Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn's Story

The days of studying magics under the roof of Remington Academy sure pass by in a flash. It has been quite an energetic and eventful year, just like how it has always been before. Before anyone could have noticed, autumn has come. The leaves had abandoned their fresh, tranquil coats of green and slowly turned into a radiant red, embellished with hues of range. It was like every tree was setting ablaze. The breezes had also become chillier, the rains had become denser. There's probably nothing that would be more satisfying around times like this than being able to be around friends and family, together next to the burning fireplace.

All Hollows Eve Ball has become the hottest topic in the past few weeks. It's a rare opportunity for the students to relax and put all thoughts regarding the dreaded lectures and subjects away, in just one night. Everything is now in the stages of preparation and there's definitely not a single wizard and witch in school who wouldn't be looking forward to it. It will certainly be a memorable night for all of them.

But for now, a brand new Monday and another week of hardworking has just begun, lively as ever.


It was yet another beautiful day - the sun was shining, the white cloud drifting peacefully on the sky, the birds are chirping, stuffs like that, and for someone who felt that it would be such a waste to stay still just for one minute like him, it's not a surprise that he had gotten up this early in the morning, even before his alarm clock set off. Not that Vincent would really need it anyway. But you'll never know what will happen in a surprising situation so, just in case, really. Despite not looking like it, Vincent is actually quite punctual, and follows his own schedules orderly. If he had a pet, maybe it would hold the duty of waking him up every morning, but Vincent and familiars don't really get along that much, so he'll pass.

After stretching a little bit when stepping down from his bed, Vincent glanced at the wall him and Chase - the best roommate he had ever been assigned to, who was probably still sleeping peacefully on the other bedroom, with his familiar curling next to him. Chuckling at the sight that he had imagined, Vincent couldn't help admitting how cute the guy is. Normally, Chase is cute and hot, all at the same time, so there's no question over why he was so popular around the the House of Fawkes. He's also a beast on bed too. Vincent mischievously thought, in regard to that time which was long ago now.

There's no reason for Vincent to force Chase to get up this early with him, so he just let the guy continued to wander in the dreamworld. Taking off the white tank top and the pair of shorts that he was wearing, Vincent takes a nice bath and spice himself up for a while in the bathroom. It's not like that he was being flamboyant or anything, but as a self-proclaimed fashionista, he knows he must always looks "just right."

Taking a couple of minutes to put his uniform after having washed every speck of dust off his body, Vincent then applied his favorite Ralph Lauren Polo. He checked if he has everything he needed in his bag, made a sandwich from whatever they have left in the cupboard of the kitchen for his breakfast, and then made his way out of the room. It's still quite early before the first subject of the day which is Divination. However, Vincent has a Transfiguration report that he needed to take care of, so he made his way to the Grand Library of Remington.

As Vincent walked his way through the Common Room, a few Fawkes students walked pass him and greeted, "Mornin' Vince." And he greeted back with his trademark gummy smile. He doesn't bump into anyone who was his acquaintances on his trek to the Library, but that's understandable because sleeping in was a popular habit, after all. But thankfully, he doesn't have to cross path with any of the supremacist jerks either. If I had to deal with them this early in a week, I'll be damned for sure.

Pushing the giant, wooden door of the Library, the first thing that welcomed him was the sight of what would probably a gazillion of books, filling every shelf that is presented. Perhaps it would take even longer than an eternity to sit down and read every single one of them. Greeting the librarian and showing his pass, Vincent headed for the Transfiguration sector to get his materials. Since magic is not allowed here, he has to carried them all by himself, but they weren't that heavy.

And it was when he approached the reading tables that he saw a familiar figure, who was seemingly indulging herself in her books. "Mornin' Eve, studious as ever, eh?" Vincent smiled brightly and spoke not too loudly to gain Evelyn's attention and took a seat across her, "How are you doing, lovely? Did you sleep well yesterday?"

He chatted for a while with her about trivial things, before sighing and come back to the main thing that he was supposed to focus on. "I have to finish this report about the classifications of Transfiguration in great details and I have to hand it in for Prof. Erin tonight or else she'll turn me into a cup or something. Why couldn't it be as easy as Charms?" Vincent whimpered, but then smiled again, "But I guess it was my lucky day to meet the Transfiguration genius here. Hope you can help me a tinny little bit?" He winked to her.

Thanks for Evelyn, Vincent had managed to get the report done, and it's 15 minutes away until the Divination begins. "Well, let's head to our classroom, shall we? It's better that we're not late, Prof. Kang is cool, but she can be scary when she's infuriated."

