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Ophelia Hahn

"We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."

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

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โ THE FLOWER DOESN'T DREAM OF THE BEE, IT BLOSSOMS AND THE BEE COMES. โž





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NAME
Ophelia Marianne Hahn

NICKNAME/S
Fee | by close friends and family | often | likes | a typical shortening of her name
Dove | by various | sometimes | likes | in reference to her patronus, of which she also has a tattoo

AGE
eighteen

GENDER
female

SPECIES
witch

DATE OF BIRTH
12th of May

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
currently bicurious

ETHNICITY
Korean

BLOOD TYPE
halfblood
pureblood mother ; muggle-born father

SOCIAL CLASS
sanguine
adopted into the sanguine class by her pureblood uncle
grudgingly "accepted" by Hahn clan



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HEIGHT | WEIGHT
5'6" |

BODY TYPE | SKIN TONE
slender ; petite | fair ivory

HAIR
black ; straight w. very slight waves ; falls to just past her breast

EYES
chocolate brown

MARKINGS | SCARS | PIERCINGS | TATTOOS
Fee has a small crescent-shaped birthmark on her left hip, and a single piercing in each earlobe. She also has a tattoo of a paper aeroplane that tends to float lazily across her skin, settling in various places on her body. It's favourite spots are her collar bone, her inner wrists, her ankles, and behind her ears.

FASHION STYLE
comfortable, practical , tees-and-jeans, ankle boots, slip-ons , minimal jewelry, beanies, etc.
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HOUSE
Orenda

WAND
willow; pheonix feature core; eleven and a quarter inches

FAMILIAR


QUODPOT POSITION
she is an Orenda House chaser

PATRONUS
her patronus takes the form of a turtledove

BOGGART


SUBJECTS AND AVERAGES
care of magical creatures | O
herbology | E
potions | E
dark arts | A
defense against the dark arts | O
voodoo | E
shamanism | O
charms and hexes | O
transfiguration | O
ancient runes | A
history of magic | O
alchemy | E
divination | O
astronomy | O


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PERSONALITY
"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." Fee is a creature addicted to contrast and resilience. She smiles in spite of the sorrow that has tinged her life since she was young, and laughs off her own grievances in the favor of making whatever mood surrounds her considerably lighter. She is like a walking, talking, rose-tinted filter; all idealistic hope and unabashed hopefulness. She believes the best of people, and trusts that there is a presence of light and kindness and general goodness beneath the surface of whomever she finds herself acquainted with, no matter how deep beneath the surface this supposed sliver of morality may be. Her intense lack of bias is almost ironic, considering the prejudice she has grown used to experiencing on a day-to-day basis, and by her family, no less. She's not a saint, by any means, and she does not forgive recklessly, nor assure people that the Dark Lord isn't all bad, and so on and so forth; she simply gives more leeway than most, offering trust based on the goodness one may display, as opposed to the cruelty their lineage or air might suggest. In a sense, she is naive, and perhaps even quixotic, but she seldom regrets her manner of thinking.

"When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves." Humility is a trait familiar with those of Orenda House, and Fee reflects the quality just as one would suspect. She is not fond of the spotlight, and is the type to prefer behind-the-scenes work to starring center stage. She seldom puts herself first, and is instilled with a strong sense of compassion and consideration for others. She likes supporting others, providing comfort and protection rather than being helped and protected herself. She is not afraid of asking questions or expressing doubt, for whilst her pride does spring with occasional fire and spark when too carelessly tempered, she is typically on board with the idea that not knowing something and acting like one knows something are too completely different things. She is usually quick to admit to her mistakes, and in truth, she is often harsh with herself. Her 'humility' can easily veer into self-deprecation, and also she tends to maintain her brightness, her self-regard is typically fragile at best. In this sense, her humility is arguable, for instead of possessing the expected modesty, she instead reveals something a little sadder; an overt tendency to criticize herself, and seldom recognize her greater aspects.

"Courage is being afraid and saddling up anyway." Another definitive trait of an Orenda is a strong sense of courage. Fee is odd in that whilst she is far from a fan of conflict, she is fiercely protective and recklessly brave. She acts on impulse and emotion as opposed to forethought and logic. She is very protective of those she cares about, and even those she doesn't. She is intense in her value of life, and sees it as precious beyond compare. She'd never dream of taking another's life, no matter the consequences, and perhaps that makes her naive, considering the turmoil that is undoubtedly on the horizon. She is brave in that she is self-sacrificing and strong-willed, never bowing down from what she thinks is right. She is stubborn, and has an strong sense of justice.

"Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you." Despite being in possession of a certain level of clumsiness and awkwardness, Ophelia has also always enjoyed a clever wit. Her sense of humor is omnipresent in her behavior, and she injects a sense of lightness into her day-to-day behavior with a natural ease and seeming lack of effort. Her wit delves less into sarcasm and more into a wry sort of dryness that depends on her acumen and quick-mindedness. She thinks on her feet, with quick reactions and speedy retorts, and this tends to help her especially with both her humor and with her magical abilities, particularly the likes of dueling and defense against the dark arts.

"I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be." Sunny and bright, Ophelia is a typically enjoyable person to be around. In the same vein as her idealistic tendencies, she tends to exude a natural exuberance, a passion for life that often turns itself addictive to those around her. She is the sort that speaks for the silver linings and the rainbow after the rain, the one constantly enforcing a sense of buoyancy, even when there seems very little felicity to go around. Truth be told, this does hinder her a little, for she oft finds herself so determined to ensure the comfort of others that she lays her own darker amounts at the back of her mind, and the very last in her list of priorities. It is strange that she can be both a terrible liar and an excellent actress, able to plaster on a smile, crack a witty joke, force a believable smile, even at her most insecure of moments. She is troubled by a fear of burdening others, and of bothering them with her own troubles, particularly due to her own self-admitted fortunes -how many halfbloods can claim to be a part of a sanguine household? How many people with even a shred of mundane in their family boast such material possessions as she does? She does not acknowledge her own darker troubles openly, simply because she doesn't deem them on par with those that face so many others. Instead, she opts to shrug off her worries, and write them off as insignificant, all whilst maintaining an image of cheer and humor.



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FAMILY
Nathaniel Lee | father | muggle-born | deceased
previous servant of Hahn family; member of the Blood Rights Movement

Juliet Lee(nee Hahn) | mother | pureblood | deceased
member of Hahn family, disowned; member of the Blood Rights Movement

Carlisle Hahn | uncle/adoptive father | pureblood | alive | 44
heir of the Hahn family, father of [url]Dominic Hahn[/url]

Cassandra Hahn (nee Song) | aunt-in-law/adoptive mother | pureblood | alive | 40

Veronica Hahn | aunt | pureblood | alive | 44
sister of Carlisle and Juliet, aunt of [url]Dominic Hahn[/url]


HISTORY
Ophelia's mother, Juliet, was born a Hahn; a member of one of the most powerful families of the wizarding world, a family almost entirely consisting of pureblood elitists and Dark Lord followers. Juliet was the eldest of the three Hahn children, with a younger sister, Veronica, and an even younger brother, Carlisle. Juliet was the favourite child for a brief time; she was bright and talented and an excellent leader. She was poised to inherit the title of the Hahn family head following the death of her grandmother and parents. And yet, that all went awry when she began to defy. By the age of fifteen, Juliet had grown hateful of the system brought on by Voldermort's rule. Although she herself lived a life of luxury, the family's collection of muggleborn and human servants were enough to show her that she was living in a world drenched in inequality and cruelty.

Nathaniel Lee, why, he just pushed her over the edge.

A muggleborn wizard who was forced to live in servitude of the Hahn family, Nathaniel Lee met Juliet after a fight with her mother that resulted in her storming out of the house. Suffice to say, they found they were similar in spite of their backgrounds, and at the mutual age of seventeen, they fell in love. A year later, Juliet witnessed her mother performing the cruciatus curse on a muggle servant that had accidentally broken one of the mantelpiece decorations. The sight was enough to convince her to leave the toxic household, and with Nathaniel in tow, she ran away, never to return. Like Sirius Black, her face was burned from the family tapestry, and her name became taboo in the Hahn household.

Two years later, Juliet and Nathaniel had a baby girl, who they named Ophelia. The pair had found refuge with other rebels, and had deftly joined the cause. The three lived rather unconventionally, but happily, for the first seven years of Ophelia's life. However, tragedy struck in a non-violent protest stationed outside The White House (a place which now resides several powerful wizard politicians). Despite the lack of violence on the side of the protesters, the security was ordered to "Get rid of them. All of them." The first spell that was thrown was the killing curse, and suddenly, green flashes lit up the sky. By the time the protesters had time to react, they had already begin to fall like dominoes. By the end of the massacre, bodies painted the steps and covered the grass, and the White House Massacre entered the history books (tweaked to make the protesters sound like belligerent, drunken hooligans, naturally).

