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Moira Blackwood

"Do we become what society deems us... Or do we choose our own path?"

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a character in “Magic is Might II”, as played by mjolnir

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F U L L 0 N A M E
Moira Blackwood

N I C K N A M E
Mo
Close Friends & Family


A G E
18

S P E C I E S
Human

G E N D E R
Female

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Scottish, German & Russian

D O B
October 23rd



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B L O O D 0 S T A T U S
Pure Blood

H E I G H T
5' 7"

W E I G H T
130 lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Moira has a timeless elegancy about her with an effortless beauty. It's simplistic, without need for embellishment. Her dark brunette hair accents her pale ivory skin in the best ways. The rich chocolate waves bring out the freckles that are sprinkled along the bridge of her nose, along her cheeks and even the tops of her shoulders. Her square jawline contrasts her catlike eyes and pointed nose in a lovely fashion. She is of an average height and slender frame but that does not mean she is weak or to be easily over looked by any means. She is fairly strong for her size and upon closer inspection her muscle density is more profound, but doesn't make her look like any less of a woman. When many see Moira they see her to be hard and cold from her strong features. And although she has a statue-esk physique and demeanor, once someone actually takes the time to get to know her a smile never leaves her lush lips that frame her flawless teeth. Her appearance may make her seem simple, maybe even weak but that just adds to the illusion... And most often underestimate her.

Even though she does not have her Father's blond hair or blue eyes, her name is not needed to know that she comes from her Father. Moira no doubt has his sense in elegant and sophisticated fashion. She carries herself with an air about her that most Pure Bloods learn like a fine art. It is very rare to see her not dressed to the 9. She always believes that she should look her best. Her style would be said to linger around vintage elegance and she's often been described as reminding others of Audrey Hepburn.

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Polite โœฅ Caring โœฅ Independent
Intelligent โœฅ Poised โœฅ Loyal


P E R S O N A L I T Y
Growing up as a Pure Blood is almost like being in a permanent finishing school. But for a majority of her life she has been in the magical boarding schools. Moira was always taught how to carry herself, walk and talk. She was told she had a status to live up to. Being raised in a world like that, by the time you come of age its like second nature. She hardly notices anymore at how eloquently she talks. Her vocabulary extends that past when an average person would know only adding to the illusion of her class. But what comes with elegancy are well placed manners as well. She never forgets to be courteous and polite to everyone, especially her elders. Although some would say that the way she acts is out of arrogance or a vast superiority complex, those whom actually know her know that she just believes in being ones best.

Contrary to how many Pure Bloods seem, Moira just look down her nose at those who have a lesser blood status. She doesn't think the purity of one's magical blood has anything to do with who they are as a person. Same with her thoughts about the Mundane versus Supernaturals versus Witches and Wizards. She is the type of young lady to go out of her way to help others, anyone and everyone. But her views on blood status are sometimes kept rather quiet, and only shared with the most trusted of friends. Something like that could harm her family's status and she does not wish to disappoint her Father. But secretly she thinks that the way the classes are arranged is wrong and that everyone should be treated based on their merit as a person not heritage.

One thing that is undeniably true about Moira is her strong and unwavering loyalty. She has a tough heart, loving and caring very deeply for those close to her. She holds those close to her so dearly and would stand by them through hellfire and death. Betrayal is not something in her vocabulary. Her trust and loyalty takes sometime to earn but once someone has it, it does not falter. She would do anything for them. But when turning the tables if someone she holds with the utmost respect betrays her trust or love, Moira shuts them out completely. She's not one to take kindly to someone hurting her. And even though she was tough and tries not to let her feelings get the best of her, that is a point beyond returning.

B I O G R A P H Y
Moira had an exceptionally ordinary life at least in comparison to others born into a Pure Blood family. When she was young... too young to even remember, her Mother died. She doesn't know too much about what happened because her Father doesn't care to talk about it. Her brother Ramsey was a little bit older when it happened, but they both were so young that it is just like a fuzzy memory of a dream.

Once she was old enough, Moira was sent to all the proper Magical schools for Pure Bloods such as herself to study and become a stronger Witch. Since starting school, more often then not, she can be found with her nose in a book studying more and more magic. Part of this is because she thrives to learn and wants to know as much as she possibly can. But she also wishes to make her Father proud and become a great Witch who could do anything. Someone strong, powerful and unstoppable.


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Q U I R K S
Playing with hair // When Moira is lost in thought or studying she subconsciously twirls her hair around her finger. She sometimes runs her hands through it a lot when she's nervous.

Old fashioned // She tends to dress like she was pulled out of a history book and is very modest in her clothing choices. Even some of the things she says or things that she enjoys seem a bit out of sorts for this era.

Picking flowers // Moira prefers to do homework or read outside, and often while she does that she'll pick flowers and make necklaces or whatever else with them.

Necklaces // She has 2 necklaces that she is never seen without. One is a pearl choker that was her Mother's, and another is a pocket watch her Father gave her.

L I K E S
Dancing // Playing Piano // Outdoors // Flowers // Butter Beer // Flying // Reading // Classical Music // Sunrise // Thunderstorms // Playing in the rain // Animals // Star Gazing // Tea // Movies // Swimming // Climbing Trees // Doodling // Candle Light // Pumpkin Juice

D I S L I K E S
Societal Ladder // Snow // Liars // Stereotyping // Coffee // Debating // Being Proven Wrong // Discrimintation // Animal Cruelty // Insects // Scary Movies

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H O U S E
Laveau

G R A D E
12th

W A N D
11 ยผ inches // Rigid // Ivy // Basilisk Skin

Q U O D P O T
Moira enjoys Quodpot quite a bit and plays recreationally. But when it comes to Remington's official Quodpot teams, she believes her place is in the stands supporting her house.

P A T R O N U S
Panther

B O G G A R T
Moira's deepest fear is disappointing those who believe in her and being alone. So her Boggart is her Father who seems upset, nearly on the edge of tears. He won't meet her gaze, just looking at the floor. And no matter how many steps she takes or how fast she runs she can never reach him.

S T R E N G T S
DADA // Moira has been taught the Dark Arts since before she was in school by her Father, who also happens to teach said class at Remington. She has also taken it upon herself to learn more challenging independent Dark magic.

Dark Magic // She has an innate talent when it comes to the different types of Dark Magics if that be Shamanism, Voodoo or even the more dangerous and temperamental. She is exceptionally skilled with the Dark Arts in comparison to other magics.

Divination // The possibility of foresight as always interested her and although it doesn't come quite naturally to her, she studied in it quite heavily so that she could become talented.

Dueling // Although only in practice, she has been known he quit quick and fast on her feet with defensive and offensive attacks.

Wandless / Non-verbal Spells // She spends just as much time of studies practicing doing magic without her wand and even trying to cast spells without the incantations so her opponents won't know what attack to expect.

W E A K N E S S E S
Transfiguration // She's can change the shape of things but never to what she wants. Occasionally she's accidentally killed a mouse or two, so she refuses to try it on her cat.

Herbology // Moira loves plants and nature, but she has a habit of killing nearly any plant she gets.

