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Liberty Rosello

"Every rose has her thorns."

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a character in “Covens, Cliques, and Hexes! Oh My!”, as played by LuckyNumber24

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Full Name: Liberty Bella Rosello
Nicknames: Most of my friends just call me Lib or Liberty.
Age: 18
Hometown: New York City
Ethnicity Mostly Italian and Estonian, but I do have some British in me.
Sexuality: Labels are such a pain in the ass. I like alittle of this and alittle of that. Diversity is good.

Coven: Do I look like I belong in Merlin? Puckie for life!
Years spent at Fae: I've spent four years here.
Specialty: You haven't heard? I cook up some of the strongest potions in Fae.
Abilities:
Plant Manipulation~ I can control plant-life in all forms and I can make them do some pretty crazy stuff. I can ensnare others with vines, shoot rose thorns as projectiles, but my favorite part of this ability allows me to turn plants into strange monsters that attack my enemies.

Poison Emission~ Like alot of plants, I'm a little poison. Don't get scared though. I'm usually not very potent. I've gotten pretty good at controlling it, but the angrier I get, the more potent my poison becomes. I'm also immune to a lot of toxins.

Potions~ I'm sooo fucking good at making potions. I have ones that heal small injuries, some that make people switch bodies, one that turns people into dolls, and another one that'll turn you into the opposite sex for an hour. I'm also really good at making poisons, but I got in trouble last time I made one of those. Stupid school saftey.

Fairy Helpers~ These guys are partially why I make such good potions. I have a small group of faries that fly around and do my bidding. They go out into Goodfellow's forest and collect whatever I need or they'll even sneak my potions into the drinks of others. The only thing is that they can get really angry if I order them to do too much and if they're bored...God help us all.

Summon Fae~ I'm able to call upon the Fae to fight for me, or to help me with specific task. Like the fairies, the Fae can get really angry if I ask too much of them. Another thing is that these guys come and go as they please. I learned this the hard way when I summoned Kerlina. This bitch has been popping up whenever she wants since I called her up. She claims that she's my great-great-great-great-great-great grandma or some shit like that. Pfft..Whatever.

As far as normal skills go, I'm an extremely good cook, not that anyone really trusts me enough to eat what I make. I'm also a very talented liar and I'm very good with knives. My dad also taught me how to pick pockets and locks. I'm also pretty athletic and I like to do parkour and acrobatics. I can also sing and dance, but people only see these skills at parties. Oh! And I like painting and drawing.

Familiar This beauty right here is Cleopatra, but I like to call her Mama Cleo. She's an anaconda, five meters in length and she was originally my dad's familiar. The thing is, my first familiar, Trixi, was killed in a tragic accident my first year at Fae. Some idiot let his frog get too close to me and then she was gone. It still makes me sad thinking about it. Mama's really protective of me and constantly tells me what to do, but she can't say no to me. She lets me do whatever I want, but then she chews my ear off if I ever make a wrong decision. She sorta feels like a mom, or a nanny. She also really likes scaring the other familiars. It's pretty easy to do when you're as big as her.

Personality: True to the ways of Puck, I am fun loving and I can't turn down a good party. There's few things more fun than slamming down some shots with your closest friends and dancing to some good music. I also love having casual sex. It's just fun, y'know? I usually choose a close few friends to have flings with and I usually don't sleep with someone the first time I meet them. Maaaybe I will the second time. I also have a flair for practical jokes...well that's what I consider them. Others say I go a bit too far, but I doubt it. I think it's hilarious when I slip a transformation potion into someone's drink when they're not looking! And the affects always wear off after an hour or two. I swear, people need to get a sense of humor.

Due to my party girl persona, alot of people tend to write me off as a typical stupid slut. That's the biggest mistake of their life. I'm actually quite intelligent and I happen to be a force to be reckoned with. I can become cold and business-like in an instant, which usually tends to freak people out. I'm not an enemy you want and I don't back down to anyone. I don't care who you are or how powerful you are, I demand to be respected. If you show me respect, I'll show you the same.

Likes:
~Parties
~Tea
~Making potions & cooking
~Singing
~Passionate people
~Plants
~Hooking up
~Fairies
~Having fun

Dislikes:
~People who don't know when to shut up
~People who think they're badasses
~When someone gets in my face
~Being stuck inside
~People who don't care about anything
~Fire

History: I was born to the New York mobster Marcelo Rosello and his lovely Estonian bride, Rahel. When I was a baby, my dad was rapidly climbing the ranks of the mob and there was almost no explaination to why he was gaining so much power so quickly. There were rumors that he had a secret hitman who killed off his competition. Others said he was simply smart and hard working. Some thought that he sold his soul to the Devil and blacked a horrible curse on all that opposed him. The last one, wasn't so off. My father was born a simple human before he sold his soul to Lilith, one of the four queens of Hell and one of the Devil's brides. He quickly became a master of the dark arts and his shadow hung over New York like a storm. My mother, however, was different. She was a Green Magician, but she preferred working in a kitchen to the forest. She taught me how to brew powerful potions, how to help plants grow, and how to talk to fairies, while my father taught me some other, more illegal skills.

He had me brew specific potions and poisons for him to use on his rivals, which my mother highly disapproved of. As I got older and spent more time with my dad, my powers seemed to get darker. My plants became more aggressive and I noticed that people often felt light headed around me. My fairies told me that there was a school that my parents should send me called Fae. I told my parents and the agreed to send me off.

Other: Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. The streaks in my hair are usually pink and green, but sometimes they change color on their own to reflect my mood.
Blow
Crazy Kids
Tea Party

So begins...

Liberty Rosello's Story

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"Fucking Ethan!" Liberty cursed as she slammed her room door and stormed down the hallways of Fae. Cleo quickly slithered by her side, trying to calm the girl. 'Don't get too angry. It's just liquor.' "He knows I've been saving that stuff for the next party!" The pink streaks in Lib's hair darkened to crimson, a sign of the Puckie's fury. 'Calm youself.' the anaconda said soothingly. Lib ignored her familiar and brought her fingers to her mouth, whistling loudly. Within seconds, fairies swarmed around the young girl and her familiar. Liberty put out her hand and the largest of the fairies landed on her palm. The fairy's slender form shimmered as large, beady eyes waited for an order. "Find Ethan." she said sternly, before adding, "and then you guys'll get a big bowl of creme for dinner." The fairy grinned, revealing rows or needle-like teeth.

The fairy took off, the rest of the swarm quickly following their leader. Liberty smirked as she kept walking down the hallway, Cleo struggling to keep up. 'You know, it's pretty hard to move quickly when you're 15 feet long and you have no legs.' Lib turned around, the red streaks in her hair fading back to pink and a twinge of guilt in her stomach. "Oh. Sorry Mama. Want me to carry you?" The snake's black eyes gleamed and her tougue flickered as she answered. 'No, I'm fine. Just slow down.' Lib nodded, acknowledging her familiar's wish and walking somewhat slower...until one of her fairies came back and told her that she found Ethan.

Then, Lib broke out into an all out sprint as she followed the fairy. Her pink streaks once again turned scarlett and she growled. An evil smile came to her face when she saw Ethan, among some of his other friends. The rest of her fairies swarmed around her and she pointed to Ethan. "Go get 'im!" she shouted and the fairies flew toward the Puckie, grabbing his hair and forcefully dragging him to Liberty's feet.

She grinned evilly at the boy. "Oh, hey there Ethan. You wouldn't happen to know what happened to my good liquor, would you?"

