems like the shy and nervous type, but at the same time kind and quite willing to find at least some one to chat with. Maybe she is seeking friendship and maybe she worries that he may not be able to provide. After all, they shouldn't even mingle in the first place. Laws and discrimination seem to separate their two peoples. Vince isn't here to bridge some gap however, he could care less if other mundanes will take to witches. He could also care less if he was shunned for even doing this, he never really felt apart of them anyway.

He was lost in deep thought and nearly missed Kellin's question but he was paying enough attention to answer quickly. "Yeah sure, what do you want to know?" He asked.

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Lilith was startled by Alex's voice, and tensed. She had been drawing an eye and when she jumped she scribbled through it. She looked up at Alex, a bit surprised that the witch was talking to her, and smiled. She couldn't recall a time when Alex had even bothered to say hi.

"Hey. I don't really know who he is, some frat boy. Kellin has been talking to him, so he must not be too bad... but I just hope the supreme doesn't catch her." Lilith whispered, worried. She glanced over to the window and sighed. Kellin was still over there and it was almost 8:30. Lilith couldn't help but worry. Absently, Lilith chewed on her pen and tapped her foot. Lilith looked back to see that Alex was still there and grew ridiculously nervous. She quickly looked over Alex, then turned away, unsure how to speak to her. "So....." she said, grasping desperately for common ground, "You like cats?"

Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. -You like cats? Fucking brilliant, that is.- She had never been like this before, and felt utterly moronic. Wishing she could hide, Lilith turned back to drawing. -Why am I such a damn freak? 'Hey you're cute, mind if I just act like a total creep?'- her internal voice mocked her. "Anyway, they are buddies now." Lilith said to the paper, "He want's her to do magic tricks or something. I'm not sure, my clairvoyance is too weak."

//sorry I was away, there was a death in the family.

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





"It's going to sound really obscure and if you don't know how to answer it, that's completely okay because it's a weird question but what is it like to be human?" She asked gazing at him nervously through her jet black eye-lashes. She bit her thumb nail slightly after she'd finished spoken because she knew she was really putting him on the spot with the question- it was a weird one, she knew that.

God, why the fuck did I even ask? She asked herself as she nervously swayed on the balls of her feet, fiddling with anything she could reach- her hair, her finger nails, her gloves. She didn't look again either now, she kind of stared at the ground like it was about to swallow her up or attack her with a machete. She thought about voicing her apologies and empathetic thoughts but figured that would probably make the entire ordeal even more awkward and uncomfortable for them both. She wished she wouldn't so socially awkward though, that's why she got marginalised so much by the witches at school- she was one of the most powerful other than the supreme due to her blood-line and her commitment to practice, which is something witches superficially love, you'd think she'd be popular- power, wit, cute (in her own way) and intelligent but due to her strong flare of 'tom-boy' in her personality and her awkward, anti-social, girl-gamer character, she got pushed away from most. It didn't usually bother her but when she realised how much she lacked social skills and charisma it started to bother her because as far as she could see it, it was the lack of practice in communication.

All her life, she freaked people out. She dyed her hair when she was 10 and that was the first weird thing people noticed about her- her hair, that pushed them to, assume one thing, then the random, quirky outfits earned her another label and one by one all her individual quirks had made her a target for bullying (at some stages of her life) and neglect ever since she could remember. She figured that's why she cherished company and companionship so much- because she'd never known it much as she was growing up but she couldn't help wishing, she'd find it more places and that people were less judgemental so she'd be accepted within her own home.

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Vincent stood there and stared off to space as he contemplated her words. It was rather funny, really, here he is practically asking her the same question. Although he never stated it or even thought it, he began to feel a similar sentiment with Kellin. He was here wondering what it's like to be witch, and the witch wonders what it's like to be Human. He can't properly wrap his head around why she would even want to know what it's like to be a Human. He believes that being witch is much more interesting, more grander, than being a simple person. Still, he supposes he could relate to her wanting to know, even though there isn't much point to being Human.

