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         Amelia closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. "I am much obliged", she spoke with her typical soft voice. She eventually opened her eyes again. She then proceeded to pick up her bag from the ground. After searching for some seconds, she found her notebook. She wondered how many she has had in the past years. But mostly she wondered how many she will have. Being immortal meant forever, but what would happen to her if the humans happened to perish on this Earth? Would she roam the empty ruins, never being able to die? Or would she perish with them? She has never liked to think about this depressing subject. It wouldn't be useful either, because for now the humans were still a fast growing race. Amelia would like to die one day though. Living forever is such a tiring thing to do.
Amelia sighed and put down her notebook. Just a she tried to find a working pen in the abyss of her bag, she felt a tingling feeling in her chest. Not now! Come on! Yet she knew she had no choice. A big black book appeared before her, at the height of her chest, slowly dancing in the air in front of her. Some students close to where she was sitting, were surprised by the sudden appearance, but soon chose to ignore it. Amelia waved her hand in the air and the book opened itself on the last page. There she saw a red name. Name, age, location, cause and time of death. All of them were written in there, in a neat and small handwriting. "Four years old", she whispers without thinking. She closed her eyes sighing and stood up. "If you would excuse me." The Shinigami had barely said it or she disappeared without any sound or movement in the air. As if she had never even been there.

         Bored with reading, Wil exits the boys dorm and briskly walks the short path to the right wing, specifically heading for the music department. Seeing as everyone was still in the bathhouse and such getting ready, it was the ideal time for Wil to practice. However, he still couldn't get something out of his head - Something that had happened earlier. Petra had greeted him? That was unusual, usually people would just walk straight past him, as though he were invisible or non-existent, which was exactly how Wil liked it. He knew little about Petra, only that she and her brother, Austin, had been at Gantz Academy for much longer than he had and they seemed very close - Wil almost felt a slight tinge of jealousy, however much he may like his isolation from the others, Wil had always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling, someone to relate to.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Wil shook his head, what was the point in wondering what it would be like. He didn't have a sibling so he would never know. It was as simple as that. Instead, he focused on why he'd come to the right wing - For his piano. Opening the door to where the music club was held, Wil's eyes fell on the corner of the room where his beloved grand piano sat. Well, technically it wasn't Wil's but rather the school's piano. However, it was the one thing Wil enjoyed in the school and so he thought of it as his own.
Slowly walking over to the grand piano, Wil took a seat infront of the keys and taking a deep breath, he began to play.

         

Petra sighed as she rolled off her bed onto the floor. She was not one for getting out of bed like a normal person. For a moment, she just stayed there, watching people's feet go by. Before she stood, she groped around on her nightstand for her wand. When her hand came in contact with the smooth oak, she stood up and yawned dramatically. She lazily looked around the room, seeing Eve playing solitaire and all the others bustling around to get ready. Like everyone else, she wondered why six girls had been crammed into one room, with two empty beds left.
It had been a year since Petra came to Gantz Academy for the Magical and Supernatural and she had never felt more at home. Sure, it had it's cons (meaning no electricity in the dorms and no indoor plumbing), but she loved it here. It had been the first place that she had ever felt... normal. Then again, how can you be normal in a place where no one is "normal". Here though, unusual was the usual.
With another yawn, Petra picked up her mirror and grimaced. She'd have to hurry to get ready. While the other girls were prepping their items of beautification, she simply walked to the bathhouse, armed with nothing but her wand and her mirror. On the way there, she bumped into Wil Avery. She offered him a small greeting before walking into the small building. She quietly glided over to her secret hiding place and withdrew all of the things she had hidden there, including the bucket of water she had filled the night before. She walked over to a basin, soaking her brush in the cool water before running it through her hair. Doing this every morning always reminded her of when she was younger.
Slowly, the rest of the students trickled in. The boys disappeared to their side and Petra offered a small smile to her brother. However, the girls began crowding the mirrors and basins, talking avidly to each other. Petra offered her input where she felt like it was needed until she was ready. She smiled softly as she left the bathhouse, this was going to be a good day.

         Wil was up incredibly early this morning - as he was every morning. Wil had already changed, made his bed and tidied his few belongings away into the small oak chest which sat at the end of his bed. His part of the room would have appeared uninhabited to any newcomers however, most of his 'dorm-mates' simply knew that was how Wil did things. He liked to leave as little a trace of his existence as possible. It wasn't that Wil was necessarily a perfectionist but he'd just learnt to clean up after himself with all the years he's spent living alone - moving from one place to another, therefore never properly being able to settle into just one place.

Pail in hand, Wil was now heading down to the water pump, he had a swift pace and kept his footsteps light. After filling the pail, Wil took the short walk to the bathhouse and filled the basin, proceeding to wash his face and neck in the cool water.
Once finished, Wil decided to head back to the dormitory, assuming that the majority of the boys he shared the room with would only just be waking up now anyway, so he had some time to spare, perhaps he would read his book.