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Now this was interesting. Not a few moments after Ever dragged Alejandro off to the Medea coven's trial practice thingy, a swarm of tiny, bug-like people - fairies, obviously - showed up out of nowhere and grabbed Ethan by the hair. Right before the astonished (or amused) eyes of the entire courtyard, they dragged him over to a hot girl with red highlights in her blonde hair. Though currently wearing an evil grin that promised horrible punishment for some vague crime, she still looked pretty good. Ali followed Ethan, who seemed too stunned to struggle much, and was just in time to hear what the fuss was about. "Oh, hey there Ethan. You wouldn't happen to know what happened to my good liquor, would you?"

He considered stepping in, as Ethan was supposed to be his guide (not that he knew that yet, but still). Then again, if she was right then the guy did steal brews. Unless it was for a really funny prank or from someone who deserved it, that's not cool. For now, he decided to watch the proceedings. He'd intervene if things got too bad.

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"Oh, hello Liberty! Might I say that you are looking positively beautiful this morning. Did you do something new with your hair? It looks so... red," Ethan told his roommate with his most innocent smile and friendly tone. In truth, he was remembering how he had cracked open a bottle of her finest alcohol the day before. To be fair, it had been a good cause, but first, he'd feign ignorance. He held up his hands.

"Are you sure I would know? Maybe it was one of your fairy friends? Mischievious buggers aren't they-Y'Ow!" he cried, rubbing his thumb from where one of the said creatures had bitten them. He murmured a healing spell and groaned, "Okay, okay, you caught me, love. I may have had something to do with its disappearance, but it's not what you think."

"You see, you know how... volatile, Circe Coven can be. You see, there was a bit of a misunderstanding and it was best that I remove the memory of a particular incident from a few Circe witches and to do that, I needed the very best liquor on-campus to present to them mixed with a little forgetfulness draught. Lest assured, they drunk it and everything is sunshine and rainbows now. Er... I will repay you. I swear on my life!"

He gave her the cutest expression he could, one that would melt the heart of of an Ice Fae.

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A small smirk rested on Liberty's lips as she looked down at her roommate, giving a small laugh when one of her fairies bit him. The red streaks in her hair faded back to pink as Ethan confessed to stealing her liquor to get some Circe kids off his ass. Her eyes flickered with glee when he said, "Er... I will repay you. I swear on my life!" Lib felt something slithering up her leg and she looked down to see that Cleo finally caught up with her. "What do you say, Mama?" Lib asked the snake as she made her way up to the blonde girl's shoulders and wrapped loosely around her neck. "Should I forgive our dear Ethan?"

Cleo rolled her eyes...or she would have if she could. Her tougue flickered out as she looked down at Ethan. 'Sure, why not?' Liberty shrugged. "If you say so." The girl snapped and all her fairies pulled Ethan back to his feet before letting him go and flying away to cause mischief somewhere else. Lib stroked Cleo's body as she smiled at Ethan. "So, are you gonna watch the Medea vs. Merlin trial? That should be kinda cool." Out of the corner of her eye, Liberty noticed the dark haired boy that Ethan had been talking to before standing near them. "Who's he?" she asked Ethan, rather curious to see who this guy was. She looked at him, making full on eye-contact, before winking at him and a charming smile.

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A young latino strolled down the halls of Fae, humming to himself as he carried his bag of luggage to his new room in the Medea dorms. He had a dreamy smile on his face, somewhat oblivious to the world around him and wore a snug white v-neck that exposed his collarbone and red jeans that slightly clung to his legs. 'Hey Cupid! I'm flying!' he heard from above him. The boy looked up and seeing a large pale hare being carried in the air by a barn owl. He grinned and let out a laugh at the two animals. "Wow! Llorona, you can carry her?" 'It's a workout.' the owl replied and Cupid could practically hear a pleased smile in her voice. 'WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?' the hare demanded. 'I knew it, I'm getting chunky, aren't I? I really should lay off the grass.' Cupid rolled his eyes and he could hear Llorona chuckle. "Relax. We were joking, Helen." Cupid's familiar was way too sensitive when it came to her looks.

Cupid reached his room and opened the door, smiling as he saw his room. Honestly, it was a bit of a relief to be away from home. There were too many memories of his brother there. He threw his bag, which landed on his bed, quickly followed by Helen, who Llorona had decided to drop. 'What's the big idea?!' Helen yelled at the owl, who ignored her in return. Llorona landed on Cupid's shoulder. 'Let's go.' she told him. 'We should ask someone where we need to go.' Cupid gave a small nod to her, heading to the door. "Want to come, Helen?" he asked, his hand on the door knob. The hare sighed and that was all Cupid needed for an answer. "We'll be back in alittle." 'Toodles.'

He left his room and looked around for a fellow Medean. He saw a blonde boy in a suit and a smile came to his lips. Damn. He was cute. Cupid made his way towards his fellow student. "Hi." he greeted, his charmspeak beginning to work without his knowledge. "Umm...my name's Cupid and I just got here. You wouldn't happen to be in Medea would you? And if you are, do you know where we're supposed to be right now?" Llorona's talons slightly dug into his shoulders, to warn him that he was using his charmspeak. Cupid slightly winced, but kept his composure. He would have to learn how to keep his abilities under control. He kept smiling though, perhaps a bit lustfully, at his fellow student.

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Ali saw his opportunity and stepped forward with a lopsided smile. Personally, he was amazed she had bought the 'I stole your booze to make an amnesia potion' story - he could've fertilized an entire garden with that much bull. Then again, he knew about as much about potion-making as he did about high-energy particle physics, so maybe it could work. Who knew? Well, Ethan did, apparently. Regardless, he spoke up. "He would be Ali, the new kid in Puck coven. He just showed up today, and so far it's been a hell of a ride. You'll love him - he's smart, funny, talented and modest, too." He grinned the grin of one sharing an inside joke and laughed just a little bit.

"And unless Ethan's somehow confused you for his other beautiful roommate, I'm guessing that makes you Liberty?" Maybe the magic weirdness here was already getting to him, but the snake wrapped around her neck oddly served to make Liberty seem even more attractive. Was this why women wore those weird, furry things and called them boas? Wasn't nearly the same effect. "But I'm afraid I don't know your charming companion," he added, looking directly at the snake. "Seems you have the advantage of me."

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Ethan Holler

"My dear, Liberty, you are the very model of generosity. I shall be sure to repay you," Ethan told his roommate, giving her a wink and a not-so-innocent smile before grinning as she and the new guy flirted with each other. Everybody loved her. Still, their flirting bugged him for some reason. He didn't know why. Shaking his head, he conjured another goblet of wine.

"I would love to see the Medeans and Merlinites play with each other. In the meantime, you can enjoy my own specially conjured wine. It may not be as good as what I took, but it is a blast. And, afterwards, you are cordially invited to my celebration of the new school year. There will be cute guys, girls, whatever catches your fancy, and, of course, me," he told her with a grin.

Joey, for his part, chittered over at Mama Boa, "Took you long enough to get here."

He then offered her a mushroom.

Karol Angelo

"The Medea Coven is unpredictable. They have no set modus operandi and they thrive on that. However, they are not without their weaknesses and I am certain you know most of them well enough. Still, you need to maintain a perfect defense against their attacks and, when you see the weakness in their armor, attack with precision. I know you are talented and learned. Here, you may show it," Karol told his class.

He frowned slightly, however. Where was Aedan and Atreyu?