Potions // She can count the right amount of ingredients but for some reason it never comes out right. Clearly its not her thing.



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A F F I L I A T I O N
Moira is on the fences with a lot of her thoughts. She doesn't agree with the segregation between blood statuses and thinks everyone should be treated based on their merits as a person. But she also wants to make her Father proud which would mean following in his footsteps. She's naturally gifted with Dark magic and her power is only growing stronger. But the big question is will she follow in her Father's footsteps or take her own path?

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Her mother has been dead as long as she can remember so all she knows are pictures and stories. Moira by definition is a Daddy's girl, and nothing makes her happier than having him as a teacher. Then there is her brother Ramsey, whom she attends school with and has a very complicated relationship.

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She has an all black cat she got her first year of school named Jinx. She is usually either lazing about in her dormitory or tagging along to Moira's classes.

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Moira has a pocket watch that used to be her Father's that she is always wearing. Upon independent studying deeper into Voodoo, she enchanted the watch and tied part of her soul to it. She hasn't told a single soul about this, not even her Father and this is one reason why she does not part with it for anything.


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So begins...

Moira Blackwood's Story

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Nori Camila Oaxley-Pado Character Portrait: Evelyn Wright Character Portrait: Joshua Woodbury Character Portrait: Mackenzie Xantara Character Portrait: Koda Cheveyo Character Portrait: Kieran Grimm Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Lavander Reed Character Portrait: Layla Tyne Character Portrait: Marina Rioni Character Portrait: Simon Rioni Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld

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00000...Remington's academic year is in full swing. The leaves began to turn deep shades of red and rusted oranges. Students study for their OWLs or practice Quodpot out in the quad. And when the free time comes they prepare for the All Hollows Eve Ball that will commence in a weeks time. A celebratory dance to celebrate the new world order, Remington and her students. Now starts another week of classes bright and early an autumn Monday morning.



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Being the morning bird she was, Moira was up long before the sound of her alarm or the starting of the chirps outside her window. She was to the baths and back before another student even stirred in their beds. She'd be lying if she denied the fact that she spent more than what was necessary on her appearance. But it seemed to be one of the few things she had control over in her life so she insisted on doing it regardless of time.

Unlike his sister, Ramsey hated the bloody morning and would much rather spend the remainder of the day in bed. He detested going to class nearly as much as he hated the school and practically everyone in it. He growled at the annoying noise that was his alarm clock blaring in his ears. He tried to roll over and smother his head in the pillow but to no avail. With a growl he yanked the clock from the wall then chucked it across the room at Drachen's head. "Oy! Asshole!"

He stumbled out of his bed, cursing as he stumbled over the mess of shit they left strewn upon the floor. Ramsey shuffled his way around the room in just his boxers, scratching his abdomen while yawning. He looked back over to Drachen, rolling his eyes. "Get up you lazy ass!" He ripped the blanket from him and chucked it across the room.

It didn't take long for him to get dressed in his far too expensive uniform. He snatched up his books and let Lenox, his quite large and hairy tarantula climb its way up onto his shoulder. "I'm going to go get Moira. You coming?" He slid on a pair of sunglasses while looking back towards Drachen.

Moira had finally finished getting ready just on schedule like every other day. She scooped up her books and slid them into her backpack. When she went to reach for her wand her hand started to feel around but came up empty handed. "Where in the world..." She whispered to herself as she looked around. Her eyes locked on her mischievous kitty, "Jinx?" Moira smiled as she walked over to her cat, carefully scooping her up into her arms finding her wand beneath her. "Stinker."

After finishing to collect her things, she headed out of her room only to be stopped running straight into a wall of a chest. She slowly glances up with a smile on her facing. But it quickly fades when she locked eyes with a hairy spider. She thought that maybe it was someone else and instead it was her brother. "A smile for me? You're too kind."

She scoffed, "I thought you... Were someone else." She held the door open waiting for her cat to prance out after her.

"Might I ask who you were expecting then?" He put his hand against the wall, blocking her in the doorway.

"No one." She slammed the door behind her and ducked under his arm.

Ramsey clenched his jaw as he shifted to offer his arm to his sister, "Come Moira, time for Divination."

Moira picked up Jinx and began to stroke her ears as she paced around the common room. "I do know how to get there brother." She had no desire to walk there with her brother because that not only meant him but most likely Drachen as well. Instead she continued to doddle around the common room hoping that someone else would walk past and save her from having to accompany her brother.

Ramsey slammed his fist against a near by table which made Moira jump and Jinx just about jump from her arms. She held her breath waiting for the price of denying him, but thankfully before he could do something a couple Laveau students walked through the common room waving towards her, "Hi Moira!" She waved back with a smile.

He angrily pushed off the table, "Don't be late for class or Father will hear about it." Without another word he adjusted his blazer and made his way to class, leaving Moira waiting in the common room.

Ramsey got to class with plenty of time to spare. He took his usual seat towards the back in the darkest corner of the room. He kicked the chair in front of it, spinning it around so he had a foot rest. He then leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest and waited, staring at the door.

Chase was sound asleep for far too long and would have remained so if it weren't for the sounds of already loud and rambunctious Fawkes kids weren't running around the common room. His blanket had long abandoned him somewhere in the middle of the night, along with an arm and leg both dangling over the edge of the bed. When the scream of a first year echoed outside his door he startled awake and fell to the ground. "What did I miss?" He wiped drool from his cheek as he looked around lethargically.

It 3 yawns and a good couple dozen of rubs to his eyes before he was able to actually open them enough to look at the clock. When he was able to read what it said he was up faster than he thought was possible, "Shit!!" He darted around the room, stubbing his toe on something new every second or two. "God dammit..."

Somehow he managed to get dressed in 2 minutes flat. His shirt tail was untucked, tie untied just dangling around his neck and a vest loosely draped on his shoulders. He ran out of his room shutting the door behind him. After a second or two he ran back, "Fritz!"" The dark ferret scurried out from under the blanket on the floor. Chase quickly snatched him up and placed him in his backpack. He grabbed a beanie that laid on the ground and then sprinted for class.

He was nearly to class, tugging the hat onto his head to cover his messy bed head. But then he was stopped dead in his steps when he nearly slammed in Professor Blackwood. "Professor."

He nodded his head before going to run around him. He was almost in the clear when the teacher grabbed him by his backpack and spun him around. "Not so fast."

Chase sighed, "What is it this time?" He said while sloppily tucking in half of his shirt.

"Get that uniform tidied up before class or you'll get another detention. Unless you'd fancy cleaning the owlery... Again." Professor Blackwood smiled slightly before nodding his head for Chase to hurry off.

He smiled towards the teacher, "Thanks!" He then continued towards class while finishing tucking in his shirt and tying his necktie.

