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Felix Weyard

"I will not let my family down. I must have survived for a purpose..."

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a character in “Magus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”, as played by BrandedOne

Description

FELIX WEYARD

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Basic Info

Name: Felix Weyard
Age: 16
Gender: Male
House: Cervus
Pet: A black owl named Tempus
Birthplace: Alamosa, Colorado
Wand: 14 in, Ebony, Dragon Heartstring, Firm

Likes
  • The piano, and music that features one
  • Reading a book
  • Wintertime
  • The outdoors
  • Traveling and hiking
  • Care of Magical Creatures and DADA

Dislikes
  • Nobles that flaunt their blood status as if it gives them power
  • Being stuck in one place without anything to do
  • Overly loud noises or strong smells
  • Having to focus on something that doesn't interest him
  • Mathematics

Personality

He is usually the one that shies away from very large crowds, preferring the company of himself or the close few he calls friend. Those people that gain his trust and compassion gain a young man that will stand by them through any and all trials that may face them, loyal to the end. While seeming to be slightly anti-social, he is very kind and compassionate to the plights of others. Those that suffered, those that have to do without, those that aren't strong enough; all these people are those that he yearns to aid with what power he possesses. His spell focus revolves around protection and charms, but he knows a few curses for combat if he has to fight. His eyes shine with a dull light, expressing the pain within that his face dares not to show. He can usually be found in the library, mistaken to have a Vulpes-like study habit; however, his focus is on breaking the curse he was afflicted with. Being bitten by a werewolf that was in human form.

Due to this affliction, his senses of hearing and smell are slightly better than that of a normal human's. Too loud a noise, or too strong a smell, actually hurts him in a way so he tries to keep himself out of those environments if he can. His love of classical music, the piano most of all, stems from this. The sound the piano makes, the soft notes, are soothing to him and helps put his mind at ease if troubled.

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History

Felix was born an only child to a pair of wizard parents in the small town of Alamosa, Colorado. Out in a town of a little under nine thousand in population, and where you could own a plot of land that was five acres easy, the boy grew up around magic and it's regular use. However, this all changed when he turned nine. On the day of his birthday, a werewolf in human form raided the Weyard homestead looking for an easy meal. He found the family, instead. Taken by surprise, his parents were swiftly killed for interfering, leaving a cowering boy alone and defenseless. When the werewolf went to take a bite of Felix's cake, the boy sprung up to try and shield it, insisting that his parents made it only for him. The man's teeth latched into the boys shoulder instead of the cake, thus cursing young Felix with slightly more feral traits by the time the Aurors had arrived and dispatched the untransformed werewolf. His grandparents took him in after the attack, and the young man started anew on the other side of town. Every day he would walk past the home he used to know, remembering the attack and wondering if there was anything he could have done.

When Felix turned eleven, he found a letter waiting for him upon his return home from the customary walk. The owl that held it was jet black, with a piercing amber gaze that seemed to manifest his darkest thoughts. After opening the letter at the table with his oddly smiling grandparents, young Felix learned that he was a wizard, much like his parents. He looked up from the letter to ask his grandparents about what he had just received, and they excitedly explained the meaning behind being accepted to Magus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Listening to their tales of the school, Felix couldn't help but be excited himself about the prospect of joining and being accepted. It was then that the owl landed next to him and held out another note that was neatly tucked under its wing. The note explained that this owl was the familiar of his father, and that he had chosen Felix as his new master. "Tempus. Latin for Time. It's perfect." The young man had stated, and thus began the partnership that has lasted to this day.

His first year was rough, exceptionally so. After nearly failing every class he took, the Cervus Head of House, Simone Kass, took him aside to ask what the matter was. After some coaxing, he explained the nature of the curse he bears and how it affects him. She quickly helped the young man, and after the second year and part of third year, he had established a routine that worked for him, and he is now excelling in almost all classes. With a few bumps in the road of course, like History of Magic and Divination. Due to her positive influence in his life, Felix Weyard holds Simone Kass in high esteem, and is proud to be considered one of her students in the Cervus House. His free time now is spent usually in the Cervus Common Room reading or in the Extracurricular House in Muggle Studies, where he usually plays the piano.

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So begins...

Felix Weyard's Story

Felix glanced over at the man that sat next to him as he was eating his morning breakfast. The guy looked like Christmas had come early with the sight of bacon on his plate, but Felix didn't pay it much mind. Unlike the other students around him, Felix's breakfast consisted of quite literally only meat. Several eggs, slices of bacon, some sausage, and that mixed into chopped potatoes; it had Felix almost drooling as he ate. Although the meal was good, the desire to have it more raw still burned in the back of his mind, pulling at him as he consumed his meal swiftly. He cursed his wolf spirit for affecting him this way, even if he didn't shift with the moon it still affected him.

Glancing over at the sound of a commotion, his blood boiled to see Justin appearing to be attacked by several students. He immediately had his black wand out and trained on the Vulpes students as he moved to stand next to his friend; breakfast could wait. He idly noticed the man that sat next to him had pulled out his wand as well, and noted that in his mind. Emerson, I think his name was. Felix thought to himself as he got next to Justin.

"Justin, what happened?" He asked sternly, his voice rumbling with a rich baritone as he reached over in an attempt to remove the cat that had latched onto his friend while keeping his wand trained on the others. His six-foot one-inch build rippled with the lean muscle that was partially hidden under his robes as the wolf blood in him was calling for retaliation, something that he had to mentally lockdown to keep from doing exactly that. His gaze shifting to each member that threatened his friend.

Teiver, a bookworm. Naire, the guy that keeps slapping those cards I hear every day. Victor, the guy that just feels cold to me. He mused while silently preparing a Shield Charm to protect himself and his friend from any further harm. He didn't even stop to consider why the other Vulpes were acting the way they did, his wolfen curse crying out inside his head to punish those that would harm his friend.

#, as written by throne
Justin Hardy - Totally a Physics Stripper



Teiver’s ruse might have worked on anyone else. Justin had the survival instincts of a latch-key child, though, and he was more than familiar with what it looked like when she was communicating with the cat. Her attempt to fool him with her face was pretty humorous regardless of what hour of the morning it was or what he’d had to drink the night before. After all, misdirection like that was practically one of Justin’s wealhouses. Even Victor had trouble pulling one over on him, and he was among the most polished liars, either by word or expression, that Justin had ever encountered.

His grin fell away and he sprang into motion. He sort of pivoted to the left, shrugging the arm that Garrison wasn’t on out of his open robe easily, and then pivoted a second time to bring himself around in the better part of a circle. He used his free hand, in the meantime, to drag his robe about behind his back, sort of as if he were putting on a cape in reverse. The final pivot, which would bring him around facing front once more, saw him using his robe to bundle Garrison up while the cat was still descending his arm. He just sort of yanked his arm out of the other sleeve while dragging the bulk of the fabric forward, grabbing the sleeves and hem with both hands in order to turn it into a makeshift sack, Garrison contained within. He’d seen her discretely positioning her wand, and knew that spell was coming.

Justin’s propensity for pranking had resulted in more than his fair share of duels over the years, more often than not with students older than himself. He’d acquitted himself quite well in most of them, largely due to the fact that he didn’t have the conventional wizarding mindset about dueling. Most people seemed to stand stock still, slinging spells at one another like the exchange of musket fire, but Justin never stopped moving and used terrain features to his benefit quite well.

He didn’t have enough time or hands to go for his wand, but he did have an awfully poetic shield available to him. He brought the trapped cat in front of him, interposing it between himself and Teiver. If she didn’t abort the casting, she’d probably be glad she only whispered it, because a Stunning spell at full force, at close range, on so small a creature? Well, she might never be able to forgive herself.

All told, the entire maneuver was a bit ridiculous to watch. Justin was quick, but he was not graceful, so the whole affair was a mess of his arms at odd angles and his long legs dancing poorly, if very effectively. His turning had made him aware that Naire was coming toward him, but his mind was a liiiiittle too preoccupied to dissect that fact overly. As far as he knew, Naire had no issues with him beyond some somewhat adorable awkwardness, and he didn’t exactly consider the Aussie a threat.

Regardless of whether or not Teiver went through with her spell, Justin would toss the fabric-swaddled-cat with a degree of delicacy onto the star charts on the table, using that little distraction to get his wand out. In the midst of his rapid defense, his expression had been one of intense focus, eyes sharp and mouth set in determination. He was breathing a touch raggedly after the flurry of movement, but resumed a rather lopsided grin. When his robe spilled open to reveal Garrison, for better or worse, he looked very pointedly at Teiver and quipped ”Well then. Looks like the cat’s out of the bag.” Translation: it’s on, chica.

He became aware of a presence beside him. Noting it was Cervus-Felix coming to his defense, he couldn’t help but let his fronted grin grow more earnest. Emerson had drawn his wand as well, which… well, if Justin hadn’t been in the midst of a confrontation, he might have blushed, or maybe sang. He wasn’t sure.

”Oh, I was just trying out my Shrodinger’s cat strip tease on Victor and Teiver. Garrison volunteered to help,” he remarked casually in response to Felix. It was a preposterous explanation, but he didn’t want this to erupt into some sort of show down. He did try to abide by some of the school’s more overt rules, like the ones that applied to mass dueling at the breakfast tables. There would surely be repercussions that rippled into the future after this, but they’d be far more subtle than the incident that incited them. He lowered his wand.

”Mind if I have breakfast with you guys?” he asked his Cervus defenders.

(Just for the sake of clarity: Justin wasn’t bitten, Teiver can still abort her spell, and… yeah.)

#, as written by Skwidge
Lloyd Vrancing


Lloyd quietly let her lips return together as she finished her playing, removing the chin rest and setting her instrument back in its case. She then pushed herself up off of the ground, and smiled brightly at the Cervus girl. "Why thank you, milady." She made a sweeping bow, a shy and sheepish grin on her face, even if her actions did speak otherwise.

She then tilted her head back, looking down at her pants. "Yuck, these floors are positively filthy!" She stuck out her tongue, picking up her violin case. "So yeah, wanna go grab some breakfast?" Truth, she had already eaten, but it wouldn't hurt to get another few plates of food. She was running on ADHD energy, after all. And that did make one a bottomless pit.

The girl flashed Delilah a small grin once more, turning on the sink and grabbing a couple of paper towels, running them under the water and then stepping over to her, gently dabbing under her eyes with a cheery, naive smile. "There we go, you look a thousand times better already!" She stepped out her front foot over-exaggeratedly, and stiffly stepped forward, rocking just a tad before walking normally out the door.

Naire Harth


Naire immediately returned his wand back to his pocket, and quickly walked around the other side of the Vulpes table towards Myra. He gave a stunted grimace, sticking his tongue out. "I thought you'd save me a seat! But look at this, you're taking up, like, five bloody seats!" He was overexaggerating, of course, but he settled down next to her, taking the mug of coffee that presented itself gratefully.

He smiled sweetly at her, taking a big gulp of the steaming drink, clenching his eyes shut for a moment before shaking his head. "Much better, eh? What are ya reading?" He pulled back her book gently so she wouldn't lose her page, and scanned over the pages with a grin.

However, his gaze went back over to the fight up the table, and rolled his eyes. But he was soon distracted by a first year tugging on his robes warily. He turned with a big grin. "Yeah, what's up?" The boy looked a bit troubled, continuously eyeing his house mates fighting. "Uhm, won't we get points taken away for this from the prefects?" Naire smirked cheerily, rustling the boy's hair.

"Eh, who really cares about the House cup? Vulpes House may not win a lot, but we definitely have the most fun. Even if there are a few... bumps in the progress." His own gaze fell back to the trio, which had now grown to a... five-o? Whatever. The boy gave a small laugh, and then returned to his own friends.

Teiver Morn


Garrison struggled only a bit when he was caught off guard, but quickly remained standing still so as not to pose a moving barricade for Teiver. Of course, she was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events that Justin threw at her. Man I must be pretty rusty. She thought distractedly, her wand tilting downward of half her own doing. One because she was surprised and shifted a bit for worry of her other set of eyes, and two because it was pretty innocent. And hell, she'd get some sort of laugh from it.

So it ended up pointing towards his shoelaces.

She cut off her previous spell, and instead decided to go with a tongue tying curse. Sure, it was created by an idiot, but it had so many other uses than just for tongues, though retained its initial use.

Thus his shoelaces retied, triple knotting in place. And what with the tongue tying spell preventing a person from talking about a specific subject, why not have shoelaces refuse, or be very almost impossible to untie?

Teiver smiled cheerfully with a laugh. "Well played kind sir, though you should really be more careful with your footwear. Your poor ass might just end up on the floor, and we wouldn't want someone gluing it there, right?" She leaned forward, propping her chin on her wand, sticking her tongue out through another grin.

She then looked over to the two kids from other Houses with a subtly mocking, sympathetic look. "You didn't really think I'd hurt Justin, right? We are somewhat of friends, though some of his antics are a bit questionable. You'd know what I meant easily." She nodded in assumption, turning back to the table and scratching Garrison behind the ear.

Rosina Garenne



Her eyes opened, staring at the clock on her nightstand. It was early, but that was alright. She sat up in bed and stretched, then gave Belle a scratch between the ears. She purred softly in response. She smiled as she hopped out of bed, took a quick shower, then put on some simple clothes, donning her robe last. She decided to let her hair stay down, flowing softly over her shoulders. Before exiting the room, she remembered to grab her wand. The common room was pretty empty, so she didn't bother talking to anyone before she left. Instead of heading straight to the Great Hall, a visit to courtyard was in order first. The morning air was slightly cool, and it felt wonderful to her. Rose absolutely hated when it was too warm outside.

