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Josie Jaiyen

The Fury

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a character in “Guardians of Hell”, as played by barnes

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"I'm happy now; are you happy, now?"
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n i c k n a m e s x // x josie [everyone] + junebug [close friends]

a g e x // xtwenty-five

g e n d e r x // xcis female

s e x u a l i t y x // xbisexual

o r i g i n x // xkanchanaburi, thailand 1994

r o l e x // xguardian of the fifth circle






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x168 cm

w e i g h t x // x52 kg

h a i r x // xCut in a long bob, Josie's hair is a rather dark brown, soft and easily styled with a bit of gel to keep wisps out of her face. It's been in pretty much the same style for the past five years, and she's not thinking of changing it anytime soon.

e y e s x // xJosie's eyes are hazel, shifting from brown in the center of the iris to a deep green ring. Though she's often ready with a smile, her eyes are the real indicator of her inner thoughts, much less friendly than Josie herself appears to be.

o d d i t i e s x // xShe doesn't have any significant markings aside from her pierced ears.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xJosie's a practical, streetwise-looking sort of girl at first glance, her wardrobe a variety of graphic tees, jackets, and sneakers. She's got a sort of poise that makes the style hers, looking absolutely comfortable in her own body no matter what she's wearing. She does seem easily susceptible to cold, though, wearing large coats even into early May, her hands thrust deep into the pockets.

She's certainly pretty by any standards, but there's a sort of closed-off quality to her face, visible in the flash of her eyes or the slow way she strokes her familiar. Any random student could say sure, they know of Josie, but whether they really
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I N G E N I U M
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h y d r o k i n e s i s x // x Under the guardian's influence, Josie is able to manipulate water as long as a source is available to her. She can isolate and move water droplets individually or as a group, and can even draw it out of the moisture in the air if she wants to. At present she is unable to control her ability for too long, though - any longer than a few minutes and she'll lose control, and everything falls to the floor.


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b e l l a m y x // x A small stoat with soft brown fur; he's rather shy and prefers not to reveal himself to company. An agile, secretive little thing, he likes to amuse himself by creeping through the shadows and pouncing on Josie's feet. He's usually perched on her left shoulder or curled up in a coat pocket.


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c h a r i s m a t i c x // x One of the more popular students in the Academy, Josie has a natural charm for getting people to like her, slipping into a well-liked persona like a second skin.

l a n g u a g e s x // x Being of half Thai and half American descent, Josie has a knack for multiculturalism. Outside of English and Thai, she's also fairly proficient in Italian and French, and is currently working on her Bahasa Melayu.

c o n t r o l l e d x // x Given Josie's inner nature - especially of late - it's imperative that she knows how to keep herself in check, no matter how strong her emotion is.



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f a m i l y x // x Josie's family are the traditional kind, and while she loves them dearly she feels the pressure of their expectations weighing her down. It's a suffocating feeling, one she doesn't deal with well. At least the Academy offers a place for her to be away from them, to grow on her own.

t e m p e r x // x Since she was young, Josie's had a short fuse, and only through great practice did she eventually learn to control it. She's never been known to be particularly explosive among her peers, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel the old flare in her chest, the one that makes her curl her hands into fists and clench her teeth until she's managed to get it back under control.

l o n e l i n e s s x // x It's hard when no one really knows what you're thinking. It's easy for Josie to smile and play the part, but she has few real friends, and she longs to be known for who she really is instead of the person she's pretended to be for so long.



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d i s h o n o u r x // x She's the first in her family to be part of the New England coven, and while she's determined to do her best, Josie is secretly terrified she'll fuck up and disappoint her parents. She's not one accustomed to failure, and there's so much at stake now that she's made it so far.

b e i n g x f o u n d x o u t x // x She's worked a great deal to learn to compose herself and present a smiling, perfect front to everyone, she certainly can't be found out for the angry, jealous person she really is.

n e e d l e s x // x Everyone has their own irrational fears, and Josie's is needles. She can't stand the thought of getting her blood drawn, or even getting a tattoo. The difficult time she had with piercing her ears was bad enough.






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At first glance, there's a kind of aura around Josie that one just can't deny; a sort of confidence, a magnetic quality that acts insidiously and draws people to her like moths to a flame. She's always ready with a smile or a compliment, and it's clear she puts real effort into getting to know everyone around her. If someone mentions in passing that they enjoy doughnuts, when the week of their birthday rolls around Josie will be putting together a box of doughnuts as a gift. She's certainly a person who knows her friends well and does her best to make sure they feel genuinely cared for, and that's what makes her so popular.

Josie'll be damned if she's just a friendly face, though. She's worked hard her whole life to be among successful people, and the New England coven is no exception. She's articulate in multiple languages and a pretty good student in most of her classes, if she does say so herself; she can even hold her own in intelligent conversations, whether she's talking about the witching world or the human world. Her parents have always pushed her to be the best she can be, and she's determined not to let them down.

Still, that's not all she's cracked up to be. Beneath the veneer, Josie hides a small, angry person, the person she knows she's doomed to really be her whole life. Ever since she was young, she's struggled with anger management issues, her temper a force of nature she's worked to control for years. She only learned to control her outbursts when she was older, right before anyone at the Academy figured out the kind of person she really was. Desperate to reset her image and gain the social status she never had before then, Josie learned quickly how to fit in with others, how to be the perfect girl everyone would like. And she's been mostly successful so far. While Josie's friendly enough to the common crowd, there's a certain clench to her jaw her close friends learn to recognise - the one that says she's had enough of pretending to be the bubbly girl most think her to be. Sometimes she just can't help the old anger that rises up inside her, and though she squeezes her fists so tight her nails bite into the flesh of her palms, she won't let her persona slip. She can't let anyone learn who she used to be - because after all, she's Josie Jaiyen, the belle of the Academy. Or is she?






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Josie's path has always been set out for her, right from the beginning. Born to Sakchai Jaiyen and Margaery Waterhouse, she was destined for greatness, or so her parents believed. Margaery, descended from the once-infamous Agnes Waterhouse, was herself a great witch, living in Scotland when she first met Sakchai. His family had sent him to Scotland to further his studies, believing he would have a better chance than living as a warlock in Thailand. His and Margaery's ambition helped them to get along like a house on fire, and after some years of dating they tied the knot. Desiring that their child should share in both of their heritages, the couple moved back to Sakchai's hometown of Kanchanaburi to have Josie. Later, when she was five, they would uproot and move together to New York, in the hopes that their daughter could have a chance at joining the New England coven, but for those few years she grew up in Kanchanaburi, she'd straddle both her parents' worlds, struggling to be everything they wanted her to be.