Chase entered the class room not a moment after he finally got his uniform in order. He let out a relieved sigh before making his way to a table somewhere in the middle of the classroom. Once he sat down, Fritz wasted no time in running out of the backpack and moving to curl up into a ball in his lap.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Vasilia Anastassia Volkov Character Portrait: Nori Camila Oaxley-Pado Character Portrait: Evelyn Wright Character Portrait: Joshua Woodbury Character Portrait: Mackenzie Xantara Character Portrait: Koda Cheveyo Character Portrait: Kieran Grimm Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Lavander Reed Character Portrait: Marina Rioni Character Portrait: Simon Rioni Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld

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Another monday morning had appeared out of nowhere - just like the weekend just passed by on a firebold broomstick. Another week with classes and probably even more homework was ahead of them. And not to mention the All Hollows Eve Ball taking place in just a weeks time! Making most of the girls giggle in expectation, and most of the boys just walk around mumbling and being nervous.

The season was getting darker, and autumn was showing clearly. The leaves turning in to different shades of yellow, orange and red. Giving the illusion of the tree's being on fire. Rain season had begun. And whenever it happened to rain, the drops where smattering softly against the leaves creating a calming sound very fitting to the beautiful season. As the weather was getting harsher - so was the waves further down at the gulf of Maine. Smashing against the cliffs as a result of the winds and the currents.


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For a change, the sky was clear today. Making a stream of sunlight finding its way between the red velvet curtains in Tim's room. He was already awake. Not that he was a "morning person", but rather not sleeping much at all - resulting in a slight shade of dark bags under his black eyes. Instead of studying or spending time on his appearance, he was killing the time with push ups.

In the corner of his eyes he could catch a glimpse of his black rat Nightmare, who was climbing up his bed and making hissing noises.
"Don't give me that look Mary! Just a couple more!" he gasped as the sweat trickled down his face. Doing a couple more push-ups, he then stood up and grinned. "200!" he said and wiped his forehead. Being topless, he did not have to worry about any tshirt getting sweaty. But he did have to freshen up, shower, before classes. So he headed for the baths, but stopped on the way like he'd forgotten something. "Oh right!" he said as he went back to the desk, pulling out a drawer and finding half of a meatball he'd snuck out from dinner yesterday. "Here you go my lady" he said in a joking "noble" tone as he gave the food to the black rat sitting on his bed. She grabbed it from his hand and immediately started to munch on it, making her whiskers twitch up and down as she was chewing.

Timothy was not the guy to care for his appearance. After washing away all the sweat and now smelling "presentable". He just took some quick strokes with the toothbrush, putting on some deo and perfume and slipped on a pair of black pants (tight around his ankles and a bit baggy around the bum), a white shirt and a grey knitted cardigan. The neck tie was one of his "things" always wearing ones with chaotic patterns on. Today wearing a checked one.

His hair was still wet (almost dripping) when he left the dormitory and headed for the divination classroom. He let his fingers slide through the blond locks, almost making his hair even more messy.That rule with "hair should be coiffed" was not a possibility for Tim. His hair was just naturally a curly chaos, making even the teachers realize the fact and start to give up.
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Being a "night person", Yona hated mornings.. especially monday mornings. She was still asleep, her leg wrapped around the blanket "embracing it" as she sleep like a log. Her golden hair was spread out on the pillow, almost looking like some kind of gloria around her peaceful face.

"Thats not how you brew a wiggenweld potion... " she mumbled and turned around in her bed. Leiyona was quite famous for talking in her sleep, whether she liked it or not. Her biggest fear was probably blurting out something brutally honest (hurting someone) or talking during the nightmares she sometimes had about her fathers death. Not that she thought her roomie, Ophelia, would judge her. But Yona was not ready to open up quite yet. Instead, she was always putting on that "brave" facade.

Her beauty sleep was interrupted by the sound of the alarm, making Yona wrinkle her nose and yawn. She fumbled for the clock and was eager to turn off the terrible noise giving her headache. She stood up on wobbly legs and dragged herself out in to the little living room she shared with Fee. Scratching her leg and heading for Ophelias room, almost in a zombie-like state. Instead of bursting in, she just knocked on her door, letting out another yawn."Rise and shine beautiful" she said before heading to the bathroom. Only wearing panties and an ugly oversize tshirt - she started to get ready for the day. Yona was not the girl to "spend hours" on her appearance. She was like a robot in the morning, and did what she had to do. To be able to sleep for as long as possible, she compromised it by being very efficient.

Getting cleaned up, brushing her teeth, putting on her make up. Mainly being a pitch black dip-liner giving her the "cat eye" look. Back to her room - putting on her school uniform. White button up shirt with a big black neck bow, brown cardigan with black buttons, black short pleated skirt. Nude pantyhoses and beige over knee socks with 2 white stripes on. The over knee socks being her attribute to the otherwise boring dress code.

She combed her hair and styled it in two braids before feeling "satisfied". Before leaving for divination class, she went for her bed to pick up her backpack with books. Giving Gulliwer, her beautiful orange bengal cat, a few strokes- making him purr.
"Im leaving for class Fee!" she announced before walking out from the dormitory and steering her steps towards the classroom.

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On his way to class, Tim recognized the familiar backside of Leiyona. The two golden braids and the over knee socks giving her away. Since she still had the "upper hand" on their pranking games, he decided to get revenge. A bright smile appeared on his face as he sneaked up behind her, putting his fingers to each side of her tiny waist.

"Iiiiiiiiihh" a loud squeak sounded as she half jumped while turning around. Not that she was surprised, looking up and facing the tall and goofy figure of Timothy Cohen. Sighting when seeing the spark in his black eyes and the smug smile on his lips, flashing his distinct smile dimples. Yona just gave him her famous "furious look", almost having flames in her pupils.

"You will pay for this! Remember the worms in your spaghetti? I can do much worse. Just wait and see" she said with a serious, steady and sharp voice. Exposing a slight tone of her Scottish accent. Put together, meaning she meant business. She corrected her cardigan, rolling her eyes while turning around tripping off for class not waiting for Tim at all. She sat down at the back of the classroom, close to the windows and sank down. Leaning her face forward, almost lying down on the desk - not much different from a melted puddle. Divination was not one of her strengths. It was however something she believed in, even so- still being her precious "nap time" and making her yawn.

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Tim on the other hand, was taking a seat close to Chase. "Blue" he greeted him just nodding short. Then leaning forward and letting the dark eyes gaze down in Chase's lap - seeing the little black ferret curled up in a ball.
"Hello there little friend" he said, looking down. Reaching forward with his arm to stroke the extremely soft fur - just 2 soft strokes before leaning back on his chair again.

The whole thing probably looked extremely wrong/comical to the ones not knowing Fritz was lying in Chase's lap. But that was just typical Tim. Not respecting personal space, not thinking of his surroundings and very often doing awkward things / saying something that could be misinterpreted. He pulled out the books, dropping them on the desk with a muted thud. Before gazing over his shoulder (looking at the door) to see who else would show up...

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Kieran Grimm Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld

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Fall was certainly in the air during the fresh Monday morning at Remington Academy. Students worried over the O.W.L.S would be spending their leisure time studying in hopes of achieving a passing grade while the popular Quodpot players would worry abut bring their house to glory with the matches to come.

As the leaves changed their beautiful colors, the students seemed to be changing as well. The long anticipated All Hallows Eve Ball was just around the corner and who was going with who seemed to be the hottest topic. Scoring a date to the ball seemed to be much more stressful than any exam or ongoing war.