She lingered outside for longer than originally intended, and eventually entered the castle once more to eat some breakfast. As she was walking through the hallway, the sound of music caught her ears. Immediately, she knew who was making it. Quietly, she tiptoed to the doorway it was coming from, and edged it open slightly so she could peek inside. Sighing happily, she saw Lloyd playing the violin. Not many would know it was her, since she didn't choose to play for others most of the time. But she had for Rose, and it had made her feel extremely special. A smile couldn't be helped as she listened. The Ferre was more talented than anyone Rose had ever met. She contemplated entering the bathroom to say hello, but normally Lloyd didn't like to be disturbed while she was playing. So she respected her friend's wishes, and silently closed the door before continuing her trip to the Great Hall.

As she walked, her thoughts crossed to the night before. This morning, she was feeling particularly silly about everything she had felt the night before with Micah. She'd been so flustered, and almost angry. He wasn't trying to be mean to her, he had just been occupied. It had been the first night after all, and she couldn't expect him to give her all his attention for the entire night. He had many friends, and had wanted to talk to all of them. If she could muster up the courage, she wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly.

Then her thoughts shifted, and she remembered that Felix had been absent last night. Or he had been too busy, but she couldn't imagine him not saying hi to her. He was practically her best friend, after all. He wouldn't have ignored her, she decided finally, so something else must have been going on. As she walked through the large doors, he was the first person she saw. He was looking handsome this morning, she noted, and a smile crept across her face.

Then her eyes registered the rest of the scene, and she noticed him holding his wand, aiming at some of the other students. "Oh dear..." she said to herself, taking a few tentative steps forward. She knew he was fiercely loyal to his friends, so she assumed it was Justin that was in trouble. That was hard to believe.

Rose bit her lip, eyes shifting back and forth between all the students involved. And just as quickly as things got tense, they just seemed to dissipate. Justin was making jokes again, and had lowered his wand. She took that as a good enough sign to approach. She just had to say hi to her best friend. She crossed the rest of the distance quickly, then threw her arms around Felix. "I missed you!" she exclaimed happily, a little chuckle escaping her lips afterward.

"Come on, let's sit..." she said, grabbing his hand. She practically dragged him back to the Cervus table, wanting to get him away from the situation in case something worse happened, and made him sit down next to her. She was so excited to see him, she didn't even realize they were seated across from Emerson. That was the effect her best friend had on her. He calmed her tenseness, and just generally made her more relaxed. She didn't worry so much about things, or what everyone else thought of her. Her eyes then focused on Emerson, and she ran a few fingers through her hair, a nervous habit of hers. But she managed to give him a small smile and wave before turning her attention back to her friend. She was still aware of Emerson's presence, however.

Finn Pollack



When his eyes saw the time on the clock, he groaned, but made himself get up. The first day of classes was an extremely important one, and he wanted to get to the Great Hall as early as possible. As Head Boy, he wanted to be there for all the students of Ferre House, but mostly the first years. They'd no doubt have questions and concerns, and it was his job to answer them and make them feel at ease. He showered quickly, leaving his hair to air dry in the messy, windblown look that he enjoyed so well. A white polo and dark jeans were his simple choice of outfit for the day, before he put on the red-lined robe. Before leaving the room, he grabbed his wand, sticking it in his pocket, and made sure to pin his Head Boy badge on his robes for everyone to see.

As he walked down the steps to the common room, his thoughts drifted to the previous night's events. While he was still extremely interested in what Teiver was up to, his major feeling was guilt. He hadn't returned to the Great Hall after the adventure, which meant that the responsibility of directing the first years had been left entirely on the Head Girl's shoulders. He knew he'd get some grief about it, because he always did the right thing. At least that's what everyone seemed to think. And of course he strived to, but sometimes he fell short of his extreme expectations for himself.

Down in the common room, a first year ran up to him immediately, a panicked look on his face. "Finn, did I miss something? I don't know what my first class is, or what time! Where is my schedule? Was there somewhere I needed to go to pick it up? I don't kn-"

"Woah, dude, chill out," he said, laughing and clapping the boy on the shoulder. The first year didn't seem to know what was so funny, and still had a frightened look on his face. "The Heads of Houses always pass them out after breakfast in the Great Hall. The boys shoulders sagged, and he gave out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks," he said and walked away. Finn answered a few more questions, before informing them all that he was heading for the Great Hall, and if they needed anything else to seek him out there. After leaving the common room, he walked slowly through the halls, not feeling any need to rush. It was still pretty early, and most students were likely still asleep in their beds. He started humming a general tune, last night entering his mind once more. He just had to figure out what Teiver was doing in her secret tower. It would take considerable time, he was sure, but he was determined. It was something against the rules, he was confident about that, and it was his duty to put an end to it.

He needed to find time to actually go searching, though. He couldn't do it late at night, because of curfew. He wasn't going to break the rules, being Head Boy and all. Perhaps whenever he had free periods, since studying wasn't that important to him anyway. He just couldn't force himself to sit and read a textbook on some historical wizard, even if their actions changed the face of the wizarding world. He couldn't even force himself to read for the slightly more exciting subjects, like DADA. He liked learning by doing, which was what made him excel in subjects like Charms and Transfiguration, but his grades in History of Magic were well below standards.

He walked through the doors to the Great Hall, and a cluster of people caught his eye. Nothing was happening yet, but it certainly seemed as if tensions were high. And Teiver was in the middle of it... big surprise there. The red-haired girl, Rose was her name, walked up and pulled one of the students away, but the others didn't move. He walked up to them, and crossed his arms, a frown on his face. He wasn't especially surprised to see Victor was part of it either. "Do we have a problem here?"




Priscilla Barsotti



When her eyes opened, she expected to still be in Paris. It was only after a few moments of staring at the stone ceiling that she remembered she had returned to Magus Grex for her final year. Groaning, she made herself sit up, and rubbed her eyes to make herself wake up. Sluggishly, she got out of bed, and Princess mewed at her, obviously annoyed to have been woken up so early. "Oh hush," she said, rolling her eyes. Sometimes her cat was more of a diva than she was.

Upon entering the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror, and frowned. She had a serious case of bed head going on. She was gifted with natural beauty, of course, but it also took work to achieve her level of good looks. After showering, she took quite a long time applying her make up, and gave her hair some loose curls. Picking out her clothes was slightly more challenging. After about fifteen minutes, she decided on a black v-neck tanktop, as well as a black pencil skirt. And true to her nature, rather high black heels adorned her feet. After one last look in the mirror, she deemed herself ready for the public to see her.

She said her goodbye to Princess, and locked her door behind her. Her heels gave loud clicks as she descended the staircase. She absolutely loved heels, for more than one reason. Of course because they always made her look amazing, but also because everyone would know when she was coming. Which normally meant all the young kids got out of her way, or her friends and guys showered her with compliments and praises when she passed. A smirk crossed her lips, as she continued her descent.

Suddenly, she remembered Zack from last night. Immediately, anger filled her tiny little body, but it quickly dissipated. Crazily enough, he had actually apologized to her, and even more had admitted to missing her. The thought of it actually made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She would have to play it cool today, though. Act as if she hadn't truly been bothered by his japes, and pretend that her heart didn't race faster every time he talked to her. It just wasn't her character.

About halfway down the dormitory stairs, a loud knocking interrupted her thoughts. She turned to see what it was, and almost laughed out loud. It was none other than Vance Abernathy himself. Of course, that wasn't what made her want to laugh. It was the fact that he was knocking on Lee Beauregard's door. She walked up behind him, and crossed her arms, a cold smirk on her face. "Why, Vance, is your true nature finally coming out?" she asked, his back still turned to her. In all truth, she didn't really hate him. It did annoy her that he seemed to act superior towards her. They were both from extremely respected families, and yet he couldn't even be bothered to be friendly with her? It was just atrocious. She was just as good as he was, and he had to know it. So until he decided to be a little more civil with her, she would just poke some fun at him. He dished it out enough, so it was only fair he received some himself.

"Need to get in a little quickie before breakfast?"

Victor Calza


What an awful start to what had almost been a pleasant morning.

Victor was never one to enjoy attention, in fact he preferred quite the opposite. He preferred to be the one pulling the strings, out of sight and out of mind. But right now, he appeared to be in everyone's sights, and on everyone's mind. First Hardy struts forward, rudely interrupting them and simply attempting to annoy them, which was working quite well on Victor. When the pair of them subtly grasped their wands, and angled them towards him, hopefully seen as a warning that he should mind his own business, and not pointlessly bother those who don't enjoy his company, it was apparently seen by practically everyone in the Great Hall, who immediately assumed that he and Teiver were preparing to viciously attack the sixth year. Next thing he knew, that dim quodpot jock Caldwell and Weyard, another service, had instantly joined the cause of their friend, likely unknowing that he had, if anything, asked for what he was about to receive. Their wands were not so subtly drawn, and of course this drew yet more attention. Victor doubted he had ever looked so annoyed. At least that imbecilic Ferre who had entered a shouting match with his girlfriend in the Hall earlier, and so greatly contributed to Victor's expanding headache, chose not to get involved. Smart move.

Teiver had obviously been about to give Hardy precisely what he deserved when the moron so gracefully swooped away to join the side of his two new cronies. When Teiver laced his shoelaces together with a tongue-tying curse, Victor slid his wand back up his sleeve, before propping his head up with his fist, staring stony-faced towards the three that opposed them. That one Cervus girl, a fifth year he thought, strode into the scene. Victor was astonished that he actually couldn't remember her name, she'd made so little of an impression on him in the past five years. But she was the first one to do something sensible, attempting to pull Weyard away before he did something stupid.

And then, to top it all off, Pollack rode to the forefront of the confrontation like the true knight that he was. "Do we have a problem here?" was all he got from Finn. Victor angled his head to the side so that he could meet the Ferre Head Boy's eyes. "Just trying to have breakfast, Pollack."

He looked back to Justin, and those who had jumped to defend him, before summoning some buttered toast to his table. He was hungry, having had a poor dinner last night, and having not yet eaten this morning. More than anything he wished to just be left alone right now. Teiver might have had the energy to play pointless games with Hardy, but Victor was in no mood. When Hardy's accomplice, Garrett Flint, half walked half stumbled into the Great Hall, he sighed to himself.

It was so good to be back.

Felix's thoughts and emotions were running haywire until a red-headed missile decided to collide with his torso. Rose...she always manages to do this... he smiled inwardly as his inner wolf instantly calmed at her touch and his cheeks took on a faint dusting of color. Truth be told, he had always liked Rose. Her innocence, her kindness, it just sang to the inner turmoil inside of him, promising peace and a place where he was needed, where he belonged. So when she grabbed his hand and hauled him over to their table, insisting that they sit together, he was more than happy to comply.

Of course, the fact that she barely registered that Emerson was there and was focused almost completely on him also helped.

Quickly summoning his earlier plate of meat and potatoes over to him, purposefully leaving a spot next to Emerson for Justin to sit if he chose to do so, he smiled to Rose, tilting his head to one side as he did so. "I missed you too Rose." He replied to her earlier greeting after throwing herself on him in a hug, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before taking a few bites of his breakfast. What should I do? What should I even say? I just get so tongue-tied around her sometimes. His thoughts were rampaging around in his mind as he ate before turning to her once more. "I'm sorry for not being there to greet you yesterday. Professor Kass had asked me up to her office to discuss my summer. You know how much she looks after me." He smiled again before leaning close to whisper to her. "And thank you for pulling me out of that. While I don't like to fight, I misjudged the situation as someone about to attack Justin. He's a good friend, so my emotions moved me before I could think about what I was doing. I owe you one, Flower." Flower, that nickname he gave her when the two talk alone or in hushed voices. It's a play on her name given by others, Rose. While that name indeed is beautiful, and suits her, a part of him wanted to have a name that only they knew, for the two of them to share with only themselves.

After saying what he wanted to say, he leaned back and cleaned off his plate of the remaining food. While his inner wolf wasn't exactly satisfied with the meal that was consumed, it chose to keep silent around Rose. Taking a few drinks of his water, Felix gave Rose his full attention again. "How was your summer?"

#, as written by Korrye
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Edited away accidentally. Going to re-write to fill what was lost. ;_;

Rosina Garenne



As Felix summoned his earlier plate of "breakfast," Rose wrinkled her nose slightly. They certainly had very different tastes in food, of course she knew it wasn't exactly his fault. That was the wolf side of him. Sometimes, she still found it hard to believe that her best friend was part werewolf. It definitely made him more aggressive at times, and he had an extreme loving of red meat. Otherwise, his differences weren't that noticeable to her. When he had first told her, she'd been frightened. But after really thinking about it, she had decided that he was still the same person he'd been before she knew his secret. And it wasn't like he turned into a complete werewolf every full moon. He really wasn't a danger to her at all. Sometimes, she imagined him as more of a protective guard dog than a werewolf. It always made her smile.

She beamed as he confessed to missing her too, and squeezed his hand back tightly before allowing him to dig in to his breakfast. She grabbed something a little more sensible to eat, a small bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar, and a bowl of fruit. She nibbled at her food as he apologized for not being around the night before. She met his eyes and nodded, knowing exactly why Professor Kass had such an interest in him. "It's okay, I somehow managed to survive without you!" she said, leaning over to bump into him slightly. She stayed close to him as he leaned in to her ear, and whispered to her. When he used his special nickname for her, a flush quickly arose in her cheeks, and she looked down at her plate, smiling softly.

After their moment had passed, she straightened back up and returned back to her breakfast. She took a few sips of iced mocha coffee, her favorite thing to drink in the morning, to clear her throat before responding. "Oh, my summer was so boring, really," she said, meeting his eyes for a second. "My parents and I went to visit my aunt up in Washington. It was so dreary, and rained almost everyday." She shrugged her shoulders, plopping a juicy piece of pineapple in her mouth. After swallowing, she continued. "I mean, it was still good to see all the family, but I wouldn't exactly call it fu-"

"Rose!" The voice cut off her sentence, but Rose didn't really mind. She turned towards the noise, seeing Delilah coming up beside her. A smile lit up her face as the other girl sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. She wrapped both arms around Delilah's waist, holding on to her tightly for a few seconds before letting go. "It's really good to see you too, Dee," she said, using the shortened nickname she'd come to like for her older friend. Rose's eyes shifting to look at Felix. She hoped he wasn't too upset that her friend had interrupted their conversation.