Josie came out swinging. Right from the start, both Sakchai and Margaery wanted the best for her, so like any ambitious parent, they focused all their energy on her and pushed her to be the best, to be better than she could be. Margaery always bragged how Josie was ahead of her peers - she had begun speaking in full sentences before she turned three, and was effectively bilingual by five, learned to swim at six, was solving advanced math problems by eight - the list went on and on. There was no doubt the Jaiyens were proud of their daughter's achievements, and they showed no sign in slowing her education any time soon.

But, like any child, Josie began to feel the stress early. Sharing in her mother's drive for perfection, she would find herself experiencing outbursts whenever things didn't go her way. Failures were first met with crying fits, and when Josie was a little older, old enough to understand her own emotions, with temper tantrums. At first Margaery found it just amusing - a child with a temper, enough to be feisty, certainly enough to develop a personality of her own. No child of hers would be content to fit the mold, and Josie was definitely not content by any means.

Yet as Josie continued to move through life and showed no signs of abating, Margaery began to worry. Once she was grown enough to cause some trouble with her tantrums, it became a problem for the Jaiyens. Josie went through years of counselling, years of breathing exercises, in-two-three out-two-three, and eventually she learned to pause before letting her anger sweep through her, trashing everything on its path out of her system. By then she was almost out of her teens, and well on her way into the New England coven. (Despite her outbursts, she had still been a stellar student, acing her way through school.)

And now she was ready to be a new kind of person. She wanted to be a likable, social Josie. So that was who she became.






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Josie and Ivy are definitely close enough to be considered friends, and while Ivy might not be entirely aware of it Josie is somewhat envious of Ivy's self-assuredness; something that Josie herself has to fake. Still, she finds Ivy a comfortable presence, if a little blunt for her liking.
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"I guess he's a nice person. People seem to like him."


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Roman and Josie have never really clicked. It's not big deal, really, but they just can't seem to catch each other at a good time, and though Josie tries her best to be just the right amount of friendly that she thinks Roman would like, but somehow their encounters always devolve into awkwardness. She's still trying to figure out how she can make herself more likeable - he seems like a guy she'd want to have on her side.


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They might seem like an unlikely combination, but Bones and Josie are incredibly close - enough that Josie doesn't feel as compelled to hide her true self from him, and shares what she's really thinking instead of tucking all the negativity away inside her. He's a good buffer for Josie's temper, and in turn she finds that helping him through his outbursts allows her to gain better control over hers too.


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"There's something about him that's incredibly familiar, but I'm sure we've never met."


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Josie can't say she's ever met the man before, but she could swear she knows him, right down to his mannerisms.
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"I am curious about him, but isn't everyone else?"


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Dorian is pretty much an enigma to most people that know him, and Josie is no exception. While Josie would agree that they can be considered friends in passing, because Dorian is always polite to her and responds positively when she asks after his wellbeing, they haven't had any conversations that really go much deeper than that.
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"He's really not one for talking. I don't think I even know how old he is."


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Rian has never initiated any conversation with Josie, and any attempts she has at getting to know him have been quickly rebuffed, cut off by his curt and disinterested replies that always have Josie stopping short in her tracks, unsure how to deal with his coldness. She gave up soon enough; if he wants his privacy he can have it.
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Josie's definitely tried a few times to engage Bodhi, but the hostility rolling off the other girl is palpable enough that she's chosen to back off and leave Bodhi to her own devices. Suffice it to say that Josie isn't quite certain why Bodhi dislikes her, but she's happy to let Bodhi have her own space.
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"We get along fine, I might even say we're similar in some aspects?"


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Constance and Josie are definitely similar in some ways, though Josie admits that Constance's ambitious streak certainly adds a dimension to her character Josie doesn't quite seem to possess. Both girls have a mutual understanding, and are friendly enough to each other that neither really sees the other as a threat, and if Josie's to be honest she likes it this way. Yet should she ever find herself set against Constance she's not sure she'd have the ability to come out on top. But don't tell Constance that.


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Casper's friendliness is so natural and easygoing that Josie always finds herself responding positively to him, and they definitely get along well. Still, when she's on her own and picking through her flaws, Josie can't help but compare herself to him, hating the way he does it so easily while she has to work at being all smiles and charm.
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"Surely everyone's heard the stories about what she did... I'm normally not one to gossip but she's not the best person to associate with."


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Josie's definitely heard the stories, and while she isn't wholeheartedly devoted to the Church of Night she's still shocked at what Tamsin did; and of course that begs the question of what she could do if she wanted to. So Josie tries to stay out of her way, bar the times she's in the sanctum for schoolwork.
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Josie Jaiyen's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Dorian Fawkes Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Bones Burroughs Character Portrait: Bodhi Krishnan Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Michael Navarro Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Casper Reid Character Portrait: Neona Ki Character Portrait: Isaac Courtney Character Portrait: Desdemona Proctor Character Portrait: Emrys Proctor Character Portrait: Roman Black Character Portrait: Rian Goulding
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Saying that Dorian didn't have a good night's sleep was an understatement. Since he arrived at the New England Academy, he's been walking around on eggshells. After all, this was his last chance at a life before the witch council found him out. At this point, it seemed like the safest place for him to hide was under the Church of Night's nose, and that's what he was doing. But it didn't make anything easier.

He spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, or refreshing his memory of witch law. Why did he do that to himself? It didn't calm his nerves, only made them worst. It became a routine nearly ever night, going through and counting the number of laws he'd broken, how many offenses. Dorian was a dead man living on borrowed time. The moment they figured him out, he'd be executed without a doubt. If anything, that should make him wish to live what life he had left to the fullest. But he spent too much time living in fear for that to happen.

Dorian might have dozed off at one point or another, but by the time the sun came up, he was up as well. With a sigh, he finally decided to get up and out of bed. There was no point in lazing around under the blankets for hours when his mind would only wonder to more horrible things the future held. He moved about the room quietly, being sure not to wake up Michael as he went to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind him. And with that brief moment of privacy he had, Dorian let his glamour fall.

For so long he hadn't be able to look at his reflection, his true reflection. Looking at himself felt so foreign, but the sadness in the eyes... that never changed. Dorian couldn't look for long and let his focus fall to his hands that gripped the sink. With his gaze diverted, he put the glamour back up. He didn't dare look back in the mirror before he made his way into the shower. There weren't many things that could relax him, but a hot shower seemed to always melt away any worries he had, at least, temporarily.

He quickly lost track of how much time he spent standing under the cascading water, but eventually Dorian finally got out. The rest of the day seemed to crawl by, yet at the same time time ticked by so quickly. Before he knew it, Michael was awake and they both had to begin to get ready. Dorian seemed to wait until the absolute last minute to get changed into his white outfit. Just touching it churned his stomach. The one thought he hadn't let plague his mind is what would signing the book of the beast twice do to him. Would it kill him? Overwhelm him with power? Would Satan himself smite him where he stood?