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An alarm clocked sounded as Drachen laid perfectly still in his sleep unbothered by the sound. He was too busy being engulfed by his own dreams of glory and power to truly care about his roommates loud awaken or decision to throw the annoying alarm clock at him. "Oy! Asshole!" If the clock were meant to hit him, Ramsey most certainly did a horrendous job at that as it merely grazed his hair and skipped off the floor with a loud crash. Drachen did not stir from his sleep despite knowing fully what was to come just like every other morning.

Drachen's sheets had been ripped from him as his roommate lurched over him in his boxers in his typical angered fashion that often made others wonder who was the calm one of the two. "Get up you lazy ass!" His voice seemed to echo through the room as Drachen opened his eyes and proceeded to roll them in utter annoyance. Drachen was half tempted to command Loki to attack for the sake of teaching his roommate a lesson but then that would kill off his only male partner in crime.

Drachen first threw his feet off the bed in order to sit up just as Loki awoke with a jump in his step as he ran over and came to a halt before his owner. Drachen rubbed his eyes and stretched a bit before patting Loki on the head and beginning his morning routine. He grabbed a shake green in color and chugged it down with little effort before getting dress in his suit rather quickly for the day though the process of Drachen doing his hair took much longer when Ramsey cried out to him once more. "I'm going to go get Moira. You coming?"

Drachen did the last finishing touches on his hair before straightening his outfit out and making sure everything was perfect before responding to him. "You should know by now that perfection like this can never be rushed, Ramsey." Drachen smirked as he followed behind with Loki just at his heels as per usual. Drachen hardly payed any attention to who he passed by or who he managed to knock down with a bump of his shoulder as they mus be beneath him considering he didn't take the time to acknowledge them. He caught wind of Moira and Ramsey with their usual banter.

Drachen had made a comment just as Ramsey had left his sister to find a seat for their divination class. "I wonder who you were hoping to bump into over your darling brother." He gave her a subtle wink as he disappeared into the Divination classroom to take his usual seat next to Ramsey as he looked around the room wondering where Helena was.

Helena's morning seemed to be much quieter. She did awake to the sound of the alarm and brought her hand down to silence it before stretching all across her wiping off the bit of drool on her cheek from being lost in her dream. It took her a few more minutes of tossing around and stretching her joints to a pop to finally get herself out of bed. Athena awoke in a similar fashion before leaping to her bed to get in a few pets and rubs from her owner. Helena soon stood up as she walked with light feet over to her roommate's bed and pulled the cover down just enough to get of a glimpse of Kieran's face.

Helena leaned down and spoke softly into the girl's ear to wake her. "Time to wake up, my love. You don't want to suffer being late for class." Her lips curled in a smirk before she planted a kiss upon Kieran's forehead and went around the room getting her things together for the day while Athena watched intently. Helena was fully dressed and combed through her curls deciding to let them cascade down instead of hiding her gorgeous locks in a neat bun.

Helena was ready to leave though she did make a stop at her special alter to light an incense of frankincense as a homage to Hades as All Hallows Eve was just around the corner. She could very well light a candle to Aphrodite to ensure the perfect date to the ball though Helena preferred not to trouble her beloved Goddess over such a simple manner. After all, who would ever deny Helena Eld?

Not taking the time to see if her roommate was behind her, Helena opened the door and call out to Athena. "ฮˆฮปฮฑ." Athena sprung from Helena's bed and followed at her blue heels as she walked down the corridor begrudgingly having to button her shirt up to the collar after a teacher took the time to stop her. She passed a few students and greeted them with a flirtatious whip of her hair before finally deciding to enter her Divination class where Drachen and Ramsey already were while Athena waited outside the room with Loki.

Helena walked into the room purposely swaying her hips. She greeted her brother with a hand on his shoulder but quickly drew her attention to Ramsey as he sat next to Drachen. "Good morning, Ramsey." Her voice almost purred as she stood behind him and leaned down with her arms draped over his shoulders and her hands on his chest. "I just love you in a suit." This time her voice purred into his ear as she smirked and finally took a seat next to Drachen who seemed on the edge of steaming though he was clever enough not to say anything just yet though Helena wasn't helping. Though she was more concerned over who she wanted to score as her date to this ball.

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There is a long list of things and people that disgust Vladik Volkov, and a slightly narrower one for things that incite him to lose his temper. Divination was one that covered both spectrums. The class itself was a complete joke in his opinion, an unless way to fill in the curriculum that could have easily been put to better use. Not that it mattered, regardless of his protests in high places, there was nothing within his power to eliminate the class. The young man stared deep into the stained glass ceiling, his brain conjuring up with a million other things he'd rather do with his precious time on a Monday morning. Much like any other day, Vladik had been unable to get as much as two hours of uninterrupted sleep. Not that it mattered, most times his training as a Death Eater took place in unholy hours. Where most slept cozy in the comfort of their beds, Vladik kept himself busy in the way he best saw fit.

Vladik's head rested comfortably against his pillow, his wide arms stretched out, hands supporting the nape of his neck. His naked body laid on top of his thousand thread count Egyptian handmade cotton sheet. Even as the chilly wind began to fill the air, it was never cold enough for Vladik to go out of his way and sleep in anything other than his birthday suit.

An empty bed was placed not too far away from his. A grin drew upon Vladik's lips at the fact he no longer had to share his safe haven. It was only after the incident with Oliver Brodie that the headmaster had finally given up in his attempts to force anyone to co-inhibit the little fortress Vladik had built for himself the moment he was assigned the dormitory. One can only imagine the disgust after Vladik found out he'd have to share his living space with a muggle-born. No doubt a punishment for all the problems he had caused over the course of his student life. Oliver would always wake up in horror in the middle of the night with Smert clinging onto his neck, hissing and ready to pounce. Despite being four years older, young Vladik often found ways to mortify the older classmate. It wasn't until after months of Vladik's bullying and Smert ate his familiar that the Laveau student asked to be transferred from Remington altogether. It was one of the many times in which Moira had been there for him and helped him out of trouble.

It didn't take him long to get ready, his expensive uniform meticulously already ironed from the previous night. His appearance was utterly flawless, not a single strand of hair out of place, expensive cologne, and tidiness that is nothing short from impressive. Moments before he headed out, Vladik packed his essentials, his leather notebook along with his digital camera. As always, he walked into the common room in an utmost dignified manner, his appearance frightening to some of the younger students who knew better than to directly face him. Some of the children quickly rushed out of the common room at the sight of him, the redhead resembling royalty, Remington being his kingdom.

Vladik's grin made yet another appearance as soon his eyes fell upon Moira, staring deeply into her before he leaned against the wall with his wide arms crossed on his chest.

"I still can't believe we have to start our day with that shitty class," Vladik said with his usual thick accent, a heavy emphasis on his S's that made them sound like Z's. Annoyance at the tip of his tongue with every word that came out of his lips, already ready to lose his shit at such an early time of the day.

"I swear, one of these days they'll realize what a waste of time divination is," he continued, his tone of voice changing merely from being around her. His arms unraveling before he moved closer to take a closer look on her even if he had her entirely memorized from top to bottom.

