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Teiver Morn

"Can you see my shadow cast upon the walls?"

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


Teiver Morn


Basic Info

Name: Teiver Morn
Age: 16
Gender: Female
House: Vulpes
Pet: A very skinny Black Cat named Garrison. Coat is a bit more on the brown scale.
Birthplace: Aspen, Colorado.
Wand: Ten and three quarter inches, Core of the Unicorn, Hazel Wood, Flexibility unyielding.
Patronus: Image

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  • Solitude
  • Confined Spaces
  • Garrison
  • Astronomy
  • Magical Creatures
  • Bertie Bott’s Every-Flavor Beans
  • Rain, Stars, Night time, Candles
  • Charms

  • Extreme Heights
  • Large Crowds
  • Herbology. "Getting dirt between my fingernails is a horrific experience."
  • Jinxes
  • Muggle Studies
  • Heat


Teiver is extremely intelligent and is found more often than not with her nose buried in a book, or looking up at the sky from the Vulpes' House balcony. She's fairly reserved on the outside, and acts extremely mature. However, don't let that fool you into thinking she's always like that. She does indeed have those moments where she can be outgoing and fun. She has a knack for getting herself into tight spaces or spots where no one really knows about. There are so many hidden passage ways and good climbing spots if you know where to look, especially having been at Magus Grex for six years.

Most people don't know it, but Teiver actually exceeds at coming up with pranks and getting people stuck in awkward situations. She's more than willing to help out with literally anything, so long as it isn't for obnoxious buffoons. Her overall personality is pretty sweet and laid back, and she has a pretty epic laugh, though rarely used. Of course, every person is two-sided when it comes to the personality, it always depends on their moods. She's obsessed with tests and exams, and, unlike almost every single other student, loves taking them and studying.


Teiver is an only child born to a wizard father and muggle mother. As a child, she grew up in the mountains of Colorado, hidden away from normal civilization. Ever since she had gotten her paws on books, she's been an addict to knowledge and reading. Also, being so far away from city lights, she has had an open and breathtaking view of the night sky all throughout infancy until she was old enough to receive her letter to Magus Grex. Because of this, she's developed a devotion to the stars and charting them.

Many years she spent under the candlelight of her room within her house, poring over hundreds of books and attaining more and more knowledge. They had a few visits to the outside world, so Teiver is familiar with such things. At a very young age she knew she was different than most other children. It was only until she began doing odd and completely unnatural things that her parents told her that she was a wizard. And, as her parents were both extremists for knowledge themselves, they introduced her to this new idea via a book from the wizarding society. This was the year before she would receive her letter.

From that point forward, she abandoned the normal humanistic books and switched to the wizarding ones. On her eleventh birthday, the owl delivered her letter of invitation to the Magus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When her letter did come, she was overjoyed, though also somewhat crushed that she would have to leave her home and everything she knew. Well, figuratively speaking, of course. She has a two thirds photographic memory, and loves to spend her free time studying, as mentioned before.

Being placed in the Vulpes House was a no-brainer, but she was still overjoyed nonetheless. She would get to socialize with people mostly like her, and who were a very tight knit family, looking out for each other and assisting each other with just about everything. Her first year was a bit of a learning grip, and she excelled in most of her classes; the top of which was astronomy. She discovered wearing darker clothing was actually better for enhancing learning. The brighter colors were firey and distracting, and she just preferred the cooler colors. Of course, like all the other Houses, Teiver has grown a lenient dislike to the house of Arietems.

As soon as her third year hit, she signed up for the Care of Magical Creatures class, and has absolutely adored it, coming back to it each year. It was here that she discovered a unique ability which she has diverged with no one; other than the animals themselves. She has the ability of BeastSpeech, and often is found talking to the animals. Though it goes without saying, many of the other houses find her a bit crazy because of this (For they have no idea about her being blessed with this gift) but her own House accepts and even encourages such acts. Though it is very difficult to translate each animal's tongue into something understandable, she gets the basic grasps of it and has been grabbing anything that even remotely relates to her ability in order to learn more about it. Of course, having been with Garrison for a number of years, she can communicate with him with ease. However, her own speaking to the animals is much more easy, and many of the animals do show forms of understanding her other than communicating back. Teiver is almost never without her cat Garrison, and can be found wondering the halls at night with him close at hand, the two speaking in hushed voices and exploring the castle for new secrets.

She is very skilled in the Alohomora spell, the anti-jinx spell, Aresto Momentum, Bedazzling Hex, Cave Inimicum, Homenum Revelio, and evanesco. Being in Magus Grex for a number of years, she has picked up many spells to use in unlocking, concealing, or throwing off teachers and caretakers from arresting her at night after the curfews and forbidden areas. She also knows the Fidelius Charm, which makes her a Secret-Keeper; along with this charm, she sides it with the imperturable charm in order to make the room impenetrable by anyone else, including sounds.



Do you know much about the Harry Potter Universe?: I have seen all the movies, read a couple of fanfic stories, pottermore, wiki, games, etc. So yes.
How often do you get online?: Every day.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: At least every day. Unless there are unforeseen difficulties.
Password: Copper Cauldron

Image ~Cheers. -Garrison

So begins...

Teiver Morn's Story

#, as written by throne
Justin Hardy – Vulpes House

Justin just couldn’t help himself. He was elated to be back. The so-described ruckus, well… with a bit of Transfiguration and Charms work, the lanky young wizard had set most of the unused silver and flatware at the Vulpes table to performing an impromptu rendition of the beloved Disney musical number “Be Our Guest”. Forks hopped about, weaving between the dishes heaped with food with their tined heads bobbing back and forth. Spoons and knives spun gracefully around one another, occasionally colliding with a metallic clatter then falling inert to the table as his spell-work was broken. Plates rolled on their edges, making neat turns at intervals. It was a fairly impressive display, and yes, quite noisy, but he just couldn’t help himself. Brilliant though he was, he hadn’t worked out a means to shake The Trace just yet (not for lack of trying), and an entire summer without magic had nearly done him in.

The Muggle-born students of his house seemed quite amused as he swayed in his seat, using his wand like a baton to conduct the affair as, in a terrible French accent, he sang the song. Students from wizarding families were a bit perplexed, and more than a few were rolling their eyes at his antics, but he couldn’t help smirking as he watched them try to figure out exactly what combination of effects he was using to achieve the feat. It was pretty much the only reason that the bookish-by-large Vulpes were so accepting of a reprobate like Justin; lazy and goofy as he was, he was undeniable one of the finest wizards in the House, and his skills with Charms and Transfiguration paled in comparison to his Potions work.

Throughout his little performance, he did his best to catch two particular pairs of eyes; first Emerson’s, then Felix’s. They, surely, would have appreciated his showmanship and the raucous results it had. It wasn’t long at all before Professor Hutson arrived and “politely” asked Justin to discontinue… which he did, mostly because he couldn’t remember all the words to the song anyway. Besides, he had business to conduct. He’d noticed several of his more regular customers eyeing him since they’d been seated, and since he wasn’t all that hungry, he decided to get business out of the way so he could move back to pleasure. First, he slung a quick, one-armed hung around Bliss, then shot off a quick salute to Teiver. With that accomplished, he slipped from his seat, slinking down the aisle between his table and the Arietem table after slinging his messenger bag over his narrow shoulder.

What followed looked more or less like old friends catching up; he’d clap his hand on a shoulder, or shake hands, grinning and laughing and joking like a fool. Anyone watching very closely would note that vials of various colored liquids were changing hands, along with plenty of sickles and even galleons. The Arietem were his best customers- small wonder, there. When he caught sight of Bellona, he paused for just long enough to blow her a cheeky kiss before continuing on his way. He often wondered why he hadn’t been sorted into that House; he certainly had plenty of friends there. Like most things, it didn’t bother Justin for overlong. He had much more important things to think about.