"Oh, you didn't interrupt much, trust me. I was just telling Felix that I went up to Washington with my parents this summer. Got in a lot of family time. Nothing too exciting." She reached her hand over to grab Felix's quickly, and squeezed it reassuringly, letting him know that she was still very much focused on him. Delilah and her hadn't been friends from the start, like she and Felix had. But once they had found out about their common interest in magical creatures, friendship hadn't been far behind.

I'm sure both of your summers were far more exciting then mine. So you just have to tell me about them!"




Finn Pollack



"Just trying to have breakfast, Pollack." Finn's eyes narrowed at the Vulpes, who he wasn't especially fond of. He couldn't really be friends with someone who had such a blatant disregard for the rules. Of course he always tried to be as friendly as possible to everyone, but since day one he had felt that Victor just despised him. Honestly, he had no idea why. He'd never personally done anything to the guy, but obviously something bugged Victor. Not to mention, he hated being referred to by his last name.

His eyes shifted to Teiver, who was staying pretty silent throughout the whole exchange. He watched her for a few moments, knowing pretty well that she wasn't innocent in this situation. He'd seen first hand the weird and rather close relationship the girl had with her cat. And the cat had practically pounced on Justin, even though it hadn't harmed his somewhat friend in any way. His eyes glanced up to the staff table, and he was disappointed to find it practically empty. The few professors who were present weren't paying attention to the student body at all. He sighed, wishing they were more observant and could take care of this rather than him. He knew he was just going to get crap from almost everyone for doing the right thing.

Finn uncrossed his arms, and gave each student one last look. "Good, just keep it that way, Calza," he japed back, using the same last name method that Victor liked so much. As he walked away, he turned back to glance at Teiver one more time. As he turned his head around, he noticed that Myra was watching him. A smirk lit up his face, and he changed his direction towards her. He was intercepted by Sam before he could even take a step, however, who gave him a stiff pat on the back. He didn't get a chance to respond, since Sam took off so fast towards the Ferre table, aiming for the first years who had questions about their schedules.

The same first year that had questioned him in the common room earlier, Keith was apparently his name, approached him once more, obviously having missed Sam's help. "Finn, man, I have Charms first period. I have no idea where to go."

"It's actually really easy, Keith. Go out the doors and turn left. It's the next building you enter, second floor." He paused, thinking a moment, before he offered up a little more help. "Tell you what, after your morning class, I'll get a map of the castle and let you know where all the classes are. Sound good?"

"Yeah, man, that's great. Thanks!" he exclaimed before scurrying out the doors, most likely attempting to go find his class so he wouldn't be late. Finn chuckled, remembering how terrified he had been his first year. And the Head Boy and Girl hadn't been nearly as helpful as he planned to be. It was part of the reason he wanted to be there for all the first years as much as possible. He wanted to make their experience as positive as possible.

He resumed his walk towards Myra, and thankfully didn't have any more interruptions on the short walk to say hello. When he reached her, he leaned down onto the table, clasping his hands together. He gave her a genuinely warm smile. "Hi Myra, how was your summer?" He looked over to Naire and gave a nod of acknowledgement. "Hello to you too, Naire."




Priscilla Barsotti



Her response to Vance's statement about her fashion sense was to give him a blank stare. Like she really cared what he said about fashion with the way he dressed? She doubted Vance would be able to tell Costco brand from Dior or Prada. He could have come up with something much more original and creative. And his play of words basically dismissing her accusations was laughable as well. If it was so ridiculous, why exactly was he standing outside Lee's door, banging on it like he really needed to get inside? She let that comment go unanswered too, though, since he continued without too long of a pause.

Priscilla was quite surprised when he began discussing what had just gone through her head moments before. She raised an eyebrow, wary of him bringing it up simply out of nowhere. Was he trying to distract her from the fact that he was standing outside of Lee's door? Or was he actually being genuine with her? She walked a few places closer, then turned her back against the wall, letting it support her. "I suppose it would be okay to be civil with each other..." was all she said to him before he spoke more.

”This is a new year, Priscilla. I don’t see why we can’t make an effort to be better to one another, do you?” After that line, she was indeed more wary than before. Even though she had been wondering why they weren't more friendly to each other earlier, the fact that he was saying so out loud in their current situation was more than enough to give her pause. And the line about Neveah? Such bullshit. Priscilla was well aware of how much Neveah hadn't liked her. The feeling had actually been mutual. Neveah hadn't liked her sense of fashion and materialism, but she hadn't liked the girl's tacky split ends or horrendous personality, so they were even. And the fact that Neveah hadn't returned was better than anything. It made Priscilla the top dog in Arietem House.

"I'll forgive the bullshit coming out of your mouth, Vance, only because I agree that we are better allies than enemies." She smirked at him, pushing herself off the wall. "Next time, thou-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence though, since at that moment the door behind them was thrown open, and a loud yell echoed down the stone hallway. "Come on in!” she heard in Lee's adorable southern drawl. Although, what she saw next wasn't so adorable. He had turned away from the open door, and his backside was exposed to both her and Vance's sight. It was covered, though the white boxers were extremely tight and extremely see though. And nothing was left to her imagination, unfortunately. "Oh dear god..." she said out loud, immediately throwing a hand over her eyes. She didn't know if she should be disgusted, or erupt into a fit of laughter.

Lee was going on with his speech, completely unaware that Priscilla was present, apparently. She particularly enjoyed the part about kissing, personally. After he finished, she moved out of sight from the doorway, and uncovered her eyes. "For heaven's sake, Lee, put on some god damn clothes!" she exclaimed, purposefully not looking in the direction of the doorway. She fixed her eyes on Vance, instead. She couldn't help the large smile that appeared on her lips afterward. "Apart from Lee answering the door practically naked, what was that he was saying about a kiss?" she asked, her eyes locked on his. "Care to elaborate?"

#, as written by throne
Justin Hardy – Cervus for the day!


”Diffindo,” he said evenly, almost as if in reply to Teiver as he cocked an eyebrow at her. Somewhere in his facial expression was scrawled the word amateur. It accompanied some slight readjustment of his wand, but the Severing Charm made quick work of his shoe-laces, simply slicing through them and freeing him from an admittedly unconventional use of the tongue-tying curse. ”I’ll send you a bill for those,” he added, saluting her with his wand. Victor got a tidy little smirk, before Justin turned his attention on Finn. The Ferre do-gooder seemed more focused on Teiver and Victor, which Justin derived immense amusement from, so Justin just shrugged and grinned a goofy grin at him, as if he had nothing whatsoever to do with no less than six wands being drawn.

He rolled his eyes, noting that he’d lost Felix to Rose. Heaven forbid he should ever be under an actual attack when there was a pretty girl around. ”Just can’t rely on those straight boys,” he remarked to Emerson with a chuckle. He made a mental note to check in with Felix on the status of his lupine cycle. If he needed a potion soon, Justin would have to get to work on it by the end of the day. It was just another one of the many nice things he did that people tended to forget in the wake of his childish antics. Ah well.

Emerson’s non-chalant indication that there was something to talk about derailed his plotting of retaliatory pranks to play on Teiver quite thoroughly. Justin’s head sort of jerked a bit as he regarded the other boy, and he certainly noticed the way that Emerson was carefully avoiding eye-contact. That meant it was almost assuredly bad news. But what kind of bad news would Emerson have to discuss with him at the breakfast table? Usually that kind of thing would be relegated to semi-private hallway discussions, or a walk outside, or…

Maybe he was reading into it too much. But then again, maybe he wasn’t. What if Emerson was seeing someone? He’d been gone all summer, he had plenty of wizarding friends in New York. And maybe he would choose to tell Justin in a public place, hoping to avoid some sort of histrionic-laden freak-out (which Justin would readily admit would probably be his first response to that sort of news).

As all of that went buzzing through his head, he simply nodded, moving to take the seat beside Em at the table. He was about to inquire, casually of course, what they had to talk about, but it only took one look at the Cervus to realize he’d fallen into one of his weird food trances. That warranted another roll of his eyes, but his lips told a different story. They’d pursed into an amused, affectionate smile, and he might have just sat there, watching Em eat, had his mail not arrived.

The owl swooped over the Vulpes table, but, not finding Justin there, winged off over toward him at the other center table. Screeching, it seemed a bit heavily laden by its cargo, which it dropped with precision onto the table before Justin before taking off. There were a few magazines, two newspapers, and a very long, somewhat thin box wrapped in parcel paper. The latter-most triggered a blink, and he quickly pulled it to the side Em wasn’t sitting at, leaning it against the table.

He spared another glance at his friend, and realizing that there’d be a few more minutes of chewing and swallowing, opened up one of his newspapers to wait him out. One of the more diligent house-elves had made a carafe of black coffee appear in front of him, and Justin gladly filled his mug. He helped himself to some bacon, a bagel, and a muffin, and proceeded to pick at all three while sipping bitter coffee and skimming the headlines.

Lyle Brightham – Ace Reporter!


So, you lot have all heard me go on and on about house elf liberation. For this week’s editorial, I’ll be doing more of that, but this time, I’ll be sharing my experiences with an actual free house elf. I met him this summer, and it made me realize that a lot of why people don’t care about house elf freedoms exists because the house elves themselves seem so happy to be enslaved. It’s something that’s existed for centuries and centuries, and many house elves don’t even know that things were different once.

So I’m going to introduce you to Sprogget, and tell his story. And maybe then-


”… and maybe then…” he mumbled to himself, his eyes intently focused on what he’d written thus far. Between when he’d arrived and now, he’d transformed the small section of the infirmary between his chair and Demetrio’s bed into a mess of parchment and ink. His notes were scattered around on the floor in a seemingly disorganized fashion, but in actuality, the order he’d put them in made perfect sense to him. It was the best way to tell Sprogget’s story- he just needed to finish the introduction before he could dive into it, but he was a bit stuck.

He heard Demetrio speak and looked up suddenly. Wait, was Demetrio naked? Lyle clapped a hand over his eyes, then peeked through a slit between two fingers. No, he was in a gown. That made waaaaay more sense, and was way less embarrassing for both boys. He carefully stood up, collecting his notes and then setting them in a semi-neat stack before he started snooping about to find Demetrio’s missing garments. He grinned at the other boy brightly. ”Mornin’ sleepyhead!” Lyle’s pre-breakfast enthusiasm could sometimes be terrifying. He poked around a bit, then found a pile of neatly folded and spell-laundered clothes sitting on a nearby bed. ”This must be them! Here you are.” He scooped up the clothes and then bounded over to Demetrio to present them.

”And, well, I’m here because I heard about the troll-attack! That must have been really scary, but you look like you’re okay, so maybe it wasn’t that scary, haha. But, you’re okay, right? Because…” He sort of trailed off, a little self-conscious as he got to the point. ”Well, I was hoping you might do an interview about it? I don’t think there’s ever been a troll attack at the school before, not for years anyway, so, yeah, um, I’d really be grateful.” Another pause. ”OH! You probably want to change.” He clapped both hands over his eyes this time. ”But, yeah, what do you say Demetrio? Maybe your story can help other people avoid getting hurt, and just think, you survived a troll! That’s awesome!”

Forgetting that Demetrio was probably changing, he peeked to see if it seemed like the other boy was going to consent to an interview. If Demetrio was in a state of undress… well, Lyle wouldn’t really be able to help peeking for just a few seconds. Harmless curiosity. Once he realized he was doing it, he’d be hopelessly embarrassed and awkward. He really just wanted to check Demetrio’s reaction to his interview pitch.

Vance Abernathy – At Wit’s End


The sad fact was that Vance was being genuine. At least, his version of genuine. At its depths, the motion to parley was rooted in selfishness, self-preservation. Priscilla could be a valuable ally, or if not, shuffling her into the more neutral ‘not an enemy’ column would be a bit of relief. The arrangement was mutually beneficial. If she wanted Nevaeh’s place in the pecking order, she’d have it. Better her than Bellona after her threats and bungling. With his backing, which would require only a modicum of effort on his part- acknowledgment at dinner tonight, a few words to the faceless girls who were already jockeying for it- she’d have no one to worry about.

Irritation flared when she appeared to be dismissing his entreaty, but they didn’t have the chance to exchange another verbal salvo. The door was open, and while Lee had complied with his prayers to a degree… it simply wasn’t enough. He’d never expended any thought on the subject, but he no longer needed to imagine what Lee’s rear end looked like. Neither did Priscilla, who seemed to be having some sort of dainty fit at the sight. To make matters worse, the boy started babbling an apology that would, under other circumstances, have pleased him immensely. He would have forgiven Lee. Probably would have told him something much closer to the truth than he’d been planning, as reward for a display of humility and loyalty befitting a noble wizarding family and an associate of an Abernathy.

The circumstances were as they were, though. Priscilla, of course, pounced on the opportunity. He could hardly blame her; he’d have done the same in her situation. It was rare that an opportunity to catch Vance in indignity arose. It was more than that, though. He was feeling the hints of betrayal. Lee in particularly, but Priscilla’s rejection of his truce compounded the matter.

”Lee,” he said abruptly, to get the boy’s attention. Clue him in, perhaps, to the fact that someone else was there if he hadn’t sussed it out already. ”Wait.” Priscilla had ordered him to get dressed, but Vance wasn’t going to miss this chance to shame Lee while using his nigh-nudity to continue discomfiting her. When it came to orders, he knew whose would be obeyed. ”Turn around, won’t you? Presenting your back is hardly fitting for a conversation.” The polite request and etiquette reminder had something of an edge to it. This is not me asking, that edge conveyed. This is me telling.

