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Orchid Grimsbane

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

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

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Orichid Morgana Grimsbane

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Just Orchid

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Metamorphmagus

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Heterosexual

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Febuary 14th




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Orchid is Metamorphagi, meaning her appearance is ever changing with her mood and feelings. On a normal day Orchid's skin is a slightly tan olive, courtesy of her Spanish mother, while her blue green eyes pierce in a way similar to her father's. Never one to be ordinary, her hair is usually always a deep shade of Dark Purple or Plum. It is her favorite color and the first indication that there is nothing ordinary about her. She stands a little taller than the average witch naturally and she has never felt the need to change that simply for the fun intimidation factor of it all. She's never been described as buxom, but she's never heard any complaints either, nor is she looking to morph herself into some comically curvaceous amazon. She makes her curves work.
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However, with her ever changing mood comes ever changing features. She can take on many forms of appearance at will from changing hair, skin, eyes, and even gender if she sees fit. She might even turn into a bird and simply fly far away. But because of restrictions and close observations on campus, she is more or less confined to her natural form give or take a change here and there. When she becomes angry, her long curly hair tends to bleed into a bright crimson and it's been known to even appear as if it's aflame. When she is upset, everything about her seems to fade away into grey scale. From her hair, to her skin, and even her eyes, all color and life seems to leave her. As for her style, she enjoys looking proper and polished always, but not for the reason most do. She finds it almost perverse to dress so proper when she is so wild and she always gets such a hardy laugh from it.

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Patient โˆ Unpredictable โˆ Temperamental
Honest โˆ Imaginative โˆ Emotional


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From the moment she was born, when her uncontrollable hair and features made their presence known in a big way, Orchid was encouraged to take her unique gifts and translate into personality. She does not prescribe to your sense of what is right and what is wrong. She is neither good nor is she evil. Orchid likes to think she commands her own destiny, and the best way of doing that is by total independence. Orchid lives in a colorful, sensual world, inspired by connections with people and ideas. But never beliefs, beliefs never last and are always subject to change. Ideas are forever, you may create a new one here and there, but the old ones will always remain.
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In her day to day interaction with others she is the picture of humor and charm. She is in her very nature kind and patient. After all, having power since she was born forced her to learn to be kind and patient with herself. But make no mistake, she is extremely headstrong and the farthest thing from a doormat. She's nice because she enjoys being nice. She simply doesn't see the point in being nasty and cruel, all it does is waste precious energy and time. In any case, she enjoys people of all kinds and is capable at talking to most in a way that allows her to be in good standing with everyone. The bad eggs included. Interacting with people and understanding them is her favorite past time and she is quite good at it.And as far as blood prejudice, she could honestly care less. There are plenty of very powerful witches and wizards throughout history that were more powerful than even pure bloods and that's enough proof for her. Orchid honestly doesn't want to know your blood status, she really doesn't care.
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Her Metamorphmagus powers are very much controlled by her emotions sometimes and to make matters worse she is a person that is very ruled by her emotions. Make no mistake, she is by no means empty-headed or without logic, but dammit she can't help herself. She leads with her heart and always has. Luckily for her, her heart is usually in sync with her head and makes good decisions. But she'll be the first to admit she has a temper like a firecracker...and quite literally too.


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Orchid's story begins during the second Wizard's War when the Dark Lord was finally defeated at the hands of the Order. Her father Vedastus Grimsbane, was at the time a death eater. After the Dark Lord fell he decided to flee, choosing his life over a cause that had now been rendered useless. Being French, he knew he could not return to his homeland and so he decided to move to the nearby country of Spain. He had never been suited for the nomadic lifestyle and soon found himself starving with no survival skills and no way to perform magic lest he be discovered. It was at this kismet that Orchid's mother found him. She was a witch herself coming from a line long enough to compare to the French Grimsbane, but with severely different prospects. Her mother was a gypsy, a people known throughout history for their folklore, mystery, and nomadic ways. She was a practicing shaman, moving from town to town selling cures for ailments and tinctures for this and that. It was on the road she found him, nearly dead and on the run. And the rest is history. It's funny how love always seems to defy even the strongest magic and circumstance.
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In no time they were married, child on the way. They both knew it wasn't safe for them to stay where they were, that they'd have to get as far away as possible at least until the remaining practicing death eaters were rounded up. So they decided America was their best bet. The American magical community seemed to be far away enough to remain somewhat neutral to the war raging in Europe so they threw caution to the wind and flew there as soon as possible. Her mother would always talk about Spain, how she missed travel and adventure, but there was no denying how fiercely she loved her family.
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Raising a child is hard enough, raising a magical child is even harder, and raising a magical child that could change its appearance at birth is even harder than that. Her father would later go on to say how proud and terrified he was the first time her hair chained color, or her eyes. But grow she did. Now she is very much like her mother, the shaman. Invoker of spirits, protector of life and leader of her heart. But she is also her father, fierce and cunning when cross and confident in her abilities. Now she nears her last year, simply waiting for the next page in a short book amongst others on a shelf of the library of life.