This way the year. He’d decided it that summer in a fit of loneliness. This was the year that he would finally tell Emerson Caldwell how he really felt about him. This was the year that he snuck or begged or trampled his way out of the friend-zone and into the arms of one of his oldest friends. Wearing a crooked smirk that wasn’t at all indicative of his intentions, he changed course… making his way toward the Cervus table, where his not-so-funny crush could be found.


Vance Abernathy - Arietem House

“She’ll be finishing out her education at Beauxbatons, for the umpteenth time,” Vance drawled, his patience wearing extremely thin. His sister’s little coven was abuzz with Nevaeh’s absence, and they couldn’t quite seem to grasp a year at Magus Grex without her. They have no idea how little she thought of them. They were little more than tools, stepping stones, but even with her gone, they go through these motions, feigning how upset they are that she’s gone. “She’s lucky, frankly. The education in Europe is much better, there’s more… tradition. I’d hoped to transfer to Durmstrang myself, but… there’s something of a legacy regarding Abernathy men and this school, and I can’t blame Father too much for keeping it alive.”

He’d been rehearsing this little song and dance all summer long. It was all he could do not to grind his teeth as one of the little sycophants went on and on about how they should dedicate the first party of the year to Nevaeh, sort of as the going away party they’d never gotten to throw. Generally, that sort of party is called a wake, he thought grimly. Beneath the table, he flexed his right hand, working his thumb and fingers a bit. The craftsmanship of the mechanical replacement was goblin caliber, but he still didn’t trust it, even if the big-eared little things were renowned for this sort of thing.

As he looked across the table, slowly scanning the faces of Arietem House, he could see the way they were looking at him. The way they were sizing him up. Without Nevaeh, his stature in the school was halved or worse. They were wondering if they had what it took to unseat him and rise to the top of the social food-chain. He almost laughed aloud. It was a testament to what was left of his composure and his breeding that he managed not to. Let them have it; he wouldn’t even fight them for such an empty honor as to be the biggest fish in this dismally murky pond.

Could he actually trust them? Trust anyone? Nevaeh couldn’t have been the only student recruited for… whatever it was his grandfather and those hooded cohorts of his had been planning. There had to be others. Being at school might keep Vance safe from the adult wizards who might want him killed, but their student-pawns? Those he’d have to remove from the board by himself.

He watched his peers carefully, looking for any indications of ill-intention. Most of them smiled at him, but their eyes were unsmiling. Vance had no illusions about his status. It was built on fear and respect, not affection. Not a one of these cretins was a tenth as adept at playing the game as he was, though. Not a one of them had blood half as pure.

He was dragged into a conversation regarding this year’s Quodpot team. ”Well, Zinkley is out,” he put in quickly, almost automatically. ”We’ll have to hold a try-out to fill his spot, but otherwise, the championship roster will go untouched.”

”And who says you’re captain again this year, Abernathy? It was starting already. The querent, a brick-faced wizard of middling heritage who certainly could have beaten Vance in a Muggle-fight, was staring at him hungrily.

”Ah, no one did, that’s true…” He took that opportunity to cut his meat, revealing his dragon-skin gloved hand in full for the first time since he’d sat down. With deliberate precision, he dissected the ham he’d taken for himself into tiny pieces. The smile he directed at the other 7th year, Barstowe, yes, Barstowe, he recalled now, was absolutely pleasant… but there was murder in Vance’s eyes. ”But of course, it simply goes without saying. Do try to keep up.” He shone his smile around the table, and most of the Arietem began to laugh on cue. Outplayed and intimidated, Barstowe stared at his plate. Let them come indeed, he decided, spearing a rectangle of ham with his fork and levering it into his mouth.

#, as written by Skwidge
Teiver had kept her attention focused on each of the teachers individually, taking in the newer ones and remembering the old ones as the Headmaster spoke the same old speech which he always did. Once he finished, however, her thoughts immediately turned to elsewhere. She was going over plans for this year, and trying to remember all the corridors which she had explored over the years. She'd just have to wait and see though. Unfortunately, her plots were disrupted by Justin's abhorrent French accent.

Teiver's hands were clenched on the table, her wand out and in her hand. Who could bloody focus with that freaking racket on!? Her eye twitched and she finally called out clearly and precisely "Silencio!" The tableware continued its dance, but without its pointless chatter and screeching. She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes and returning her wand to its place on her figure. She silently picked up an apple and a piece of a turkey leg, and met Justin's eyes as he saluted her. She allowed the faintest of smiles to crack out along her features, but it soon vanished. She wasn't really hungry at all; more focused on the many areas of the castle just calling out to be explored.

Teiver had absolutely no desire to talk to anyone, and she didn't really need to. She had zero friends other than Rose, and she was perfectly fine with that. It left her more time to explore. Inside, she was smiling brightly and eagerly, and she pushed herself up from the bench, quickly turning and heading down the Great Hall and to the exit. She quietly opened the large door, and slipped out, her robes flickering for a second behind her until they too disappeared out of sight.

She smirked, letting out a loud sigh. A small creature hovered nearby, slinking along through the patches of shadow before entwining itself between the girls legs. 'Another year at Magus Grex. Let's go check on our work, shall we?' The cat merely looked up at her, and gave a small meow. "What do you mean you didn't check already, Garrison?" Her voice was quiet and a bit withdrawn, looking down at the feline with a sort of laughable glare. 'Well I wanted it to be as much as a surprise as anyone.' The girl once more rolled her eyes. "Well, we should get a move on then, huh?" She leaned down, ripping off a chunk of the turkey leg and handing it to Garrison, who, in turn, took it into his mouth and quietly chewed on it as they moved along.

After Garrison had finished off his chunk, he looked up expectantly at Teiver, who dropped a piece on the floor. 'You expect me to eat that? Off of that floor!? Revolting! I must have you know, I am a cat of standards.' Teiver chuckled, looking back down once more. "Well, if you're so hungry, why don't you just come up here and get some more of it yourself? Or I'll just drop some to you and feed you like a dolphin." The girl smiled sweetly, stooping down and picking the piece of meat off of the floor before opening a window and dropping it out for one of the ground's creatures to get to.

Afterwards, the two continued on down the main hall before veering off to the left. They stood before a wall like any of the others before Teiver brought up her wand, placing the tip three centimeters away from the stonework. "Alohomora." She whispered, watching as the stones reorganized themselves in that of a door, and Teiver opened it easily, Garrison following closely behind.

As the crowd hushed, the Headmaster started his annual opening speech in an elevated podium that looks over the whole faculty and students. Some acted bored while the first years listened with eagerness and doe-eyed looks. Personally, Bellona wouldn't care about anyone talking but she knows her manners and decided to give the Headmaster a respective attention and she was right, it doesn't usually last very long and soon hungry students attacked the food as if they haven't eaten for days. Bellona give each one of the hungry looking students a raised eyebrow, a shaking head and a judgmental look. She waited until everyone was satisfied with the pile of food on their plates. Luckily, Vance and some of her so called "friends" in Arietem were as composed as she was.

She was forking some fresh fruits on her plate when Vance gave a weary sigh and spoke, "She’ll be finishing out her education at Beauxbatons, for the umpteenth time,” Then he paused and continued, "She’s lucky, frankly. The education in Europe is much better, there’s more… tradition. I’d hoped to transfer to Durmstrang myself, but… there’s something of a legacy regarding Abernathy men and this school, and I can’t blame Father too much for keeping it alive.