With that said, Vincent accompanies Evelyn as both of them headed for their Divination Classroom. Walking in, Vincent saw that a number of his friends have made it here, which included Chase, Timothy and Leiyona. "Hey there, guys." Vincent greeted them all with yet another bright smile before sitting down at a seat close to Timothy. Vincent, like many others around school, finds Divination to be a huge laughing stock. However, it was fortunate for him that it wasn't that dreadfully hard for him devour, so the best he could do is to try and earn good scores in tests.

From a stranger's point of view, the cold weather was turning the trees bashful; making their branches shiver and causing their leaves to blush. The year had come as it always did: unfalteringly post-haste, and already the students of Remington Academy were seeing its back.

And yet, there was still so much to be done. Exams, quodpot, inevitable drama... and, of course, the All Hallow's Eve Ball. Halloween on its own was a popular time for the magical folk of the world; potions could be brewed more effectively, divination flowed more freely even into the most closed-off of minds, and magic in general seemed to shiver with anticipation cum October 31st. But with the Ball, there was all the more reason to celebrate. Finally, for one night, students would have the opportune moment to abandon their worries, concerns, troubles, and inhibitions, in favor of freedom and music and fun.

But first they'd have to sit impatiently through one more week of lessons and learning, much to their undoubted chagrin.


Despite the clustering grey that covered the sky, sunlight somehow managed to filter through the drawn curtains. The morning frost glittered outside, and in peaceful slumber, the figure lay beneath layers of fleece and sheet. At least, until a sharp beak clenched down hard on his unprotected ear.

"Ow! Myong mi-?!" An angry hand appeared from beneath the covers, swatting angrily at the barred owl. As the figure raised his head, the bird squawked indignantly, hopping deftly away. Dominic appeared with gritted teeth, raising his other hand to his ear. He noted the blood the cut left on his fingers with annoyance, scowling at the bird as it flew to safety atop the dresser. "Ya! Ikun mwoya?!" The owl only squawked again, and the boy heaved a frustrated sigh as he climbed out of bed. Stopping by the mirror, he inspected the short nick on his ear, rubbing the line of red away with his thumb before grabbing his uniform and getting changed.

By the time he was out the door and on his way to divination, the thin touch of red on the top of his left ear was collecting together and threatening to spill again. It would seem his blood was as stubborn as he himself.

Hardly one for rules or tidiness, Dom's shirt was half untucked, and the black studs (or 'monstrocities', as Professor Wolfart had called them) that adorned his earlobes were enchanted, the white text to change depending on his mood. Right now, they read 'zzz'. Apparently he was still tired.

Walking into the classroom, his eyes quickly scanned the desks. Noting Mac's current absence, Dom walked over to where Vincent and Chase sat, shooting them a lopsided smile as he passed them to sit at the desk behind them.

Fee awoke far more comfortably than her cousin did; to a pleasant voice calling through her door as opposed to a grouchy familiar tearing a hole in her earlobe. Still, however, she moaned in annoyance, pulling the duvet over her head. It wasn't that she didn't like mornings, quite the opposite, in fact. Fee loved the hues of dawn, and the way frost made the grass glitter, and the way the world seemed to wake up all at once. But Fee liked lazy mornings. The mornings when you could rise at your own accord, and wander about your home at a relaxed pace. Sit on the couch for a little while. Read a book. Listen to some music. Drink a cup of cocoa or eight.

This was, unfortunately, a decidedly unlazy morning. And for that reason, despite her urge to remain cozy under her covers, Fee slid out of bed. In a zombie-like state, she wandered in her pajamas down to the common room, plucked a plate from the pantry, upon which a slice of french toast magically appeared. Then she turned on her heel and returned to her dorm room. By this point, her fellow Orendas had learnt not to bother communicating with her. Whilst in zombie-mode, she wasn't exactly communicative, and someone could probably blow up the common around her and she wouldn't notice. They'd have better luck waiting for a post-shower Fee.

After said shower, Fee was considerably more awake. Putting on her uniform and slipping a woolen cardigan over her shoulders -house colors, of course- she made her way to divination. Catching sight of her professor in the hallway, Fee smiled.

"Morning, Professor."

Professor Kang surveyed her, expression humored. "Indeed it is." A single, manicured finger rose to the corner of her mouth, tapping it in indication. With a frown, Fee looked at her reflection in the corridor window. After a sharp, horrified intake of breath, she rubbed aggressively at the toothpaste smudge that marred the edge of her mouth.

"Thank you, professor." A smile tugged at Kang's features, and Fee followed her into the divination classroom.

By the time Fee had made her way to the desk beside Vincent, and offered the group a friendly, "Hey," The smile had returned to her features.