Dorian hadn't noticed until that moment how much his hands had been trembling. Hopefully to other people it just appeared as normal nerves. But he knew the truth, the fear that built up inside him at the nearing of that night's proceedings. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he took the clothes from the hanger and began to get dressed. Thankfully, his reflection betrayed him. In the mirror, he was a different man... Dorian Fawkes, who was giving his life over to Lucifer for the first time ever. He let that thought repeat over and over in his mind.

Once dressed and as presentable as he could manage, he finally looked over at Michael giving his bravest smile. "Have you decided on your baptismal name? I haven't had much time to think about it myself," he confessed as he sat back down on his bed. "Pearl likes Xavier." As he said her name, his familiar emerged from somewhere under his pillow and slowly climbed onto his hand.




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Tamsin groaned as an alarmed buzzed in her ear from the nightstand beside her bed. Satan, when did she go to bed the night before? 5 am? 6 am? She couldn't remember, just that she saw the pink glow of the sun about to on crest the horizon before she finally tucked in. Her hand slapped the table, missing her clock three times before she sat up and yanked it out from the wall and threw it across the room.

Normal people were usually out of bed before noon. But Tamsin rarely saw a need to be up before 3 pm. She hasn't attended a class at the Academy for over a century. She's already taken every single one they offered to the point of knowing the classes verbatim. And being a creature of the night, she rarely felt a need to be a morning person.

Her arms stretched out in every direction as she yawned. Tamsin's hair stood up on end, but remained flat on the left side of her head from where she was laying. Her fingers ran through her hair and scratched her scalp, un-matting it from the several hours of sleep. She yanked her blanket off of her and slid out of bed in a tank top and underwear. She was far beyond the point of caring about how she was dressed in front of Winnie and if someone else happened to be in their room too? Well, they got a free show. Tamsin lost count of how many times Roman had seen her naked.

Tamsin nearly tore apart her bed, searching within the blankets and under pillows for her phone. She only found it when she heard the device fall onto the ground next to her feet. She scooped it up and sat down on the mound of blankets. A groan escaped her lips as she illuminated her phone. "Satan's balls. It's All Hallow's Eve?!"

She slammed her phone down on her bed before trudging off to their bathroom. Tamsin rarely closed the door as she showered, knowing full well Winnie spent half of her life in front of a mirror trying to look perfect. She tried locking the door once, and somehow still managed to be greeted by the red head standing in front of the mirror by the time she was done. Tamsin has long since given up trying to get the bathroom to herself since then.

Asmodeus Proctor told Tamsin several times leading up to that day that he expected her presence along with the rest of the Academy. The ceremony was the biggest celebration their coven had every year. And although the Anti Pope was too busy to join this year, every member of the coven would be attending, including the Reids. And it wasn't like she'd be allowed to skip the Dark Baptism. She tried once... Let's just saying being a torture spell test subject for a semester was enough for her to not want to miss it again. So, she didn't waste much time washing up, nearly slipping and falling on the tile floor as she exited the shower.

Tamsin wrapped herself in a towel, using a second to dry her hair as she scurried back out into their room. While it temporarily blocked her view, she bumped into someone who stood in the middle of their room. She pulled the towel from her head and groaned the instant she saw Roman Black standing before her with his stupid smug grin. "Ugh," she scoffed. "You look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man... But more sex offender-y." Tamsin wormed her way around him and made her way to her dresser. "Don't you have your own room?"

"Yes, but my roommate isn't my biggest fan."

"Shocker," Tamsin quipped as she yanked open drawers, quickly sifting through what clothes she had clean. She pulled out the first things she found and tossed them onto her bed. She didn't even waste her breath asking Roman to turn around or look away. When she dropped her towel, Tamsin couldn't find her undergarments on the mess that was her bed. After a moment or two of searching, Roman cleared his throat. She turned to look at him, finding him standing there smiling, her underwear hanging off his index finger.

"Grow up, Black," she said as she snatched her panties back and put them on.

"I'll stop when you join us one night," Roman offered as he motioned his hand to Winnie.

Tamsin grabbed her shirt, pulling it on like a vest, turning around to face him as she zipped it up. "I do have standards." Shocking. The girl who pumped herself full of enough substances to euthanize an elephant had standards? Even as she said it, she found it hard to believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"And what's that?" Roman asked as he leaned back against the wall on Winnie's side of the room.

"Not you." She smirked towards him as she wiggled into her skinny jeans and fastened them. Tamsin let out a soft sigh of relief now that she was dressed. There was still a bit of time before the Baptism, but seeing Roman in head to toe white get up like a virgin just shit out from heaven, she knew the time was near. If she had to guess, she wouldn't see much of Casper that evening. With the rest of the Reid family present and their clear hatred of her... She'd be left to her own devices for the ceremony.

Tamsin's bare feet tapped along the wood floor as she made her way back to the bathroom, this time closing the door. There was only one instance where she closed the door, and Winnie knew this. It was the one time she wouldn't be bothered. Some shuffling could be heard coming from the bathroom, the sound of the lid on the toilet being moved, some tapping and then the door opened back up. Tamsin walked out sniffing and rubbing her nose, flashing a smile to the other two in the room. It was no secret to anyone at the Academy that she was a junkie. And at this point, she barely felt the effects. It was more like caffeine than a high, no doubt another gift from Lucifer so she couldn't even have an escape or be numb from the torture he's put her through.

She wasn't in the mood to linger and watch the rabbits hump one out before the Dark Baptism. Tamsin didn't even waste her time, finishing getting ready in her room, instead putting her sunglasses on her head and snatched up the rest of what she planned to wear along with her purse. "If you're going to have sex you have about 30 minutes. Not that it would be an issue for Sparky here," Tamsin said as she patted Roman's shoulder. She then grimaced, pinching the fabric of his jacket between her fingers. "Well, if you do you should do it naked. This fabric will wrinkle if you breathe on it wrong."

With nothing more to add, Tamsin nodded causing her sunglasses to slip down from her head and land on the bridge of her nose. "Later, pornstars." She slipped out of their dorm room, closing the door behind her. With a sigh, she walked barefoot down the hallway until she reached one of the small common areas. Thankfully no one else seemed to be there, for the time being.

She found a free spot on the ground and dropped all of her shit. The movement must have startled Chesare, who's white head poked out of her bag to look up at Tamsin, sticking his tongue out at her. "Sorry," she apologized before sitting down next to him. Without needing to rush as much, she lit a cigarette, not particularly worried about getting caught smoking inside the dormitories. Tamsin then took the time to finish getting ready, even putting on a little make up... basically just heavy ass eyeliner.





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Roman's mother had been preparing him for this day for years. What is to be expected of him, what will happen, what it means. But no matter how much she prepared him for it, it still didn't calm his nerves. It was strange for someone like himself to be anxious but this was the day he's been waiting for. To accept Satan into his life, into his heart. To be a servant of the Dark Lord. He knew others trembled at the thought, but he has been waiting for this moment... To make his mother proud.