And inside her mind she couldn't help but agree. She had always dreamed of attending Hogwarts instead of Magus Rex, she would have if her parents haven't attempted to disown her when she challenged them with her decision. She couldn't quite understand why, many years have passed and they still didn't want to talk about their reasons for not wanting to move back to London.

Bellona decided to speak up for Neveah's drones have been annoying the hell out of her as well. They've been talking and asking about Neveah since she saw them again from Summer break, "Ladies, relax. Can you not properly function without Niv? Has she accidentally brought her controllers with her back in France?" She gave them a mocking smile and took a bite of her strawberry. Then all of a sudden Justin started singing and performing for the crowd, Bellona couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy when he suddenly gave her a blow of a kiss. She looked at him with disgust and turned back to the girls.

"Really girls, I'd sooner than not advice you to work on your grades rather than wallow in sorrow for Niv's decision and realization that she is better off at France than in her with you." The blonde girl who regarded herself as Neveah's "right hand" suddenly sat stiff as the others looked at her with shocked look in their faces. Only Bellona dares defy their small group of "society girls", they would let Vance or Neveah talk mockingly to them but never other people. But somehow Bellona always does. She particularly disliked Neveah's little army of whiny girls and in fact she never got along with the girl herself. Yes the Venator's and Abernathy's are particularly close but since she was in diapers, Bellona never understood the fascination of other people with Neveah. Vance is another story, she really doesn't have a problem with the guy. As long as he doesn't harm her she plans to play civil towards him. His aura is a whole lot different than that of his twin sister but she'd rather talk about with other people than her best friend, Summer

Speaking of her best friend, the short time she get to spend with her before the great feast was too short for catching up. Not that she didn't spend some time with her over the summer but because she has a lot to say to share with her regarding her family's short vacation in Rome.

"How was your summer Vance?" She felt like she needed to ask him that. It was part of what her parents taught her. "Father and Mother wanted me to send their regards for your parents. They said that it has been too long since they've invited them over for dinner. They were wondering if the three of you would be willing to have dinner at the house on my parent's anniversary. Just a small dinner." She took a sip on her goblet and suddenly the flavors of rich Italian summer filed her taste buds with tang.

And as she savored the fine taste a small thought had entered her mind, it is indeed peculiar that she hasn't seen a single shadow of Neveah's. She would often see more of the girl than Vance during breaks but this recent has been very different. She shrugged and assumed that she was indeed busy with moving to France. When suddenly almost everyone's attention was interrupted by a wild cajooling from Justin's antics. Bellona rolled her eyes and instead continued to create a conversation with the only bearable person around her, Vance.

"I believe Father and Mother would like to send their regards to your sister and grandfather as well," Bellona smiled towards Vance and spoke again. "Now if you'll excuse me. This feast has immensely made me feel bloated. I guess a little walk would do me good," The girl excused herself and stood as she smoothened her robe and smiled at everyone. A lot of other students started looking at her plate, where a few melons and a few pieces of grapes and pears and looked at her with disbelief. How could anyone get too full from eating a few bites of fruits? But of course, Bellona would rather faint than to care about their thoughts. The left overs on her plate would be an obvious sign that she'd rather walk towards Summer's table than to sit with most of them and besides Vance was getting occupied with a little rift with another student about Quadpot. They can save their drama on their own. "I'll see you later at the Common Room. I have something to give you." She softly told Vance and tapped his shoulder. She turned and proceeded.

Bellona spun around and almost crashed into Justin. Luckily, Bellona's reflexes are as quick as that of Fidus', her pet fox. "Oh goodness, what would Magus Rex allow next time? Circus performers?" With a cold and crude voice, she made herself clear enough for Justin to hear and walked away.

Her newly bought shoes clacked on the marble floor as she sashayed with grace across the Great Hall. She eyed Summer's seat as she directly approach her from behind. When she was at near her best friend she spoke up, "Save me!" She sarcastically whined as she grabbed a piece of chicken strips from the girl's plate. "Seriously, how come your food is some much better than our's?" She chewed and grabbed another. Summer would know she was just being silly, foods that were served are all and the same in every house.


Savant let his gaze wander as the students, old and new alike, started filling their plates. He was always looking forward to his days inside Magus Rex even if he misses his family. One of the reasons why is the food, the comfortable beds and the reality that he is a wizard.

His attention was first caught by Summer Turner, the girl was indeed fascinating to look at. He should remember to ask her out for a pizza one time, one could never know what the friendship might lead to. Next was Georgie, the girl had fire inside her or so Savant usually portrays her in his sketches. And as he turned his head around his eyes landed on Teiver and most especially on her eyes, a nice hot cup of cocoa with her would probably be nice as well. He should remember that.

He was still scanning the Great Hall for a few familiar faces when Justin started singing and making tricks with his wand. Savant snickered and quickly glanced at the Faculty table and wondered what they would make Justin do this time.

He was still laughing from watching Justin's little show when saw the girl from Arietem stand up and walk across the Great Hall and towards their table as she sneeked behind Summer and stole some of her food. Sav never understood how a girl like Summer had managed to have a strong bond with a girl like Bellona. If his friend's name felt all crisp and warm, Bellona would soon freeze everything in her path in an instant. Maybe they were able to balance each other's personality. Sav shrugged and dug on his own plate. He was chewing on his pasta when he turned to two of his good friends in the same house, Emerson and Micah, and asked, "do you guys think of Bellona?" He asked curiously. "I mean how does a girl like Summer manages to put up with her? I'm not saying she's evil but Summer and Ice Queen?" He rarely asks about other people's business but the idea kind of bugged him.

And as soon as he was about to ask his friends a few more questions he heard a few other students arguing and betting about the year's Quadpot Tournament. "Oh shoot, I just remembered do any of you guys want to try out for the Quadpot team this year?". He looked at his friends with high hopes that at least one of them would join him.

Rosina Garenne

Rose's cheeks flushed slightly as she heard Micah address her. That was definitely out of the ordinary. In the past five years, they hadn't really spoken to each other. Of course, it was his last year at Magus Grex. Maybe he was just trying to leave on a positive note, getting to know all of his housemates as best as he could. Whatever his reason, she had to respond in some way. Otherwise he would think she was positively dull... or deaf even. She cleared her throat, instinctively reaching up to run a hand through her hair. Although she forgot she had worn it in a ponytail. So her hand raked through and probably messed up her hair, making it look worse. Embarrassed, her hand shot down to her lap.

"Umm... y-yeah, I went through a lot of books this summer." She brought her eyes up to meet his, smiling lightly. "I would love to see what boo-" But she was interrupted by the two girls who had appeared by Micah's side. He stood to give Summer a hug, while Bellona just kind of stood to the side. Rose's eyes found her plate once more, staying silent as they exchanged a few words. She really did like Summer. She was just so sweet, and when the two of them were alone, they always had excellent conversations. Of course, Rose spent much more time with Bliss. She wasn't sure if that bothered Summer or not, she'd never really thought to ask. Still, she had no idea how Summer had become best friends with Bellona. The girl was just plain mean. To everyone! They were polar opposites, but Summer must see something in the Arietem that Rose herself did not see.

The girls took off, and Micah turned his attention to Savant, as if he had already completely forgotten about her. She let out a soft sigh, pretending to eat her food, but not really taking a bite. She knew the three boys were pretty much obsessed with Quodpot, so she listened to their conversation. Particularly when Emerson seemed to shout, and swoon backwards from the table. A smile spread across her face, but she quickly made it disappear. She didn't want them to know she had been listening in on their conversation.