He smiled at Priscilla. She should thank him for this little lesson in the finer points of poise and humiliation. ”If you must know, Lee here was under the impression that he might be able to ransom some affection out of me when I asked him to do me a favor. Obviously, he’s seen the error of his ways. Isn’t that interesting? I evince disdain and apathy stippled with cordiality, and he’s willing to risk my wrath for the sake of a kiss, then beg my forgiveness when he realizes how wrong it was. Meanwhile, you primp and posture, use those wiles of yours that everyone is always going on about… and all you have is a flock of harpies who wouldn’t spit on you if you caught fire.”

He tilted his head, and then glanced to Lee. ”You asked for the truth. That is the only truth that matters, isn’t it? As long as there’s even a fleeting chance…” He smiled gently. ”You’re mine. Not that you’re any great prize. You have your merits, surely, but I get the feeling Priscilla was about to retort something about your desperation not being anything worth writing home about?” They… might be starting to worry. Vance was never this transparent, not with fellow Arietem. He’d verbally eviscerated plenty of other students, but never his house-mates. There was a strange intensity to his voice, as if he were slowly building up to something… volatile. His gloved hand was clenched into a fist.

He looked to her for confirmation, and continued whether he got it or not. ”But she can’t even get the boy she actually likes to notice her. It’s sad, really. Like a barker at a bazaar who can’t unload even a single vial of snake-oil. And when presented with a chance to make a formidable ally, what does she do? She lashes that serpent’s tongue yet again, makes intimations about the two of us, ludicrous though the thought might be.” He shook his head as he continued watching Priscilla. Watching wasn’t quite the right word for it. If she weren’t so spirited, she might feel very much like a mouse awaiting the strike of a poised serpent.

All at once, he was suddenly aware of what he’d said, the fact that he’d gone too far. His brow furrowed as he looked between them, replaying his own words through his mind. ”So what am I to do?” he asked. His tone had changed. He’d lost that unstable momentum he’d been gathering. ”I’m not interested in trading jests.” He shook his head, and regarded Priscilla much more normally. ”I yield. I’m done. I have much more important things to attend to, so by all means, tell everyone who will listen to you that I’m sodomizing Lee every chance I get, tell them I hurt your feelings, tell them whatever you like.” He sucked in a breath, and laughed jaggedly. ”That actually felt… good.”

There’d be a brief bit of silence after that, where either of them might have responded. If they didn’t take advantage of it, he’d be off, striding toward the common room, curling and uncurling the fingers of his mechanical hand without even realizing he was doing it.

#, as written by Skwidge
Lloyd Vrancing


"Ya ya, let us go!" She shrugged lightly, falling into step beside Delilah as they made their way back to the Great Hall. However, she soon fell behind her in following as they both made their way to the Cervus table. Lloyd sat right next to Delilah on her other side as she greeted her friends. Rose was there too, and Lloyd smiled at her, though wasn't recognized. She would have frowned and announced: "Hey, I'm here too!" But that would only make her feel bad, and she wasn't just about to do that to the little Cervus she treasured.

So instead she just smiled and waved, and as Delilah apologized for interrupting, she put in her own rebuttal. "I'm not." She threw Felix W, or at least that's who she thought it was, a cheeky grin, picking up some bacon and chewing into it eagerly. She fell silent as Rose continued to ignore her, but still reassured herself that it was totally fine and she probably just didn't see her, or really... hear her.

Brilliant.

However, Dorremoon sauntered into the Great Hall and leaped onto the bench beside her, thus saving her thoughts on the Cervus kids surrounding her. She scratched the cat lightly behind the ear, then wiped her hand on a napkin before returning to eat again.

Naire Harth


He stuck out his tongue. "Well you did promise! Besides, I know only one guy who decided not to join those two idiots in their drink fest. And that's Victor over there. And he wasn't even really in the dormitory anyway!" He threw his hands up in defeat, soon crossing them in defiance.

He then began stifling laughter as she screwed up the kid, not him. "Woow, smooth one there, Myra. And how is this my fault!?" However, he realized that her focus was on someone else, and he turned to see who. Annd it turned out to be none other than Finn Polluck, goody two shoes of Fe- the whole entire frickin' school, really.

He put his elbow up on the table, resting his chin in his hand with a look between boredom and glum despair. However, he realized that she was looking back at him, and he shook his head. "Sorry, the coffee isn't as good as it usually is. But not the house elves' fault, they do have hundreds of mouths to feed anyway." He gave her a smile, then turned his head, as if hearing something.

But instead he subtly mouthed the word baka before turning back. And he found Finn right before them. He gave him a nod of acknowledgement as well, and turned back to his coffee. "Yeah, I'm not too hu- oh hey there's Lloyd, catch ya later!" He managed, quickly getting up and striding right over to the Cervus table where everyone seemed to be gathering today.

He was greeted by a hardy, "Hey Mr. N." And flashed her a smile, settling down next to her and managing a few blueberries and kiwi. I mean, seriously. Who really likes Finn in the Vulpes House? He rolled his eyes, staring down at his food for a minute before tucking into it.

Teiver Morn


Teiver smiled sweetly at Justin, watching his shoes pop out a bit more. "Well, good luck with having loose shoes all day." She nodded towards him, then smirked at Garrison. The cat merely peered up at her, his eyes unwavering. 'Bastard child. I mean, who does that? I hope he screwed some part of him up by doing that little rain dance.' He then turned down, hopping off of the table with a meow.

'So exotic.' He purred, his gaze falling on Dorremoon as she decided to enter the Hall. He was about to go over to her before Teiver whispered his name a bit harshly, demanding he stay. 'But she's so exoticcc....' "Yeah, I got that." She muttered quietly to the cat. Teiver then flashed him a look that spoke, She's not interested, and Garrison almost rolled his eyes. 'Oh, you don't know that for sure. You wouldn't understand us.' "Oh please, I unde-" She suddenly cut herself off, realizing what she'd just ... almost said. And then Finn decided to grace them with his presence as well, and she clutched the wand in her hand irritably.

She let out a silent huff of breath, allowing the wand to slip down her robe sleeve and into its pocket. She glanced down at the French bread before her, and the small dish of oil and ignored it for now. "Good, just keep it that way, Calza," Suddenly, she rose to her feet and stepped out of the bench. She threw Finn a poisonous frown as soon as he turned around, still pretty pissed he had found her tower. Well, at least one of them. Perhaps the other room she valued was far more important than five years of work, but nonetheless.

Teiver sighed, bringing her hand up to her forehead in confusion. "I'm gonna head out." She didn't even mention a bye, and simply left the Great Hall with her cat following behind her, casting a glance back to the Cervus table where Dorremoon was hiding.

She walked a couple of steps away from the doors, and then leaned against the wall, her fingers up to her temple and rubbing quietly. Bloody hell, so confused. Ugh, I managed to piss both of them off, and now I'm not happy with them. She shook her head, putting the problem between the two boys away for now, and started walking to her first class early. She peered down at Garrison. "I want you to go check on that little project of ours, and make sure the room is clean." Garrison froze in mid-step, looking up at her in disbelief. 'You want me to do what!? But, but Teiver, I'm so small, and I can't clea-... yeah, sure whatever....' He finished lamely, disappearing down the halls.

She let out a loud groan of frustration, glad she was the only one around. I'll just eat at lunch, I've done it many times before. She made the rest of her journey silently, quickly ascending the stairs to the third floor of the science building. Looking up, Teiver threw a sidelong glance at the Head of her House who was involved in some writing and preparations. "Morning." She mumbled, and he looked up, nodding his head in greeting as well. "Morning, Miss... Morn."

Walking over to a wooden table, Teiver pulled aside a chair, took out her cauldron and set it up, making preparations herself.

Victor Calza


One by one, they dispersed.

Weyard was practically tackled away by Garenne (he'd remembered the name after some time. He knew he'd had it archived back there somewhere.), Caldwell returned to the Cervus, and Hardy had the good sense to go with him, after slicing his shoelaces apart and getting absolutely no trouble from Pollack. Typical. For a moment Victor thought things were going to get worse again when Halford made his way abruptly to him. “Really, we’ve got to find yall a more constructive out let for all this energy… save the confrontation for the Duelling Club at least.” He spared the time to give the Ferre a brief glare before returning to his toast. Halford had already contributed to his headache by deciding to have that horrid argument with his girlfriend within Victor's hearing. He wasn't exactly in a receptive mood right now.

"Good, just keep it that way, Calza," came Pollack's voice. Of course, heaven forbid I do anything other than eat my breakfast while my friend and I are harassed by my fellow students, he thought, but he kept his mouth shut, as Pollack was leaving, and he didn't want to give him any reason to stay. He noticed the look he gave Teiver on his way out, though. He was sure to be trouble.

And then there was just Teiver, only she too had decided to leave, after giving Pollack a look Victor found pleasing. Perhaps it was better if he was alone for a moment. He doubted his current mood would win anyone over, and well... it seemed as though the toast was the only thing he could count on to not assume he was an enemy.

He gave the toast a piercing glare, just to make sure.





Garrett Flint


So his stomach had won out in the end, and Flint had decided that some amount of sustenance would be in order, if he was going to have any chance of making through the day. Quite oblivious to the tense moment that had just occurred in the Great Hall, and everything else, for that matter. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans under his hastily tossed on robes, and even though he'd clearly just showered, his hair was a bit of a mess today.

Food. Need food.

He put one foot in front of the other until he could slam his ass down on the Vulpes bench. He had just been about to grab a load of pancakes when he found Victor Calza across from him. He felt quite like he'd accidentally woken a sleeping cobra or something, and now it was pissed and coiling to strike.

"Find. Another. Seat."

Flint raised an eyebrow, looked groggily at the seventh year for a moment, and then sighed, getting up. He looked around the bench. Where the hell was everyone? Where was Justin? Where was Summer? Hell, where was Bliss? He'd sit by her right now. Nope, no one at the Vulpes table to sit with. He considered joining Myra and Finn, but thought better of it. Myra had a hard enough time around just one guy. Oh well... time to make some new friends or something.

He dragged himself over to the Cervus table, and found a seat. "I'm joining Cervus House, if that's cool with everyone," he said to no one in particular, sitting down before receiving any kind of permission. He had ended up somewhere in the midst of Delilah, Felix Two, and...

"Wait, wait. Don't say it... it'll come back to me... R-... Ra, no Ro-... Ro-... Rose! Bam, knew I'd get it. Oh, and hey Felix Two, hey Delilah. Cool if I crash here for a bit? I think Ivan the Terrible over there's going to light the table on fire in a bit."

Like many of the students at Magus Grex, Flint knew of Delilah, Felix Two, and Rose, but didn't really know them. It was the result of trying to divide his time between too many people. But he certainly didn't have a bad opinion of any of them.

As Rose described her trip to Washington, Felix tilted his head slightly with a lopsided smile, listening intently to her words. Once Delilah and Lloyd showed up, he had a brief tinge of disappointment that it wasn't only him and Rose anymore, but he liked having Delilah around so it was ok in his mind. "Nice to see you too Fel. Sorry for interrupting." Felix just waved his hand in response. She was a year older than him, but a kind young woman; however, his heart broke for her over the situation with Sam. Having heard about it, he empathized with the feeling of loneliness before clamping down on that thought instantly.

Once he did that, he registered that Lloyd had said something. He didn't exactly hear it over his own thoughts, but the cheeky grin she gave him just brought out a smile of his own for her. "Hey Delilah, it's good to see you. Lloyd." He greeted to the two newcomers as they sat down before he turned his attention to the smiling Rose as she asked, "I'm sure both of your summers were far more exciting then mine. So you just have to tell me about them!" He realized that Rose had grasped his hand and was holding it, and the realization sent off a very pleasant realization through his mind. He then grasped her hand back, and held it until she decided to let go.

"Well, my summer was rather uneventful really. Finished building my house in the mountains out in Alamosa, you'd love the area. There's a small farm, some animals, an outdoors potions area and a training field to practice magic, two story log house that's been furnished with a camping/fishing spot next to it. It's my own little slice of heaven really, especially since it's next to a natural waterfall that drains into a river nearby. I talked to the utilties people in the town and they ran some pipes for indoor plumbing too. Other than that? Not so much happened other than the usual visitation to my family's graves." He's told the ones sitting there before that his family had died in an accident, his grandparents that raised him dying of old age just after the Christmas holidays during fifth year. However, only Rose would know the real story about how his parents died.

He smiled to the three of them, deciding on the fly to include Lloyd. "How would you all like to visit sometime? It's in a lovely spot up in the mountains with a beautiful view." He then muttered to himself, not knowing if they heard him or not. "Would be nice to not be alone..."

The wolf spirit in him then registered another presence sitting nearby and he glances over then grinned to the newcomer. "Hey Flint. Welcome to the Cervus table." He greeted kindly. "What brought you over here?"

#, as written by Korrye
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Delilah was not likely to forget Lloyd and when the Ferre girl sat beside her she was more than happy to be surrounded by friends. As she greeted Rose, her friend was quick to do the same. There was a normality to the situation that made her sigh with relief and content.

"It's really good to see you too, Dee," Rose smiled. “Sorry for interrupting,” Delilah apologized, knowing full well she’d caught her friend mid-sentence and while talking to Cervus Felix as well. “I’m not,” Lloyd grinned. Her response made Delilah giggle, shaking her head as she moved to reach for a small tea pot of hot water close to her plate and pour some into the mug in her place setting. The house elves knew her too well. As Cervus Felix told her a hello she nodded in response, more than content to begin filling her rolling gargling pit of a stomach.

"Oh, you didn't interrupt much, trust me. I was just telling Felix that I went up to Washington with my parents this summer. Got in a lot of family time. Nothing too exciting," Rose continued. “I'm sure both of your summers were far more exciting then mine. So you just have to tell me about them!"