Aedan McKlellan

Aedan knocked on Atreyu's door, "Yo, are you decent man? I hope that you are not oversleeping. It is such a drag when Karol is mad at you. He doesn't let you get away with anything."

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Liberty gave a wide grin to the two dark-haired boys in front of her. They were both especially cute and she had a feeling she could get into alot of trouble with them. She loved that feeling. Ali was a joker, Lib could tell off as he introduced himself in third person. The only people that did that were either class clowns or douche bags. So far, it seemed like the former was more accurate. Liberty smiled as he flattered both her and Cleo. The anaconda loosened up around her charge's neck and stretched out her body to get a closer look at the boy. 'I like this one.' she said, simply as she looked him up and down. 'You have my permission to sleep with him.'

Liberty laughed at her familiar. "Yeah, like I wasn't if you didn't give me permission." The witch switched her attention back to Ali. "It's nice to meet you Ali. Hopefully we can become good friends." She winked at him, before laughing and turning to Ethan, who had offered her a conjured goblet of wine and an invitation to his start-of-the-year party. She playfully grabbed his wine and took a long sip of it. "Hmm...A party?" she said, faking that she had to think about it. Apparently, she couldn't hold the joke very long, as she broke out laughing. "Hell yeah! And it doesn't matter how many cute guys or girls are there, as long as I have you-" she said, placing a hand on Ethan's chest. "And our new friend Ali." Liberty winked at Ali and grinned. Yup, she would have loads of fun with these two.

Cleo flicked her toungue out at Joey. 'It takes a while to get around when you're my size. But then again, you wouldn't know that, would you? You're so small, you'd barley count as an appetizer if I ate you.' Liberty heard the anaconda mentally chuckle at her comment, as if it was the funniest thing she ever said.

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Ali could not honestly claim he was adept at reading the expressions of serpents, partly due to lack of experience at the art and partly because he wasn't convinced they had expressions. But Liberty's reaction to whatever her snake friend just said told him he'd earned a stamp of approval for... something. Probably what he was thinking of anyway. End result: The snake seemed to like him. And when a girl's friends like you, she's predisposed to the same. Though judging by her own reaction to him, he didn't need the help.

As for Liberty, initial impression was that she was a party girl, even before she responded to the invite. At the very least she knew how to play the game, and Ali liked that in a girl. She was flirting with both him and Ethan (fair enough - they were both flirting with her) and something about the 'good friends' remark made him think she had the same ideas he did. Or that she was leading him along so he'd do stuff for her, some girls did that. But he didn't think Liberty was one of those. Out loud he responded smoothely "Nothing would make me happier," adding a little bow and a grin for effect. He liked to throw in some expressive gestures when he spoke.

At that point Ethan brought up the party, which only made Ali grin wider, especially at Liberty's enthusiastic agreement. Yep, definitely a party girl. He had the feeling he and Liberty would be good friends after all. Benefits, probable. "Then it's a date!" He declared happily. "Of course, I'd be happy to accept another excuse to hang out before then. I have just the thing, too. Like I said, I'm new here, and Ethan was just about to show me around-" He paused and turned briefly to Ethan. "That reminds me, MacLain said you were supposed to show me around. Just FYI." He grinned before returning his attention to Liberty. "And as they say, the more, the merrier, right? The tour would be that much more fun if the two of you were to tag along." He nodded to Liberty's serpent familiar, whose name he still hadn't gotten. He'd remedy that soon enough. Either way, including her could only endear him to them both. Probably.

"So what do you say?" He asked with a charming smile that showed off his well-kept teeth. "May we have the pleasure of your company?"

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Liberty ran her fingers through her blonde hair as she listened to Ali. She slightly wet her lips as he invited her and Cleo to come on his tour of the school. Cleo turned her body to make eye contact with her owner. "What do you think Cleo? Should we go?" 'Whatever you want to do.' the snake shifted her body and began to slither back to the ground. "Awesome." the girl said. "We'll come with you."

Liberty stepped over her familiar and linked arms with Ali, smiling mischievously at the dark haired boy. Her crystal blue eyes started into his brown ones intently. "So Ali, tell us alittle bit about yourself."

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Cupid's brow was knit and his hazel eyes were filled with concern as he watched the blonde boy in front of him stare blankly back for a couple of minutes. For a moment, he was worried that his charmspeak had put the boy in some sort of trance. Honesty, Cupid was always scared that his magick would leave someone in a strange, coma-like trance and they'd never be able to come out of it. He sighed with relief when DeAngelo had uttered a word, giving Cupid a sign that he was just taking some time to respond. Maybe the other boy had never experienced charmspeak before and he was just trying to figure out what he was feeling. The latino smiled slightly when he noticed the other boy was blushing. That caught his interest.

As DeAngelo spoke and explained that the Medeans were training for some type of trial, it became extremely obvious that English was his first language. His voice was thick with an Italian accent, which Cupid found extremely sexy. The blonde then smiled timidly, before taking Cupid's hand in a soft manner and kissing his hand. The latin boy struggled to control both his power and the crimson blush spreading across his cheeks. Cupid's very touch could lead to someone becoming infactuated with him and this man hadn't given him much time to react and control his magick.

Cupid played with the earring in his ear with his free hand and his blush deepened when the other male looked up at him with those deep blue orbs. "Ummm..." Cupid struggled to form his name in his mouth. 'Just tell him your name.' Llorona said, in an extremely annoyed tone. "I'm Cupid Trementina." he managed to say, smiling politely. "And this is Llorona." Llorona stared at the Italian intently, before drops of blood came from the corner of her eyes, slowly running down the white feathers of her face. "We just came here from the Hands of the Gods in San Diego."

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"So Ali, tell us alittle bit about yourself."

Ali grinned at the offer to do one of his favorite things: Talk about himself. "You have just opened a floodgate," he said mildly before diving in. His arm hooked against Liberty's and he gestured politely with the other to Ethan, indicating he should lead the way. He was the designated tour guide. Then he looked up into the air and began to talk.

"Now what is there to say? Ah, who am I kidding? Lots to say! But where to begin? Hm... I'm from New Jersey. Specifically, Jersey City. My parents are in business. Small-time stuff, but it keeps a roof over our heads. I know, I know, humble origins for one such as myself, but great men have risen from less. As a young boy, I always knew I was gifted, but I never imagined how right I was. At the time I thought it was just the usual gifts - intelligent, athletic, perceptive, roguishly handsome, you know - so I was, of course, humble about my great achievements. I carry that proud tradition to this day..."

This was a dance he'd done before, many times. He wasn't just being narcissistic - anyone could do that. He was intentionally overinflating his head, acting as insanely egotistical as he could. He was driving it to the point where rappers wearing more gold than Fort Knox would decry it as overkill, where rich, French guys would say 'Non! Iz too far!" Where whales would make 'yo ego so fat' jokes- You get the idea. The point is that the more he talked, the more it became clear: He wasn't just being narcissistic, he was parodying narcissism mercilessly. It was a unique brand of humor that nearly always endeared him to those he met.

"...But enough about me," he said at last, at around the point where people usually began to wonder if he needed to breathe at all or if the hot air in his head simply provided a limitless supply of oxygen. "I have to leave something for people to read about in my autobiography." Then he switched gears so fast you could get whiplash watching it. "How about you, Liberty? It seems I hardly know anything about you yet, save for your obvious good looks - you didn't even tell me your friend's name." He gestured to the serpent still slowly following them around.