This turn of events left Ophelia without a home, and after the Hahn's learnt that their daughter was dead... they were relieved. No longer would their wayward daughter taint their reputation. However, their only son, Carlisle, felt very differently. As a child, he'd been closer to Juliet than he was to Veronica, and he himself lived awkwardly in a world where he wasn't a major supporter of what his family was renowned for supporting. He demanded that Ophelia be allowed into their household, and initially, the Hahn's refused. However, soon Carlisle threatened to leave himself, and considering his position as the heir of the Hahn family head, they grudgingly agreed to his terms.

And thus, Ophelia was given a home. Well, a home of sorts. She was still treated cruelly, with passive-aggressive comments and a constant cold shoulder by the majority of her relatives, but her uncle treated her like his own, and her aunt-in-law... well, she accepted Ophelia whilst holding a clear and obvious favoritism towards her own son, Dominic. Ophelia learnt to ignore the hostility surrounding her, or at least act as though it did not bother her, and at the age of eleven, she was sent to attend Remington, and sorted into Orenda.

So begins...

Ophelia Hahn's Story

Characters Present

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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Ramsey Blackwood
[ Laveau ] [ #600A4B ] [ Outfit ]
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Moira Castillon
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Chase "Blue" Beckett
[ Fawkes ] [ #3B588D ] [ Outfit ]

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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.

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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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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.


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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.
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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."

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Having grown up in something of a dungeon, it was perhaps no surprise that Torrence Hollingsworth felt so at home nestled deeply within stone walls. Lyonhearth Manor was an estate teeming with history, quite a bit of it hidden under the surface. Secret passages and corridors were everywhere if you knew where to look, and over the years, thanks to one McKenna James, Torrence had come to know the network very well. His favorite spot however, remained the large stone antechamber Mac had affectionately named the โ€œHubโ€, as it had numerous splintering hallways that led to dozens of places throughout the campus. Itโ€™s large, open, circular interior also provided a convenient space for his private projects, effectively functioning as a workshop of sorts. His corner to the left was littered with wires, hunks of jittering metal, and various contraptions with blinking lights and unperceivable purposes. Posters of muggle bands littered the walls, working effectively as both decor, and elaborate system of tunnel markers.


โ€œStill no luck trying to convert spells into coding? What are you even trying to get it to do anyway?โ€ A familiar set of blonde curls came bouncing into view out of the north tunnel. It wasnโ€™t uncommon for Mac to take morning excursions through the tunnels, but that passage only let out onto the grounds and forest.


โ€œItโ€™s seven in the morning, and youโ€™ve already been out hiking. Do you not sleep or something?โ€ Toricโ€™s voice held an edge, aggravated that she would go off on her own like that. Some of the tunnels and chambers they explored looked more like decrepit ruins, and the thought of Mac getting caught up in something out there alone made Toric uneasy.


โ€œHa! Thatโ€™s rich coming from you! Did you even go to bed last night?โ€ Toricโ€™s silence was the only confirmation Mac needed to smugly continue on. โ€œYouโ€™re gonna be in for a rough ride if you get caught snoozing in divination again. A real shame thatโ€™d be.โ€

โ€œSince when did you start caring about divination? Youโ€™re usually the one cheering to skip it.โ€ Toric snorted in reply, never losing a beat with his coding. He fell into the banter easily, unwilling to start a fight this early in the morning.


โ€œAre you kidding, a week before the dance?! Iโ€™m taking bets on how many desperate dopes start reading pick up lines in their tea leaves!โ€ Mac cackled. โ€œSpeaking of...have you got a date yet or what? You canโ€™t sit out every social event on campus. The loner genius bit gets tacky after a while.โ€


Toricโ€™s ears turned an embarrassing shade of red, but if his mind flashed briefly to a certain Orenda girl with hair as unpredictable as her whims, he didnโ€™t give Mac the satisfaction of letting on. โ€œYeah well, who exactly are you going with hmm? I heard Lukas Krauter was planning to ask you, but heโ€™s a pig working down the list, so I wouldnโ€™t take it personally.โ€


โ€œEw, not even as a joke dude.โ€ Mac made a face. Lukas was a decent enough sort, well groomed, athletic, proportional and all that. He just suffered under the unfortunate delusion that he was godโ€™s gift to women, giving him all the confidence of Casanova without any of the charm.