She seemed so unphased as she sat close to her friends. Delilah liked to see her so involved in conversation, even with Emerson in relative earshot. She looked over and down the length of table to see her friend, sending him a small wave though he was undoubtedly pre-occupied with his breakfast – as always. As she sighed and moved to dip an orange pekoe tea bag into her mug, Delilah was suddenly inhaling sharply as a rather…disheveled Garrett Flint slid into a seat on the bench opposite her. Just ahead of him was Justin Hardy who slid across from Emerson. “Seems like when anyone wants to jump ship, they all end up here. That tells you something,” Delilah thought with a small smile.

"I'm joining Cervus House, if that's cool with everyone," he announced, his voice slow and loose. Delilah shrugged, looking up to look him in the face before feeling sheepish in front of the Vulpes. His cheeks were flushed and he looked tired, almost all tell tale signs of too much fun the night before one way or another. "Wait, wait. Don't say it... it'll come back to me... R-... Ra, no Ro-... Ro-... Rose! Bam, knew I'd get it. Oh, and hey Felix Two, hey Delilah. Cool if I crash here for a bit? I think Ivan the Terrible over there's going to light the table on fire in a bit."

Delilah knew whom Garrett was referring to but she couldn’t help but shake her head at the nickname he’d given to Victor. Looking over his shoulder she again spotted the dark haired Vulpes still alongside Teiver. And awfully close.

“Just don’t literally crash,” Delilah teased with a chuckle, plucking a sugar bowl from beside the pot of water to begin sweetening her tea. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sam leave his seat and exit the Great Hall again. With him out of the room she felt the pressure ease ten notches and she relaxed, setting aside the sugar to stir the mug with her spoon before pulling it into her hands to blow on it as the steam still rose into her face.

"Well, my summer was rather uneventful really. Finished building my house in the mountains out in Alamosa, you'd love the area. There's a small farm, some animals, an outdoors potions area and a training field to practice magic, two story log house that's been furnished with a camping/fishing spot next to it. It's my own little slice of heaven really, especially since it's next to a natural waterfall that drains into a river nearby. I talked to the utilities people in the town and they ran some pipes for indoor plumbing too. Other than that? Not so much happened other than the usual visitation to my family's graves," Fel explained to Rose. While he was excited as he spoke about his summer, Delilah couldn’t help but feel slight pity for him. After all, there was a very big reason as to why he was now living on his own and in the wilderness. The realization of his situation was a tad sobering given how miserable she still felt inside.

"How would you all like to visit sometime? It's in a lovely spot up in the mountains with a beautiful view," Fel offered, his eyes moving over towards Delilah and Lloyd on top of Rose. Delilah moved to look to her left and right at her two friends before raising an eyebrow. “Would be a nice place to stop during a post-graduation trip,” she smiled, sipping her tea slowly and savoring the sweetness and warmth of it. As she set it down beside her plate she reached her fork to stab two pancakes onto her plate. Delilah was quick to pluck a handful of strawberries from the fruit bowl closest to her as well, slicing them with her knife to coat the top of her breakfast before she bit into them happily, rolling her eyes in content. She swallowed the small bite quickly before reaching for her tea again.

"Hey Flint. Welcome to the Cervus table!" Fel greeted their newcomer. Delilah looked up again at her hungover acquaintance, propping her elbows up on the table so that she could hold the warm mug close to her chin. "What brought you over here?" he asked.

“If you’re running from drama I’ve been at the center of some today. Not exactly safe here either,” she smirked, rolling her eyes with a sigh at the sight of Sam re-entering the hall to plaster a rather large poster on the announcements board. Her eyes widened at the sight of the large print across the room. As he brought the words forward with a flick of his wand Delilah nearly dropped her mug into her pancakes.

Dueling club? What. The. Hell.

Oh Ferre Felix wouldn’t be happy about that, Delilah knew. As she looked across to the Ferre table she didn’t catch sight of her other friend. They had been dueling each other in secret, in their own club of sorts, ever since he’d come to Magus and wanted the practice. The secret of it on top of the insane spells they practiced (and healing magic as well of course) had made it wonderful. They’d only invited a select few others to participate, people they trusted. For a dueling club to go public was something else entirely…something aggravating.

Bliss Turner: finally making an appearance


The night before had ended abruptly when Bliss was sent off to bed by Flint and Justin. As she got ready for bed, she had wondered what the two boys could have possibly been talking about that was so secretive that not even Bliss could know. She had only been in bed for five minutes when she had remembered that she didn't go by the infirmary one last time to check on Braelyn. Her friend wasn't looking too good when she left, so she hoped that Braelyn's health had gotten at least a little better.

Not long after this thought passed, Bliss felt herself drifting off to the world of dreams. The first face she recognized was Felix's as the dream seemed to play through many events of the Summer until shifting into a completely different direction of her own mother. She couldn't even picture the woman's face as she could hear an argument that seemed to be between her parents. Bliss woke up in a sweat as she sat up quickly seeing that all the Vulpes windows had been opened. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes until she could clearly make out the rest of the room. Where is everybody? She had thought to herself before leaning over to see the clock at the far end of the room. "Oh my god, I'm late!"

The next thirty minutes consisted of Bliss getting the quickest shower she had ever taken, followed by the prepping for her first official day at school. As she let her auburn hair dry into the natural waves, she put on little make-up because she hated the stuff. She was pleased by how well she turned out, considering it was all done in record time. With one last glance at herself, she slipped into the Vulpes uniform and headed for the Great Hall. With the way students were coming and going, she realized she had only missed half of breakfast. Approaching the open doors of the hall, she could smell the food that she knew would taste delicious. She stood at the entrance for a moment, so she could spot Justin before trying to maneuver herself through the crowd. Seeing him with Felix, she made her way until she reached where Justin had last been. Seriously, where did he go? Her thought was lost when she saw Rose right in front of her.

"Rose!" Bliss ran towards the girl, pushing past some girl as she hugged her friend. She turned to apologize to the girl when she saw it was Delilah. "Oh my gosh, it's you!" Wrapping her arms around Delilah. "I've missed the two of you." She kept looking for Justin, until she reached over Rose grabbing a bagel from her plate. "I swear I thought I missed breakfast. I couldn't stop dreaming last night. My mind is not rested enough for first day of class." She had practically looked right over Flint when she walked up as she finally saw him in the mixture of people. "Flint! Good morning." She said towards him before looking back towards Delilah and Rose. "You were talking about your summer?" She directed the statement towards Delilah. "How was it?"



OOC: Sorry so short. I won't have my other phone back until later.

Summer Turner


Summer had been busy all morning trying to get all of her books together before all the students got up, so when she realized she had been asked to meet with Simone Kass early this morning, she felt her whole day being put behind by at least a whole hour. When she touched up on the curls that she had decided to go with for a first day hairstyle, she grabbed her belongings and headed towards the Staff Tower. She let the wind play with the brown curls as she practically bounced towards Ms. Kass' office. When she finally let a soft knock give signal of her presence, she pushed open to see her Head of House smiling with a cup of coffee in hand. "Hello my dear, dear Summer. Please come in and sit." Ms. Kass placed the cup onto the far corner of her desk as she rummaged through pile after pile of paper work before pulling out a piece that had Summer's name across the top.

Her nerves settled in as Ms. Kass read over the paper once more before looking back over towards Summer. "Please don't be nervous, dear. It's just a yearly report on how you've been progressing. I just wanted to call you in here and see how your actually summer had been. I am always suppose to have these meetings with students throughout the year, and your name just happened to be the one that was assigned to my list for Summer check-up." The fact that she was called in so early just to be asked about her summer made her ill. She didn't like that the school now tried to stay as in depth with the students business as they possibly could without forcing them all to stay at school constantly with no breaks. Summer crossed her legs before smiling towards Ms. Kass. "My summer was great." She let her hand rest on the edge of Ms. Kass' desk, running her index finger back and forth as she waited for what else the Head of Cervus would ask.

"Well, that's pretty much it. I'll just add a little more detail of things you might have did with Summer and your friends while you were out of your dad's in Maine.. Little details keep the people higher up a little quieter, if you know what I mean." The way Simone Kass always had a smile on her face made Summer angrier for some reason, so she just got up and left the office without another word. "My god!" She said out of frustration when she slammed through the doors that led to the court yard. She took a deep breath, seeing first years increase their pace towards the Great Hall. Summer's anger had only gotten worse today, but she wasn't going to let that bother her as she made her appearance in the Great Hall; finally.

It took only a few minutes for Summer to find a rather mixed group of students at the Cervus table discussing summer. Seeing her sister in the middle, she stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she put one of her Summer smiles that people always knew her by. "Bliss-" She said as she walked up beside her sister seeing Delilah, Rose, Felix from Cervus, and Flint all within the general area. "-good morning everyone. Sleep good?" She said as she found a spot near the group, digging into the various items on the table. She filled her plate before bringing her attention back towards the people near her.





Zachariah Everett


Zackariah had planned on sleeping in, but the ruckus going on outside his door was starting to annoy him. He could tell it was down the hall near Lee's room, but to him he considered that right outside his door. He laid there until he could make out the two voices speaking; Priscilla and Vance. He knew this must be an interesting conversation, so he jumped out of bed to get ready. He had just looked at his reflection in the mirror when he heard a third voice come into play; Lee. Of all people to be together, this was a great start of the year with all of his favorite people within the same area. Of course, he'd hoped Îrem would maybe pop in soon after Lee's, but never hearing her voice he got into his uniform.

As soon as Zack reached for the door, he heard the conversation take a step up into the range of being more of an argument. He stood there making out every word in the conversation. He didn't know if he should actually be listening to what was happening, but he couldn't step away from the door and the option of opening it was thrown out of the way when Vance made his next comment. But she can’t even get the boy she actually likes to notice her. It’s sad, really. Like a barker at a bazaar who can’t unload even a single vial of snake-oil. And when presented with a chance to make a formidable ally, what does she do? She lashes that serpent’s tongue yet again, makes intimations about the two of us, ludicrous though the thought might be.”

He knew that he was the one that Vance was talking about. It was common knowledge that Priscilla liked Zach, but actually going for Priscilla was something Zackariah didn't believe in. He wanted her to work for him, and he knew that would never happen now with the way Vance had belittled her. He took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair making it seem like he had never actually taken the time to get ready. "Seriously? Can't a guy get some-" He froze like he had planned to do as he swung open his bedroom door, seeing Vance walking into Lee's room, Îrem now comforting Priscilla, and Priscilla on the verge of tear. "Holy fuck. What could have possible happened this time?" He said as he marched down the hall to the group, seeing Lee practically naked in his room. "Did Lee's body really bring you to tears?" He joked trying to lighten the mood.

He didn't know what to do next because to them he didn't know a thing, but a look he shot Vance told his friend he had heard all he needed to. Al though he wasn't made at Vance, he felt for Priscilla because she didn't have the backbone at times to just take in Vance and throw it back into his face until Vance grew uninterested in the fight. "Sorry, I never caught up with the two of you." He said directing it towards Vance and Lee. "We'll talk later." He now brought his attention back to Priscilla. "I thought I apologized for being an ass last night. You can't still be mad at me." He felt like he might be pushing the whole I really didn't hear anything act a little far, but it was all worth it to not let her realize he had.

Rosina Garenne



As she was waiting for her friends to respond, she looked over past Dee and noticed that Lloyd was sitting on the other side. "Oh my gosh, I so didn't see you!" she exclaimed, immediately feeling guilty. But Rose gave her friend a big smile and a wave, hoping she wouldn't be too upset about it. Just then another presence distracted her, as Garrett plopped himself down in the midst of the many students that were sitting around her. "I'm joining Cervus House, if that's cool with everyone," he said, not really seeming to care who he sat by. She giggled quietly, shaking her head a little, before nibbling on her food more.

"Wait, wait. Don't say it... it'll come back to me... R-... Ra, no Ro-... Ro-... Rose! Bam, knew I'd get it. Oh, and hey Felix Two, hey Delilah. Cool if I crash here for a bit? I think Ivan the Terrible over there's going to light the table on fire in a bit." Her cheeks reddened as she realized he was talking to her, and she kept her eyes fixed on her food. Am I really that forgettable? she asked herself, even though she already knew the answer. Of course she was. Someone as popular as Garrett Flint couldn't even remember her name. She sighed, feeling particularly down. Until Felix grasped her hand back, and that brought a smile to her face.

Rose brought her eyes to meet his as he described his summer in Alamosa, and his house sounded wonderful. She liked nature, and figured she would especially love the cool air in the mountains of Colorado. Her heart sagged a little as he talked about visiting his parents graves. He'd been completely truthful with her about what happened, which she appreciated greatly. But it still made her sad every time she thought about it, and she constantly worried about him for multiple reasons. "It sounds really great, Felix! I'd love to visit sometime..." she chimed in. She realized she was still clutching his hand, and gave it one last reassuring squeeze before letting go.

She gracefully ate her oatmeal as she faintly heard Felix address Garrett. It was then that Delilah spoke up. “If you’re running from drama I’ve been at the center of some today. Not exactly safe here either.” She raised her eyebrows at that, staring at Dee in shock. She hadn't heard about anything, so she made a mental note to ask what had happened later. If she had to guess, it was something with Sam. The thought made her anxious. She really liked the both of them, and didn't want them to be angry at each other, forcing her to choose sides. She always preferred to stay neutral when she could. Her thoughts were practically confirmed as she followed Dee's gaze, and found Sam at the other end. Oh boy...

"Rose!" she heard for the second time that morning. She turned to find Bliss as the source, and a bright smile lit up her face. How had she not seen Bliss last night? She was one of Rose's closest friends, and someone she liked to hang out with as much as possible. She made her come out of her shell, which was something everyone was telling her was a good thing. No sooner than Bliss had gotten comfortable, her sister came strolling in as well. "Summer, it's great to see you!" she said as the girl sat down among the random group of students. They had actually drawn quite a large crowd, which made Rose slightly uncomfortable.