"Go on. Tell the new kid a bit about yourself." He added a charming smile (one he'd perfected over the course of the last six years) and mercifully dropped the ego act. It was always funny in moderation, but he knew better than to act like that all the time. Even the funniest jokes got old if you kept telling them. Now he was just another (handsome, funny, etc.) new guy.

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"Alright. It's always fun to watch Liberty train a new boytoy," Ethan stated lightly as he chose a random direction and started walking, intentionally not allowing himself to look over at the two. This was shaping put to be a really down day, it seemed. Quite honestly, it wasn't like him to allow anything to get him down, but with the combination of his crush getting together with Atreyu and his roommate eying another guy like he was a new piece of candy, Ethan was forced to face the reality that he was painfully single without so much of a fling to boast about lately. Really, it could drive someone into high risk behavior. Speaking of rich, he waved his hand and his goblet was overflowing with wine once again.

"I think this is my favorite part of the school," he announced as they, appropriately, found themselves before a series of greenhouses containing numerous plants and fungi, both mundane and magical. He took out a metallic pick and and rather unconventionally, unlocked one that contained a series of berries and fruits. The air was heady with sweet smells of ripening fruit. He grinned happily.

"This particular greenhouse was dedicated to Dionysus. Or Bacchus. I don't remember what form he was wearing when I heard he appeared here. Rumor is that he tried to entice a few girls to become Maenads, those crazy female followers of his. Pissed Karol and Sasha off." he laughed.

Aedan McKlellan

"Dude, if I knew you could skip training to spend time with your girlfriend, I wouldn't be going at all," Aedan told him with a grin before shrugging it off. He laughed, "Well, I don't know what Professor Angelo is going to do. You'll probably be called into his office."

Nonetheless, he didn't look too bothered. If Atreyu really did train with other teachers, then their professor would give them some slack. If not, then he wasn't too bothered if Atreyu got his ass kicked in the Trials or got a detention.

Karol Angelo

The Merlin Professor nodded in approval at the shields and barriers students projected as well as their healing spells. He spoke, "Right. Now I would ask you to practice your offensive and support spells."

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Lib listened intently to Ali as he spoke, looking up at the new kid as he spoke and chuckling lightly at his sham narcissism. She held onto his arm as they followed Ethan, slyly feeling it to identify the amount of muscle the dark haired boy possessed. She must have been happy with what she felt, because a smile spread across her face.

"Well," Lib started after Ali asked to know alittle bit more about her. "I was born in New York. My mom's a housewife, my dad's a mobster. This beauty-" she gestured to the anaconda slithering next to her. "Is Cleopatra, but you can just call her Mama or Cleo." Liberty's lips pursed as she thought about what to tell Ali next. "Umm....I'm like, really good with potions by the way. And plants. My hobbies include drinking and hooking up with cute guys or girls. I also do parkour, which is loads of fun." She smiled up at Ali, taking one of her hands from his arm to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

"I think this is my favorite part of the school," Lib let go of Ali's arm as Ethan unlcoked the greenhouse. "I love this place!" Lib exclaimed, running to the plants and running her hands over their green leaves. They seemed to grow bigger as she paid them more attention. Lib stood upright and stretch, slightly moaning as she took in the scents of the berries and fruits in the greenhouse. She listened to Ethan talk about who the house was dedicated to and snorted. "Yeah, I heard that too. Some Fae told me about the Maenads. Those bitches are insane." She laughed heartily, her pink highlights seemingly becoming brighter and more vibrant.

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'This one seems a bit off.' Llorona narrowed her eyes at the blonde male in front of Cupid, studying him. Cupid cast an annoyed side-glance at the owl, but ignored her and continued to listen to DeAngelo. The Italian was very handsome, yet he seemed somewhat shy and reserved, which only intrigued the latino further. Llorona did have a point, though. There was something different about DeAngelo, but where Llorona saw potential danger, Cupid saw mystery and the potential for romance. But then again, maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

He slightly tensed when he saw Brutus. The sight of the snake's slick, black body was enough to send chills up Cupid's spine, but he managed to smile through it. After living with other magick users for so many years, he had gotten relatively used to dangerous and scary familiars. His own sister had a lioness named Nefertiti who liked to cuddle with him after dinner. "It's nice to meet you guys too." He smiled politely, but it was quickly replaced by a wince of pain as Llorona slightly dug her talons into his shoulder. He glared at her, but her attention was on Brutus. The barn owl stared at the snake as if she heard something she didn't like, several more drops of blood streaming down from her eyes. 'Be careful Cupid.' she said simply.

He raised his eyebrow, but Cupid turned his attention back to DeAngelo who had asked if he wanted to explore the school alittle. "Yeah!" he exclaimed with glee. "That sounds like lots of fun." It wasn't like Cupid had anything else to do. "And maybe we could watch a bit of that trial later. Get to see the other kids in Medea, y'know?" Cupid gave the other boy a cute smile and brought his hand up to his mouth, slightly biting down on the metal ring around his wedding finger. Whenever Cupid liked someone, he would play with his magick ring, Paris. It was a strange habit he had picked up a while ago. He took the ring out of his mouth and rubbed it's heart shaped jewel.

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Ali grinned widely. So Lib liked to run and climb too? No way! Also, hooking up. They really did have a lot in common... As good a basis for friendship as any. Just as he was about to reccommend they climb together sometime and ask what was good around here, Ethan showed them the greenhouse, which instantly stole Liberty's attention. Now that was an odd feeling - losing her attention to a bunch of plants. He managed not to show how embarrassing that felt. Instead he looked around a bit, silent on the matter of the greenhouse. Not that it wasn't impressive, but he was never really into plants.

"Think I heard of Maenads," Ali remarked. "Dactylos - my familiar, we don't hang out much - tells a bunch of old, Greek stories." He tried to think back, but then listening to Dactylos was how he had learned to sleep with his eyes open. Instead, to pass the tests, he'd cheated and bought a bunch of Rick Riordan books. Come to think of it, he vaguely remembered maenads in one of them. "They take 'crazy party' pretty far." He shook his head. "Groupies, right?"

He reached up and picked one of the apples that looked nice and red. "These are free, right?" He asked before taking a bite anyway. What, like Dionysus was going to come and tell him off for it?

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"Yeah. Smokin' hot, though. And I hear they do things that only the insane would think of," Ethan told Liberty and Alistair with a grin as he bent down to examine the plants beside Liberty and murmured a few spells, awakening them as they grew livelier and larger in tandem with her and his powers. He smiled slightly. Liberty was smokin' hot herself. He flushed lightly, almost imperceptibly. Would she like him that way, though? They had been friends forever. Shaking his head, he continued.

"I'm guessing you guys have read the Percy Jackson books? Annabeth sounds hot. So does Clarisse in the "lay down and let me have my way with you" kind of way," Ethan stated with a grin. He held out his goblet and a bunch of berries fell into it as he used his powers to crush them into a sweet berry wine. He spoke a quick thanksgiving to Dionysus.

"Dionysus, god of wine and good times. Thanks for this gift," he murmured before his eyes widened as Alistair took a bit. He gulped, "Uh... Alistair. Dionysus likes to be thanked and he's sort of... temperamental in his old age."

Clouds seemed to darken the greenhouse and he sighed.

"Not good..."

Aedan McKlellan

Aedan returned to class with a placating grin on his face. Karol eyed his suspiciously. The professor asked, "Where is Atreyu, Aedan?"