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      Sweet Tooth // Orchid is always carrying chocolate or some sort of sweetie around with her. She liked to eat and eat alot, but her favorite in between meal snack is candy. Her absolute favorite candy in the whole world are Strawberry Mentos.

      Knows several Languages // Aside from English, she was taught French, Catalan, Spanish, German, and Romani.

      Literary Quotes // Orchid does a lot of reading, not just studying. And she's been blessed with a photographic memory. She always seems to have an occasion to use this famous quotes, or that famous quote and enjoys introducing people to words of the past.

      Morally Ambiguous // Orchid is a person that has always played by her own rules. If her idea of what is fair and just and what is unfair and unjust just so happens to be different than those around her then so be it. She wasn't put on this Earth to please everyone.

      Non-magical sports // She was a big fan of baseball growing up, and also enjoyed doing gymnastics since she was a child. She also enjoys fencing and swimming. Anything that keeps her fit and healthy.


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      Candy // Fencing // Gynmastics // Gray, Rainy Days // Exploring the Night // Playing with Fernando // Danger // All kinds of foods // Traveling // Talking to people // Intimidation // Jokes // Communing with spirits // Surprises // Dressing up // Studying/Reading // Dancing // Music from the 60's // Children


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      Pointless Questions // Being angry/upset // Long, monotonous days // Predictability // Meeting expectations // Boredom // Being confined into her pure form // Being Barefoot // Roses // Bright Light // Early Mornings // Scented Candles // Illusions of Grandeur // Weakness // People who do nothing but feel sorry

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13ยพ | Unbending Flexibility | Cypress | Phoenix Feather Core

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Mockingbird

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Orchid's boggart is a picture of herself in chains while her body continuously warps in and out of one form to another. Some belonging to her friends and family, some completely gruesome and terrifying. To lose control of her gift is just as terrifying to her as being trapped.


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Potions // Herbology //To her they're one in the same. Quite the necessity when healing and divination is a large part of what you do. Potions and shamanism have always gone hand in hand and she's a natural, naturally.

Tranfiguration // That goes without saying. She's even good at changing other things.

Occlumency // With an Ex-Deatheater as a father, he always made sure Orchid's mind was protected. She's in the process of learning Legilimency, but that takes even the best wizards years of study and practice.

Divination // As good as someone can be with seeing into the future at the student level. Whether she's absolutely insane, or her own spirit guides give aid, she receives high marks in this course. Also, her mother was a gypsy Seer. It would be sad if she couldn't even pass.

Dark Magic // Shamanism stands on ambiguous ground when it comes to whether or not it is light or dark, but she enjoys both thoroughly. The dark side is always more fun, and ambiguity is always right up her alley.


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Dueling // She never truly considered it's importance until her father attempted to duel with her for practice. She's trying to catch up now but finds fighting with brawn so boring. She'd rather use words, they always seem to cut deeper.

Voodoo // Dolls, brick dust, and chicken bones? And they call Seers insane.

History of Magic // While she truly loves reading about history, HAVING to read about it, then discuss it, then be tested on it, is the dullest thing in the world she can think of.

DADA // It's not as if she's a stranger to the dark arts and dark magic. She has been known to step into darkness herself, but this goes one on one with dueling for the most part. After insistence from her father, she's trying to do better about protecting herself.



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Orchid could care less who your parents are, what your bloodline is, or what any of that means. As far as she's concerned, you're only limited by your own self-doubts and the obstacles you create. She is pure-blood, but it has not and will not ever define her or anyone else in her eyes.

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Vedastus Grimsbane | Father | 47

Charani Pyre | Mother | 40


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Her Familiar is her Darling Fernando. He's the cutest and sweetest little albino vampire bat. He's absolutely viscous and she loves him. Thank goodness she finally got him to leave campus for food instead of some poor first year's cat!