What was more important, though, was that she was spending time with all of her friends. Now that they were practically all together, she realized just how much she had missed them over the summer. She couldn't believe that some of them were graduating already, and that after one more year, she would be as well. She made a second mental note of the morning, determined to spend as much time as she could with everyone, since time was running out. Perhaps Bliss could somehow help her be a little more outgoing. Well, there was no time like the present.

Standing up, she murmured her goodbyes, knowing she would see most of them later anyway. She grabbed Bliss' arm and pulled her from the table, dragging her out of the Great Hall entirely. She pulled her to the side of the entryway to an unoccupied corner. "So.. I have a request for you," she said, feeling more nervous than she should. Bliss was one of her best friends, and would help her no matter what, but she felt anxious nonetheless. "I-I was hoping... well, that you could... I mean... could you like, teach me how to be more outgoing?" She tucked her hair behind her ear, staring down at the floor before bringing her eyes up to meet her friends.




Finn Pollack



Myra seemed a little tongue tied... or maybe she had a frog in her throat. Finn wouldn't really be surprised, since it was Magus Grex. Of course, he thought he remembered her being the same way the last time he'd spoken to her. He couldn't exactly remember when it had been, but he did remember her practically choking on something she was eating. He'd patted on her back until she could successfully talk again. He knew she was quiet, but honestly didn't know why she always seemed so nervous around him. He was one of the most personable people in the entire castle. He never turned anyone away, and always tried to be polite to everyone.

“Uh, uhm, it was great. Yeah, great… Just… uh… great,” she said, almost as if she had forgotten how to speak. Regardless, he smiled and nodded. "That's very good to hear." He was still leaning on the table, particularly close to her. “But you? How about you? Your summer, that is. I mean, how was it? Your summer." He couldn't help it, and chuckled at her not being able to speak. "How was your summer?” She seemed to be fighting some kind of internal battle, but he was glad she seemed to finally be able to talk. "It was good, thanks for asking. I actually got to go to the Quodpot finals in Atlanta, so that was the highlight of the summer for me. Otherwise, just spent a lot of time at the beach." He smiled, then stood up, stretching his arms.

Finn's eyes looked over to the Ferre table quickly, and all the students still seemed to be in order. And no first years looked to be in a panic or frightened out of their minds, so he took that as a good sign, and figured he didn't need to be over there right away. "Do you mind if I sit down for a few minutes? I'm starving."

He didn't wait for an answer, and took a seat across from her. He piled a few pancakes on his plate, accompanied with more than a few slices of bacon. He drowned the pancakes in syrup, and took a few bites, moaning at the wonderful taste. "Sorry for my poor etiquette," he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "I really like food." That probably sounded stupid, but he didn't care. Because it was extremely true. And he didn't really have a lot of time before he was required to be somewhere else.

"So what are you most excited for this year?" he asked, taking a bite of bacon. He figured he would attempt some sort of conversation for the few minutes he'd be sitting there.




Priscilla Barsotti



She had been rather pleased with herself after her witty retort, since she hadn't expected Lee to open the door practically naked. Priscilla didn't actually think Vance was doing anything with Lee, let alone sleeping with him as she had implied. She had never seen Vance show romantic interest in anyone, boys or girls. So she highly doubted he had anything going with Lee, even though his statement about kissing was particularly interesting to hear. However, she could never have expected Vance's reaction.

She understood half of what he said at first, and was partly confused the rest of the time. Normally Vance wasn't so... honest. He was literally telling her exactly what Lee was up to, and why he had said what he did. That threw her off, as well as the fact that he seemed to be extremely upset with her. Since when did a few little pokes of fun make Vance so angry? It was almost frightening to her.

”But she can’t even get the boy she actually likes to notice her. It’s sad, really. Like a barker at a bazaar who can’t unload even a single vial of snake-oil. And when presented with a chance to make a formidable ally, what does she do? She lashes that serpent’s tongue yet again, makes intimations about the two of us, ludicrous though the thought might be.” That was the sentence that pissed her off. At that moment she didn't care if he was freaking her out, she just wanted to rip his head off. It was scary how much rage could fill her tiny body. She took a step towards him, only to feel a hand grasp her arm softly. It made her pause, and she looked behind her to find it was Îrem.

When Vance was done with his little speech, she questioned his sanity more than anything. But she was still rather pissed off at him for his rather rude comment."You're fucking crazy..." she said, staring at him with narrowed eyes. "I had agreed with you, saying we would make better allies than enemies, and then you go and pull that shit. You have most definitely just made an enemy." She wrenched free of Îrem's arm, and was about to walk away when Zack came striding toward her. Oh great, he probably heard every word... she thought, hating this situation even more. Tears came to her eyes, more out of anger and frustration than actual sadness. This was NOT the way to get Zack to fall for her.

He walked past her at first, saying something to Vance and Lee that she didn't care to listen to, then appeared before her eyes. "I thought I apologized for being an ass last night. You can't still be mad at me." Him feigning ignorance did not help to improve her mood. "Oh don't act like you didn't hear every word that was just said," she said, pushing past him. She hurried down the steps as fast as she could, and pushed out of the common room door with force. She headed for the main part of the castle, and walked into the first empty classroom she could find.

She slammed the door behind her, and walked over to the desk, giving it a large kick out of frustration. She grabbed a handful of pens and threw them against the far wall of the room, where they hit the wall with much less force than she had felt like she'd thrown them with. She sank to the floor right there, tears spilling out of her eyes and running down her cheeks. She was so angry at everyone: Vance, Zack, Lee, even Îrem. She couldn't believe everything that had just happened. While she had never hated Vance before, she most certainly did now. Something seemed different about him this year, but either way she wouldn't excuse the horrid things he'd said. Since when had making a few jokes been such a big deal? He'd done that all the time the previous year. And Zack had heard every word, even about her not being able to catch his attention.

After a few moments, she attempted to get her composure back, and wiped the tears from her face. Her makeup probably looked horrific now. Now that she had gotten her emotions out, she felt much more clear headed. Vance's words seemed less important. She knew that regardless of what he said, she could be the greatest queen bee of Magus Grex. And she most certainly could get Zack's attention. But her new number one goal would to make Vance Abernathy's world a living hell.

#, as written by Skwidge
ImageNaire Harth: Awkward TurtleImage


Naire blinked awkwardly, feeling absolutely overlooked. He shrugged it off mentally, and ate a small piece of buttered toast before twiddling his thumbs. He then turned to Lloyd. "Hey uh, I think I'm just gonna... head out. I have some ideas I want to try out before classes." His voice was naught but a soft mutter, and he rose from the Cervus bench silently, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking towards the great oak doors.

That's alright, I'm quite used to it. Besides, I'm kind of distracted now anyway. He nodded to himself quietly, as if to reassure himself. Naire let out a soft sigh, his eyes then narrowing a bit. "Accio camera." He whispered, his wand lazily out and in his grip once more. Wherever his camera had been, it now found its way to him.

Quietly, he ran his finger along the smooth surface of the object, a small frown on his face. Strange.... He shrugged, stepping now with a purpose towards the second floor of the castle. He quickly ascended the stairs, walking down a few of the morning-lit halls until he came to a suitable place. He rotated the shutter speed dial, and made sure everything else was in working order before setting up in front of a window.

With careful precision, Naire adjusted the zoom on the lens, being sure to keep the grasses of the castle's grounds in the shot, but also get the sun positioned to the right of the picture, and have the more mountainous terrain of the island in the shot as well.

Lloyd Vrancing


Lloyd waved cheerily at Felix W, bringing yet another few pieces of bacon up to her mouth. She should probably vary her diet a bit, and set up a small bowl of honey and a separate of grapes, apple slices, and fresh kiwis. She smiled gleefully, dipping the apples in the honey with a fork and letting the excess drip off before bringing the morsel up to her lips.

"Oh my gosh, I so didn't see you!"

With a shrug, she merely smiled lightly at Rose. "No worries."

She bit down on the apple, enjoying the satisfying crunch that came with it as flavor burst in her mouth. She brought up another piece of bacon, and was about to bite into that as well before she paused, closing her mouth again and staring straight at Felix W. "How would you all like to visit sometime? It's in a lovely spot up in the mountains with a beautiful view."

So not only did he live in Colorado, but he also built his own house. Which could only mean he was living with either just himself or a second relative, like grandparents or something. And he had decided to invite her? Lloyd's gaze flickered back to her plate thoughtfully, panic almost seized her, but then realized he had indeed invited the other two as well. I mean, not that Lloyd knew any of them that well anyway. She then bit down on the bacon distractedly.

"Would be nice to not be alone..."

Nearly choking on the piece of food she had just been swallowing, Lloyd suddenly leaned forward a bit, coughing. She put her hand up to her mouth, regaining herself sheepishly. She smiled brightly at the group, then watched as Naire got up. She simply shrugged, turning back to the conversation. I didn't expect someone like him to live alone. I always thought he'd be among one of the more popular people. Well, then again, he is in Cervus House. But still.

She forked a slice of kiwi, enjoying the sweet taste before turning back to her thoughts, tuning in to the conversation around her at the same time. Difficult? Sure. Impossible? Nah. And then everyone else seemed to be joining the table, making it thusly crowded with all the years of Cervus anyway, excluding the extras from the other Houses. Naire happened to open up some nice room, but it was bound to be claimed soon enough anyway.

And she wasn't too noticed by anyone else, which was sort of okay anyway. But honestly, did some almost stranger like Felix W. really want her to come out to Colorado? Besides, Teiver lived in the state too, didn't she? Lloyd blinked, returning to eating, her violin case right against her leg on the right side. Dorremoon meowed quietly, peering up at the girl through sandy green eyes.

She suddenly began to twiddle her thumbs as well, suddenly realizing how awkward it must have been for Naire. She would have gotten up and returned to her own table, perhaps to speak with Felix F, but something kept her there a few moments longer. She popped a grape into her mouth quietly, her hands now folded and in her lap.

As more and more people joined the group, his gripped his head with a slight grimace as his inner wolf started raging about people getting too close. He was too exposed, too open. Attacks will come, he needed to get away. He glanced over to Rose though, at her smiling face as she was surrouded by her friends and telling him that she would love to visit his home, and he made his choice. No, I will not run. I don't care what you think of this, Wolf, but these are my friends! And with a firm hand he slammed down on his wolf spirit. He smiled warmly to Rose giving her a hug. "Well, just let me know whenever and I'll be sure to make a space for you Rose!" He exclaimed happily, wanting her to feel like she was very important to him; and she was. In fact, Rosina was the most important person in the world to him. He grinned cheekily before tapping her nose then letting go and turning to Bliss and Summer.

"Bliss, Summer. Good to see you two." He smiled softly to them before answering Bliss' question. "I was just telling Rose, Delilah, and Lloyd here about my new home up in the mountains. You didn't miss much from my end." Truth be told, he hadn't really gotten to know Bliss all that well until she had practically attached herself to Rose by the hip. Granted, that meant he had less time to spend with Rose alone, and that irked him somewhat; however, that was overshadowed by the happiness he felt that Rose was happy with her friend. Summer too. The younger sister of Bliss, he had taken to looking out for her sometimes in case she needed some help. Having known her longer that her sister, he felt a stronger bond with the youngest Turner sister. Summer had always found a way to brighten the room, and he was glad that there were some in the world that were untouched by the horrors that the world could produce.

He gave Summer a knowing look, just saying with his expression "You got called up for one of Professor Kass' summer reviews didn't you?" While he admired the woman for helping him out so much, Felix couldn't help but be a little exasperated that his Head of House seemed to quite literally want to know everything about each of her students. Then young man immersed himself in the open feelings of belonging as he was a part of the conversation around him, around so many people. Even though his inner wolf was raging and thrashing behind the cage that he had slammed down upon it, he was happy. Of course, Rose is sitting right next to me. He thought to himself, smiling that he was so close to the girl he liked. Granted, she openly admitted to him being her best friend, and he was really happy that he was so important to her. Oh, but how he wished that she would look at him like she looks at Emerson.

He mused on those thoughts for a few moments more before looking over to see Lloyd twiddling her thumbs and looking rather lost. "Hey Lloyd, you alright over there?" He asked her after a brief pause, not wanting the young Ferre girl to feel left out.

Garrett Flint


At Felix Two's question of why he'd come over, Flint gestured with his head in the direction of the Vulpes table, where Victor was currently stewing, and clearly not in a good mood. "Like I said, Ivan the Terrible. He looked like he was about to go all Spetsnaz on his toast, so I figured I'd better clear out. And don't worry," he said in Delilah's direction, "I make only graceful landings. Getting off the ground can be difficult sometimes, but once I'm flying, I'd have to try really hard to crash."

Anyone who flew with him knew that that wasn't necessarily true; he was a bit of a risk taker, after all, and had ended up flat on his face a good amount of times. "And I don't run from drama. Drama runs from me." It sounded pretty dumb to say out loud, but there was actually some truth to it. Flint had never been one to stir up issues, but rather one to make everyone forget them. He liked having that reputation, as someone you could go to and just get away from the crap other people threw at you. As for Victor, Flint was actually quite oblivious that the Calza family was of Italian descent, and not Russian. He simply assumed everyone with the name Viktor (which was how he thought it was spelled) had Russian heritage.

As was normal, Flint soon found himself being slightly swarmed. Bliss was greeting him, and he gave her a friendly wave and a smile, though she seemed busy speaking with Delilah and Rose about their summers, so he didn't say anything to her. Looking around the table, he spotted Emerson chatting with--

"Gah! What the?" Flint said once the grape had flown into his eye. It rolled off the table and out of sight, and Flint found himself shaking his head and blinking his right eye furiously for a few seconds, before he recognized Justin as the source. The idea of starting a food fight on the first morning was awfully tempting, considering the fact that the food just kept appearing on the table, but Justin was speaking to Emerson in what was no doubt a crucially important moment for him. Every moment he spent with Emerson seemed that way, after all.