He started getting ready far earlier than someone normally would, but this was his day. Roman spent at least an hour in the shower, perfecting himself for the Dark Lord. He even decided to shave, trying to be his best self. For months he had his outfit planned and set aside for just this occasion. Rome was never a fan of white clothes, especially an all white outfit. He never found it to be very flattering. But, he knew they were supposed to appear virginal on the night of the Dark Baptism. Being virginal was another thing entirely, but he was twenty-five, what did the Dark Lord expect?

Roman didn't pay much attention to his roommate as he finished getting ready, not that he paid much attention to Bones on most days anyway. He gave himself a final once over in the mirror, slicking his hair back before he grabbed his jacket. He headed out of the boys' dormitory, finally putting his jacket on as he crossed the green toward the girl's dorms. Although they were forced to be in separate buildings, the Academy didn't seem to pay much of a mind to them spending however much time in which ever building they preferred. After all, the Dark Lord had no issue with sexual exploits.

In no time, he had reached Winifred's room. He didn't knock, instead letting himself in as he often did. "Good evening, darling," Roman said in greeting as he crossed the room. He came up behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders before placing a soft kiss upon her cheek. "Beautiful as always."

He softly brushed the skin of her shoulder with his thumb before he made his way over to one of her mirrors to check his appearance again. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his cufflinks. Roman could hear the sound of the shower coming from their bathroom as he looked around seeing the chaotic state of Tamsin's side of the room. "I see the old lady is up at a normal time." He chuckled softly, glancing back over to the stunning red head.

And as if he spoke of Lucifer himself, the brunette came out of the bathroom in a whirlwind. Of course, she couldn't walk past him without their usual pleasantries and banter. As much as she annoyed him, and boy did she... Roman did enjoy catching her when she wasn't presentable. Anyone who thought she wasn't attractive was blind or stupid. And with her fiery nature, she had to be a tomcat in the sack. One day he'd find out. For now, he had to settle for stealing her underwear as she tried to get dress and enjoy the brief extra moment of her naked presence.

Once she was gone, Roman sat down on Winnie's bed. "As much as I'd love a roll in the sheets before signing my name in the book of the beast, I did spend exceptionally long getting ready today." He crossed his right leg over his left. He also knew full well that once she had started getting ready, there was no hope of ruining her work either. What could he say? They were both vain. "Although, I wouldn't mind a celebratory shag later." He smiled at her, raising a brow.

After sometime sitting there, Roman leaned back on her bed slightly, playing with the tassels on one of her frilly decorative pillows."Do you think everyone will go through with it?"

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Casper Reid Character Portrait: Isaac Courtney Character Portrait: Emrys Proctor Character Portrait: Roman Black Character Portrait: Rian Goulding
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Sleepless nights were not a common occurrence for Josie; this one, though, was one for the books.

She had no reason to be nervous. All she had to do was show up in white and sign her name in the book. She'd even picked out her baptismal name - Saengdao. An unusual name, to be sure, but her father had suggested it in the last letter received from home. It means "starlight", and what better than the glitter of a burning star in the cold night sky? The perfect name for my perfect daughter.

Still Josie's heart could not be calmed. She had slept on and off all night, the glow of her clock piercing through the darkness every few hours when she found herself awake again. At last the hour hand pointed at six, and Josie rolled out of bed, ducking into the bathroom for a quick shower and to change into her dress. It was beautiful - a simple silhouette, but the material was silk-smooth and so light, it almost felt like she was wearing nothing at all. The dress had arrived along with her parents' last letter, folded neatly into a brown paper package. See you soon, was marked on the attached card, which was all her mother had to say. Margaery Waterhouse had always been a woman of few words (and many spells, but that was to be expected).

By seven Josie was sitting at her desk, gently patting cold cream onto her face and neck. She tried to move quietly, so she wouldn't bother Constance, but at that moment Bellamy chose to uncurl himself from where he had been lying on her pillow and take a running leap onto Josie's shoulder. Josie put an arm up to stop him, which resulted in his claws digging into her wrist as his back legs scrabbled for purchase in midair. She tried to grab him around the middle - he squirmed out of her grasp and darted across the table, knocking a glass bottle off the table and leaping into the safety of a bag on the floor, flicking his tail in what was clearly a grumpy manner. The bottle clattered loudly to the floor, the sound echoing around the room in the relative silence.

Now Josie was properly awake. She sighed, stooping to retrieve the bottle - which wasn't broken, thank goodness - and set it back on her desk. Her wrist was fine too, bar a few red marks where her familiar's front paws had been. "Sorry," she whispered apologetically at Constance, reaching into the bag to grab Bellamy. He chirped indignantly at her, a high, clipped sound. Josie set him back on the bed, and touched a fingertip to the top of his head, a gentle admonishment. "You stay right there and don't make a mess."

Her morning routine completed, there was little else left for Josie to do. If she had the option to, she would have gone back to sleep for a couple of hours, maybe make sure she was well-rested for the day ahead, but she was entirely too on edge to go back to sleep. Instead, she packed some items into her purse and left the room, not bothering to say goodbye to Constance. Bellamy hurried out of the door after her just in time, trotting alongside her as she made her way to the dining room.

Few people were out and about, and Josie had the luxury of solitude for once. It was odd to be alone, she mused to herself, fetching a plate of fruit pastries and settling herself at the end of one of the long tables, careful not to crease her dress. Often she surrounded herself with so many people, she didn't quite have time for herself. But now she was alone, with the room to herself, save for Bellamy beside her stealing bites of her pastry when he thought she wasn't looking.

Maybe it would do to take her mind off what awaited her. Josie pulled a book out of her purse, beginning to read as she ate. Soon she wasn't thinking of the baptism at all.




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Between Casper and Tamsin's habits, it's pretty safe to say that the average waking time of the Reids at the Academy was not too early. Yet (for what was probably the first time that year), Casper was up by the first ring of his alarm, zipping through his routine of shaving and getting dressed - none too quietly, as was his custom. "Aren't you excited for All Hallow's Eve?" he enthused in Emrys's general direction, not even stopping to see if his roommate was up or not.

Perched on the headboard, Portia cooed affectionately at her master when he reached over to ruffle her feathers. All the same, she scrunched herself down, closing her eyes. Casper could be up early, but she wanted to sleep more, and would no doubt search for him later on when she was well rested. "All right, sleepyhead," Casper laughed, trying to press a kiss to her beak. "See you later." She flapped a wing at him, more annoyed than mad, and went right back to sleep.

First stop on Casper's list was Tamsin's room. More than likely she was still asleep. It wasn't too far from his own room, so Casper zipped over, rapping twice on the door. He allowed barely a second to pass before he tried the knob, which gave way under his hands - he made a mental note to remind Tamsin to keep her door locked - and stuck his head in. Tamsin was, to his surprise, not in; instead he found himself staring at her roommate Winnie... and Roman.

