Ramsey Blackwood's Story

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Ramsey Blackwood
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Moira Castillon
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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.

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.


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.


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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Kieran laid on her back lost in sleep... Well, not entirely. Kieran was never one to really get much as she spent most of her nights up studying with the aid of charms and muggle Red Bull to keep her awake until she felt satisfied with what she accomplished. Though even nights she managed to rest, Kieran always awoke from flashbacks and nightmares. Much like today, Kieran had attempted for get some form of sleep but accomplished next to nothing. She instead just laid in her bed with her eyes clothes listening to her roommate awake and move about the room. Kieran pulled her covers up to hide away in her blanket shield only to have Helena penetrate it by pulling the covers down.

"Time to wake up, my love. You don't want to suffer being late for class." Her lips felt soft like velvet against her ear and her felt warm but sent shivers down her spine. Kieran did her best not to stir just as Helena decided to kiss her forehead. Kieran kept her eyes shut refusing to look at her roommate and allow herself to be toyed with like a game of cat and mouse.

Helena was finally out of the room giving Kieran to open her eyes and breathe a loud sigh of relief. That the divines that was finally over before Kieran caved into her own temptations like so many times before. Kieran just hoped her will would stay strong this week with O.W.L.S as that seemed to be the only thing on Kieran's mind. She didn't really put any thought towards the dance and personally saw no use in attending if the 'precious' Eld's weren't insisting on her attendance with them.

Kieran threw herself out of her bed only to have Boomer come fling out with her. "Bitch!" Kieran rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, Boomer." She walked around the room throwing her typical outfit together for the day. Kieran was not too found of the dress code though she had been thrown in detention enough times to at least put some effort into her outfits. She dressed herself and began to put her favored gauges into her ear before begrudgingly putting on her tie. She honestly looked more like a boy with long hair and eyeliner on at this point than a girl but she liked it and was out the door with Boomer running up her leg and clinging his claws on the back of her Letterman jacket.

This mornings distraction had caused Kieran not to be the first one in the room one of the first times in her life as she was always overly punctual to every class even if she hated any of them. The same went for Divination as Kieran saw no point to the class but still made a habit of coming in early.

Now Kieran was faced with the decision of where to sit. The simplest choice would be with the equally hated Ramsey Blackwood and Drachen Eld along with Helena though Kieran despised having to breathe the same air as them if she could actually knew what hate genuinely felt like other than the description of emotions. She decided she'd instead rile up Drachen's feathers but taking a seat next to one of the few real friends she has in this school... Chase Beckett and Dominic Hahn. She didn't entirely get along with the others seated at the table though it was totally worth how hysterical Drachen was going to get with her later.

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Koda had been woken up when a white fur ball by the name of Micco decided to lay on his face after Koda ignored his alarm. Koda groaned at his well trained stoat forcing him to get up for the day but caved out of annoyance. He first allowed Micco the step off him before following by getting out of bed knowing fully well Micco would get nippy if he didn't soon.

He stretched his body in every possible direction after standing up before eventually hiding away in the bathroom to wet his hair in an attempt to slick back his curls to achieve the 'coiffed' look. Though of course, Koda's curls never wanted to listen to him and went wherever they pleased making his efforts pointless just like every other morning before.

Koda eventually was able to throw on his carefully selected school uniform. He took his time making sure everything was perfectly in place. Appearances didn't matter much with Koda's status though that still didn't stop him from making sure he looked his best every day but also made sure to incorporate the 'bad boy' flare some of the rumors about him had by finishing his polished look off with a leather jacket.

Koda was at the door when he whistled for Micco who came sprinting off his bed and leapt into Koda's bag before he walked to Divination class. Koda had chosen a seat hidden in the back as soon as he arrived and ignored most of the people in the room. He came quietly to his selected seat and said nothing as always while he watched the class begin.

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 “Hub”, as it had numerous splintering hallways that led to dozens of places throughout the campus. It’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.


“Still no luck trying to convert spells into coding? What are you even trying to get it to do anyway?” A familiar set of blonde curls came bouncing into view out of the north tunnel. It wasn’t uncommon for Mac to take morning excursions through the tunnels, but that passage only let out onto the grounds and forest.


“It’s seven in the morning, and you’ve already been out hiking. Do you not sleep or something?” Toric’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.


“Ha! That’s rich coming from you! Did you even go to bed last night?” Toric’s silence was the only confirmation Mac needed to smugly continue on. “You’re gonna be in for a rough ride if you get caught snoozing in divination again. A real shame that’d be.”

“Since when did you start caring about divination? You’re usually the one cheering to skip it.” 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.


“Are you kidding, a week before the dance?! I’m taking bets on how many desperate dopes start reading pick up lines in their tea leaves!” Mac cackled. “Speaking of...have you got a date yet or what? You can’t sit out every social event on campus. The loner genius bit gets tacky after a while.”


Toric’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 didn’t give Mac the satisfaction of letting on. “Yeah well, who exactly are you going with hmm? I heard Lukas Krauter was planning to ask you, but he’s a pig working down the list, so I wouldn’t take it personally.”


“Ew, not even as a joke dude.” 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 god’s gift to women, giving him all the confidence of Casanova without any of the charm.


“I’ve got a few prospects in mind.” Mac recovered quickly with a grin, a glint in her eyes that Toric knew all too well.


“Oh just leave the poor guy alone!” Toric groused, finally shoving away from the makeshift contraption he called a computer to stretch his limbs. “Next to Frenching the guy in potions, I’m not sure how much more forward you could be. If he liked you, don’t you think he’d have said something by now?” 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.


“It’s a work in progress.” Mac admitted grudgingly. “Besides, with what I’ve got planned for today, even he’s gonna crack a smile!” 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. Koda’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 couldn’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 she’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 she’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. I’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 Koda’s right.

“Clear your schedule for the evening, we’re going out tonight!” Mac let out in a hushed conspiratorial whisper, her lips brushing closer to Koda’s ear than was strictly necessary.

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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 he’d even look forward to it. That was a pleasant thought.

Mac noticed the mouse before she saw Collin, who’d been pretty quiet in the corner so far. Koda didn’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 Mac’s indulgent glance at Collin’s familiar was pleasant, if a bit disinterested.

When their paper’s came floating back, Mac wasn’t the least bit surprised she hadn’t made it into the top five, though the fact she’d eked out a passing mark was a pleasant turn. Pity, or a great deal of amusement on Kang’s part, Mac suspected had to the most to do with it, as the young witch hadn’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 didn’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 today’s assignment a bit more seriously for his sake. Watching the tea set float to their table, Mac couldn’t help the bemused smile that twisted her lips as she realized she’d ironically predicted their lesson earlier in the morning. ‘Apparently I’ve got more of the gift than I thought!’

Mac accepted the poured cup with good cheer, her eyes glancing sideways at Collin, still without a group, nearby. “We’ve got an open spot.” 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 he’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 Koda’s social circle with friendly presences; she’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 weren’t particularly close. Toric didn’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. Ramsey’s corner was out of the question, not that Toric thought they’d demean themselves to join his group anyway. Glancing at the Fawkes group just made him feel tired. Toric didn’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 he’d had the urge to begin with as he pulled out his divination book. Max could worry about getting them a third, he’d likely have more luck regardless.

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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..."