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Orchid Grimsbane's Story

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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
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Moira Castillon
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Chase "Blue" Beckett
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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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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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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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_____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 looked sullenly resigned, and while it was far from the enthusiastic response she might have liked, Mac had learned to accept that was the best she was likely to receive. At least for now, she assured herself quickly, relentlessly cheerful. Tonight would be a turning point Mac was sure, and she was determined to make certain he enjoyed himself. Then, the next time she dragged him along to explore some new cavern or crevice, maybe heโ€™d even look forward to it. That was a pleasant thought.

Mac noticed the mouse before she saw Collin, whoโ€™d been pretty quiet in the corner so far. Koda didnโ€™t seem to react to the small visitor, which was comforting in a way, as Mac might have been more than a little upset if an, albeit cute, rodent could get more of a response from him than she could. Crawling around in tunnels and other abandoned structures had mostly desensitized her to such creatures, so Macโ€™s indulgent glance at Collinโ€™s familiar was pleasant, if a bit disinterested.

When their paperโ€™s came floating back, Mac wasnโ€™t the least bit surprised she hadnโ€™t made it into the top five, though the fact sheโ€™d eked out a passing mark was a pleasant turn. Pity, or a great deal of amusement on Kangโ€™s part, Mac suspected had to the most to do with it, as the young witch hadnโ€™t taken the assignment the least bit seriously. While her reading of the cards were technically in line with the book, Mac had used them to make ridiculously absurd predictions that read more like jokes than actual glimpse into the future. The sight, as far a Mac was concerned, was something you had or you didnโ€™t, and even then she was deeply skeptical. Prophecies had a tendency to be conveniently vague, and with parameters like that, you could twist anything to fit if you wanted it to badly enough.

Turning to Koda, Mac shrugged apologetically as she glimpsed his far superior mark, resolving to at least attempt to take todayโ€™s assignment a bit more seriously for his sake. Watching the tea set float to their table, Mac couldnโ€™t help the bemused smile that twisted her lips as she realized sheโ€™d ironically predicted their lesson earlier in the morning. โ€˜Apparently Iโ€™ve got more of the gift than I thought!โ€™

Mac accepted the poured cup with good cheer, her eyes glancing sideways at Collin, still without a group, nearby. โ€œWeโ€™ve got an open spot.โ€ She called over in clear invitation that was neither pushy, nor grudging. Collin was welcome to join if he needed a group, and if he had better prospects in mind, there would be no hard feelings. Mac suspected heโ€™d accept though, as it was both convenient, and Collin seemed comfortable around Koda, which was nice to see. While Mac enjoyed the times she had the dark brooding boy all to herself, she liked the thought of expanding Kodaโ€™s social circle with friendly presences; sheโ€™d seen too many people act toward him in pointless cruelty over the years.



Toric barely glanced at his returned assignment, noting the passing mark, and using the parchment as a bookmark with an air of disgruntlement as he was forced to abandon his preferred text. He looked up as Max made his late entry and took a seat in the open space to his right, returning a quick nod in acknowledgment. Max was an alright sort, though they werenโ€™t particularly close. Toric didnโ€™t complain though, there were far worse options in this room he could be stuck with, and as it became apparent they were supposed to pair up into group of three, Toric scanned the room for an additional prospect with a grim stare.

Mac had already situated herself with Koda (of course), and it looked like she was ushering Collin over to be their third. Ramseyโ€™s corner was out of the question, not that Toric thought theyโ€™d demean themselves to join his group anyway. Glancing at the Fawkes group just made him feel tired. Toric didnโ€™t really have the energy or extroverted social skills to fit in there, but considering the size of the group, run off from there was probably their best bet.

Toric was contemplating calling out to one, Dom maybe, when he caught sight or Orchid. Always one to make an entrance, Toric proved a dutiful audience to her theatrics. His eyes were transfixed by the candy he knew without being told was strawberry as it passed between her lips, plumping them and leaving a glossy red stain. Toric had the sudden uncharacteristic urge to be bold, call out to Orchid and offer her a seat. Then she saddled up next to Helena, whose arms were already around Kieran, intent clear, and the moment passed. Toric might not have any gift of foresight, but he could see that group all but formed clear as day. Slumping back into his seat, mood soured considerably as he began denying to himself heโ€™d had the urge to begin with as he pulled out his divination book. Max could worry about getting them a third, heโ€™d likely have more luck regardless.

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Chase "Blue" Beckett
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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.

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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..."