"Oh, just having a good time with his girlfriend. Don't worry, he had a training session with a couple of his teachers," Aedan announced, causing both Karol and several of Atreyu's admirers to grimace. Karol sighed, pinching his nose.

"I will have to talk to him. I'm surprised you didn't run off with Ever," he stated.

"With Kwan watching her class like a hawk? I value my life, good sir," Aedan told him and Karol looked thoughtful. Kwan commanded more fear and respect than he did. That simply would not do.

"Alright, allow me to demonstrate how it is to take away an opponent's magic temporarily..."

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Ali glanced up at the roof of the greenhouse, searching for the cause of the sudden dimness. Utterly contrary to the previous assurances of the wind spirits who told him the weather every day in advance, a group of clouds that he was fairly certain hadn't been there a while ago were moving to cover up the sun. He frowned. Maybe it was his particular storm thing, but those clouds didn't seem right. And they definitely didn't seem friendly. He glanced down at his free hand, then up at the sky. Back to his hand. The sky. Hand. Sky. "Don't look at me," he said, swallowing his mouthful of apple. "I ain't doin' it."

At that point Ethan said something about Dionysus - Ali wasn't sure what, he was only half listening - and something clicked. This greenhouse was devoted to Dionysus. This was essentially his stuff. And Ali was, in an odd sort of way, barging in and eating his food. Which might be considered not cool. Okay, he thought, no problem. Divine lightning can't hurt me- Wait. That's Zeus' thing. Dionysus will probably strangle me with a grapevine. New plan: If the gods are anything like Dactylos - and he says he's their envoy, so I'll call that a good bet - they love having their egos stroked, and the more dramatic, the better. Time to put that improv acting gift to work.

Thinking quickly, Ali threw himself on his knees, spread his arms out wide and called to the heavens, "Dionysus! God of the Vine and Lord of Revelry!" Abuse of grammar, maybe, but it made the titles sound more dramatic if he pronounced them with capital letters. "This young one beseeches and humbly thanks you for the bounty of your house!" Hm, one more line. It didn't quite feel complete. "We know that all that is taken from here is enjoyed only at your leisure." There. Overdramatic was good, but there was still such a thing as too much. This should be just right. Still, he waited on his knees for the clouds to clear up before calling it, just in case...

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“Not just a girl Angel. The girl, babe.” Cheveyo pointed out as he descended the steps. He was still debating internally on whether they would take one of his vehicles or just ride into town on a horse. A horse would be romantic. How many guys could say they escorted their girlfriend on their first date via horseback? He thought that horseback would do. He turned his head some as Heath screeched at Amarina. That is not necessarily true. You're also...eh. Okay. Maybe. The Native American rolled his eyes. “Don't be a douche, Heath. Its really not cute.” Pfft. Says you. Heath regarded him with his infamous narrowed glare. “Narrow your eyes at me again and we won't watch The Brothers Grimm tonight.” He warned. Will Kumberlin be there...? Heath glanced around. “Yes. The girlfriend you'll never be able to reproduce with will be there.” He snickered, avoiding being pecked by the bird.


“Are you sure you will be able to compete? I mean, when Medea wins, I want the satisfaction of beating my boyfriend too.” Cheveyo made a light snorting sound. “Me, unable to compete? Like that would ever happen. Only once. And that was because Johnathon broke my legs five minutes prior.” During his second year at Fae, he had been unable to compete in the end of the year trials in the finals against Circe because a young man named Jonathan Waters had broken his legs in an attempt to knock out the competition, having felt threatened by him when facing him in the beginning of the year trials.

Jonathan also had a personal grudge against Cheveyo because Chevy was friends with Divinia at the time. Close friends. And before the Sicilian had come along, Jonathan was the big man on campus. “Don't worry, I promise that I'll be the one to beat you. And after I do, I'll take care of you. Bandage you up, put some ice on your sore muscles, and then we can watch movies. Sound good?” He grinned down at her.

Heath had flown away as soon as Kumberlin came into view and Cheveyo shook his head. When Amarina asked that she be put down, he blushed sheepisly. “Pssh. I was getting tired of carrying you anyways. You're heavier than usual. I think its because your butt's getting bigger. Not that I'm complaining.” He snickered just as Heath returned, taking perch on his head. He set his girlfriend down gently and instead grabbed her hand, interlacing his fingers with her own. “We. Are going to go by horseback. Because statistics show that girls like that kind of stuff and horses are totally romantic.” He nodded knowledgeably as though everything he said was truth.

Heath again rolled his eyes as they worked their way out of the Merlin Territory that was to the north. Their walk took them over the bridge that connected the main building to the student area. In the main building was all of the classrooms that also doubled as offices for the Professors. He chatted idly with Amarina about Game of Thrones and True Blood – His love of True Blood was something that he had used in the past to pick up hookups. It never failed. Though at the moment, he was being truly enthusiastic about it. Cheveyo couldn't remember a time when he had been so happy or had smiled so much, which made him smile wider absentmindedly while he talked, not really paying attention to anything else outside of his little world.






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“Darling – You are and always will be my number one love. Not even Romeo can surpass you.” She purred as they went towards the west side of the school. She smiled, holding Pippa as close as she possibly could while walking comfortably. Hecate had slid off of her body and was traveling behind her, moving rather quickly for a snake her size and weight. Divinia sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. There were times where she debated on whether she should just forget about Cheveyo and Amarina – She knew that the attention she paid them, even though it was a grudge, irritated Romeo and Pippa. She did agree that the time and energy spent hating them would be better placed in spending time with her loves.

“You'll see.” She finally announced as they came upon her dorm room. She didn't share her room with anyone. She loved her Covenmates, but she was waiting for Pippa to be transferred that way she could share a room with her girlfriend. Her room itself was extremely extravagant – It was bigger inside than most dorms because of use of magick. It was like those tents in Harry Potter. That's where she derived the idea from in the first place. Everything in her room was custom European design, whether it was clothes, shoes, jewelry, or bedroom items. Her room was graced in red and accented in gold. The fabrics were all mixtures of silk, Egyptian cotton, satin, and velvet. There were gems such as diamonds and emeralds lying about on her boudoir.

Her jewelry was all perfectly set up in a number of jewelry boxes about the room and her ceiling, while sporting a chandelier, was covered in photographs of herself, Pippa, her mother, her father, her brothers, her fellow mafiosos back home, Antonio, Xavier, Eileen, Romeo, Sasha, Lamia, Ever, and everyone else whom she dared to announce her closeness to. There was a photo of Kwan in a far corner of the room that was riddled with bullet holes – Kwan was her least favorite teacher.

In all the years that Divinia had known Pippa and been with her, she had gifted her often with jewelry, money, stuffed animals, furniture, and priceless works of art. Divinia traveled over to her nightstand and plopped onto her bed – It was large, round, covered in plush pillows, duvets, and silk blankets with a canopy that could be drawn shut. “This is something that means very much to me.” She murmured as she snapped her fingers, a rather medieval key appearing between them. She unlocked the top drawer and reached in tentatively with a light smile. She pulled her hand out, showing a small ring box that was just as lavish as her bedroom. It was light blue in color, like her eyes; almost clear.

She marveled at for a second before standing up and moving towards Pippa. “There's a tradition in my family. When you love someone, you will show that love by killing an enemy of theirs and then presenting your love with a prize from your kill. I do hope you remember Mister Alexander Gianni.” Alex was someone that was once well-known around the school. Divinia never liked him simply because the boy thought himself better than her and would harass Pippa.