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld

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Moira's gaze drifted from her brother who promptly left her in the common room with Jinx in her arms. She let out a soft sigh but only to tense up slightly when Drachen spoke towards her. "I wonder who you were hoping to bump into over your darling brother." Then gave her a subtle wink.

As he walked out to meet her brother she muttered under her breath under after him. "...Not you."

She kept checking her watch while holding her little black fur ball. Moira had more than plenty time to get to class. She had no desire to be stuck in a seat between her brother and Drachen. So that was one of her many reasons for staying behind and waiting. The nice thing about her spending time with Vladik was that spending time with him usually kept the other two at bay. Vladik, Ramsey and Drachen were no doubt labeled the big bad assholes in the school, and Moira was one of the few who got the luxury of being around them more than others. Although her brother and Drachen were inseparable, Ramsey and Vladik hated each other, so that gave Moira a more than welcome reprieve when she was around one of her closest friends.

Moira's mind kept wondering down a certain path, the path of a red headed Russian. If her brother knew even a fraction of those thoughts it would end in a bruised rib or black eye. But thankfully in her mind she was safe, at least for now. She was quickly brought back to reality when the other students in the common room started to rush out into the hall causing Jinx to jump out of her arms and rush off too. "Stupid cat."

She has about to try to chase after the feline until she heard a voice come from behind her. "I still can't believe we have to start our day with that shitty class." Moira smiled and chuckled under her breath as she slowly pivoted on her heels to face him. She knew it was him just by his voice before her gaze even locked onto him. He cleaned up well, he always had. There was something about him in his uniform that was always pleasing to gaze upon for her. But the best part was his grin that she was one of the lucky few to witness. "I swear, one of these days they'll realize what a waste of time divination is."

Vladik's demeanor seemed to change ever so slightly while he was around her. Moira's hand lightly rested on the table top at her side as his arms uncrossed and he took a step towards her. His gaze was intense and direct which made her heart quicken beneath her ribcage and a warming sensation rise in her cheeks. She cleared her throat slightly as she broke his gaze, her sweet smile returning to her lips. "Noch, you just don't like the class because you're bad at it." She playfully poked his chest with her right index finger.

Moira moved to stand beside him, slipping her right arm under the crook of his left, letting her hand gently rest in the bed of his arm. She then started out towards the hall alongside him. "You know if you asked me nicely, I know it's difficult for you to be nice." She lightly bumped him in a teasing manner, "But... I could help tutor you in Divination."

Ramsey remained still and silent as he watched others begin to file into the classroom. The lower the blood status of the student the greater the sneer across his lips. Although his gaze was fixated forward, he still noticed the arrival of Helena. "Good morning, Ramsey," She purred in his ear. Her hands ran from his shoulders down to rest upon his chest. "I just love you in a suit."

He held out his palm allowing his furry Tarantula friend to climb into it not sparing Helena a glance, chuckle or even a smirk. "Leaves me to wonder how I fail in comparison in other clothing... Or none."

When Moira and Vladik arrived in the classroom, Ramsey sat up in his seat. If looks could kill, Vladik would have dropped dead in an instant. With a swift movement of his foot he pulled back the adjacent chair and motioned towards it for his sister. But the moment Moira saw that her gaze drifted away and she moved towards an empty table at the front of the room. She had to deal with him everyday, sitting next to him in class as well would drive her crazy.

It wasn't long after Chase arrived to class that more came entering. In no time Tim made his way over to his table giving him a nod, "Blue." Chase smiled giving him a slight wave of the hand while he took a seat beside him.

He chuckled when his friend reached over to pet the little sleeping Fritz whom laid in his lap. When Tim withdrew his hand, the little black fur ball yawned and stretched before looking between the two with big eyes. "Now you've got him started." He smiled, moving a free hand to rub the animal's stomach.

Blue's attention was quickly drawn to the voice of another on comer. "Hey there, guys."

"Man why do you have to get up and do school stuff before school?" He raised his brows suggestively. "Maybe I need an alarm clock more than you need to study." Chase chuckled before yawning and scratching his head under his beanie.

His gaze drifted towards another who entered the classroom which quickly caused Blue's entire demeanor to change to a more slick and flirtatious Chase. He waited for Dom to take a seat at the table behind them before he completely turned around in his chair so that his arms were crossed over the back. "Looking good as always Dom." He gave a seductive smirk. "I do enjoy seeing you in a tie... The things I could do with that tie." Blue gave him a less than subtle wink.

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Vasilia Anastassia Volkov Character Portrait: Evelyn Wright Character Portrait: Koda Cheveyo Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld Character Portrait: Maximus Alderward

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It was an ungodly hour to be awake, even for people who were early risers, but Vasilia Volkov was already up and about. The young woman quickly made her bed and began her morning routine like any every Monday morning. The young woman wasn't fond of waking up early, being a night-owl, but the truth of the matter was the young redheaded teenager could never get more than four hours of sleep. It wasn't like it bothered her much, in all honesty, she'd much rather tend to her garden at an early hour than to get a couple more hours of shuteye.

Unlike her brother, Vasilia didn't bother to decorate her dormitory with lavishing furniture and adorn it with extravagance. In fact, her side of the dormitory almost appeared to be empty altogether whenever aside from her stack of books that she frequented every day. She took a pause and stared at her roommate sleeping soundly on her bed. The two had barely talked at all other than when it was necessary for the entire period that they had been living together. Vasilia had no doubt it had to do with the fact that the girl was a muggle-born and was fearful of her, aside from the obvious fact, she had a distinctive way in which she occasionally glanced at Vasilia, a mixture of distress and vigilance whenever they were in the same room. The young girl took a quick glance at the long strand of black tape that had been placed in their mutual agreement to make a clear distinction of their living space, to some, it might have appeared to be somewhat comical but the two girls took it with most seriousness in keeping their distance from each other. After all, Vasilia didn't see the need in exposing her to Vladik who surely would have no qualm in harassing her if she were to annoy her in the slightest.

It didn't take her long to get ready before she quickly grabbed her books and notebook before she quickly made her way into the greenhouse as she did every morning. There was hardly a single soul outside of their dormitories, the sun yet to make an appearance. A wide smile was immediately drawn as soon as she made her way into the greenhouse. Vasilia had a smile drawn on her face as soon as she saw her Dracaena looking as lively as ever, its wide leaves had already grown a couple inches since the last time she used her homemade fertilizer.

"You're looking as good as ever Drachy," Vasilia adressed the plant in amusement, baptizing it after Drachen.

The girl made a quick mental note so as to share the recipe to Max, she had no doubt he'd be pleased to hear the fertilizer had been a complete success, after all, he was the only other person Vasilia considered shared her utmost passion when it came to herbology. Only after she finished watering every living thing that required her careful hands did she notice that she would be terribly late for class if she didn't scurry ahead into Divination.

Before too long, the young girl had finally made it outside the classroom. The first thing she noticed was that she had barely made it in time seconds before the professor began the class. Without wasting time with pleasantries the young woman hurried to take a seat next to her brother, Vasilia already feeling Vladik's scornful eyes at her being nearly late.