โ€œIโ€™ve got a few prospects in mind.โ€ Mac recovered quickly with a grin, a glint in her eyes that Toric knew all too well.


โ€œOh just leave the poor guy alone!โ€ Toric groused, finally shoving away from the makeshift contraption he called a computer to stretch his limbs. โ€œNext to Frenching the guy in potions, Iโ€™m not sure how much more forward you could be. If he liked you, donโ€™t you think heโ€™d have said something by now?โ€ Koda Cheveyo got enough harassment on a daily basis without Mac hanging off his arm every chance she got. Sometimes when a guy was brooding and unresponsive, it just meant they wanted to be left alone, a fact Toric could attest to.


โ€œItโ€™s a work in progress.โ€ Mac admitted grudgingly. โ€œBesides, with what Iโ€™ve got planned for today, even heโ€™s gonna crack a smile!โ€ She declared, quickly regaining her optimism. Toric just shook his head, recognizing a losing battle when he saw one. Toric had a bad feeling Mac was just going to have to learn the hard way.

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If Mac spent the better part of an hour after her shower taming her her curls into a coiffe and making sure her makeup was just right, the young witch was willing to forgive herself for the exercise in vanity. Mac never looked like a slouch, but a monday morning session of divination rarely warranted such effort. Today however, had to be perfect, right down to the matching gold buttons. Kodaโ€™s brooding nature had proved a formidable adversary, but today she was going to get those perfect cupid bow lips of his to curve into a smile...and maybe a few less innocent things, but for now, Mac would settle for a smile!


Mac had spent the morning scouting out the perfect spot for their next excursion, a place with plenty of mystery and romantic appeal to suit her purposes, but also enough natural wonder to it, that no one could help but look around in awe. Mac couldnโ€™t wait to get him there, and reminded herself to find a nice treat for Auto, since he helped her to find the treasure in the first place.

Once Mac deemed her appearance acceptable, she bound out of the Chandra common room, for once caring about being late to divination. Predictably, Torrence beat her to class, and had taken a seat by himself in the middle row, thumbing through a text about something called Java Script. Surveying the classroom, Mac noticed the usual groups had come together.. Ramsey Blackwood and his gag-worthy posse had begun to form, and while Mac might have been inclined to share a few good morning insults with Drachen to get the day started off just right, today she had other priorities. Sweeping past for once without a word, she hoped the inbred club would catch the hint.

On the other side of the room, was the group she normally would gravitate to, which included a sizable portion of the Fawkes quodpot team. The fact they also happened to be some of her closest friends (rather than her teammates on team Chandra) was a testament to how often people thought sheโ€™d been sorted into the wrong house. On a typical day, Mac would join the them, saddling up to Dom, flirting with Tim, or boasting light heartedly about quodpot with Chase. That section had already become a bit crowded however, and as her eyes lingered on the back of the room, she knew exactly where sheโ€™d be sitting.

Enchanting a piece of parchment into the shape of a bird, Mac sent a quick note flying gracefully toward Dom, which landed neatly by his hand. Iโ€™m on the hunt. Meet up for lunch? Dom would understand, and Mac always filled him in later. With that taken care of, Mac sauntered toward the back of the classroom, taking up the empty seat to Kodaโ€™s right.

โ€œClear your schedule for the evening, weโ€™re going out tonight!โ€ Mac let out in a hushed conspiratorial whisper, her lips brushing closer to Kodaโ€™s ear than was strictly necessary.

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"Now you've got him started." Tim bit his lip and folded his hands like he was praying for forgiveness - looking down at the little ferret with a heartbroken expression. The fact that the long black pile of fur reminded him a bit of Nightmare - but bigger - made the corners of his lips twitch trying not to laugh, as he shook his shoulders. "Sorry Fritz" he mumbled. The dark and slightly hoarse voice was followed by one of his adorable smiles- the dimples almost taking over his cheeks. Timothy had always treated animals like "small humans" and he did even show them more courtesy and respect than he did towards some people. Not that it was very hard considering how some humans behaved, sneaking a glance to the table in the back where Drachen and Ramsey where sitting. Looking back at Chase, he fired off a mischievous smirk- seeing how his friend rubbed the ferret's belly. The sight gave him an idea...

"Picture this... becoming an animagus looking exactly like the pet of some hot person. Then getting belly rubbed all day long.." Tim smirked, turning his dark dreamy eyes to the window. Gazing out thinking about what a lovely life that would be.. no more school or homework.. Almost drifting off in his own little daydream..