He was training to be an assistant at the academy, but he never made it back this particular year. Unfortunately for him, the Gianni family was never liked by either side of her family. Him harassing her love was just the reason that she needed to start a blood feud. Though, it was safe to say he and every member of his immediate family was murdered over the summer vacation along with a few others. Divinia had taken advantage of that opportunity to kill him and his immediate family members herself at a meeting of families. Word had spread that she wasn't going to return and the Gianni family had dared to move in on her turf. Even killed quite a many of her cousins.

She let all of the families in Europe and beyond know that just because she wasn't home didn't mean that her reign was to be questioned. She could manage business from afar and those who dared to think otherwise would be dealt with accordingly. She enjoyed watching Alexander and his family die slowly from starvation. It didn't take too long after Romeo bound their powers for her. She had taken everything that belonged to his family. She left the remaining members only one piece of land. She didn't care. They couldn't pin the murders on her or any of her family members or those that followed them. What were they going to say? That the Pagliarellis had given them ebola? That the San Lorenzos had given them heart attacks, small pox, and AIDS? That the Dorianos had crashed their planes and their cars? That the Guarinis had set wild animals upon them? No. They couldn't pin anything on them.

She smiled as she opened up the ring box and presented Pippa with a beautiful dragon ring. The dragon was made of gold, curling its body around a large sapphire. The inside of the sapphire held what looked like a small sun twisting and turning, the lights changing, cycling through the colors of the visible spectrum. It was the ring that Alexander always wore. He claimed that it was his most prized possession, passed down from generation to generation. “I thought that you might like this.”






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“Is that...normal?” He pointed to the blood trickling from Llorana's eyes, a bit put off by it. It didn't frighten him, nor creep him out. It was just something that was odd to him. He had begun walking already. He had strapped his violin case to the Gucci bag he had slung over his shoulder so that he could shove his hands into his pockets. He started to hum softly, glancing up at the archways of the corridor. The place was rather impressive in build. He began to think again, wondering how the place came to be and if it had always been here. Was it built by means of physical labor? Or did, perhaps, the Professors build it together by means of putting their magick together? His sister told him that one of them was the incarnation of Mother Nature. Or rather she actually was Mother Nature. Maybe she had built it using her powers. He assumed that it wasn't something that would have strained her. She created and stopped weather all over the world daily. Went all the way across the globe and returned in a matter of a few minutes. Surely something as simple as rising forth an impressive building wouldn't be too much for her? It seemed logical in his head that Professor Romanova had constructed the place. “I should ask.” He mused, speaking his thoughts aloud.

He then blinked, as if just now realizing that Cupid was walking with him. The silence was awkward and he didn't want to have Cupid thinking that he was weird. Or distant. He offered a smile. “I'm in the Mafia.” Wow. What a conversation starter. Brutus snorted. DeAngelo blinked and frowned, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. That was exactly why he always thought so hard before saying things. He would say something stupid if he didn't. Yes, DeAngelo. Start off the conversation by saying that you're in the Mafia. Did you forget about the summer's war? The accusations placed upon your place all over the news? Your background already? You have a history! Now you can only pray that he either doesn't watch the news so much or that he doesn't care. He scolded himself mentally, wanting to facepalm. He quickly tried to make up for his blunder. “I'm not a killer. Well, I've killed people. But for good reason. Well, maybe not what is considered morally good. But. Its a family thing.” Bravo, jackass. Brutus deadpanned, slithering down from the boy's body and to the door they had stopped in front of.

“Sorry. I. You. This.” DeAngelo continued to blunder, his face growing red. “I'm not usually this stupid. You just make me nervous. Not in an uncomfortable or bad way. In a good way. Not that I'm hitting on you. Or I could be. If you like guys. But I'm not saying you're gay.” Blunder after blunder after blunder. DeAngelo growled to himself and fished his room key out of his pocket unlocking the door and letting himself into the room. His stuff was already there on his side of the room. Brutus made himself at home on the bed covered in purple duvets. DeAngelo made his way back to the door, his gaze cast downwards. “I understand if you'd much prefer not to keep my company right now.” Not only did he say a bunch of stupid things, but he was constantly stumbling over the English words, sounding equally as stupid.






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Drago laughed some at Xavier's response. He took the older boy's arm and draped it over his own. “I really don't. I suppose it rubs off from my sister.” He snickered a bit at the last part, shaking his head. Thomas O'Malley was shaking his head as he slithered down and proceeded ahead of them on the ground. Like his brother's and his sister's serpents, he was extremely large and heavy for his species. Drago couldn't quite remember his weight, mostly because the snake felt like such a feather to him, but he knew that the snow white snake was bordering twenty feet in length. He was just about five feet longer than Hecate, but he didn't weigh as much. Hello. He was just a cobra. That bitch was a boa!

“What isn't there to be intrigued about? Or maybe I should just go ahead and say that I just like you based on what Div says.” He chuckled some. “You play guitar, you've got a honey badger as a familiar, you sing, you've got good taste in music even though you don't listen to Italian, you play piano,” He paused and whirled around and stopped in front of him, grabbing him gently by the chin and tilting his head up with a grin. Their faces were dangerously close as he leaned down. “you've got an incredibly sexy accent.” He purred with his own Italian accent. Their lips brushed teasingly, if only for a moment.

He grinned and shoved his hands back into his pocket before walking towards the school. He could see Professor Romanova with her familiars and...Who was that with her?”






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“Ohh!” Sasha snapped out of a dead sleep as though she hadn't even been sleeping at all. She squealed, leaping from the tree. She wrapped herself around Lamia, clinging to her. “Lamia! I was so worried about you! We all were!” She whined, finally disentangling herself from her boss. She cupped the woman's face and pouted, pushing a few stray hairs from the Grceian's face. “Where did you go? Is everything alright?” Her eyes shone with concern as her familiars smile and walked beyond them to greet the wolf. Sasha's eyes were now changing excitedly between various shades of blue and green as she stared intently at Lamia. “Hold that thought.”

She frowned, unknowingly dismissing the student that had approached as her familiars dismissed his. She disappeared on the wind and flew towards the Greenhouse. Her gut had wrenched incredulously at that moment and she knew something was about to happen. The clouds began to darken, not of her own accord, which further upset her and caused them to grow darker and rain to crash down on the earth. She was solid and running again at this point, soaked to the bone. Her toes dug into the mud and her hair stuck to her body as she skidded to a halt in front of the greenhouse. It was just as she yanked open the door that an elderly appearing man seemed to come out of nowhere, lying on a floating cloud. He was eating grapes being fed to him by beautiful, giggling young women. His gaze overlooked her and fell onto Liberty, a sly grin crossing his face.

“Dionysus! You stupid piece of shit!” She sped over to him and grabbed hold of him by his toga, shaking him like a ragdoll, ignoring the students behind her. The Maenads with him shrieked and jumped away, scattering around the room. “Сколько раз я говорил тебе, что ты здесь не рады! А что вы сделали с моей прекрасной драгоценные студенты, Вы ленивый хам!” She began shouting at him in Russian, causing him to cry. “Dearest Mother Nature! You know I never meant any harm! I like to play! Just play! We have fun! Your girls, I never stole 'em. They came with me of their own accord.” His words only further upset her, as was noticed by the lightning that flashed across the sky like electricity spouting from a cut circuit. “I don't care! I told you to never show your face here again!”