"Oh." Casper stopped short, looking from one to the other, flustered. Everyone knew the two of them regularly had... relations, and for the most part he tried to keep his nose out of their business. At least both of them were clothed, he would hate to be forced to wash his eyes out with bleach afterward. "Sorry," he finally offered, shrugging. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything. Maybe lock your door next time." And leaving them with that suggestion, he withdrew his head and shut the door quickly.

So Tamsin wasn't in her room. Perhaps in the Sanctum? It was highly unlikely she'd turn up to work so early, but then again it was an unusual day. So it was off to the Sanctum this time, Casper running across the school grounds in the direction of the building. Turning a corner, he almost bumped into a teacher - one of the female ones, judging by the sound of surprise she made - but Casper was off in a shot, yelling an apology over his shoulder. Eventually he turned up at the Sanctum, barely even breaking a sweat. Yet even after looking through the shelves, Casper couldn't find Tamsin - the place was completely empty. Once he even chanced to call her name, as loudly as he dared, but there was no answer.

He glanced at the clock, exasperated. He didn't have any more time to spend on looking for his wayward cousin. His parents had already sent notice that they would be arriving extra early that day, just so they could spend time with him before the ritual, and he had to be at the school gates to meet them. And it was almost time.

Reluctantly, Casper left the Sanctum, heading for the school gates. Just as the huge iron structure came into view, a car pulled through the gates, trundling up to the front door. Casper jogged up to the car, his heart swelling at the thought of seeing his parents. "Hey, Mom-"

He stopped short. Both his parents stepped out of the car, but that wasn't all the passengers present. His mother helped a third figure to her feet, and Casper found himself looking down at a diminutive frame, severe grey hair curling around her face. "Grandma Ophelia!" he spluttered, surprised. "I didn't know you'd be coming!"

"Well, I wanted to see how you're doing here. Make sure you're getting a good education," his great-grandmother huffed, grabbing his elbow for support as the car pulled away. "After this, you won't see me until next year when it's your turn, so don't look so dismayed. I'm only here for a day."

But Casper couldn't help his expression, looking up at his parents with wide eyes as he helped Ophelia into the building, her grumbling the whole time. He had to get hold of Tamsin and make sure she was well out of the way.




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Rian was up with the first rays of sun peeking over the horizon, moving mechanically through the movements - brush teeth, shave, comb hair, get dressed. Only today was a special day, of course - the occasion had slipped his mind until he opened his closet to find a white suit, pressed and starched in preparation for today. A thought surfaced briefly in his mind: Today I sign away my name. It didn't inspire any particular emotion in him, and it had sunk back into the mire as quickly as it had come.

He settled himself at his desk, glancing at a small mirror propped in a corner to make sure his hair was properly slicked back. It was. The table's surface, for the most part, was empty, except for two letters which lay in front of him. One was postmarked a week ago; it was brief, and vaguely apologetic. Rian skimmed the page, for no real reason other than to look at the looping, confident letters. Dear Valerian... sorry to say we won't... perhaps next year we might make the trip down... all our love.

That was fine with him. He hadn't really expected anything else. At least his mother had the decency to write to him.

The second letter was much older, the creases in the paper worn and familiar. The ink was smudged and faded in some spots, and the handwriting was cramped and uneven, scrawled in a shaking hand. All the same, Rian could read it perfectly; could probably recite it by heart if he tried. Darling Rian, you mustn't miss me too much... Do look after yourself. I hope you will remain cheerful and strong... and for Lucifer's sake don't pick a name like mine when you get baptised. I would die if you had such an awful name as George. Pick something beautiful, please... Love you always, Anna.

Rian felt no surprise when he moved to put the letters away and found his hands shaking. The first one from his parents was swept away into a drawer, lying haphazardly with a number of similar letters. They all read the same after a while. The second one, the one from his sister, was folded and tucked away neatly into his wallet. "I didn't," he told the sheet of folded paper, looking at it a moment longer before he put his wallet away too. "But you'd probably laugh at what I chose anyway."

His wallowing was interrupted by a single, sharp knock at the door, followed immediately by someone coming in. "I hope you weren’t expecting this room to yourself for the rest of the year," was all the warning Rian had, watching silently as a dark-haired man crossed the room to the empty bed and tossed his things onto it. Rian hadn't, not really, but when everyone else's roommates had moved in and he had been left alone for a couple of months he felt it had been reasonable to grow accustomed to the silence and the empty space. At least he'd been respectful and refrained from allowing his things to migrate to the other side, just in case anyone moved in late.

And now someone had. Rian offered no greeting, instead surveying his new roommate. Tall, and dressed in rather rumpled clothes - oh, and now he was taking a drink from a bottle and offering it to Rian. "A drink before the ritual slaughtering begins?"

Why the hell not. Accepting the bottle, Rian tilted his head back and let the alcohol burn its way down his throat, then handed it back. "Thanks," he began, voice a little raspy from the whiskey. He supposed he should at least introduce himself. "I'm Valerian. Rian." His roommate didn't seem to worry too much about privacy, stripping his shirt off before Rian could look away. "You're... late. Travelling?" he continued, eyeing the other's meagre possessions.

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Constance slept like the dead, knowing full well she wanted to be well-rested for today’s activities. Where after what felt like an eternity, she would be signing her name in the Book of the Beast, welcoming the Dark Lord into her heart for all time and being given immense power and couldn’t wait. Her parents have prepared her for this and even after their deaths, she prepared herself. With her birthday being just the day prior, Constance postponed any and all celebrations until the night of their Dark Baptism. Which she knows killed Luci, but she’d get over it and Constance would make it up to her friend tonight with a small trinket. Everything had to be and, of course, was perfect; her outfit, her hair, her Baptismal name, her sacrifice, everything was ready.

The best part about today was that she had no pesky relatives to entertain: her parents were dead, night father, father figure, uncle, dead, most of her church family was burnt to a crisp when her church back home went up in flames after their attempted treason, and well, the rest of them, both mother’s and father’s sides, decided to keep their distance from the 'black sheep' of the family. While nothing was tied back to her, obviously because a good liar knows exactly how to cover their tracks, it hasn’t stopped relatives from talking and spreading what they think happened. Damien’s way finally caught up to him when her daughter played a role in his demise. I mean, the rumors were right, but they didn't have any proof of that. The Laveau’s rarely chose to leave the safety of New Orleans (and saw her as bad juju) while Lamotte’s had a completely different reason to stay away. They were afraid of her; a girl willing to turn on her own father? A man seen as untouchable all throughout the South. She was something to fear and stay away from like the plague. Constance still thinks its because they have a few rats that slipped through the cracks. But, all the Lamotte’s were one way or another, the whole lot of them were just like her; opportunists, waiting to try and make their way to the top of the heap of the Lamotte family where Constance silently and somewhat secretly reigned.