Micah didn't seem to be returning his attention to her any time soon. So she glanced around the large hall, seeing everyone talking with friends. Suddenly, she felt so very alone. She wanted to run up to her room and just curl up under her covers with a good book. Life was so much better there. She saw Teiver slip out of the hall, and realized that she wouldn't be coming over to save Rose from her loneliness. And she didn't even see Bliss anywhere, so that wasn't going to happen either. She had the urge to cry, but wouldn't let herself do so in the middle of the feast.

As she thought about it, she guessed she couldn't really blame Micah. She wasn't that interesting anyway, and he had so much in common with the two other guys. And just then, Justin approached their table, standing across the way from her. He said some cheesy stuff to Emerson, and gave the boys each a little vial. She had no idea what he was up to, and didn't really care to know. She knew that Justin came from a Muggle family, just as she did. Did they also both have crushes on Emerson? Apparently so. She'd known they were good friends, but this was news to her. Perhaps she didn't know as much about others as she thought.

She felt the urge to run, but made herself stay put. She wouldn't let everyone else see her running from the hall alone, on the brim of tears. It was a new year, and she could create a new image, right? ....Maybe?

Finn Pollack

Braelyn gave a little wave back, then immersed in conversation with Georgie. He listened to Felix's response, smiling at his best friend's word. He'd been practicing his new move (it still needed an awesome name) all summer, and almost had it perfected. Felix was right, if he could get it down, the other houses didn't have a chance. Of course, once he did it once, everyone else would be trying to copy it. He'd have to cross that bridge when it came, though. He found it extremely interesting that Felix had spent his entire summer with Bliss. And the way that he stared at her after he spoke about her made Finn smirk. It surely seemed that something had bloomed between two of his best friends.

And speak of the devil, Bliss appeared at their table shortly after. She wrapped her arms around Felix, before doing the same to him. He graciously received the hug, squeezing her back with a chuckle. "It does seem like it has been forever, hasn't it?" he said, turning to face her. As his friends were chatting to each other, movement at the far end of the hall caught his eye. It was none other than Teiver, and she was slipping out of the large oak doors. He remembered taking a real notice of her last year, since she always seemed to be sneaking off when she wasn't supposed to. He'd even tried to follow her a couple of times, but she'd eluded him before he could catch her. He wasn't really breaking any rules leaving the feast. The speech had been made, and students were allowed to leave at any time. Most just stayed around for courtesy, until the faculty were done, and the first years were rounded up.

He narrowed his eyes, and stood up from the table. "Guys, I'll see you later. I need to take care of something." He clapped Felix on the back, and placed a hand on both Bliss' and Braelyn's shoulder for a moment, before he took off down to the oaken door. He slipped through as well, hearing the soft sound of footsteps, and he caught a glimpse of her disappearing around a corner to the left. He moved forward, approaching the corner, and peeking around it. Teiver was with her cat, which always appeared next to the girl when she wasn't in class. They were standing in front of a normal stone wall, and for a moment Finn was confused. He continued to watch though, and was filled with surprise when the girl brought out her wand and revealed a secret passageway, and a door stood in the place of what had been a wall moments ago.

Teiver was about to walk through, and he was afraid the passageway would disappear after she went through it. He didn't want to lose her once more. "Hey!" he called out, stepping from behind the wall and in to her line of vision. That was probably stupid, but he hadn't had any better ideas on such short notice. He looked around awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Uh, what exactly are you doing?" he asked, thinking that was probably a stupid question as well. Too late now. At least he might find out exactly what she was up to.

#, as written by Skwidge
Teiver paused, catching a slight blur in her peripheral vision that indicated movement. Her whole body then froze, and she clutched her wand tightly. The girl then spun around, her wand at the ready and pointed straight at this person. Before she had a second of realization, she called out in a clear voice, "Ince-ehhhhhhh...?" She cut off the spell, slouching forward ever so slightly, one eyebrow raised as she then realized it was none other than Finn Pollack from Ferre House.

Her eyes narrowed, and she held her wand at a more leisurely position, though still wary of the boy. "I think I should be asking what you're doing." Teiver muttered, though loud enough for him to catch if he tried. She was still all too aware of the gaping hole in the side of the castle which would be closing in the next thirty seconds. "Me? Why, I'm not doing anything unusual." She placed her hand in the doorway, backing up centimeter by centimeter ever so slowly.

Her head tilted up and her gaze fell on the chandelier hanging from the massive ceilings. If it weren't right after the beginning of the year feast, she'd use it to her advantage. But as it stood, no such luck. "Shouldn't you be talking Quodpot with your friends right now?" She crossed her arms, her gaze still flickering across the halls to make up some distraction. It was bad enough he knew of one of the passage ways leading up to the tower Garrison and herself resided in. Of course, you'd have to make all the right turns and there were numerous other corridors and tight spaces you'd have to get through as well. It took Teiver up till her second year to find a suitable place to stick to, having quite a few run ins with Herve during that time. So, she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of losing the place.

'Uhh, Teiver?' Garrison peered up at the girl, mewing quietly. 'Teiver. Hey, Tea?' The cat meowed up at her a little loudly. Teiver turned her attention to her cat, looking at him a bit harshly. 'Yeah, we've kind of got a situation. Caretaker in 1.' Teiver's face visibly paled, and she quickly looked at Finn. Forget him finding out about the tower, if Herve so much as finds the passageway I'm beyond screwed. Plus I can't just leave Finn out in the open, he's bloody sure to give me away. She had one minute to get him in there and seal it before Herve showed up.

Quickly, she sprinted across the floor and grabbed Finn's arm roughly. "No questions, ask them later. Just RUN." Her voice was a harsh whisper, and she dragged him along through the corridor. Fifteen seconds before it closes, and Herve is unpredictable in his movement speed. A soft groan flittered through her lips in frustration, and she shoved Finn towards the dusty cobble stairs. "Garrison, please take our... guest up to the next flight of stairs." Her voice was terse and even more tensed when she said guest, because she had no idea what to call Finn at the moment. She just needed him out of the way.

Her attention split back to the entrance, or exit, of the passageway, her eyes scanning both ends of the hallway for the man. She was about to relax as the stones started to tumble and switch back together, but that was immediately short lived as she saw the older caretaker turning across the hallway. Immediately her wand was up and at the ready. "Obscuro." She whispered, and a blindfold immediately draped over his eyes, tying at the back. Without much need to say, Herve went nuts over such an act. But now that the passage was resealing, she didn't have to be worried about being caught.

Once she finished that up, she quickly hopped up the steps, coming to a new platform and turning to the left went to the opposite staircase to where the tower was. At least Garrison got that much. She paused, crossing her arms loosely. "You should probably head up the stairs before you're missed. Just remember, take a left, forward, keep your hand along the right side of the walls, your fingers should find an indention. You'll have to use incendio, and whatever you do, don't screw it the bloody hell up, got it? It'll be straightforward from there, and you should come to an exit. You'll end up in the area of the Common Rooms." She planned on heading up the opposite staircase fairly soon, unless he had some more stupid questions.

Finn Pollack

Teiver denied doing anything unusual, which was obviously not true, since there was a secret doorway behind her, and she was slowly inching towards it. He took a step towards her, reaching a hand out as if he could stop her from ten feet away. Thankfully, she didn't disappear behind the door, making it disappear along with her. She stopped, crossing her arms, and made a quick jape about him and Quodpot. He only smirked, finding it a typical response from someone who really didn't know him at all. "Very witty of you. Now since that's out of the way, are you going to let me in on what you're up to?"

He didn't get an answer, though. One moment, Teiver was looking down at her cat in serious concentration, and the next she was sprinting towards him. She grabbed his arm, and told him to run. He was completely confused, but followed along behind her, stumbling a little over his own feet. He figured at least he was getting himself through the door of the secret passage, and that was the first step. He didn't think it was possible, but the situation got even more strange.