The Greek 'God' was whining now and Sasha thought him to be braindead from all the shaking she had done. She frowned in disgust and shoved him into a table behind him. She had been meaning to pick a bone with him for the past five years, but he and his 'pals' on Mount Olympus conjured up heavy magick to hide their home long ago. No-one but them could reach each other unless they chose otherwise. He would come to Fae annually to seduce away her students. He never took from any Coven but hers. It infuriated her beyond all means and she swore to kill him one day. “Don't you ever come back here!” She was particularly upset because a lot of the students he took were her favorites. They were like sisters to her. Or daughters, even. His groupies were surrounding him now as he tipped Ethan and Alistair a salute in farewell and gave Liberty a 'call me' sign with his hands. And then he was gone.

Her jaw was tense as she bent over to begin picking up the plants that had fallen. Placing them back in their proper pots. The table had broken, but the pots remained sturdy. Sasha could be a bit bipolar at times, especially when it came to her students. She could be happy as a hobo with a million dollars at one second, carefree and jolly with a smile as wide as the sky. But the moment she even thought someone dear to her was in any sort of danger, it was as though a switch had flipped. And one would think that with her carefree outlook on life, she and Dionysus would be best friends. And they were at one point. Until he tried to turn her into a Maenad. And then started stealing her students.

“Get out.” She muttered. She was quiet at first, though she spoke up after. “Get. Out. Получите прямо сейчас! How dare you bring him into my sanctuary! How dare you even invite him to these grounds! Я надеюсь, что вы все умрете!” She hated it when students called up that bastard. Or anyone from Mount Olympus. They were all a bunch of pompous dicks, acting like they were Gods because ignorant humans in the 'olden' days actually fell for it. Sure, there was a God. Or two. No-one knew. But it wasn't any of them. Bunch of dumb fucks is what they were.

It was rare that she was this furious, though she would apologize for her last statement. Of course she didn't wish death on any of the students truly. She was just...pissed. She didn't even know if they summoned him, but she was pretty sure that they did.






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"Ohhh! New guy, huh?" Klaude had let himself grow, now hulking over everyone, his wings settling on his back. "Welcome to Fae Academy!" Hrutao rolled his eyes before glancing to the wolf. "Huh. So you've never met another Familiar before? Well. I'm glad we were the first you met. Some of the others around here can really ruin the experience. I'm Hrutao, Spirit of the Forests. That's Klaude. He's just a giant Roc." He rolled his eyes as the bird hopped around, causing the ground to shake. Unlike the other Familiars, these two actually spoke with vocal chords and not thoughts or strange animal sounds.

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"Oh, Porfessor Romanov, you are looking lovely today," Ethan greeted nervously. He had noticed with some relief that the dark clouds had disappeared, but it ended with their Coven Professor appearing. He held up his hands in defense, trying to placate the angry educator.

"To be fair, Professor, we have to invoke you-know-who if we don't want to be struck with madness every time we so much as pick a grape. You know how he and his family gets. We have to pay respect to the gods if we don't want to be electrocuted or have tons of other nasty things done to us like roll a boulder up a hill for all eternity. Hey, I'm Christian personally, but I have my mortality to think about," he told her.

To be honest, he had heard that she and Dionysus were once friends before something happened to make her hate him. There were rumros, of course, but he was never sure.

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At this point Ali figured he had two options: One, he could grab the others and make fast happen now, possibly shouting an apology as he ran, and hope the whole thing blew over without literally blowing something over. This option displayed significantly increased odds of survival and would generally be favored by a sane being right about now. Two, he could stay and try talking this whole thing out, explain how this was his fault, that he had no idea it would happen and honestly wouldn't know how to summon a god if he tried, and hopefully smooth things over. This option ran the risk of just making Professor Romanov even madder and the only reward if he did pull it off would be to look better in her eyes for owning up to his mistake and apologizing like a responsible adult. He figured 80% odds (based purely on guesswork, as he failed at math) said he'd only succeed in getting a detention on his first day from the hot teacher he was trying to impress. The choice was obvious.

Looking down bashfully, Ali stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Uh, Miss- Professor Romanov," he said hesitantly, "it's- This was my fault." He looked up at her, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, it wasn't on purpose - I don't even know how to summon things - but I was kind of messing around and making a big deal out of stuff and I guess... I dunno, I caught too much attention." He gestured vaguely with the half-eaten apple. "I swear I didn't know this would happen, but I guess I still did it. Sorry," he finished lamely, attempting a sheepish smile.

Now normally he would have liked to shift blame onto someone else. Getting in trouble was only fun in moderation, and ideally not on the first day when you're still making a first impression. Unfortunately the only other people here were- Well, he didn't know if they were friends yet, but Ethan was throwing a party tonight and he didn't want to ruin his chances with Liberty, and besides they were both really cool and he'd like to be their friend. So, lacking an appropriate scapegoat, he made the best of a bad situation and scapegoated himself. On the bright side they would almost certainly appreciate it. Probably. Besides, for all he knew, his little act really did summon Dionysus. Didn't he read somewhere names could do stuff like that?

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Liberty smirked as she listened to the boys talking about what they knew about the Maenads and the Percy Jackson books. Lib liked the Greek myths, but she was much more entertained by the stories the Fae told her about their world. The Faeries made the Greek Gods look like well behaved, God-Fearing Christians. She smiled as Ethan joined her and helped the plants grow. "These are free, right?"

Lib's head whipped around to look at Ali, her eyes widened with fear. "Fuck." she said as dark clouds formed in the greenhouse. Suddenly, there was an old dude on a cloud floating in front of her. He was accompanied by several beautiful women, who fed him grapes while giggling like a bunch of bimbos. At the very same time he appeared, Liberty noticed Ms. Romanova enter the greenhouse, soaked by rain and pissed. 'When did it start raining?' Liberty thought. She could feel the thick body of Cleo coiling around her feet, just in case she had to protect her partner from the Greek, whose strange stare was quickly making Liberty feel uncomfortable.

Ms. Romanova scared him off easily enough though, after she gave him a good thrashing and screamed at him in Russian. He, along with his groupies, left, but not before he made a "call me" gesture towards Liberty. "Gross." She scrunched her nose, obviously disgusted by the thought of being one of Dionysus's cheerleaders.

Liberty nervously bit her lower lip as their teacher began screaming at them to get out. She was going to leave, like her professor wished, but the boys apparently thought they needed to explain themselves. Liberty slightly raised her eyebrow at them. Honestly, she loved her mentor, but Ms. Romanova could be temermental and when she was angry, it was best to leave her alone. She sighed though, and decided to join in.

"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Romanova. It wasn't Ali's fault. I should have told him about Dionysus before." She looked down. "I'll help you clean this place up." She brought her fingers up to her mouth and whistled, her faries swarming around her in seconds. How they got into the greenhouse, she didn't know. "You guys go." she said to Ali and Ethan. "Continue the tour without me." She smiled sweetly, before bending down to help pick up the plants.

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Cupid followed DeAngelo, slightly chewing on his lower lip as they walked in a somewhat awkward silence. "Yeah, it's normal." He responded to the Italian's question about Llorona's tears. "Micky explained why it happened, but I can't remember what it was." A sudden pang of sadness hit Cupid when his brother's name left his mouth. Llorona tensed slightly and she slightly shuffled on his shoulder. "Umm...Micky is my brother." He explained to DeAngelo. "Or, he was." he said under his breath.