"Well...how do I elaborate on this subject?" He began to hum in thought as he paced a bit. "There isn't much to being Human, I just sort of live it and doing that you don't spend much time questioning." Of course that wasn't very true to him, he did question being Human, but it was more along the lines of Human weakness rather than existing as one. It was a deep philosophical question and one that cannot be properly answered in a forward way. "Well some people believe that being Human is based on feelings such Love, Compassion, and Empathy. While others believe that being Human is based on our intellect alone over all other creatures on Earth. I do like the particular statement that to err is human. Which I do believe that Humans make nothing but mistakes. Yet, I do not believe however that we should learn to work and live with mistakes in our lives, but rather learn to overcome Human error. Of course none of this really answers your question....to be Human...is to...," He then drew out a long sigh, "...uh, hrm." He seemed to pause.

Vince stopped his pacing as he looked towards Kellin. She probably wants his own opinion on what his life is like regularly. He really didn't want to go into that. His answers would not be all that friendly or encouraging about Humanity in general. Not too mention all of the shit he has seen and gone though. He really doesn't want a trip down memory lane and besides it's too personal at this point to tell her anything. He just sighed again and spoke, "I'm sorry but I really can't answer that question at this time, perhaps I can in the future, if that is alright with you?" He asked.

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





She nodded guiltily and a regretful and sincere frowned over took her otherwise calm expression and she flushed slightly staring at the Earth beneath her almost like she could see through it to the dark depths of hell and the thought of the licking flames and ash made her cringe, despite knowing better than to believe in heaven or hell. She knew there was nothing a but a void of darkness- an endless abyss of infinite nothingness. She sighed and bit her lip, nodding at him slowly, not realising she hadn't spoken out loud until a good half a minute later.

"Yeah, of course it's fine. I'm ever so sorry, I knew it was a weird question and I was hesitant about asking, it's just because you're the first one I've met and spoken to long enough to even consider asking, all the others, run, attack or spit at me- you're kind don't exactly take nicely to us," She mumbled still refusing to look at him. "I am really sorry though," She repeated staring at her beaten-up knackered converse and twirling her toe against the dirt thoughtfully but all her thoughts could be summarised in one snappy cuss word- 'Shit!'

She didn't mean to be forward, rude, awkward, assertive, pressurising, inconsiderate or anything like that at all- none of those things were in her nature- other than awkward but it wasn't in her character to try and make other people feel awkward, she just always felt awkward herself. "I am sorry, it's just you know those things that always swirl around in your subconscious, so you dig and you examine and you ask yourself but I can't work out or even guess what it'd be like. I've never known anyone I could ask but I'm sorry if I've offended you or anything, please understand it wasn't my intention," She didn't clock on to the fact she would nervously rambling and repeating things she'd already said and it took her another long tense moments to breathe and bring herself back into focus. She held her breath, exhaled and then repeated a few times and then she stopped holding her eyes shut and finally, managed to look Vincent again. She summoned her confidence back up to the surface of her being and brushed her fringe out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. She thought about saying something else, maybe changing the subject to something less awkward and personal but what could she say? She wasn't a charismatic person and she was miles from being a conversationalist- she had no hope so she sucked her lip into her mouth anxiously, trying to formulate a sentence to break through the ice she'd accidentally crafted.

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He looked at her as her quirks became rampant. She was really disturbed about what she asked him and he could tell it was driving her nuts. It would have made him feel bad if it all wasn't so...different to what he expected. Witches really are like Humans. It seems she wants answers even though she isn't far from the truth herself. He wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation. Vince has never been the warm, nurturing type. He doesn't even know the first thing about being intimate or caring. He known to be cold and that's all he feels is the cold. The only time his life has felt any warmth was the exciting of learning about witches and now meeting one for the first time. It's just now he feels as awkward as the girl that stands before him.