She talked to her cat.

And it wasn't the normal type of chatter people had with their animals. Like where they describe their day, or generally talk about things going through their mind. No, she gave her cat directions. And the cat followed them. It bit his pants, and tugged at them, as if he should follow. He was so dumbfounded that he did as it asked, and and jogged up the steps behind it. He came to a landing, with two separate staircases and both ends. The cat just sat on its haunches and stared at him with wide eyes. He felt kind of awkward, as if the cat new exactly what he was thinking. Am I losing my mind? he thought to himself, running his fingers through his short brown hair.

Only a few moments later, Teiver came loping up the steps behind him, and crossed her arms again. She seemed to do that a lot. She indicated the staircase behind him, and gave a heap of directions that would apparently lead him back to his common room. He didn't bother to memorize the directions, however. There was no way he was heading back to his common room. It was quite obvious that she was attempting to hide something from him, and he intended to find out what it was. If it was something against the rules, he'd be able to report it to the Headmaster. Not that he wanted Teiver to be expelled, but she knew not to break the rules, so ultimately it was her fault.

"And where exactly will you be going, if not back to your common room as well?" he asked, imitating her by crossing his arms, and he gave her a smile. A bunch of wild thoughts started running through his head, wondering what exactly she was attempting to hide from him. Everyone practically knew that he was a stickler for the rules, and attempted to do the right thing. Was it really something so bad that he couldn't see what it was? His imagination started going crazy, and he had to shake his head slightly to make the thoughts go away. He doubted she was like... hiding a dragon in this tower. At least he seriously hoped not.

He waited a few more seconds, then sprinted wide around her, so she couldn't grab him, and headed for the staircase on the opposite side of the landing. He ran up the first few steps, then took a quick peek behind him to look at her. "What's up here that you don't want me to see, huh?" he asked, before looking forward once more and continuing to take the stairs as fast as he could. As he reached the next landing, he hesitated. This tower was more complicated than he could have thought. He scanned the area once more, then randomly picked a direction, sprinting off down the hallway. He only hoped he was going the right way, not heading off to some bottomless pit.

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Finn may have ran in a way that she couldn't reach him, but she still tried. Teiver groaned softly, rolling her eyes and quickly slinking after him. Her eyes flickered shut, and she held her wand firmly but leisurely in her hand. "Expecto Patronum." She mumbled softly, and an animal bearing both the elk and the timber wolf formed from the tip of her wand. She sent the thing up ahead after Finn, having it arch beside him and come in front of him, the creature rearing on its hind legs, its front hooves pawing the air warningly.

The girl quickly came up after it. "Actually, I was heading to the astronomy tower to get a head start. You know me, always doing that sort of thing." She rolled her eyes, knowing full well they knew almost nothing of each other. "And I would never start running blindly off in the school's most reserved areas. You never know where you'll pop out. Like where you're headed now." A faint smile cracked along her features, and she folded her hands behind her back, her patronus disappearing. "You're headed to one of the no-longer-used girl's bathrooms."

Teiver tilted her head to the side innocently, a small, cheerful smirk on her facial features. "Seriously though. You run off, I'm not going to go after you. I'll just silently laugh at you and watch as you fall off the side of Magus Grex." Garrison sat on Teiver's right shoe, his tail twitching calmly, sweeping lazily against the ground, a small purr rumbling in his throat. He peered up at Finn, his own yellow-green eyes meeting his.

She quietly stuffed her left hand in the pocket of her robe, her fingers sliding against smooth metal while her other hand fidgeted with her satchel which had an extension charm placed on it last year. "You know, I really should just let you go and see where you pop out. I think it'd be quite amusing." She nodded resolutely, her gaze falling down to Garrison on her shoe. Teiver crouched down, scratching the feline right at the base of his ear, and his purring grew slightly in magnitude.

"You're lucky I don't just glue you to the floor right here for the rest of the year. You're going to get us both screwed over, I swear. Herve doesn't take lightly to anyone out and about in his secret corridors. And if he so much as saw you near the door, you'd be getting detention on your first day. And probably your first detention period." As she spoke, she continued to crouch down, her chin on her knees as she focused intently on giving affection to her cat.

"Now if you'd be so kind as to stop trying to get yourself killed, you should really get back to your Common Room before you're missed. All the girls might just die if you leave them unattended to for much longer." She rolled her eyes, the smallest of smirks pulling up the corner of her lips. In truth, Finn had managed a couple right turns, but he really was headed for the girl's bathroom. Lucky for him, it was the abandoned one, but perhaps unlucky for Teiver, as that would have been a laugh.

Demetrio’s Perspective

Eying all the students in the hall, Demetrio nervously chewed through a few cookies before sipping at a glass of tea. Bleh, magically brewed tea was never as satisfying as Yoya’s homebrewed Sun tea, but beggars should not be choosers. Watching Justin Hardy play with silverware, and then move from table to table like a slut, Demetrio remembered what he once heard about him: Justin was gay. Feeling no fast issue to believe Justin was gay or straight, having never heard either from Justin's mouth, Demetrio made no quarrel about it. Though he couldn’t help but wonder. Back home in the Sierra Pelonas, the concept of gay or straight was very thin and undeveloped; Demetrio was reared into only one thing: act and behave and think like a man, and everything else will be natural. But gringos had a different way of viewing the world.

A few of Demetrio’s fellow Cervus house students were conversing near, though he had no inclination to engage in conversation just yet. Too soon was the school year, indeed only the first, for him to simply ease into his pigeonholed niche of the boyish jester. A few nervous jokes here, a few faint smiles there. But nothing serious. As for the other tables, students from every year were joyously dancing, metaphorically speaking, with the exuberance of a new school year; at least most everybody. Vance Abernathy seemed solemn and cordially cold, as usual, though he was bothering Felix for some odd reason. Justin seemed to have vanished sometime on. Almost all of the Ferre kids, except perhaps Felix, were never really interesting. Interesting enough, however, Finn had followed a Vulpes girl, Teiver, whom Demetrio admired yet knew she was a tad bit prejudiced, after Headmaster Rockwell's speech.

Uninterested, Demetrio finished his tea and lifted himself from his bench, unsurprisingly not startling anyone around him. For years, Demetrio had earned the reputation of the somewhat annoying Cervus kid who’d go around and share inside jokes with just about everyone, apparently even the teachers. On a few rare occasions, he was able to make Mr. Wicks smile, and Prof. Dahlin seemed to quite enjoy private tutoring with him. For years, Demetrio had attempted to build a relationship with Headmaster Rockwell, though such endeavors were hopelessly fruitless.

Walking through the halls to the bathroom, he spotted Justin at the end of the corridor go off towards the Astronomy tower, apparently needing some sort of astronomical data to eat his food. The halls were quite ornate, embellished with the carvings of Northern California’s natural environment. Large, stone Sequoias lurched over careless bears and peaceful hippies. Yes, Northern California was the antithesis to Demetrio’s Southern California, where the largest trees were fat but not terribly tall, mountain lions shepherded over the various valleys and passes, and the dry yet softly salty air cascaded down over your eyes in the beautiful harmony of ugly and beauty.

Demetrio, washing his hands, heard somebody stride into the large bathroom, with such hurried pace and irritated breath. The stranger, though obscured by the various walls of the bathroom, seemed to have taken care of his business and began to leave, to which Demetrio shouted, “Wait! Are you not going to wash your hands?!” Flustered and hurried, Rockwell came around to the sinks and took the one next to his. “So, Demetrio, ready for this year?” he asked, cold and vaguely uninterested.

“Never, sir” Demetrio replied.