He caught Summer's eye momentarily when she had come down to join, and gave her a warm smile.

Let's see, what did he have first... Potions, apparently. That wasn't so bad. He'd actually become not so bad with potions, mostly through Justin's influence of course, but he was nowhere near his friend's level. And Hutson was pretty cool. Very easy to get along with.

Victor Calza


Victor performed his coup de grâce on the last bite of toast, he'd been just about to get up and leave this madhouse of a Great Hall when a voice that he didn't find completely irritating reached his ears. He heard his family name called, and then looked up to find Vance Abernathy standing across the table from him. He regarded the Arietem evenly, but not with the glare he leveled at some of the others. He had hoped to speak with Abernathy some time today, and considering that the seventh years would be on their way to Transfiguration this morning, Victor supposed that now was as good a time as any.

"And just when I was beginning to think there wasn't a way for this morning to be turned around," Victor said. Vance had his hands clasped behind his back, so Victor didn't yet see his exquisite glove. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Vance. It seems I can't even have breakfast anymore without being harassed by the holier-than-thou's."

It was perhaps interesting that Victor used the name 'Vance' rather than referring to him by his family name, considering that he did that with most everyone else, save for Teiver and a few others. Personally, he felt that using Abernathy would lump both Vance and his sister into one group, and he'd always liked to think of them as separate. Nevaeh had been dangerous, probably the most dangerous person to work with at the school, and Victor had always respected her intelligence. In fact, he'd been a little wary of her, and questioned whether an alliance of sorts between them would actually be healthy for him. That wasn't to say he hadn't secretly wanted one. Truth be told, he had been attracted by her cunning, but something about her had always stopped him from approaching her. Now he supposed he wouldn't get the chance, as she was far, far away from Magus Grex. Perhaps it was for the best.

Victor rose from the table, and began making his way from the Great Hall, expecting Vance to follow. "I was meaning to find you at some point today. I was held up by family matters yesterday, and was forced to arrive late. I'd hoped to speak with you about how things have changed this year."

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Lloyd Vrancing


Lloyd looked up, meeting Felix W.'s gaze. She smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, fine...." She looked back to her own table, watching Felix F. quietly, rubbing the back of her neck before noting some of the first years looking very so much confused. Her eyes then began to scan the hall for the Head Girl or Head Boy. She was rewarded by finally finding Finn over by the Vulpes table.

With a roll of her eyes, she leaned forward, her elbow resting on the table and her chin in her hand as she looked down at the bowl of fruit before her. A sudden playful expression flickered across her facials, and she picked up an apple slice, eyeing Finn carefully. "Finley! Finnigan! Yo Finn!!" Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she rolled her eyes, chucking the piece of fruit at him, hoping that it'd connect with him somewhere. Sure she could always just walk over there, but this was a lot more fun, not to mention creative and effective.

I mean, it's pretty hard to ignore being suddenly blindsided with an apple, right? Lloyd watched for his reaction, and if he did indeed bother to turn around, she'd wave brightly and very much over exaggeratedly with a cheeky smile.

Naire Harth


Naire sighed, looking down and at the screen of his camera, looking over the picture he had just shot. Sure, it looked magnificent, but his thoughts were completely focused elsewhere. He leaned on the windowsill, his chin cupped in his hand, his eyes distantly looking out across the grounds of the school. Another sigh escaped his lips, and he shifted, leaning against the castle wall, running his hand through his hair lightly.

He was suddenly distracted by an owl flying through the window he'd been just looking through with a small sack. It dropped the burlap bag, circling once before disappearing once more out of that same window. Naire sank to the ground, sitting criss-crossed and pulled the sack to himself, leafing through a couple of the letters from people all around the world.

Truth be told, he had been invited into a university to develop his camera work, but he had declined, seeing as it ran into Magus Grex time, and he didn't have time to spare on such a thing. And it was out of his state, cost too much, and he didn't want to go work for someone. He was quite content on his own. He'd found a few magazine publishers who were more than willing to take in his photos, and he had a sort of blog.

But leafing through fan mail on the first day of classes and actual school wasn't too ideal for him. Sure, he was appreciative of all of it, but he really didn't feel like going through it all. "Accio knapsack." He pronounced, waiting for it to come to him. He had enchanted it with the extension charm, and it also had his books. Once it reached him, he took in and stuffed the sack into it, vowing to go through it all during any free time he got.

He slung the bag over his shoulder and then began to walk to class.

Summer Turner & Felix Weyard


Summer was starving, so she took the open spot next to Felix. She began filling her plate almost immediately, barely catching what Felix had said. "Oh, you have no idea. I almost forgot. Then again I would be the first student to get the review at the worst hour of the day." She rolled her eyes as she took a bite of bacon, crossing her legs underneath the table. "Where are they going?" She said directing the comment to Bliss and Rose, who had just up and left the group after a quick see you later from Rose.

She looked over at Felix and watched him follow Rose out of the room. "Drool much?" She teased as she glanced over at his plate, barely seeing another on it. She was not one to hide her love for food, so she glanced back at the options. She grabbed Felix's plate, tossing on various entrées until his plate was as full as her's. "Eat!" She commanded as she kept stuffing her mouth. "How was your Summer? I didn't catch what you said." She felt a hair slipping towards her plate, so she quickly recovered by slinging her hair back almost hitting Felix. "Sorry," She said with a mouthful of food.

Swallowing hard, she grabbed a cup and filled it with milk. She couldn't bare to eat breakfast without the stuff. "I was fortunate enough to spend the entire summer with Bliss and Felix," She nodded over towards the Ferre table, where Felix F. seemed to be practically asleep.




As Rose dragged Bliss away, he followed them with his eyes as he heard Summer talk. Although once her comment of "Drool much?" registered in his mind, he flushed a deep red before playfully glaring at Summer. "You know Summer, Professor Kass had me in there all night last night with my interview. I didn't even get a chance to eat or attend the opening ceremony. So you..." At this he emphasized the word you with a tap to her nose. "don't get to complain." He then nodded to himself before watching amused as the youngest Turner sister piled food on his plate.

"Thanks Summer. Really." He smiled to her and gave her a hug before resuming his meal, doing his best to not show her the discomfort he felt with his inner wolf raged against the cage he locked it in as he ate the fruit and breads that she gave him. He happily ate on the bacon though. "Well, as for my summer...my house up in the mountains is finished. Got a small farm, some animals, potion area, magic training ground, all next to and around a river and natural waterfall. I love the place. Oh, and I did my annual visit to the graves of my parents and grandparents." He said with a small smile before her hair whipped him in the face.

Chuckling he shifting in his seat to help smooth out her hair for her, something that he did every now and again once she had asked him to out of desperation before. He quickly got good at it for her, and he rather enjoyed it at times. It helped to calm his wolf spirit by occupying his hands in something so simple, and it helped that he was doing a service for a friend.

He then frowned before tucking into his breakfast once more, a glass of milk and water in front of him as he drank from them. He liked Summer, very much so. She was a dear friend and someone he looked out for from year one. He wanted to trust her with his biggest secret, but he was afraid to lose someone who's friendship he cherished so dearly. So when she spoke of her summer, he took the opportunity.

"Oh? The summer with your sister and her unoffical man huh? How did that go?" He asked her with a cheeky grin.





Summer absolutely loved when Felix would mess with her hair, so she just smiled and welcomed his hands when they started helping her. "How was the visit?" She asked referring to him going to his parents'/grandparents' graves. "I went to my mother's alone this year. The first time ever." She felt a stab of sadness hit her as she gave Felix a look of that told him how much she hated going there alone. "Al though, I did enjoy being able to sit and talk to her without someone hearing every word." She took another bite of bacon, grabbing a few more pieces for her plate.

"How do you think I liked my Summer?" She asked giving Felix the most god-awful look she could produce. "I had to hang out with my oldest sister and the guy I practically loved." She ran her hands through her hair as she shook her head. "It was miserable, but I'm so glad to be back." She said as she placed her hand over Felix's, giving it a small squeeze. "Any progress with Rose?" She said as she leaned in to make sure only Felix could hear her. "I can only imagine you are having more luck than I am with the romance..." Leaning back to her normal distance she continued, "At least I hope you are."

Summer spotted the two friends come back into the Great Hall and head straight for the Ferre table. "Looks like they had a very to-the-point conversation, " Summer pointed to Bliss and Rose, who now were accompanying Felix. "You are welcomed to go join them. I try to keep my distance. I can't stand being too close to all that.." She looked away when she saw Bliss wrap her arms around Felix. "I need a guy." She said as she caught sight of Flint.

"Speaking of which.." She brought her leg from around the table to straddle the bench (assuming we don't have individual chairs) she was sitting her. She leaned in close to Felix as she nodded towards Garrett. "I spent some time with him last night.." She brought her her hands up into little claws as she continued, "in the library!" She said as she started jabbing Felix with her fingers.




Felix honestly felt a little bad for Summer, having to spend all that time around her sister and Felix, watching or hearing them doing lover like things. As she spoke of her visit to her mother's grave, his heart went out to her, giving her a hug as he held her close before letting go with a friendly kiss to the forehead. It wasn't hard for him to catch the grimace in her face as she saw Bliss and Felix together so he just smiled and scratched his nose.

"Nah, no such luck. I'm merely a best friend to her...which in many ways is both a blessing and a curse. I want to be closer, for her to like me as I like her...but I'm merely her best friend after all..." He trailed off as she leaned in to talk to him about Garret. He smiled in an amused manner before catching her hands with his own to subdue her and hauled her into his lap before unmercifully tickling her in retaliation for all the poking.

"Oh? Do tell about your clandestine adventure with Mr. Flint in the library, Summer." He grinned like a chestier cat as he watched her reaction, smiling inwardly at the playfulness of his close friend.




"That made my morning much better," Summer told her friend as she enjoyed the hug her had given her. "I needed that." When it came to his love life, she knew pretty much everything. There was always new things he would add every so often of how he thought Rose was given sign of more than their platonic relationship, but then the next week he would take back what he said when Rose had told him about a guy she was crushing on. "Oh my god! Kiss her already," She yelled as she watched her friend's red-haired crush with Bliss from across the room. "Or I'll kiss her for you." She laughed at the idea.

Being pulled into his lap, she felt herself laughing hysterically as she finally managed to escape before attracting a couple of other student's attention. "You are ridiculous." She said giving him a playful shove, letting her head fall to his shoulder as she tried catching her breath from all the laughter. "I'm so glad I have you." She was thankful for their friendship because he was one of her closer friends that she had at the school. They had a unique friendship that made her feel like they were siblings more than friends.

She had glanced down towards Garrett before continuing. "Nothing really spectacular happened. I just.." Pausing as her eyes caught Flint's, she gave him a quick wave as she then hid behind Felix. "..I want him." She said as she stood quickly, pulling Felix up with her. "Let's head to class!" She tried to remember what she had first. She knew they didn't have their first class together, but she still would enjoy escorting him to class.




One more to come!


Summer Turner & Felix Weyard


Summer was starving, so she took the open spot next to Felix. She began filling her plate almost immediately, barely catching what Felix had said. "Oh, you have no idea. I almost forgot. Then again I would be the first student to get the review at the worst hour of the day." She rolled her eyes as she took a bite of bacon, crossing her legs underneath the table. "Where are they going?" She said directing the comment to Bliss and Rose, who had just up and left the group after a quick see you later from Rose.

She looked over at Felix and watched him follow Rose out of the room. "Drool much?" She teased as she glanced over at his plate, barely seeing anything on it. Once her comment registered in his mind, he flushed a deep red before playfully glaring at Summer. "You know Summer, Professor Kass had me in there all night last night with my interview. I didn't even get a chance to eat or attend the opening ceremony. So you..." At this he emphasized the word you with a tap to her nose. "don't get to complain." He then nodded to himself before watching amused as the youngest Turner sister piled food on his plate. She was not one to hide her love for food. "Eat!" She commanded as she kept stuffing her mouth. "Thanks Summer. Really." He smiled to her and gave her a hug before resuming his meal, doing his best to not show her the discomfort he felt with his inner wolf raged against the cage he locked it in as he ate the fruit and breads that she gave him. He happily ate on the bacon though.

"How was your summer? I didn't catch what you said." She felt a hair slipping towards her plate, so she quickly recovered by slinging her hair back almost hitting Felix. "Sorry," She said with a mouthful of food. Chuckling he shifting in his seat to help smooth out her hair for her, something that he did every now and again once she had asked him to out of desperation before. He quickly got good at it for her, and he rather enjoyed it at times. It helped to calm his wolf spirit by occupying his hands in something so simple, and it helped that he was doing a service for a friend. "Well, my house up in the mountains is finished. Got a small farm, some animals, outdoors potions area, magic training ground, all next to and around a river and natural waterfall. I love the place. Oh, and I did my annual visit to the graves of my parents and grandparents." Summer absolutely loved when Felix would mess with her hair, so she just smiled and welcomed his hands when they started helping her. "How was the visit?" She asked referring to him going to his parents'/grandparents' graves. "I went to my mother's alone this year. The first time ever." She felt a stab of sadness hit her as she gave Felix a look of that told him how much she hated going there alone. "Although, I did enjoy being able to sit and talk to her without someone hearing every word." She took another bite of bacon, grabbing a few more pieces for her plate.

Swallowing hard, she grabbed a cup and filled it with milk. She couldn't bare to eat breakfast without the stuff. "I was fortunate enough to spend the entire summer with Bliss and Felix," She nodded over towards the Ferre table, where Felix F. seemed to be practically asleep. Felix, however had frowned before tucking into his breakfast once more, a glass of milk and water in front of him as he drank from them. He liked Summer, very much so. She was a dear friend and someone he looked out for from year one. He wanted to trust her with his biggest secret, but he was afraid to lose someone who's friendship he cherished so dearly. So when she spoke of her summer, he took the opportunity.