However, his lovely thoughts where disrupted by the sound of good morning greetings and the arrival of students. Tim had always been a bit "distant and sluggish" once he started to think. So he had to shook his head before grasping the situation, seeing Vince and "that flowergirl" joining them at the table. Timothy called her flowergirl, since she always had flowers in her hair.. But he did not really know her at all, reason being she avoided him like he was the black plague or something. Instead he turned his attention to Vincent, now sitting next to him.

"Oy, morning" steady words accompanied by his custom smile. He reached for Vince's hat, giving it a soft push, making it positioned a bit crooked. "Aaand it's a masterpiece! Now you're dressed to grill some bad laveau students". The fact that Vincent was Tim's first friend at Remington, and knowing how much effort it took for him to accomplish that - probably made Vince the person that Tim had most respect for, plus being forever grateful. Despite this- he could not resist to be a tease from time to time. And how could he have let that hat be! Come on! I mean, it was just like putting candy in front of a kid.

Another voice broke Tims little "bubble". He raised his head, staring up at the figure of one kind and fair little dove. Ophelia. Her smile felt so warm, but made his own die into a dead serious expression. He swallowed hard. Even if Fee always had been nice to him and actually treated him like he was...normal? - he just froze every time he saw her.

Maybe he was part scared of probably the kindest person in the school? Something that was very comical, considering how "harmless" Fee was. Still, he just could not help but to turn shy whenever she appeared. Therefore, quickly -when meeting her gaze, he turned his (now) pale face away. Almost "hiding" behind Vincent as he stared down at the dark veining's on the wooden desk. Looking quite pathetic playing invisable, with his messy locks falling over to hide his eyes.

Meanwhile, professor Kang had entered the classroom. "Good morning, everyone. I trust you all had a good weekend." her calm voice sounded, almost fading out in all the curtains, fabrics and textiles that decorated the room. Making the divination classroom feel like one cozy and dreamlike fabric store - only the crystal balls giving it away. Some students answered her question. A few mumbled and some just shook there shoulders. Tim belonged to that part who just did not bother to answer. Thinking that the weekend had passed by way too fast and another week of studies and- like that wasn't enough- worrying about the ball that was ahead of him.

Timothy tilted his head further down, before curving his lower lip to the side to "blow" the hair away from his face. The blonde hair was still wet after the shower, which had created wet darker marks on the shoulders of his knitted grey cardigan. In the background, he listened to Chase talking about neck ties and teasing Dom - nothing out of the ordinary. He yawned and spun his wrist, making a clicking sound as he did some mornings stretching. When seeing a bit better and finally straightened out his tall siluett (sitting upright again), he noticed Collin in the back - firing off a cheerful smile towards him an Yona. Tim was always quick to react whenever Collin was cheerful. He spun around on the chair, raising on arm - giving Collin a "thumbs up" (like he approved Col's smile) while winking with one eye. He also noticed some other students dropping in. Kieran taking a seat with their big "group" in the middle, not that he knew her very well. He could also see that Mac, his (gorgeous as always) flirting victim, was already present in the room- sitting next to "that silent vampire dude" in the back. Interesting.

Tim turned around, now facing professor Kang as he waited for the class to start. The books and all the tools where already on his desk, as he was eager to just "get this over with". Not that Timothy had anything against divination - the opposite! He enjoyed the "look in to the future" thing and he always tried his best in classes. Most of the time by achieveing "Uuhhmmm uuhmmmm" noises and make things up (half of the time doesn't even understanding what it is he's saying since his mouth just starts to talk by itself). The only problem was that Tim had forgotten to eat breakfast, and knowing they had lunch after this made his stomache growl.

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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.

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Eve went about setting up for class, she pulled out a notebook that she had carefully drawn mandalas over. With a small bit of spell work she had made them glow a cheery yellow with movement. And so they shone brightly at her as she flipped open the book. The pages were filled with notes and small drawings as well as notes passed between her and other class mates. Like Vincent Eve loved conversation and she made a point to keep up communication even during lessons.

She was silent as Vincent greeted his friends and decided that perhaps she was being a little too silent. So when Ophelia was being greeted by Vincent she joined in.
"Good Morning Fee!" she said cheerfully. Deciding it was rude to greet only her and not the others she sent Chase and Dominic and yes even Timothy small smiles. She could fake it if she wanted to. Vincent seemed to be looking around and so Evelyn decided to glance around as well, ever the follower.