“And why not?” Rockwell asked, magically twisting the nobs of the sink and shutting off the water (lazy!). He looked up at Demetrio and waited patiently, somewhat unusual.

“And why aren’t you ever ready?”

“What makes you think I am not ready?”

“For four, now five years I have noticed this same fact: on the first day of school you come rushing to the bathroom to ‘take care of your business’, though I know you just want an excuse to escape one last time before the year starts up.”

Oddly enough, Rockwell nodded his head, reached his hand over to touch Demetrio’s shoulder, and patted him. Now, amicably speaking, he said, “Well said, Demetrio. Cute, but well said.” And Demetrio knew Rockwell, not being a man to smile or laugh, found it humorous in the best way he could. Demetrio took silent pride in this. Rockwell reminded him of his uncle whom was killed by a pack of wild mutts; Tio Marín was cold and bittered from life, perhaps never seeming to enjoy anything, though Demetrio knew he loved everyone and took pride in the simple tasks that fell upon him. Rockwell seemed to be the same way, bittered by so many years, though generally benevolent and loving(in his own odd, distant way) to the years of students.

“Well, sir, you best be getting back to the table,” Demetrio smiled, “you wouldn’t people to start spreading rumors about us.” Smiling, Demetrio gave a small chuckle to an apparently annoyed Rockwell. The Headmaster replied, “Demetrio, I’m not sure anyone could ever envision you shacking up with anyone, let alone a Headmaster,” gave a small twitch of his mouth(a smile?), and then continued, “Don’t stay out there too long, today, okay? There’s been a nasty endemic of beach troll this Summer, and we wouldn’t want our star healer to be out there on his own in a fight.” And just like that, having surprised and terrified Demetrio with his semblance of omniscience, Headmaster Rockwell rushed out.

Demetrio NEVER spoke a word to anyone of his penchant for healing, not even Prof. Dahlin, whom he loved and admired very much. Rockwell was a mage of uncertain power, that was certainly certain. But what’s more, Demetrio was a bit crushed that Rockwell knew of his times out by the beach. Nobody know of that. Nobody. So how? Demetrio pushed it out his mind and left for the beach, handing a smuggled cookie to Mr. Wicks, who graciously let him walk right out the front door, past the stabled horses, past the special garage where Headmaster Rockwell’s grand carriage was hidden, past Prof. Dahlin’s personal flower garden, past the entrance columns, and out towards the beach. It was about a 20-minute walk from the school to the beach, though Demetrio never minded such a small walk. Back in the Sierra Pelonas, he would often find himself on the other side of the Mountain Ridge by noon and back by midnight.

Finally finding his sacred spot, a small, hidden nook where the beach meets the forest, and the fog rolls over just perfectly to produce a nice little pocket between air, earth and water. Demetrio sat down and attempted to pull of his black cowboy boots, the only reason why he dreaded his boots(nasty little things always seemed to love his feet).

“Yap!” Dieguito was on his way to Demetrio. Having let Dieguito go off into the forest early in the morning to have some fun, Demetrio was quite glad to see his best friend back. The little coyote bolted out from the forest and hopped right on Demetrio’s back, who responded by grabbing his friend and rolling in the sand.

“Dieguito, que pasó?” to which Dieguito yapped, yipped and barked his response to his human friend. Dieguito was more than a pet, he was a life-long companion, with whom Demetrio shared his most inner thoughts. Dieguito, having be named for San Juan Diego, the humble native man who saw the Virgin of Guadalupe, had long been a trusted friend of the Magallón family. The coyote was the symbol of both sides of the family, and most every family witch had been accompanied by a coyote from the same family.

Demetrio couldn’t help but feel he was being watched, as if he wasn’t alone, or some distant eye gazed at him. But regardless, he needed to have this time now. “Ready?” he whispered to Dieguito. Jumping up, gently removed his yellow-lined Cervus uniform, and threw it to the sand near his boots. Dieguito reared his head up and gave a short, squeaky howl, and waited in anticipation for Demetrio.

Pulling out his large, black oak wand, Demetrio still felt like he was watched, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Founding his feet into the sand, he slowly silenced his thoughts. Centering focus from the cold, Northern California environment to the warm, diamond-hard heart within, Demetrio slowly began to let his body form and shift to the push of the wind and the sound of the cold Pacific waves. His hands loosened up and followed in sync to his deep breathing. Tongue to roof, breath through nose, belly expand. With his wand, he helped move the air in and out his lungs; as he breathed in, his hand and wand gently glided to close to his nose, and as he exhaled his hand and wand reached out to follow his blowing out.

Now dancing in a ecstatic dancing of breath and prayer, Demetrio had forgotten everything around. He felt only the sunshine of the Sierra Pelonas, the sweet wind of the mountains, and the peace of his childhood. Silently, Demetrio cast various spells for the year, hoping to improve his health and focus and confidence.

Demetrio heard a snap, jolted from his peace.

“Oh shi…” he had little else to say, seeing the ugly mug of a beach troll…

Rosina Garenne

Justin took his leave, faster than she would have thought. He was normally stuck to Emerson's side like glue. Either way, she relaxed a little when he was gone. She didn't know what it was about him, but he definitely set her on edge. Although the bit about Neveah was interesting. She personally thought that Magus Grex was better off without the Arietem girl. It didn't really affect her though, so she didn't dwell on the thought for too long. The food on her plate looked absolutely revolting to her now, and she shoved the plate a few inches away from her.

Her stomach felt like someone had twisted it into a million knots. She spared a quick glance next to her, and saw that Micah just seemed to be looking around the hall, lost in his own mind. It was like she didn't even exist to him anymore. It made her think of all the times in the past where people hadn't seemed to notice her. I mean, it was like she had an invisibility cloak on or something. All the times she'd sat next to Emerson in class, and he spent the entire class talking to his friends, not even looking her way. Thinking about it made her slightly angry, and she had the sudden urge to throw her fork at someone. But she dropped it on the table instead.

Her eyes found the large oak doors, and she saw Bliss slip out of them with Braelyn. What she really should do was go out and be with Bliss. Being around her always made Rose feel like so much more than she actually was. And that's how she wanted to feel right now, like all these people were so wrong to ignore her. She was worth something. She was just about to get up from the table when Micah turned his attention back to her.

He apologized, and her heart melted a bit. What was she thinking, getting all mad? He didn't ignore her on purpose. She started to feel silly about getting so upset. She gave him a soft smile, shrugging her shoulders. "It's okay, Micah," she said quietly. She placed her hands in her lap, crossing her fingers together. She had to keep him interested now, and she clenched her fingers together, nervous about that thought.

She nodded at his question, looking down at her hands for a second. But she made herself bring her eyes up to meet his, and keep his attention on her. "I was just saying that I would love to see what books you brought with you," she said, glad she actually got to finish the sentence this time. The knots on her stomach seemed to loosen, and she felt her entire body relax slightly. She took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. "Maybe you can show me, sometime?" she blurted out quickly. Immediately, she regretted saying it. She never did things like that... what had just come over her? Her cheeks grew really red, and she took her eyes off of him.

Finn Pollack

He was sprinting as fast as he could, yet suddenly something white appeared next to him and darted past, coming to a stop before him. The animal reared on its hind legs, and he skidded to a halt in front of it, more out of shock than anything. "Crap," he muttered, seeing her come up next to him. The cat came after her, staring up at him in a creepy way. He took his eyes off the cat, meeting Teiver's instead. So he was supposedly heading towards an unused girls bathroom. If she was telling the truth, that is.