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Evelyn Wright Character Portrait: Koda Cheveyo Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld Character Portrait: Nikolai Roman

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Iโ€™m on the hunt. Meet up for lunch? Dom read the note with an amused scoff, glancing to his friend as his lips curved into a smirk.

"Looking good as always Dom. I do enjoy seeing you in a tie... The things I could do with that tie." Dominic's expression of response was a cold deadpan. Honestly, Dom was used to Chase's flirtations by now. It was a part of Chase's personality, and the game of smirks was something he seemed to constantly be playing. There were occasions when he had to remind himself that it was just that, a little fun, as Blue had a knack for faux sincerity. It was charming, really. And frustrating.

"Annyeong, Dom. Have a nice sleep yesterday?" Dom smiled at Vincent, offering a firm nod of affirmation, and a warm mhm. Actually, no. He'd had a rather nasty nightmare last night. His boggart had seemingly escaped into his dreams. But he wasn't about to mention it.

Fee's arrival quickly took Vincent's attention, and he offered her a casual wave as he leaned back in his chair.

"Mornin' Fee. Sleep well yesterday, sweetheart?" Fee glanced to the other members of the group, noticing Timothy avoiding meeting her eyes. For but a millisecond, her smile faltered, but then she was back to brightness, and she replied cheerily to Vincent's query. "Yes, thanks. You?"

She didn't get to hear his reply though, because Vedika clapped her hands firmly together, notifying them all that class was officially in session. Having overheard Vladik's angry comment, her lips had only curved into a smirk, not surprised by the boy's distaste. Divination was different from most classes. Most classes, even someone with no skill could study, could practice, and, usually, could get better. But divination? Divination required a natural talent, it required sight. It was a pretentious-sounding thing to say aloud, but it was true enough. If one couldn't see, one seldom ever would.



"Alright. I marked your cartomancy externals over the weekend and the results were... varied." As she spoke, a stack of papers rose into the air, and began floating down the row between the desks, each graded test landing gracefully in front of its respective owner. She smiled, "f you remember, I also promised that I would reward the five five students with the highest scores. Helena Eld. Nikolai Romain. Ophelia Hahn. Orchid Grimsbane. Moira Blackwood. Ten house points each."

She sighed, and the curtains flicked open, letting in the sunlight and brightening up the room. On each desk, a steaming teapot and three tea cups appeared. "Now, with that out the way, get into groups of three." As the class began to move into groups, she spoke over the chatter. "Before we move onto the next topic of oneiromancy, I figured we'd have a bit of a break, and go back to old school tasseography."

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Vasilia Anastassia Volkov Character Portrait: Kieran Grimm Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld

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"You're acting ridiculous." Helena rolled her eyes as Drachen was noticeably fuming. "She did that on purpose. She's acting like-" Helena was quick to cut him off. "And you're acting like spoiled little brat who didn't get their happy meal toy." She looked back behind them to where Kieran was sitting then back at Drachen. His entire mannerism over the ordeal was fairly amusing and she made a mental note to reward Kieran for it later. Of course, Helena needed to add another smart ass comment towards her brother since she was the only one who could get away with knocking him down a few pegs.

Helena pursed her lips for a moment noticing Drachen squirm out of the corner of her eye. She hadn't said anything to him but all it took was change of expression for him to shiver in his suit. If their was anyone who terrified Drachen, it would most definitely be his sister Helena. He never wanted to be on the receiving end of her wrath or cause her any means of wrong doing. He could never bring himself to do anything of the sort. Drachen instead did what he knew she wanted and silenced himself by staring forward despite being so bothered by Kieran's obvious attempt of defiance. He'd deal with her later when Helena wasn't around.

Something in Drachen shifted as he sat up straighter than before with devious little smirk him and his other half, Ramsey, seemed to be known for. That look never meant anything good from him. "What are you planning?" Helena inquired him. Drachen responded at first with a shrug but not before leaning over and whispering into her ear. "You'll have to look into one of your crystal balls to find out." Helena rolled her eyes again as Drachen sat up straight once more still smirking.

Helena had shrugged it off and was going to continue bombarding Ramsey with flirtations for the sake of annoying her brother just as the professor clapped her hands to gain the class's full attention. "Alright. I marked your cartomancy externals over the weekend and the results were... varied." Helena also followed her brother in sitting straighter than before though she straighten her back for very different reasons as she crossed her legs. The test grades flew through the air to their respective desks as Professor Kang continued. "If you remember, I also promised that I would reward the five five students with the highest scores. Helena Eld. Nikolai Roman. Ophelia Hahn. Orchid Grimsbane. Moira Blackwood. Ten house points each."

Drachen was definitely not pleased over how poor his grade looked compared to Helena though something else seemed to bother him as he glared at the door and muttered a comment. "Oh look, the Gypsy Trash is here." Helena followed his eyes to the doorway where Nikolai Roman was standing with a bright red apple in hand and very obviously not following the dress code policy very well. He had on a casual buttoned t shirt with every button possible undone underneath his white vest paired off with a wooden cross that seemed a bit ironic on him. His pants were as white as snow and seemed oddly placed with his black dress shoes. Of course, that was never enough for Nikolai's 'look'. He had his eyes painted in eyeliner and his nails matching the black of his shoes. It was toned down compared to his usual attire but it still wasn't a surprise on him.

Nikolai's paper came floating through the air and into his hand since he hadn't chosen a desk yet. He'd heard the end of Kang's announcement and gave a mischievous little grin as he walked late into the room. "Oh, Kang... This is one of the reasons why you're my favorite." He put the apple on her desk and gave her a wink that wasn't subtle in any sort of way before taking his time in choosing a seat. He favored sitting in the front but the thought of leaving his favorite victim all alone in the back caused Nikolai to make his way back towards her and take a seat right next to her. Though he did move his chair a little closer than was necessary.

Kang had announced for them to get into groups of three and Nikolai grinned down at Leiyona even though she wasn't much shorter than him. "Looks like you're stuck with me if you want to pass, sweetheart." He winked at her and put his arm around her chair not caring that they needed a third. This assignment was going to be easy for him and probably the only time people wanted to be paired up with the Muggle Born Gypsy.

Drachen had turned to Ramsey right away after the announcement. "You, me, and Helena." Helena snorted a laugh. "As if... Find your own victim." She quickly left the two and snuck up behind Kieran to wrap her arms around her. She knew it'd make her uncomfortable which was the whole reason she did it. "So how badly do you want a high mark, love?" She giggled into the girls ear. "One of your cute little friends could join our little three way group too." Her words were placed purposely for the sake of getting a reaction from the others seated at the table. This was going to be a fun lesson depending on who joined them.