But, despite what most thought, they didn't hate her. Quite the opposite, they respected her almost as much as they feared her, knowing that if she caught any whiff of weakness, she would eat them alive. Which was the closest thing to love one could ask for from a Lamotte. They sent her a few presents and congratulatory letters, that was all she needed. She didn’t anyone taking the eyes off of her on her special day (yes, she knew it wasn’t technically just her day but, in her mind, it was).

She had finally been woken up when the bottle hit the floor, opening her eyes and immediately sitting up in bed just to see Josie leave her in the solitude of their room. Constance kind of pitied her, she could hear her roommate stirring most of the night, probably buzzing with excitement like everyone else. She slipped her bonnet off to reveal her freshly done finger waves underneath before getting out of bed to start her routine. But, not without a long glance at herself in her mirror. She ran her slender fingers along her jaw, her white claw-like nails softly scratching her skin. Only snapping out of it, when Valentine slithered from under her pillow. With a small smile, she let her familiar make his way up her arm and around her neck before offering him a small peck.

Within an hour or so, Constance was completely done, sure she could have done everything magically, but she wanted to absorb every moment of this day and just savor it. Her makeup done slightly different to fit with the virginal look of her flawless white gown with her putting on the final touch; an inverted cross necklace that she ‘borrowed’ from her father before he was buried. He wore it to his Dark Baptism, as did his father, and his father before him, and she refused to let the selfish, traitorous bastard be buried with it. It fit right under the collar of her gown, out of sight. With a growing smile and a small tear slipping out, Constance let out a sigh. Tilted her head up as she twirled her gown and looked at herself from every angle. Unholy shit, if little Constance could see her future counterpart, she wouldn’t believe in the woman she became. She was everything she dreamed she’d be; powerful, beautiful, and destined for greatness. It was all starting tonight. Constance groaned as she noticed the tear and wiped it away quickly as if at any moment someone would come in and see her tearing up at herself.

pcolor=#863348]“C’mon, Val. Time to address the masses.”[/color] Val made his way back on his perch around his master’s arm before the two left the room in search of interaction to make the time fly but, more than anyone; Luci. That impulsive drunkard had to be around here somewhere, she obviously didn’t find her way into Constance’s room last night after whatever mischief she had gotten into, whining to be held by Constance because she was a fiend for physical contact and it was doubtful she fell asleep in her own bed alone last night seeing that today was the big day both of them had been waiting for most of their lives. All Connie was hoping was that she didn’t go too hard and dead in a ditch somewhere.

Ah, just the orphan she needed to see, Ivy Bishop. Alone without one of her numerous bodyguards. Perfect. “Excuse me, puppy.” Ivy sighed before turning around to face her tormentor who has a shit-eating smirk on her face. “Hi, Constance. Happy Dark Baptism.” The towering woman faked a smile before it faltered, and the smirk returned. “Have you seen your roommate today?” Ivy shook her head. “Nope, I've been at--..” Constance held up a hand. “I didn’t ask for all that. Do you know where she might be?” Ivy took a deep breath, trying to keep the smile on her face as she shrugged her shoulders. Man, messing with the runt was fun, Constance could see the façade slipping away for a brief moment. “She’s your other half, you’d know before me but no, I wouldn’t. She didn’t come to the room last night. Can you just make sure she's okay.” Ivy smiled brightly. Constance could never tell if it was real or if the little puppy was just being passive-aggressive. The witch shook her head. “Aw, puppy, I'm not her keeper, she's fine.” Constance walked away without another word, of course, she was going to make sure she was okay, she knew she was fine, but Ivy didn't need to know that. Constance kept walking for anyone to help pass the time.

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Tamsin made a point of blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of Bones, a perfect example of why Bones put so much faith in her. Even if most everyone else thought she was a cursed bitch. “No. But they make sex eyes at each other when they aren't naked. I can only handle so much of Roman propositioning me into a threesome." Tamsin’s ever attached python climbed it’s way around her ankles while Bones tried not to gag and the idea of joining Win and Roman. Despite Win’s best attempts to be every man’s ideal, the idea of anything physical with her turned Bones off. Tamsin added on, "Although you're welcome to join them. The rabbits are always looking for new victims."

Bones laughed as he stretched out his feet. “Keeping their sex life interesting is your job isn’t it?” He tucked his hands behind his head as he thought about it for a minute. It wasn’t that he was particularly inexperienced, but he’d never partaken in a threesome, which around these parts, did seem to scream inexperience. So he was hardly going to announce that. “Far too many moving parts for me.”

Tamsin then went through the usual and expected cussing out of The Dark Lord, before Lucia appeared as if summoned my anyone talking shit about her master. She jumped onto the couch, pressing herself right up against Bones, despite the fact that rest of the couch was vacant. Bones wriggled to gain himself a bit more space from her, reminding himself, as he often had to in her presence, that she didn’t mean anything by her affectionate nature.

“Oh, is this where we’re smoking?” She asked as she lit up right next to him. And as he inhaled a large whiff of smoke filled nicotine, he took every ounce of his will power to resist the hacking cough building up in his lungs. He wasn’t that sickly kid anymore, he could handle a little smoke without turning into a party pooper.

Was smoking, I know we like to destroy our bodies, but others don't have that luxury." Tamsin butt in quickly. Which just proved to Bones that she was the right person to hitch his wagon too, even if had to store away scraps of her kindness before she returned to snappish and blunt.

However it also rankled his fragile sense of pride. He didn’t need her looking out for him, he was practically, almost, a healthy twenty three year old. “It’s fine.” He grumbled to Lucia with a frown before glaring over at Tamsin. “She’s not my nursemaid or whatever you fucking had back in your day.” Of course, his words were punctuated by a slight cough he managed to mostly smother.

He was saved as Taylor joined the room, an awkward distance away too, as if not sure if she actually wanted to join them or not. “Morning, Folks” She said giving them a bare glance, which he responded to with a nod and half wave. They weren’t really friends, so not really his problem to give her a proper greeting.

Tamson picked up where they left off and the conversation moved on to petticoats, whatever they were, and scandalous ankles. Bones for his part laughed at all the appropriate moments, Tamsin did know how to entertain. Then the conversation turned to orgies, why did all the conversations in this place always curve their way back to orgies?

“Now, Tamsin. There are plenty of orgies and whatnot all around the academy now, you just haven’t been asked to join.” Constance Lamotte swept into the room filling up every corner of it with her usual brand of prideful sting.

“As oppose to you, who has been explicitly asked not to join.” Bones said immediately without looking her way, his eyes on his boots that he was kicking together. To him, Tamsin was the shit, so he’d jump down anyone’s throat who tried to talk trash about her.