She noted that a few students were missing, specifically Vladik. Perhaps he was ill? She frowned a little to herself hoping that was not the case. Her thoughts were interrupted by Vincent who had turned his attention back to her. He asked if she had any plans after classes and she nodded.
"Actually!" She started eagerly. "The green house is starting to mature the Bouncing Bulbs. I hear they can get as big as a door. I was hoping Professor Reed might let me look at them." She realized that may have sounded a little to enthusiastic over a plant so she shrugged a little but kept the smile on her face.

There was something very interesting to her about a giant bulb being able to flatten its caretaker. She made a mental note to perhaps pick up some healing herbs for Vladik incase he was sick. She was sure he would hate the gift but it was the thought that counted. Prof. Kang entered the classroom just then. She settled up at the front and asked how everyone's weekends had been. Eve just smiled and murmured something intelligible as an answer. As class was getting underway Eve took out a small purple pen and wrote in dainty cursive

Who are you taking to the ball?

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Collin felt a small rush of warmth move through him as Timothy offered him a thumbs up and a grin in return. He would go ahead and catch up with Timothy after class. Perhaps the both of them could get in some flying practice that night. It would still be some time before Orenda and Fawkes would have a match against one another unless both won against their team in the upcoming week.

He let his gaze move down to Vinny who had finished the crumbs on the desk and was sniffing around eagerly for more. Collin did have a few crumbs left in his hand and he persuaded Vinny to roll over and even play dead for a few more scraps. As he was doing so Koda entered the classroom and proceeded to sit in the back by him.

Feeling in a fairly decent mood Collin lifted a hand in greeting and watched as Vinny turned his dark eyes upon Koda his nose going wild. The brown mouse scurried on over to Koda clearly smelling something on him, be it a familiar or food Collin wasnโ€™t sure. The small creature stood on its hind legs and looked at the dark haired boy expectantly.

Collin leaned over then extending his arm for Vinny to climb on and gave Koda an apologetic look. "Sorry." he muttered "Vinny is a nosy bugger." Vinny seemed to take offense to that statement however and he moved closer to Koda and eventually jumped onto the boys lap. Collin was too embarrassed to notice that Prof. Kang had already entered and was setting up.


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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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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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"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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_____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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Koda had been watching silently as the room filled with various students clustering into their respective rooms ignoring him as he so preferred. Koda had taken the time to take out a notebook and pen waiting for the class to begin hoping not to be disturbed in his cherished silence in the back of the room. Of course he rarely got what he wished for when McKenna had entered the room. He had hoped she'd go off and mingle with her equally social friends though that never seemed to be the case any time she spotted Koda.

She had sauntered on over to the seat beside him causing Koda to shift uncomfortably in his seat to keep from being to close though that didn't stop her. Her voice had fallen into a whisper just as her lips managed to graze his ear. It took all of Koda's strength not to flush a bright hue of red when it happened. โ€œClear your schedule for the evening, weโ€™re going out tonight!โ€ Koda already knew she would plan yet another adventure of hers to drag him along to but that didn't stop him from letting out a deep sigh. It wasn't like he had much of a choice with her. Koda had a hard time saying no to McKenna.

The class was drawn to attention by Professor Kang by clapping her hands together giving Koda a breathe of fresh air as he did his best to focus on what was being said about their test scores. Koda was a bit displeased that he hadn't scored the top 5 but he still did well as usual in the class anyways.

Kieran, on the other hand, did not fair so well as Divination was one of the few classes she managed to struggle in and her exam score certainly proved it unfortunately. She'd been quiet so far since taking her seat away from the gang of future Death Eaters though she really didn't interact with anyone. She simply observed the others as they spoke amongst each other since she had nothing to input at the moment. She wasn't feeling as snarky today with her comments just yet.

"Now, with that out the way, get into groups of three." Kieran finally opened her mouth to see who was willing to group up with her hoping it'd at least be Chase or Dominic since they were really her only friends at this school. That was until the sudden feeling of arms draping over her ruined such plans. "So how badly do you want a high mark, love?" Kieran practically squirmed in her seat at the sound of Helena's voice. The giggle next to her ear didn't help Kieran's annoyed expression and readiness to bolt at any moment from the Half Veela. "One of your cute little friends could join our little three way group too."