After several more moments of awkward silence, the blonde spoke up again. “I'm in the Mafia.” he said, smiling at the latino. 'Wow. Did he really just say that?' Llorona scoffed. Cupid shot her an angry glance, but he looked back at DeAngelo. Wait, DeAngelo Pagliarelli? Hadn't Cupid heard his father said something about that family before? Something about some sort of war in the summer, was it? “I'm not a killer. Well, I've killed people. But for good reason. Well, maybe not what is considered morally good. But. Its a family thing.” Cupid raised an eyebrow and he could hear Llorona sigh. 'Wow Cupid. You have an excellent taste in men. A not-a-killer that's killed people? Aaand he's in the Mafia? You're set for life.' she said sarcastically.

"Shut up." He said to her sternly, narrowing his eyes at the owl. He turned his head to other male and opened his mouth to say something, but the poor guy began rambling on and stumbling over his words. Cupid felt bad for him and he stayed at the doorway as DeAngelo unlocked the door and let himself into the room. His chocolate eyes followed the other male's muscular form made his way back to the doorway, looking down at the floor. “I understand if you'd much prefer not to keep my company right now.” Cupid frowned, placing on of his hands on the base of the other male's neck. "Hey." Cupid said, his charmspeak washing over DeAngelo. "You don't have to be nervous around me." He smiled sweetly. "And-" He gently grabbed the Italian's chin and brought it up, so that those crystal blue eyes where looking into his own. "I do like guys." He smiled, working his magick and trying to calm DeAngelo's nerves. 'Wow.' Llorona mused. 'Someone's being forward.'

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Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Sasha Romanova Character Portrait: Lamia Character Portrait: Liberty Rosello Character Portrait: Pippa Tasmin Le Feuvre Character Portrait: Cupid Trementina
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She was pleased with Pippa's reaction, leaning in to give her the lightest of kisses. "Mi amore, I knew you'd love it." She beamed a smile, her eyes sparkling as she then brought Pippa's hand to her mouth, kissing the heel of it. "We won't stay too long at the party tonight. Just make appearances and leave. There's a full moon tonight and I need to pay tribute to Elath." She crinkled her nose some with a light frown. Elath was so demanding with his rituals, though she could hardly complain. There wasn't a person alive that rivaled her abilities with darkness and shadow.

Her ears perked at the sound of Sunday's voice and she turned her head to the side to see her peeking into her room. Sunday was such a sweet and attractive little thing, it was sad that she was so...single. It was no secret to Divinia and her circle of the Elite that Sunday was pretty much obsessed with Romeo. Even though Romeo didn't feel even a smidgen of what she felt. Divinia knew that most of Romeo's heart belonged to none other than Lamia herself. It wasn't really much of a puzzle why; they had centuries of history.

She sighed some as she debated how to answer. Sunday would be heart broken if Divinia sent her away and of course Divvy didn't want to do that! But she would like some time alone with her girlfriend at the moment. Right now was a rather intimate slice of heaven. "One moment, little one." She sighed again and put one hand at the back of Pippa's neck, delivering a roughly passionate kiss that she let linger for nearly five minutes, ending up having lifted her and set her on the dresser and knocking off several things before releasing her. "Come in, baby doll."




"Dude. My mind was blown when Bill rose from the blood pool. I seriously was thinking Lillith was just a figment of their imagination. I can't wait for next season!" Cheveyo enthused more than most males his age, talking about the last episode. Heath was flying overhead as they stepped out onto the lawn of the academy. He was holding Amarina close, still smiling widely. He noticed that her hair had gotten messed up, assuming correctly that it was caused by her having rested her head on his chest so many times. He thought it was cute, though.

He stopped upon seeing a number of people on the lawn. The one that caught his eye in particular was the Grecian. "Its about time she got back." He smiled lightly and gave Lamia a wave, letting her get back to talking to the new student; it was easy to point out the new kids around Fae. It was just the way they looked. At least to him it was. But maybe that was because he knew virtually everyone at school and if he didn't know them, he knew of them. But he looked past them and saw a big wolfdog chatting with Hrutao and Klaude. Hmm. Where was Professor Romanova? He shrugged, trying not to pay too much attention to Xavier and whoever his new man toy was. He had a few casual make outs with Xavier before. Before Divinia went crazy. The two males hadn't spoken much since then.

He returned his focus to the quest at hand, putting two fingers to his mouth and letting out a shrill whistle. It didn't take long for the sound of galloping hooves to reach his ears, a chestnut mare being the source. "Hey, Freya! Easy there." He grinned and patted her neck as she skidded to a halt right in front of him, already saddled. "Ah! Always ready, I see!" Cheveyo had planned yesterday to ask out Amarina today, so everything was very much falling into place! He was smiling as he swung himself into the saddle, reaching down and grabbing his girlfriend's hand, pulling her up with ease and setting her in front of him on the saddle. "To the town...away!!!" He clicked his tongue, holding both the reigns and Amarina as Freya, the hot-tempered mare flew off, going as fast as she could.




The Russian's frown did not disappear, as the trio scrambled to make their apologies and take the blame for one another. She was still in the mood to claw out the eyes of the next person meeting with her line of sight. It was rare to see her angry, so most students generally didn't know that it was best to just keep away from her during such a dangerous time. Their talking and even being near just pissed her off further. She was containing herself enough to keep the weather straight in her immediate vicinity, but there was an irregular typhoon destroying two thirds of North Korea at the moment; she didn't like North Korea. Never really did.

She closed her eyes and stood up slowly, facing the students. "The next time a student envokes anyone from Olympus, they will have their powers bound until the end of time and expelled. Memory? Wiped clean. I'm not afraid of those wanna-bes. They may call themselves deities, but I am Mother Nature. You see how they run from me and how they've hid for eons. Each of you are easily a match for them. You don't have to be scared of them." She lectured them, a mixture of concern and disgust in her voice as she curled her fingers, balling her hands into fists. She moved past them with a huff and disappeared around the corner as she took flight to the roof. Way to ruin her day.




His face was warm and red as Cupid's hand slid behind his neck. He could feel his nerves calming immediately and his mind...it was damn near blank for the first time since...ever, really. His thoughts which had previously been filled with the voices of everyone else's thoughts were now blank. He heard nothing save for Cupid's voice and the thumping of his own heart. He hadn't realized that he was leaning in towards Cupid as though to kiss him until the last minute. He blushed even more and muttered an apology, taking a half step back. "Where would you like to explore first?" He looked down and to the left in an attempt to avoid the soft gaze of Cupid's chocolate colored eyes. I might be wrong about this one... Brutus mused, slithering behind his partner. DeAngelo resisted stomping the serpent's head, wishing that he'd let him be and allow him to simply flirt. Flirt? Is that what he was doing? Well, ge.must be doing a well enough job because the Latino was flirting back.





He smirked as he exerted his dominance, ensuring his spot as Alpha Male in the relationship that he planned to start with the older male. He couldn't really help it because it was pretty much instinct with him. He came from a family where you had to be the best for respect and power; and of course, he was all about power and respect. He chuckled as Xavier mentioned his roommate, knowing that it was Xavier already. Divinia was actually the one who had set them up as roommates. Apparently, she was trying to hook them up. Not that Drago wouldn't have been able to score Xavier without his sister's aid, but what did a little nudge hurt? Plus sharing a room? He was looking forward to seeing the look on Xavier's face when he got out of the shower. Or when he did his yoga. He rose his head to see where the sudden whistle came from, seeing Cheveyo and Amarina mounting a mare and taking off. "So. Tell me about this...Atreyu." He was walking towards Lamia and the group around her as he talked.