He resisted a sigh as Lucia jumped up from next to him and turned into the clingy version of herself who acted like a fucking cat, purring for attention from her master. He didn’t listen in on their interactions either, in fact he tried very hard to avoid looking at them, as he caught Taylor’s eye and pretended to vomit. The truth was Lucia was one of Bones’ good friends, she was an honest to the Dark Lord good time. But the state she defaulted to around Constance was tragic.

Bones shot them an obvious fake smile as they made their exit. He rolled his eyes at Tamsin, “Too late to lodge a petition against her joining our coven? I’m sure I could get a million signatures with a little effort.” With a laugh he got to his feet and stretched out his arms. “I’ll catch you at the Baptism, I’m going to find Josie.” With a grin he left her to finish off whatever girly shit she had left to do.

He found Josie absently bent over a book in the dining room. So much so that he was able to approach her without her notice, slumping into the seat perpendicular from her. “How’s Josie, where's the pussycats?" He grinned at himself as he stretched out his legs under the table, crossing them at the ankle. "Almost time for that pesky baptism thing.”

He grabbed a fruit pasty off her plate and begun to destroy it, ripping off bits of pastry to eat at random. He looked over at her and took in her white outfit, she looked nice, far too well-groomed to be offering herself to their Dark Lord. “You’re not nervous are you?” He asked as he turned back to his pastry, the simple question was as much care as his pride allowed him to, she wasn’t going to get a concerned gesture too. “Little hint, make sure you’ve got your baptismal name sorted beforehand.” His lack of pre-planning resulted in a moment of panic, and was why he was now stuck forever with, Hawk, as his baptismal name. Try not to judge him to harshly, he was sixteen at the time.

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Some time had passed before anything happened. While Josie read, students moved in and out of the dining room, chattering to themselves, though she drew no attention to herself; and for their part nobody called her name, leaving her to her blessed alone time.

That is, until someone dropped into the seat next to her, their legs nudging hers as they stretched out under the table. "How's Josie, where's the pussycats? Almost time for that pesky baptism thing."

She looked up, already pushing down the burst of annoyance that flared to life. It stopped dead in her throat, disappearing just as quickly when she saw who her newfound companion was. "Bones, good morning," she greeted, slipping a bookmark between the book's pages and carefully flipping it closed. "Have you had breakfast?"

The answer to her question came in the form of a pastry being stolen from her plate. Bellamy chirped once, his estimation of a laugh, before joining Bones in his thievery. Josie glanced from boy to stoat, exasperated.

"You’re not nervous are you? Little hint, make sure you’ve got your baptismal name sorted beforehand," Bones advised, to which Josie responded with a haughty sniff, although she was only joking.

"Of course, do I look like the type to start glancing around in a panic and land on the first name that pops into my mind? You're lucky you looked up into the sky and not down to see a bug," she teased, reaching over to poke Bones's cheek with one well-manicured fingernail. "And that pesky baptism is only the single initiation ceremony we have into the Dark Lord's community."

She took another blueberry danish from the plate, the last piece that hadn't yet been claimed by anyone, biting delicately down. The sugary pastry exploded in her mouth, and she took the momentary distraction to consider that maybe she didn't need to sign her name away to be accepted for who she was—a capable, clever witch.

Another moment, and she banished the thought quickly. Of course she had to do it. It was everything she'd been preparing for, and she had to do it. Everyone had their moments of doubt before their Baptism, and that was fine. As long as she went through with the ritual, everything would be fine. The Dark Lord had all but promised it.

"And how has your morning been so far?" Josie turned her attention upon Bones, taking in his all-black visage, the way he usually was. A raven among the doves. "Have any productive plans for the day?"




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Isaac's awkward introduction was not lost on Rian, although he didn't quite bother making any particular note of it. After all, he wasn't likely to win the "Academy's Best Conversationalist" award any time soon, so Isaac could keep his awkward coughs.

"They still got that Spanish bar where they sacrificed that witch?"

The question caught Rian off guard. He wasn't in the habit of going down to bars, much less knowing their history, but then again it seemed like a question that had been asked in the spirit of seeming friendly; not a real enquiry. Maybe he should attempt to be friendly back. He searched for an appropriate answer.

"I suppose so," the best response he could come up with, delivered in the usual low tone. The answer seemed to satisfy Isaac, who offered him a nod, sweeping out of the room again. "Enjoy offering yourself to the Dark Lord."

Rian stared after Isaac's retreating back, and then at the wood grain of the door as it slammed shut behind his roommate. "...Thank you," he finally said, although no one was around to hear it now.

He took some time longer to make himself presentable, and then, like Isaac before him, swept out of the room without a second glance (although he closed the door much more gently), ducking around the corner and down to the main school building like a shadow in search of some breakfast.

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Bones sighed and guided away Josie’s finger that was pointed at his cheek. He sniffed and leaned his head back. “I don’t know. Winston Worm Burroughs had nice ring to it.” It was supposed to be joke, but he instantly regretted it, he loathed the name Winston, which only worsened when he remembered that he shared it with his father. Hence his determination to go by his childhood nickname. Derived from the insulting taunt, bag of bones.

Bones looked down at the crumbs he'd left strewn across the table underneath him. He pressed his thumb to them and brought them to his mouth. "And that pesky baptism is only the single initiation ceremony we have into the Dark Lord's community."

Bones held up his index finger and leaned in as if he were passing on some great secret. “Pesky and overrated.” Of course, he neglected to mention that he had been as white as a ghost when it'd been his turn to write his name. His lack of bravery, had pissed him off, which resulted in the biggest fight to date that he’d ever had with his father. It wasn’t soon after Bones packed his bag for New York.

Josie went back to finishing her pastry and Bones was able to lean back and look her over. In terms of hiding their emotions, he was a novice and she was an expert. Even as close as they were, Bones often struggled to gauge her, her frowns and jaw clenches were always gone before he could even confirm their existence. He looked away, he wasn't some soft-hearted kid that was going to ask for an emotional update. Josie turned back to him. "And how has your morning been so far? Have any productive plans for the day?"

Bones rolled his eyes but before he could answer his phone started vibrating in his pocket, he knew who it was without even checking. He held it between two fingers and showed it to Josie. “The old man’s in town, he’s been filling up my missed calls all morning.” The buzzing stopped and Bones tossed his phone onto the table in front of him. “So I’ve avoiding the dickweed scheduled in for most the afternoon. But he’s an early to bed type, so I figure I’ve got the night free.” He smirked at Josie as if it were one big joke, she knew all the reasons he didn’t want to see his father. However apathetic joker was far preferable to wounded boy.

He glanced up to find the dining room newly empty. “Speaking of avoidance, you’ve got a very important date missy.” He pulled his lanky frame up and out of his seat then stretched his elbows out wide. With a grin he held out a mockingly gallant hand to help her up. “It’s not every day a girl gets to wear white and speak some old fashioned words in front of a crowd.”