"How generous of you." Kieran rolled her eyes just as Boomer managed to wiggle his way out and hide under a seat. Kieran envied him right now. She looked out at her table hoping one of them was willing to save her by playing the role of cock block. "So which of you wants to join us?" Kieran spoke without much of an expression on her face as she forced Helena's hands off of her.

Koda didn't squirm in his seat at the announcement of groups though he wasn't entirely a fan of not getting to work alone. He looked over at McKenna when the tea pot and cups came to the table. He handed her a cup and poured the tea before doing his own and looking out to see who would join them. He figured they'd easily get a third considering how social McKenna was compared to him.

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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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Collin had managed to successfully retrieve Vinny from Koda, whom seemed to have not bothered with responding to him. Collin had to admit he felt a little relieved and he tucked the small creature into his breast pocket. He leaned back as Vinny adjusted himself and looked up suddenly as Yona was in front of him demanding to know why he had not woken her. His eyes widened a little in shock at her obvious distress. He hadn't even thought to tell her, he felt a rush of guilt and reddened in embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry... Yona... he is-" He was cut off by Prof. Kang entering the classroom and he lifted his hand in farewell as Yona rushed off to her seat.

He wished he could somehow relay a message to her that his father was alright but instead he leaned back into his seat and listened with half an ear as Kang handed out test results and declared the highest scores. His paper landed in front of him and he barely glanced at the Average score. Kang then invited everyone to partner up in group of three. Wishing that group projects could be banned from schools Collin prepared himself for the worst.

He noticed Koda and Mac partner up and was pleasantly surprised when Mac offered for him to join them. He nodded gratefully and shifted his seat closer to them. Mac was already pouring the tea and he reached for dainty little china cup and took a small sip. He tried to act natural despite was scalding liquid burning the roof of his mouth.
He coughed a little before he spoke "Uh Thanks..." He looked over at Koda and then back to Mac. He wondered what it took to make someone so cheerful. Kang suggested that they take out their textbooks to help translate the leaves and he did just that. The large dust book acted as his cup rest as he waited for the warm liquid to cool a little.

"I guess the nice thing about divination is the tea." Collin said softly. He did his best to make conversation. FInally the tea cooled enough for him to chug it down quickly. He swirled the final sip and then passed his cup to Koda who was on his left. Then opening his book to a helpful page he waited to get Mac's cup.
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Eve received her rather poor grade for her paper and quickly hid it. Despite her best efforts she could not seem to master the class. she waited patiently for Kang to explain to the class what they were doing. She straightened a little when she was told they would be separating into groups and was delighted. She loved any chance she could get to chat with her fellow classmates.

She waited a few moments while people partnered up and realized that perhaps she had waited to long. Even Koda and Collin had found groups while she was alone. Deciding that was no good she stood and looked around. She noticed Ophelia and decided that was where she wanted to be.
"Hello!" she said brightly, moving a seat closer to them and when Ophelia said they could be a group of four she sat and took out her book. She noticed Fee wincing as the teapot was rather hot and when the cups were poured she reached over and touched the girls hand. "Are you alright?" She asked. "I could go get a cool cloth if you need?"

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Leiyona finished her cup in no time - she'd always been a fast drinker. After taking the last sip - she passed the cup to Nikolai.

"So what horrors does my future await. Please tell me king of Divination..." Yona said and sighted in boredom, but then she heard a voice. When turning around, she noticed how Jupiter had walked up to join the two of them. "Morning" followed by "May i?". Yona nodded and smiled like an idiot, maybe a bit too enthusiastic. How lovely, they had gotten a 3rd member of the group! She did a hand gesture towards the empty chair and her face was shining like the sun.

"Of course!" she said as she moved the 3rd teacup to Jupiter. A part of her knew that Jupiters reason for joining them probably was the king of divination himself sitting there, but Yona did not mind- she was happy as could be not being alone with him! Now Nikolai would not be able to pester her as much at least...

She leaned back in her chair and raised one eyebrow when looking at Jupi, remembering how it had been fullmoon only 3 days ago. Her sharp expression was asking herself if this 3rd member of the group was in the state of "friend or foe" but she softened when Jupiter sat down. Maybe her "nurse" instinct kicked in and she leaned closer to try and see how bad the damage was this time. But since Jupiter was wearing long sleeves, it was impossible to tell.

"How are you Jupiter? No need to pretend" she said with a soft tone and her worried wrinkles in her forehead had once again appeared. Waiting for Jupis answer, she also waited for them to finish their tea. Leiyona had passed her cup to Nikolai and he was supposed to pass his to Jupiter and Jupi hers to Yona.