And of course he didn't buy any of her bologna on heading to the Astronomy tower to get a head start. If she wanted to do that, she could have taken the normal staircases to get there, not taking a way that would get her in trouble. He folded his arms, leaning against the wall, determined not to go anywhere. He let her get all her quips in, not responding to any of them. She could say all she wanted, he wasn't going to just walk away now. He did have to chuckle at the one about the girls dying without him. "Somehow, I think they'll live without me for one night."

The part about Herve did give him pause, though. As honorable as his intentions were, if he was found in an area he wasn't supposed to be in, he would be in just as much trouble as Teiver was. Thankfully for him, no one was going to find them anytime soon. He just had to find a way to stick with her, and find out what she was doing in this hidden tower. Not only did he have the feeling that he wanted to do the right thing, but he was actually extremely curious what was going on. He wasn't going to let her deter him from this, no matter what she said.

Unless they were about to get caught. Then he'd run like a bat out of hell.

He decided to go along with her lie, just to give him an excuse to stick around her. Obviously him running around like a mouse in a maze wasn't going to get him anywhere. He certainly didn't want to actually run into a girl's bathroom, deserted or not. He didn't want to run off of a ledge either, although he didn't know if she was being truthful about that or not. "Very well," he said to her, pushing himself off the wall to stand up straight. "If you're headed for the Astronomy tower, I'll go with you. I could use a head start as well." He walked a few paces away from her, and away from the girl's bathroom. He gestured ahead of him. "Care to lead the way, since you're the expert?"

His left hand reached into his pocket, grasping the end of his wand. He needed to be careful, knowing she was a frequent rule breaker. He didn't put it past her to hex him or curse him, since she'd already cast a patronus. He had to be ready for anything she was ready to pull.

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Introducing! The remarkable Lyle Brightham (Ferre House)

Lyle was smack in the center of a cluster of fourth and fifth year Ferre students at their table. He didn’t have anywhere at all to run off to, he was enjoying catching up with his friends. So much had happened over the summer! His eyes were wide as he listened to one of the boys talk about a trip his family took to London, and when he was done, Lyle immediately began to prattle on about some of his favorite places in the city, oooh, had he visited there? How was Diagon Alley, amazing, right? He laughed and joked, at one point some French fries wound up in his nose, and a moment later, milk wound up coming out of it. The group of boys was loud, the source of several explosions of laughter and a great deal of table-slapping.

The discourse was interrupted briefly when stuff began clattering over on the Vulpes table. Lyle leaned a bit and strained his neck trying to make out who was doing what, and began laughing riotously when he spotted Justin doing… well, he wasn’t sure what, but it was hilarious, and then Teiver silenced the dancing plates and knives and stuff and he quickly lost interest.

”Guys, guys, guys,” he interjected, using his hey this is serious voice and eyebrow placement (riding a bit high on his forehead). He waited a few deliberate beats, and then: ”I’m totally trying out for the team this year. I’ve been practicing all summer, and I think I’ve finally got the hang of the sport. Do you think I have a shot?” The conversation quickly dissolved into a dozen different Quodpot related topics, but most of them were quite encouraging. He’d glanced around, hoping to catch Finn’s eyes, but he wound up furrowing up his brow instead. Where had Finn gone?

He hung a spoon off his nose, nodding solemnly while another fifth year lamented their upcoming O.W.L.s. Lyle’s cheeks flushed a bit. ”Oh, man, I just don’t even want to think about it. I’m sure to get a Troll in Potions, I just know it, and probably Transfiguration too. I might scrape an A in Charms, maybe, if I can get someone to tutor me…” Then the spoon fell off, somehow landing perfectly in a bowl of custard, and everyone was laughing once more. Lyle’s sheepish grin threatened to consume his ears, and then his eyebrows shot up once more.

”Oh! I’m taking donations for that spell disaster relief fund. I guess a major mishap happened over in Russia. Really guys, anything you can spare would help a lot.” He dragged his backpack into his lap and pulled out a large envelope, which he began passing around. That sort of thing wasn’t too uncommon for the plucky Ferre, and he quickly remembered another issue as well. He produced some parchment, a quill, and a little pot of ink. ”And this is a petition to lessen the restrictions on underage magic, so, you guys should all really sign. Some of my pen-pals at other schools are doing it too, and we’re going to send them to all the Ministries at once. Cool, huh?”

He lowered his backpack to the ground once more, grinning enthusiastically as people gave and signed. His grin diminished, though, when he spotted Vance Abernathy coming over. He heaved a sigh of relief when Felix got up; if anyone could handle the Abernathty’s, it was Felix. What the blazes did the two of them have to talk about though? He strained to eavesdrop, but couldn’t make out a word, and he’d never been any good at reading lips so he gave up after a moment.

His puzzlement was lost when someone elbowed him and handed him the envelope. He gave it a shake, lighting up when he heard a fair amount of jingling. ”Thanks, everyone. You’re all awesome!” Tucking it away- he’d make the rounds once he’d finished eating-, he helped himself to a heaping pile of cookies and sweets. Someone pointed at his face, and he realized he had an ersatz moustache made of milk, which he made a big show of licking off.

He tilted his head, listening with intense curiosity as word of Nevaeh’s absence finally made it over. Now that could be a story. Nobody particularly wanted to talk about her though (Lyle did reluctantly nod when the consensus seemed to be that she was hot), so the conversation soon took yet another turn.

It was good to be back.

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Teiver Morn

Teiver rolled her eyes, crossing her arms yet again as he leaned against the wall. "Sure they will, sure they will." She smirked faintly once more, watching him with precision as he leaned back up and stepped forward. So he bought that. But luckily I have more of a grip of the areas around this particular portion of the school. And since he ran ahead so much, it gives me the excuse to backtrack. The girl looked back down at Garrison, and the cat meowed up at her. 'Are we seriously letting him follow us around? The more he's seen around the hidden ways, the more he'll know and the more curious he'll get. I say you just use the teleporting spell on him and be done with it.'

She frowned lightly, taking in the suggestion. "Nah, we'll just drag him along. See if we can't trick him into falling to the first floor." She made an obviously fake laugh, sarcasm drenching her voice. Now once Finn decided to let her lead on, she turned her wand around and poked him in the side with the bottom of it. "Why thank you my kind sir." Once more, she rolled her eyes, slipping past him with her cat right at her heels, heading back through the hallway and turn, and instead stopped at the wall once more.

Quietly, Teiver pulled the flap of her satchel forward, hearing the satisfying click of it coming undone. She glanced down at Garrison, "Up you go then, little Gar." The cat almost seemed to roll its eyes, leaping up onto her shoulder and slipping carefully down her arm, fitting into the bag and keeping his head poking out as well as his two front paws. "I hope you know how to climb." That sweet smirk flickered across her lips once more, and she reached up, feeling along the stones for a niche. Once found, she heaved herself up, finding her foothold before progressing upwards.

At one point along the climb, she lost her hold on one of the indents, and ended up sliding down a bit before finding a previous support. Small pebbles from the walls tumbled down behind her, and she sighed lightly. She shifted to the right, and finished up climbing, stopping on the wall and shifting her hand down, one of the stones shifting and a small rumbling was heard. A stone door presented itself, and she worked at getting up to it.

Admittedly, it did take some effort to get the door open, but once she did, she carefully slipped in, her feet finally hitting solid ground. She peered back down, checking to see how Finn was handling it before working at the walls once more. She traced one of the stones with her wand before using flagrate silently to mimic the exact shape she just traced. The flames quickly disappeared within the wall, and the stones reorganized themselves once again. Garrison had remained in the satchel, and for good reason.

The opening in the wall was set high up in the astronomy tower staircase, so it would be a little fall before they could actually head upwards to the actual room.