"Oh? The summer with your sister and her unoffical man huh? How did that go?" He asked her with a cheeky grin. "How do you think I liked my summer?" She asked giving Felix the most god-awful look she could produce. "I had to hang out with my oldest sister and the guy I practically loved." She ran her hands through her hair as she shook her head. "It was miserable, but I'm so glad to be back." She said as she placed her hand over Felix's, giving it a small squeeze. Felix honestly felt a little bad for Summer, having to spend all that time around her sister and Felix, watching or hearing them doing lover like things. As she spoke of her visit to her mother's grave, his heart went out to her, giving her a hug as he held her close before letting go with a friendly kiss to the forehead. "That made my morning much better," Summer told her friend as she enjoyed the hug her had given her. "I needed that."

Summer spotted the two friends come back into the Great Hall and head straight for the Ferre table. "Looks like they had a very to-the-point conversation, " Summer pointed to Bliss and Rose, who now were accompanying Felix. "You are welcomed to go join them. I try to keep my distance. I can't stand being too close to all that.." She looked away when she saw Bliss wrap her arms around Felix. "I need a guy." She said as she caught sight of Flint. She then leaned in to make sure only Felix could hear her. "Any progress with Rose? I can only imagine you are having more luck than I am with the romance..." When it came to his love life, she knew pretty much everything. There was always new things he would add every so often of how he thought Rose was given sign of more than their platonic relationship, but then the next week he would take back what he said when Rose had told him about a guy she was crushing on. Leaning back to her normal distance she continued, "At least I hope you are." It wasn't hard for him to catch the grimace in her face as she saw Bliss and Felix together so he just smiled and scratched his nose. "Nah, no such luck. I'm merely a best friend to her...which in many ways is both a blessing and a curse. I want to be closer, for her to like me as I like her...but I'm merely her best friend after all..."

"Oh my god! Kiss her already," She yelled as she watched her friend's red-haired crush with Bliss from across the room. "Or I'll kiss her for you." She laughed at the idea. The young man was elated on the inside at the contact he had with Summer. The youngest Turner sister was like a loving sister to him, and he always tried his best to take care of her. He turned a bright red at the image of Summer kissing Rose for him and he shook his head quickly to banish the image. "Speaking of which.." She brought her leg from around the table to straddle the bench (assuming we don't have individual chairs) she was sitting her. She leaned in close to Felix as she nodded towards Garrett. "I spent some time with him last night.." She brought her her hands up into little claws as she continued, "in the library!" She said as she started jabbing Felix with her fingers.

Felix smiled in an amused manner before catching her hands with his own to subdue her and hauled her into his lap before unmercifully tickling her in retaliation for all the poking. "Oh? Do tell about your clandestine adventure with Mr. Flint in the library, Summer." He grinned like a chestier cat as he watched her reaction, smiling inwardly at the playfulness of his close friend. Being pulled into his lap, she felt herself laughing hysterically as she finally managed to escape before attracting a couple of other student's attention. "You are ridiculous." She said giving him a playful shove, letting her head fall to his shoulder as she tried catching her breath from all the laughter. "I'm so glad I have you." She was thankful for their friendship because he was one of her closer friends that she had at the school. They had a unique friendship that made her feel like they were siblings more than friends. "I'm glad to have you too Summer. More than you might realize."

She had glanced down towards Garrett before continuing. "Nothing really spectacular happened. I just.." Pausing as her eyes caught Flint's, she gave him a quick wave as she then hid behind Felix. "..I want him." He smiled to her as she admitted to wanting Garret Flint. Oh that was something he was going to to tease her about later. She suddenly stood quickly, pulling Felix up with her. "Let's head to class!" She tried to remember what she had first. She knew they didn't have their first class together, but she still would enjoy escorting him to class. As she hauled him off to class, he just grinned and didn't mind. He missed his unofficial little sister during the summer and was glad to spend some time with her. "Well, I have Potions first. What about you sis?" He grinned watching her reaction to the name they shared as he walked with her to class. He loved the brightness that she seemed to give off every day and wrapped arm around her shoulders, escorting her as far as they could both go together. Once they reached her classroom, the pair stood talking for a while about random things that happened to cross their minds. School, classes, times to meet up and have fun, almost everything was up for debate. The two teens were quite enraptured with their conversation and were more than happy to just stand outside her classroom, lost in their own world as they talked.

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The masses of students standing and wandering towards their morning classes rendered surveying the Great Hall very difficult for Vin as he stepped inside, stomach grumbling it's protest against his breakfast of a single piece of toast. He caught small glimpses of groups he'd become accustomed to seeing together: The Three Amigos were wandering off in a kickline of sorts, due for Potions probably, then there was Summer and Felix the Second, goofing around as usual, and Well, that's new. Vin paused his meandering toward the Vulpes table for a moment as he caught sight of Vance and Victor. The two vipers were talking to one another in what could only be described as a conspiratorial way. He watched for a moment as he absently grabbed food off the table and popped it into his mouth. He was surprised and delighted to find it had been green grapes, instead of purple, he'd always liked green best.

Shrugging, he actually looked to the table now and piled a few "to go" items into his hand, knowing Myra would have his head on a platter if he was late to the first class of the year. Past that, she didn't seem to be her brother's keeper, but the first class proved pivotal in her opinion. Thinking of... Vin looked down the Vulpes table without much vehemence, assuming Myra had already taken off for class, it was 10 minutes before classes started after all: "late" in the Myra-speak. Again, his nonchalance was knocked off balance as he saw her, sitting across from Finn, actually carrying on a conversation. A real, respectable-looking, non-one-sided conversation with a guy! A momentary swell of pride in his sister's finally gaining the ability to branch out swelled, then was immediately quenched by hatred for Finn. He was such a play boy, with a veritable harem of women following him around, sighing and signing their names "Mrs. Finn Pollack." How dare he get Myra's hopes up by giving her this special attention? She's fragile and could easily take this as some sort of favoritism, even attraction. The proctective older brother raged in Vin, begging him to walk up and punch Finn in the face. As was Vin's nature though, he acknowledged the thought, let it through his mind, then set it aside. He wasn't one for violence in any form, preferring the teachings of Gandhi, so he breathed in the good, out the bad, and let himself calm down.

He watched, gratefully, as Lloyd wandered over and tossed a grape at Finn's forehead. "Okay, cool it." he told himself under his breath. Taking a moment to breath in and then out again, he fully regained his zen and popped a grape in his mouth as he made his way over, a lazy grin on his face. "Morning Myra!" He walked over and would have given her a noogie but she turned, eyes wide and dodged out of the way, snagging his hand with both of her dainty ones.

"I don't think so!" She giggled.

He chuckled and nodded to Finn. "G'mornin' Finn!" Then looked at Lloyd and winked a thank-you for breaking up what could have been the beginning of a broken-hearted sister, "Lively Lloyd." Then he turned back to his sister, linked her arm in his and pulled her to stand, "Aren't you late for class Little Miss Muffet?"

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Myra had been pushing scrambled eggs around with her fork, waiting for the inevitable laughter from Finn at her comment about Quodpot. She waited, then looked up, and he was just smiling at her. No laughter, nothing said to make her feel defeated or deflated. On the contrary, she felt emboldened by his smile, encouraged even. Does he think I'll be alright on a team? Before she even had time to develop the thought, her blush began again, but was dropped almost immediately as a rogue purple grape suddenly came into her vision and hit Finn smack between the eyes. She was so stunned she wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry or both, so she just blinked at him, wide eyed. She followed the reverse path of the projectile fruit and found Lloyd slowly lowering hand and smiling cheekily. All at once Myra was relieved and miffed, one for the saving grace that was another human entering the conversation, the other because she'd finally had a semi-decent one on one experience with Finn. She waved weakly at Lloyd and just as she was turning to ask Finn what he was thinking, something within her told her that Vin was approaching, so, still slightly in shock from the quick change of events, she turned and looked. Her eyes growing wide as she swooped out of the way of his noogie, expertly blocking the fist she'd grown accustomed to fending off through her lifetime. "Morning Myra!" She scowled playfully at her twin. Her hair looked good on it's own today, who was he to mess it up before first period?! "I don't think so!" She giggled as she released his hand.

Waiting politely as he greeted everyone at the table, Myra shot Finn an apologetic smile. She couldn't look straight at him though, still slightly worried about what he might be thinking about the whole situation, so she began to stuff her face again. Just as she was raising a conglomerate forkful of eggs, bacon, and a tiny bit of pancake to her mouth, she found herself being pulled to a standing position by an arm linked around her elbow. She considered following the now floating fork with her mouth, but found it to be a little too unladylike in front of Finn, so she snatched the fork from her left hand with her right and defiantly shoved the food in her mouth. She shot a humorous glance at Lloyd, hoping for some appreciation of her talent, then set the fork down daintily.

"Aren't you late for class Little Miss Muffet?" Myra's mouth opened to retort against her very least favorite of all Vin's nick-names for her when what he'd said sunk in. A small "eep!" emitted from her mouth, almost as though she'd seen a spider or a slug had landed on her hand (not that either of these things would have bothered her) and turned to the clock. It read 5 till. Her heart-rate sky-rocketed. Oh no! Defense Against the Dark Arts! Professor Hughes is going to be so unhappy with me if show up late! Before she could even think about it she gave Vin a quick hug, smiled at Finn, waved a quick goodbye to Lloyd and headed off toward the DADA hall. She threw her bookbag over her shoulder as she walked, then realized how completely rude she'd just been, so she turned her head and looked back as she walked forward quickly.

"See you all lat-" She ran into something, hard. Making a dainty "oof" sound she turned, utterly embarrassed, and quickly mumbled, "I am so sorry, I was going to be late for class and wasn't watching where I was go--- oh god." Her heart sank as her eyes had drifted up the tall form of a very stern looking man, as her gold eyes met his green ones her heart stopped entirely. Utter fear and extreme thrill simultaneously shot through her system, but she wouldn't let her eyes leave his. Somehow it felt like she'd have lost a challenge if she'd broken eye contact. Despite this, a blush flushed her face and butterflies burst to life in her stomach even as every molecule in her body told her to turn and run. This is the absolute worst first day of school I've ever had in my life, perhaps simply the worst day ever. The icy dullness of shock started to spread through her body as she realized just what a horrible mistake she'd made. Her brain started flying, trying to decide on all possible outcomes of the situation, until she landed on what she hoped was the best plan of action: apologize and get the hell out of there. Pulling herself together as best she could, she reminded herself to speak elegantly because she was sure he would only respond well to eloquence. Myra spoke as levelly and calmly as possible.

"Vance, I sincerely apologize. I should have been paying attention to my destination, I was rushed due to a pressing time constraint for the beginning of class. I know this is no excuse. I won't make the same mistake in the future." And before he could have time to respond, she looked to her destination, side stepped, and walked calmly (if briskly) on her way.

When she had finally exited the Great Hall she let the air she'd trapped in her lungs escape. She felt like she might faint. If there was ever a way to get on someone's evil side it was to run smack into them. She started to wallow in her own pity, cursing herself for having been so stupid, when she noticed a familiar face she hadn't seen yet: Summer. Immediately Myra's body radiated warmth and her pace quickened a tiny bit until she'd wrapped her up in a tight hug.

"Summer! Oh, Summer! How did I not see you yesterday?" She stepped back and smiled awkwardly at Felix, unsure what to say to him. After a moment, she turned back to her best female friend, "I've missed you so much and need you now more than ever! Let's catch up on the way to Defense Against the Dark Arts, yeah?" She beamed and turned toward the classroom, her body language beckoning Summer to join her.

Felix Weyard


As he watched Summer being dragged away by Myra, Felix just chuckled to himself before moving on to his potions class. He wandered the halls slowly, feeling the stone under his feet and hands, and the moon's phase as it revolved the earth. Felix could feel the apex of his lupin cycle coming within the next week, and the young man knew that he had to speak with Justin about making that potion of his. Wolfsbane he called it? Felix's wolf mind prevented him from fully understanding that potion, since it cursed that part of him into submission.

He often wondered what his life would be like if that werewolf hadn't cursed him and killed his family. Sure, Felix would be more reliant on his parents, would come to them or owl them with any questions he had with courses or just life in general. In a way, he felt that it all worked out in the end. The young man had become more self-reliant, more able to do things on his own. He was used to being alone and secluded from others due to his curse, and he was ok with that.

However, life at Magus Grex wasn't the same as the holidays. He was surrounded by people, some that he liked, some that he just didn't mind, and some that he couldn't really be around. Then there was Rose, but she was in a catagory all her own. His wolf mind made it like that, so that he could only focus on one "partner". He didn't mind, after all Rose was very dear to him, but he really didn't need the wolf to butt into his own personal business. Granted, the spirit was always trying to take hold, to grab some form of ground within him to claim his body as it's own. Felix wasn't about to allow that.

Walking into the Potions classroom, he spotted Garrett, Justin, and Emerson all there and seeming to have a good time. He walked over to the group and sat next to them, a small grin on his face. "So, who's ready to blow something else up this year?" His tone was teasing and lighthearted, but he focused Justin with a look, one that the pair had perfected between them. That look meant, I need my potion, and I need it soon. Felix then sat and listened to the idle banter between the group as his mind focused back on his friends that weren't in the room. He thought back to Delilah and how her personal life was taking a nosedive. That wasn't good, and he didn't like that his friend was feeling so down lately. I'll take her up to the Muggle Studies room and play for her then. I know she loves the piano, and I've never played for anyone...so I doubt she knows I can. With that thought firmly in mind, he focused on the rest of the conversation around him again. Man, was Felix ever ready to get this class over with.