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Timothy just kept smiling, with a silent "i bet you will" as response for Vince's answer. He knew his friend was well capable off taking down the levau assholes without damaging or moving his hat as much as an inch. Timothy on the other hand was the opposite- he would normally just let them beat him up beyond recognition -except for that stubborn grin ofc, which never seemed to go away.. Listening to the second half of Vince's "good morning chit chat" made Timothy tilt his head to the side. He'd always been very transparent in his facial expressions. Right now the slightly open mouth and lingering (thinking hard) dark eyes told the spectators that Tim had no clue what Vince whas talking about.

"Who's Hugo?" Then finally a flash of his perfume bottle was seen while searching his past memories. Timothy grabbed the sleeve of his grey knitted cardigan and sniffed it a few times - like the fragrance would trigger anything. "Ooh right.. thank you.. i guess" a voice that sounded a bit distant as Tim continued his trip down memory lane.

The perfume had actually been a gift from his parents, in one of their many attempts to buy his forgiveness and get rid of the guilt they feel for "abandoning" their son. Normally, Tim never used his parents gifts - most of the time being fancy clothes, expensive watches and so on. But when it came to perfumes, his mother did have a better taste than himself (he was completely lost when it came to that kind of stuff, probably just ending up buying the closest bottle and then smelling like an old Troll)...

When returning to reality Tim noticed how the class was about to start. The graded test was lying in front of him on the desk, and there was also a teapot and some cups. Apparently tasseography was on the schedule. When turning over, Tim confirmed what he already knew. He'd passed with flying colors in some mysterious way - like always. Even tho he wasn't one of the top students - he seemed to have the "gift" of divination. Quite unexpected for a big goofy dude, but then - he did have his head in the clouds most of the time.

The groups started to form and Tim sat in silence and anticipation - watching how Chase left their group and joined Torrence and Max. Tim hated this kind of tasks - forming groups by own choice. Something that often ment he was left out alone because no one wanted to team up with the wierdo. When Dom left for Kieran and Helena - Tim looked down with an apathic expression. Vince, Flowergirl and Ophelia was surely going to group and Tim would be the leftovers. That was what he thought, until her voice sounded.

"I guess that leaves us." Tim watched with big eyes as she took a 4th cup from an empty table and brought it to theirs. "We can just be a four, right?". His shoulders sank probably an inch in relief, but then he felt as how his heart skipped a beat. He was in the same group as Fee and Flowergirl! Ophelia who made him shy and Flowergirl who seemed to avoid him. But then.. She had given him a smile this morning! Maybe Flowergirl was generous today... Even so - thank god Vince was there to protect him from the scary girls.

"Ooh, hot. Hothothothothot..." Tim was fast to look up when hearing the words, and watched as Ophelia winced in pain over the hot teapot. His mouth tensed up in a narrow line and he looked quite annoyed rather than worried. Thinking he should have done it instead of her... it was not like he felt any pain, but even if he did - he would not hesitate to take it upon himself instead of Ophelia. Thankfully Evelyn seemed to tend for her hand at least... "Next time... Just let me do the hot teacup thing" he mumbled quiet. Not that he was angry or anything (even tho he might have sounded like it)..

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As Ophelia placed down the hot teapot in relief, she was alarmed by the reactions of those around her. At Evelyn's kind words, she smiled in a combination of reassurance and embarrassment, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh no! I'm fine, really. It didn't burn me or anything."
What shocked her more so, however, was Timothy. The annoyance in his voice almost made her knock over her teacup as she moved to pick it up, and she bit her lip as she felt another flush of embarrassment.
Good grief, it wasn't that hot! Why did you have to say anything? Now you've gone and gotten everyone fretting about over a kettle.
"Next time... Just let me do the hot teacup thing."
Fee couldn't pinpoint whether Tim's comment was spurred by concern or frustration, although the sinking feeling in her chest suggested the latter. For a beat, she felt unfortunately chastised, but it was a momentary break in her typical persona, and then she was back to smiles.
"Not a chance. What use am I if I can get thwarted by a teapot?"
Reaching for her cup, she downed her tea, enjoying its sweetness. Thus was the magic of the tea served in Divination; it altered its flavor to suit its drinker's personal tastes.
After finishing her drink, she slid the cup towards the person to her left.
"I'm picturing a pretty awesome future for myself, so try not to disappoint, okay"