Professor Kang, meanwhile, was back to her typical, calm and collected expression. "Good morning, everyone. I trust you all had a good weekend."

As Vincent sat down in the same table with Timothy, Evelyn also sat down with them, across the table with a visible unpleasant expression. It was only then did he remember that she doesn't really get along with the guy. Facepalming himself, he exhaled a sigh. He should have known by now that even though he got along well with many people, it doesn't mean that they particularly got along with each other either. Hoping that they wouldn't feel too uncomfortable... He sheepishly thought as he cast his gaze around the classroom to see if there's anything interesting.

His stream of thought was cut off when Timothy greeted him and reached out his hand to play with his hat, making it a little bit crooked, stating that he now looked ready to grill some Laveau jerks. Giggling and fixed his hat back to its' original position, Vincent replied, "You might be right, but I'd prefer if I burn them down without even moving an inch of my hat. And you're wearing Men's Hugo, right? Fabulous choice, let me tell ya ~" Timothy is also another precious friend of his and despite being a little eccentric, the guy is reliable. It really is a pain at first to get him to talk, since he was so hard to get, but all efforts paid off, after all.

When Chase spoke up and remarked as of how much he needed an alarm clock more than Vincent needed to study, he chuckled, "Well, I need to do it anyway, whether I like it or not. Prof. Erin will turn me into some sort of public art or something if I didn't hand my report in tonight." Vincent shrugged and laughed, "I just didn't want to kick you out of your beauty sleep so early. Be grateful." He mischievously winked to his roomy. It's always fun having some chit-chat with Chase like this and never would he missed a chance to do so.

Moments later, Dominic entered the scene and Vincent almost felt like his heart was popping the moment he saw the elder Hahn sibling entered the scene. Unlike Chase who outwardly flirted with the guy, he just turned his face away to hide his blushing face. He knows that he's pretty much looking like a teenage girl being lovesick or something, but taking into account of how they are now, he could never mustered up the courage to speak up what he thinks when it comes to Dominic, instead just watching him from afar. But he shouldn't lose his cool, so he tried to smile brightly, "Annyeong, Dom. Have a nice sleep yesterday?" He totally didn't expect that he would spurt that out in Korean, but ol' habits don't die easily.

Luckily, Ophelia also stepped into the classroom almost right away. Turning his attention to her, Vincent tried to distract himself from the fantasies that are whirling around in his mind. Waving to her with yet another bright smile, he greeted, "Mornin' Fee. Sleep well yesterday, sweetheart?" He chuckled as he saw Timothy put his face away, almost as if he's trying to hide from her. It was quite adorable, if he had to say. Ophelia is an endearing girl, and it's not a surprise to see she being loved by many, even Vincent himself, in a brotherly way. She had always looked out for him since they were just kids, so it's natural that he did the same for her as well. If only she didn't have to live in such a dreadful family, but that's not too much of a problem now since he knows Dominic is by her side.

Taking a moment to take a look around, Vincent couldn't help acknowledging how lively the classroom is now since most of the students have arrived. Most of his acquaintances are sitting in the same corner with him. Leiyona is lying faced down on the table, as usual, since Divination and her apparently don't get along with each other, but that's understandable for someone as fierce as her. The geeky boy Collin was smiling to her and Timothy, which Vincent raised his eyebrow at, since it wasn't something you would see everyday. And then it comes to McKenna, who is conversing with her friends. He chuckled slightly as he remembered the last Thursday when they leave a goo bomb disguised in the shape of a love letter in the closet of a Laveau blood supremacist. The look on the jerk's face afterward is totally golden and before the professors could catch their tails, they were long gone. It's never seized to be fun whenever he could sit down and got something cooking with her.

"Have any plan after classes today, Eve?" He smiled and asked Evelyn. He doesn't have a particular plan of what he's going to do afterschool either. Perhaps he should be starting to find some attires for the upcoming ball now. Speaking of the ball, he secretly wondered if anyone would ask him out, or if he had to ask someone out by himself. It's also been a while since the last time he actually do some dancing around, so he got to brush up some practice, too.

When Prof. Kang asked the whole class whether they have had a good weekends, Vincent smiled and nodded to her. Divination definitely wasn't his favorite class, but as with most of the professors in Remington, he holds a huge respect for her. Then, he turned his attention back to the crystal ball sitting in the center of the round table. He knows for sure that he shouldn't trust most of the thing it tells him. Vincent once foresaw that he would be making out with one of the boys he knows, but none of them made him to do that so far. Taking the books and his quill out from his bag, he sat impatiently, waiting for the class to begin.