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Vasilia Anastassia Volkov Character Portrait: Kieran Grimm Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld Character Portrait: Maximus Alderward Character Portrait: Nikolai Roman

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_____Orchid bolted up out of bed at the crack of dawn as Orchid always does; with a hail of blankets and curses. Once you've lived your whole life with it you start not to mind it so much, but the headaches never get any better. She only assumes it's normal, after all extensive use of magic can drain even the most astute wizards and witches, Orchid is no different. Every day as far back as she can remember she wakes with a pain in her frontal lobe. No doubt because of how many metamorphases she'll go through in one day, even the involuntary ones. Then there's class and practicing and all manner of shenanigans that certainly add to the riff raff going on in her little skull. It would be maddening if she wasn't already a bit mad herself.
She sit in bed for a while and rubbed her temples, the sharp pain slowly dulling into a livable ache. After breakfast and a nice hot bath it usually went away until the next morning. With this thought in mind she removed her fluffy blankets with a sigh and moved to the communal bathroom to do normal everyday bathroom things like washing hair, applying makeup, etc. etc. Most would assume Orchid would simply change her face to look as if she had already applied her makeup instead of preforming the teadious action herself. Orchid would be the first to say absolutely not. The mere idea of holding a face all day long is not only tiresome to even fathom but nearly a larger waste of time than doing it herself. Besides, painting the face was fun and Orchid was good at it. She did always take extra time to make sure her hair dark purple locks were curled just right and her clothes were ironed. She even made sure to spritz her favorite perfume, a warm sandalwood scent. She giggled as she drew up her gray stocking over her knee and up her leg. Oh yes, the picture of perfection indeed. The irony was never lost on her and never ceased to amuse her.
Headache, and now toiletries, out of the way, Orchid sat for a moment on her bed and at 2 or 3 granola bars, not feeling especially up to walking clear across campus for normal breakfast when her first class was half the distance. She was anything if not resourceful. They were bland as can be but she wolfed them down quickly and moved to grab her backpack and sweetie bag. As much as she would like to completely replace every facet of her diet with an absolutely comical amount of sugar, a witch needs her nutrients. Not to mention the all manner of ghosts and ghastlies her mother would send to torment her had she gotten wind Orchid wasn't eating her apple a day.
Headache, then toiletries, and not food over and done with, she walked over to Fernando's cage and smiled sweetly at the sleepy little carnivore before softly rasping on it.
"Bon dia Fernando. ร‰s el moment de comenรงar el dia , una preciosa."Good morning Fernando. It is time to start the day, Precious One.
He gave the sleepiest little yawn and stretched out his crystal-white wings before blinking tiny, bleary red orbs at her and squeaking softly. She cooed happily and opened his cage slowly and carefully used her finger to wedge under his little toes so he latched onto her rather than his perch. She finally drew him out and held him up so that his upside down face was level with hers. After the gentlest of Eskimo kisses she moved him toward her shoulder. He got the hint after some nudging and, with obvious batty grumpiness, fluttered about for a bit before perching on her shoulder and hiding his face in his wings.
"Res d'aixรฒ es bat travessa . Vam dir anem a comportar-se mรฉs o menys m'ajudi T'estic canviar de nou al carrer rates."None of that you naughty bat. Today we're going to behave or so help me I'm switching you back to street rats.
He gave a small squeak in submission before softly burrowing in her hair and nuzzling her head. She made a kiss noise and placed her backpack on her shoulders before finally setting off to class. It would have probably gotten underway right now, but if she knew Kang, she wouldn't be any good until her second to third cup of tea. She, of course, listened to music on the way and decided to forego mentos for a sucker today since it was morning and she'd already brushed her teeth. This one was strawberry of course since it was her favorite flavor, and she had a good bounce to her step as she made it to class just in time to see Kang handing out papers. At least she didn't miss anything important. Though, when she heard her name in group with the best grades she couldn't resist a small jig before fully entering the class. She knew she was good at Divination and didn't need the validation, but that doesn't mean she's not one to like her ego being stroked every once in a blood moon. She couldn't stay receded in the darkness for much longer though as the blinds were pulled apart with a strong amount of light filling the room. Naturally, Fernando, hissed and screeched before spearing up into the rafters to brood.
"I hope it's nice and dark up there, Nosferatu,"she said under her breath as she rolled her eyes. Cat was out of the bag any way, so she sauntered down the aisle waving at the other students in the class. "Hello everyone!"
Normally this would seem odd, but for almost everyone in the school Orchid could boast, if not neutral, a friendly relationship with and this was the quickest way to make everyone feel included. She was a politician, she was a friend, a judge, or even a confidante. She was what she wanted to be, and she didn't see a point in being nasty to anyone...yet.
She saddled up behind Helena and looked into the air at nothing in particular. The sugary treat made a pop as she pulled it from her now red-stained lips. While she was closest to Helena, she spoke at a volume that at least those surrounding could here. She did give Helena a look before exclaiming dramatically with her hand gracefully befallen her forehead,
"Oh my! Little Lonely me with no partnership to be found! What is a witch to do?"




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Vladik rose his eyebrow at the sight of his test score, the redhead had managed to get a decent grade though it was nowhere near where his overachiever standards demanded, it would be enough. As soon as her name was mentioned, Vladik sent her a brief lopsided grin, his mind quickly sending his approval before he returned to his stern demeanor.

As soon as the professor instructed them to get into groups of three, Vladik was fast on his feet. Without time to waste, he slowly stood up from his chair, his neck took a short u-turn towards Moira's direction and wasted not as much as a second to pull her seat next to his, Vladik's eye's taking a more serious demeanor as he was quick to claim what was his. His breath surely expecting some kind of reaction from the brunette. The redhead leaned down near her neck before he whispered in his usual raspy and thick accent.

"Three is a crowd, no?" Vladik offered assertively.

The redhead waited for a brief moment, clearly making a statement before he pulled himself away from her and moved back into his seat. Vladik had no qualm in defying the professor even if the day was still young. The distance between him and Moira had but a small gap, close enough to the point where Vladik was able to smell her scent, the same that was quick to get him in a better mood.

"If you wanted to be my tutor to spend more time with me," he started off, not really wanting to drop the conversation they had shared briefly prior divination, his piercing eyes locked onto hers, amusement at the tip of her tongue, "all you had to do was ask."

Vladik had never been one to ask for help, the mere idea something completely out of his reach and something that was simply not in his vocabulary. Indeed, he'd take on chopping down his own damn hand over asking anyone for help any other day of the week. His eyes briefly scanned over his sister who was surrounded by a pair of Laveau students. Unconcerned, Vladik turns his face onto the materials for the class, all unfitting of him from the dainty cups of tea to chirpy decorations in the classroom. The young man lets out a prolonged sigh of annoyance. Though already clearly started, every second spent in the classroom proved to be a waste of time under the young man's book.

"I already know what my bloody cup will say," Vladik says mockingly, malice crystal clear in his intention and a whole lot of cynicism. He had no need for a crappy second-rate cup to determine what the future held for him of for what he knew he'd make of it. "Although you do make tasseography look kind of hot."

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld Character Portrait: Maximus Alderward

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Ramsey Blackwood
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Moira Castillon
[ Laveau ] [ #E5857A ] [ Outfit ]
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Chase "Blue" Beckett
[ Fawkes ] [ #3B588D ] [ Outfit ]

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Moira sat back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she pulled her backpack from her shoulders. She sifted through its contents, pulling out a quill and some parchment. She smiled down as Jinx subbed against her shin a couple times for curling up at her feet.