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Tamsin responded first, naturally, and which a chuckle to boot. "No fucking clue. You're new here." She watched him for a moment she took her position of all-knower very seriously, however she hadn’t asked a question so he felt no compulsion to answer, to contradict her statement. "So, what's your name and how do you know about Constance?" He gazed over at Tamsin, and considered his answer. How best to reveal as little as possible. He wanted to keep his cards close to his chest about his history with Constance, or her relations. He also wasn’t quite ready to let Tamsin in on his new body update.

He was cut off from answering the question for a moment when the other girl spoke up. "How could he not know her? She's a complete twat to put things nicely. If she doesn't hate you, there's something wrong. Not like I'm any better honestly though." She was sitting close to Tamsin but Isaac hadn’t even noticed her, though he rarely paid attention to things he didn’t care about. However, not many people were allowed the to hang with Tamsin, she was prickly at the best of times. He gazed over the girl, typical all black attire in check, it looked like something straight out of Tamsin’s cupboard.

Isaac shrugged throwing around hate seemed part of the witch gig, since the beginning of time. “There’s a reason that witch sounds eerily similar to bitch.”

It wasn’t long till he was looking back at Tamsin. “Isaac Courtney.” He was certain she’d still want an answer for her question, so he eased himself into a seat opposite them. He wasn’t much a floor sitter “I once knew a relation of her’s.” He held Tamsin’s gaze as he kept his response as vague as possible. He felt no need to fill in any blanks, if anyone wanted to know more about his business they could ask, and he could elect not to answer. He raised a shoulder in a casual gesture that was far too purposeful. “I merely wished to know if she shared the same disposition.” A murderous one, or a traitorous one.

He flicked his gaze over to the other girl with a smirk as he spoke to her instead of Tamsin. “I’m hardly new, though that’s a matter of semantics.” He himself was not new to the Academy, but his current body was certainly new to the academic establishment. Last time he’d been here, he’d stayed seven months and had been going by the name Raphael. Before he'd taken off with a seductive witch and a one way ticket to Puerto Rico, neither had gone well, which Tamsin had warned. He continued speaking to other girl, giving her wink, “Tamsin likes to thinks she knows everything about everyone.” Isaac was never concerned about pissing off Tamsin, he was one of the few with enough time on his hands to out wait her bad moods. Plus if he ever overstepped the mark, he had the luxury of being able to leave the Academy.

Figuring he’d given Tamsin enough hints he rose to his feet and gestured to the door. “Now it’s time to, in the words of Tamsin, watch witches make the worst decision of their lives.” Living the way he did, off the grid and out of Lucifer’s notice, meant that he lacked the luxury of outright criticising Lucifer. Though he didn’t disagree with Tamsin’s sentiments.

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An odd buzzing filled the brief silence between Josie and Bones; the sound caught her off guard, but the boy just fished his phone out, holding it in front of him like it was something dead and decomposing. "The old man’s in town, he’s been filling up my missed calls all morning." Presumably he meant his father, whom Josie had never met but had her distaste all the same, after all he'd done to his son.

"Hmm. I'll be with my parents, but if you need an excuse to keep you busy let me know," she offered, shrugging a single shoulder. She was lucky enough to get along with her family—goodness knows enough students suffered from overbearing or otherwise shitty parents—but she knew enough evasion tactics from her own time spent ducking around uncomfortable questions. Bones was close enough to let himself be vulnerable with her, and she was determined to help if she could.

Of course, as it usually was with either of them, their moment of openness did not last long. Bones's eyes darted around the dining room, and Josie saw his usual veneer slide into place. "Speaking of avoidance, you've got a very important date missy." He stood, holding a hand out to her.

Josie took it, smiling wryly. "With the Dark Lord himself? Why, Mr Burroughs, that would be such an honour." Bellamy leapt onto her free hand, scrambling up the length of her arm to drape himself around her neck, suddenly shy. She laughed and squirmed at the sensation of his fur brushing along her skin, almost tipping over, but then managed to regain her balance, still gripping Bones's hand tightly. "Well. If you're ready to head off." Josie squared her shoulders, shooting him a conspiratorial smile. {b]"Shall we go outside?"[/b]

Hand in hand they headed out of the dining room, ducking through a side door out of the building. It was a beautiful day out, the sun beating merrily down as students and family wandered the grounds. Josie found herself moving towards the front of the school, searching for the car that was bound to pull in at any moment. "I hope you won't be too uncomfortable around my parents. I won't say anything if you conveniently disappear,"
she murmured to Bones, though her attention was focused elsewhere.

Then a grey car pulled into the driveway, and he was completely lost to her. Pulling away from his side, Josie hurried towards the car, waving and calling. Her parents stepped out, her father a stout man in a pressed suit, her mother tall and willowy, both of them exuding a great presence. They embraced their daughter, Josie exchanging a few words in Thai with her father before he reminded her quietly that they should speak in English, given that she was at school and not in the privacy of her own home.

"You'll want to see the church, of course, and perhaps Bones will come along with us," Josie began, suddenly remembering the friend she had left waiting for her. She turned, searching for him. Had he decided to leave after all?




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An agonising twenty minutes passed before Casper managed to get Ophelia and his parents settled inside the church. At least they seemed to find the Academy impressive—Ophelia barely had anything negative to say. On the contrary, she seemed to be glad that Casper, at least, had made it this far (to say nothing of his wayward and less competent cousins).

All the same, once the adults were seated in the church, Casper mumbled a vague excuse about needing to see to something else first. "But darling, I thought you'd be happy to see us," his mother sighed, clearly reluctant to let him go.

"I know, Mom, it's just a small emergency. We could always hang out after the ceremony," he suggested, backing away from their pew. "Save me a seat!" And he turned and bolted out of the church, leaving his mother to listen to Ophelia start up again: "Eloise, you know I love the boy, but he's just too tardy, always rushing around..."

Where hadn't Casper looked? Maybe Tamsin had hidden herself in one of the common areas of the dormitories, rather than in the school building itself. Cursing to himself, he jogged back to the dorm buildings, trying to remember where the common areas were. He didn't frequent them often, preferring instead to hang out in the school building or in his own room.

Finally he caught sight of a familiar shock of dark hair and the lingering smell of smoke, and ducked hurriedly through the door, crashing into someone else standing by the door at the last moment—he hadn't been able to see the other guy from his angle. Casper caught the other person just in time to stop him from falling over, stepping away hurriedly. "My bad, didn't see you there," he gasped, out of breath.

But Tamsin. Casper turned to her, hands held out as if he could keep her from going to the desecrated church. "Grandma Ophelia's here," he announced in place of a greeting. "I mean, I'm going to keep her company... but you had better figure out how to stay out of her way. She's in the church right now." Tamsin was probably going to be at the signing, everyone was expected to attend, but the last thing Casper wanted was for her and the Reids to cause a scene.