He decided to raise his hand up in an attempt to calm the situation. "It's quite satisfactory, there is no need for the apologizes. I quite understand what it's like to want answers to something you don't quite understand. It's how I feel about you right now. I-," he was cut off from his phone vibrating in his pocket. "Well at least I didn't forget about my phone." He spoke to no one in particular. He checked it and just as he thought it was a warning about his classes beginning in about ten minutes. "Damn, it's 8:30!" He said underneath his breath. "I am very sorry Kellin, but my classes are about to begin in a few minutes. I've never been late...so it may look suspicious if I wasn't there." He did make a frown and felt bad about the missed opportunity. "I do apologize for leaving on this note, but just know that I am not offended." He spoke as he began to turn away. "Let's try and meet here again tomorrow morning alright? Goodbye for now, Kellin." He said as he then ran off back to the Frat House. He had hoped to learn more, but it seems that would have to wait.

He would much prefer to skip his classes, but he doesn't want arouse suspicion. After all, who knows what people would do if they learned he missed classes to speak with a witch. He cannot allow the obvious tension to explode and ruin his chances of what he hopes to gain. Not now, not when was lucky to happen upon a witch who would be so willing to share everything she knows.

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"She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls!"
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Khi was wandering down the hall when she noticed a gathering of girls by the window and she curiously joined them peering through the window pane, her mouth dropping into a deep perfect 'O' of shock. "Is that Kellin talking to a frat boy? She'll get herself in so much freakin' shit," She announced thoughtfully, flicking her hair out of her eyes with a watchful expression as she watched the boy turn and run off from Kellin back towards the fraternity mansion. Khi frowned slightly as she watched Kellin grab her bag off the floor and jog hastily back to campus. She came in through the doors and immediately walked past them and Khi turned to her with a devilish smirk planning to interrogate the other witch about what she thought she was playing at.

"Not that I blame her, from here he looks pretty cute. What do you guys think?" She asked turning her head to look at Lilith and Alexandria, her brow arched slightly as the quirky mess of a girl tried to recall what the rules were about socialising in between the campuses. Khi didn't even know if she knew the girls or not but she was one of those people who could quite confidently talk to everyone and anyone about anything. Standing in her hipster shorts with black fashion tights and a white tank tucked loosely into her shorts, she looked quite the Indie rocker she considered herself to be especially with dark wrist warmers on her thin arms and a heavy 'hippie' style necklace dangling beautifully from her thin neck.

As she looked at the two girls in her company, she acknowledged they were both pretty in different ways and seemed to be of quieter personalities than herself but that didn't bother her much, she could talk for all three of them if she had to.

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Lilith grinned at her, "The boy? If you're asking what I think about him, I think very little of him. He is mundane, both in race and stature. I have no interest in a simple frat boy." She clucked her tongue against her teeth and turned from the window to see a gorgeous girl standing there. "Oh, hey." Lilith said, waving softly.

"Could somebody tell me the time?" Lilith asked softly, "I seemed to have forgotten my watch."

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"You shall never break me!"


Wren didn't often leave the school's main building, unless she had something she needed that couldn't be delivered. But in this modern, digital age, most anything could be sent directly to one's doorstep for a minimal fee plus tip to the driver. But when it came to practicing her violin, sometimes the interior practice space just wasn't enough.

She counted herself among the few who showered exclusively in the early evening, taking her warm showers just before dinner and making her way to the kitchen with wet, towel-ruffled hair, so the morning shower rush often provided her a chance to ensure her violin was in tune and clean, strings well cared for as always. This morning, though, she sought to practice in the open air to the side of the school that did not border the fraternity. With her hair up in a messy bun, a neon green tee shirt, and blue jeans, she wasn't in the mood to be ogled by teenaged boys.

Carefully, she opened the violin case, resting the hardwood body against her shoulder beneath her chin, and began to play. She didn't have a piece in mind, but it was a mournful sound, a song of gentle sadness that she didn't feel herself until she began to play. Once she got into the music, though, she recognized what it was. A remembrance for her grandfather, who had passed on when she was merely four years of age. It was the anniversary of his passing, and she was unsure why or how she recalled it, when she'd forgotten for so many years...