"Alright. I marked your cartomancy externals over the weekend and the results were... varied." Moira leans back in her chair to lean around Vladik so see Professor Kang. "f you remember, I also promised that I would reward the five five students with the highest scores. Helena Eld. Nikolai Romain. Ophelia Hahn. Orchid Grimsbane. Moira Blackwood. Ten house points each."

Moira smiled happily although not totally surprising that she got one of the highest scores. She raised her quill, poking the feather against Vladik's cheek, "Well look at that."

Her gaze went towards the windows when the blinds opened and then back to the table when the tea and cups appeared. Now, with that out the way, get into groups of three. Before we move onto the next topic of oneiromancy, I figured we'd have a bit of a break, and go back to old school tasseography."

It wasn't a second before they were told to get into groups that Vladik moved to his feet. Her brows furrowed as she watched him curiously. Before she knew what to do, his hands were on her chair. A quiet squeal escaped when he shifted her seat, her hands moving to grasp at the chair to keep herself seated.

She parted her lips, about to speak up before he leaned down towards her. She felt his breath on her neck as he spoke, "Three is a crowd, no?" Goose bumps raise on the back of her neck as he spoke. Moira waited a moment as her cheeks slightly flushed before glancing over at him as he sat back down beside her. She didn't say it out loud but if someone else tried to join them she wouldn't tell them no. But Moira knew better, no one was going to sit beside two Laveau students, especially when one was Vladik. "If you wanted to be my tutor to spend more time with me," Her gaze drifts to lock with his, "all you had to do was ask."

Moira chuckled, twirling her quill in her right hand. "Noch, if I'm going to tutor you..." She leaned in slightly towards him. A devious grin crossing her lips as she whispered teasingly, "You're going to ask me... Nicely."

She shifted back into her seat normally as she wrote tasseography on the parchment before her. Moira then pulled a cup towards her and scooted one towards the reluctant Vladik. "I already know what my bloody cup will say." She rolled her eyes at his tone, more than used to the disdain in his tone. "Although you do make tasseography look kind of hot."

Moira's brows shot up as her head quickly turned towards him. Her cheeks quickly flushing at the comment causing her to glance away yet again. "Aren't you the charmer. Do lines like those work on all the girls?" She pursed her lips as she trailed the tip of her finger along the brim of the tea cup before her. "So... What is it that you think your cup will say?" She needed a change of topic so she could focus back on the school work at hand even if he wasn't going to be taking it seriously.

Ramsey paid little to no mind to the conversation between Drachen and Helena. His digits tapped upon the table as his gaze drilled holes into the back of Vladik's head. True, Ramsey hated just about every living soul in this god forsaken place, but something about that Russian rustled his feathers something crazy. One major reason was because the guy was serious bad news and you'd have to be blind not to see that he had eyes for Moira. But he also just saw the guy as competition in just about everything. Maybe in a different life they could have been friends but such isn't the case.

A growl rumbled in the depths of his throat when he saw the redhead physically move Moira's chair so that she sat closer to him. The two were practically on top of each other. Ramsey had half a mind to get up and make a very uncomfortable third in their group but as he went to stand, Drachen's voice stopped him. "You, me, and Helena."

"As if... Find your own victim."

Ramsey snorted as he flopped back down in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest before kicking his feet up on the empty chair. He looked over at Drachen, "You didn't really think either one of our sisters would pair up with us by choice did you?" He looked down as Lenox slowly climbed down his arm, sitting upon the top of his left hand. He had half a mind to let him roam throughout the classroom to scare some of the pansies in class but he didn't want to risk his pet getting killed either.

His gaze drifted towards the entrance when Orchid Grimsbane entered the class made sure to let everyone know of her entrance. He wasn't one to exclaim anything... ever so instead he just sat there and watched as she walked over towards Helena. "Oh my! Little Lonely me with no partnership to be found! What is a witch to do?" Ramsey snorted slightly at the over dramatic antics. But she was smart... And wasn't terrified of him like just about everyone else in the room. So he sat there waiting for her gaze to meet his, and when it did he very slightly nodded his head towards the empty chair at the table with him and Drachen. A silent invitation for her to join their group, that was more than friendly in terms of Ramsey.

Chase's smirk only seemed to grow at Dom's less than impressed expression. But none the less, he sat there with a smile as he held Dom's gaze. He parted his lips to speak but was stopped when he heard another voice.

"Annyeong, Dom. Have a nice sleep yesterday?" Of course that got a smile out of Dom, figured. This caused Blue to tense slightly, his jaw clenching. He gave a sigh, spinning around in his chair, sliding down in it and crossing his arms. Sure he was a flirt and just about everyone knew that too. But nothing is more upsetting to when someone's non flirting can get a better reaction than your flirting.

When they got their grades, Blue glanced at his grade which was a sad attempt at passing. He blew air out of his lips before shoving the paper into his backpack. For having so many friends he found himself sitting there watching everyone else quickly disperse into their groups. His gaze caught onto a quiet Toric and Max.

"Fuck it." He huffed under his breath, standing up and kicking his chair backwards slightly. "Come on Fritz." He scooped up the ferret whom quickly balled up in his arm. Chase crossed the room until he came to a stop at the empty chair at Max's and Toric's table. "Mind if I join you all?" He nodded his head slightly towards the open spot. He may have been an extroverted and outgoing person, but he never imposed. If they didn't want him there... He'd figure out somewhere else to go, maybe bug Mister and Mister Laveau in the corner.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Evelyn Wright Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld Character Portrait: Maximus Alderward

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Dominic sighed as the teacups materialized on the tables, already prepared to look a complete moron. Such a thing was inevitable for him in a number of subjects, and deciphering tea leaves in divination was no exception. As Chase rose in his seat, Dom looked up, expecting the boy to swerve around to take a seat beside him. Instead, Dom watched as the boy slipped between the tables, and took a seat beside Torrence and Max. He felt his jaw tighten slightly, and found himself examining Torrence and Max's faces.

Neither of them are bad-looking... in fact, they're both quite handsome... For some reason, that bothered him, and he frowned slightly before turning back to his friends. He opened his mouth to suggest them simply making a group of five, only to catch a certain frenemy's gaze.

"So which of you wants to join us?" Dom caught Keiran's look of near-desperation, and once he noted her partner, he understood perfectly. He raised an eyebrow at Keiran in an expression that clearly said, You want me to play cockblocker? Really? Third-wheeling didn't sound like much fun to Dom, and he hesitated a couple of beats before sighing and getting up to join

their group, shooting his own friends an apologetic shrug before he left. He slipped into free seat just in time for Kang to call out over the class.

"You know the drill. Once you've drank your tea, swap cups with the person to your left, and translate the tea leaves. You're welcome to use your tasseography textbook, if you wish to."

Ophelia, meanwhile, chuckled at Dom's misfortune before turning to the leftover members of their little group, "I guess that leaves us." Reaching out behind her, she took a teacup from another, unoccupied table and brought it to theirs. "We can just be a four, right?"

She reached to take the teapot, moving to fill each person's cup as she mumbled quietly under her breath with a slight wince. "Ooh, hot. Hothothothothot..."

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