Naire Harth

Naire sat quietly at his table, most of his food untouched as his camera strap was around his neck, and the actual contraption in his hands. He was resetting it, turning a few gears here, dusting it off there, refocusing the lens, and rubbing the outer shell till it shone. He smiled brightly, shutting the back of it, and letting it drop back down.

He suddenly realized that there were only a few students left at his table. Most everyone else had gone up to other tables or disappeared completely. Chopstick hooted quietly, standing on one leg beside his plate, the other curled up under his feathers. He tilted his head to the side before blinking and hooting once more, watching his companion fix the camera.

Naire smiled, reaching out and stroking the side of the bird's head with the back of his index finger before turning back to his food. It was slightly cold, but he didn't mind much. After finishing off a bit of his meal, Naire abandoned it and got up, Chopstick carefully fluttering up to his shoulder. He dug his talons softly into the boys robes, but Naire really didn't mind much at all.

So he left the Great Hall out into the lesser halls, and got out the deck of cards that was always in his pocket. He began to play around with it, the noises from his shuffling resounding with the corridor, and he carefully attempted to launch one out of the deck, doing so successfully, however almost catching it, but instead having it land in his shoe. A small laugh couldn't help but escape his lips, and he peered at his little owl friend with a shy but large smile.

Careful not to upset the bird carefully balancing on his shoulder, he leaned down and plucked the card from the side of his shoe, returning it safely to the deck. He put the cards away then, bringing his camera up to his face and looking at the screen as he walked. However, he soon just looked through the scope, watching in awe once again at the greatness that was Magus Grex. He was turning his head this way and that to get a good view before heading outside and sitting down in some soft grass against a willow tree near the river. He once more brought the camera up to his face, Chopstick flittering off of his figure and towards the water.

The owl stood in the shallows on the pebbles, dipping his head in the water and then sweeping it up, causing the water to splash over himself, taking a small bath. He shook his feathers out, dipping once more. Chopstick then began to preen himself with the water. That famous smile of his was once more apparent, and he shifted the shutter dial before pressing down on the shutter release, taking the picture.

Priscilla Barsotti

She was surrounded by girls younger than herself, mostly second, third, and fourth years. They were all staring dreamily at her as she was describing her family's visit to Paris this summer. "Oh ladies, it was magnifique!" she exclaimed, sighing happily. Paris actually had been magnificent... for the first few days. Then the charm had been lost on her. It definitely wasn't one of the best places she'd ever visited. But she certainly wasn't going to say that to all these girls who were hanging on her every word.

"The Eiffel Tower was breathtaking! I mean, you've never seen anything like it, I swear," she said, a smile on her face. In truth, that had been her favorite part of the entire trip, easily. "And when I was there, I met the most handsome guy. Jean Baptiste." The girls sighed, or a small smile spread across their faces. She had them absolutely hooked. They were so easy to control. "C'était de l'amour! We spent the rest of my trip together, and he was absolutely devastated when I had to leave." Now the girls all had sad expressions on their faces.

"Did he give you is number?!"

"Are you going to keep in contact with him?"

"Will he come visit you?"

All the girls asked at once. She smiled, making it look as if she were sad. "I've tried to contact him, but he won't respond to me." They all awwww'd, and she shrugged her shoulders. In reality, Jean Baptiste hadn't been attractive at all. He'd actually followed her around whenever he saw her, and tried to ask her on a date like five billion times. He'd really creeped her out. But that wasn't exactly romantic, so she had made up her own version. And she was getting exactly the response she had expected.

"Let's not talk about it anymore, okay girls? I don't like to think about him... So, tell me about all of your summers!" They all start talking, one by one, and she kind of zoned out, although she nodded and gave all the 'yeah' and 'mmhmm' responses that she should in the appropriate spots. All of their stories bored her, but she waited until they were all finished before taking her leave. As she walked away, she heard them all taking about how they had to visit Paris. She smirked as she continued to walk down the long table.

Priscilla found Îrem sitting a little ways down the Arietem table. All she had to do was look at the first year that was sitting next to her, and the little kid got up and moved immediately. She took the vacant seat and smiled at her friend, giving her a small and quick hug. "Hey girl," she said, releasing her hold on the sixth year. And amazingly, Zackariah was sitting across from them. Life truly was good. "Zack," was all she said, acknowledging his presence and no more. A girl had to play hard to get, after all.

Rosina Garenne

While waiting for Micah's response, she had decided to actually eat a little more, since her stomach had settled a great deal. She had realized that she was actually really hungry. She reached for her cup and took a sip of her absolute favorite beverage... Sierra Mist. The cool bubbliness went down her throat, and she almost wanted to sigh out of happiness. Things were going to turn out just fine. She turned her eyes to Micah's once more, when another voice entered their conversation.

Oh. My. God. It was Emerson.

Her stomach preceded to have twice the amount of knots it had had before, and she thought she was going to throw up the food she just ate. Her heart began beating so fast and loud she thought that Emerson might actually be able to see it pulsing outside of her shirt. She put a hand up over her chest, as if she was preventing him of seeing just how flustered she actually was. She somehow managed to give him one quick nod as he asked if they were talking about books.

He then went on some really long speech about how awesome Micah's books were. Her brain didn't seem to register just how weird it actually was. She could only see his perfect mouth forming words. Her face just had to be the same color as a tomato, even brighter than her hair. Before she knew it, he was standing and stretching, then waved a quick goodbye to her. No, don't go... she thought, wanting to reach out for him. Yet at the same time, she was jumping up and down enthusiastically inside her head, screaming like some sort of twelve year old fangirl of Justin Bieber. He talked to me... he actually TALKED to me!

She turned back to Micah, a smile on her face, and waited for him to speak to her.

Finn Pollack

He watched Teiver stare at her cat intently, longer than most people look at their animals. It was actually kind of creepy. He looked around the empty stone walls, looking for something interesting to stare at instead of her and the cat. Then she spoke, seemingly to the cat, and he didn't say a word. She was acting as if he could't hear what she was saying about him, even though he was standing directly in front of her. He narrowed her eyes at her as she poked him, but she took the lead, and he followed.

His hand still gripped his wand in his pocket, prepared for any kind of spell she might cast on him. She wouldn't take him unaware, though. He'd be ready for anything. He walked behind the cat, who was right on her heels. She led him right back to the wall they had entered earlier. At least he thought it was. He was already sort of turned around in this maze of a tunnel. The cat jumped in her bag, and he didn't even register shock. It had already been quite a weird night.

Finn chuckled at her statement of him needing how to climb. What a laugh. He was one of the most athletic people in all of Magus Grex. He could probably climb better than she could. He watched her ascend for a few moments before approaching the wall and beginning to follow her up. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold on to his wand while he climbed, so he had to hope she wasn't going to curse him when she reached the landing above them. It wouldn't have been a pleasant trip back to the bottom. When she almost fell, he tucked his head against his body, letting the small pebbles hit him and then keep falling father below. "Hey! Watch what you're doing!" he complained.

He followed her exact path up, and thankfully didn't falter once. She made a hidden door appear farther up the wall, and he crawled in to it after her. He was only slightly out of breath, but he kneeled over as if he couldn't catch his breath. Probably out of instinct. "What the heck are you leading me to?" he exclaimed, looking up to meet her eyes. Now the wild ideas were coming back. If a secret entrance wasn't enough to hide whatever she had going on in this tower, he was almost afraid to find out what it was.

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Teiver Morn

Teiver rolled her eyes, listening to him breathe as she finished up with the doorway. "Why, I thought I said we were going to the astronomy tower, didn't I?" She smiled sweetly at him, dropping her wand down her robe sleeve and into a hidden pocket there. "Try your best not to break a leg." She muttered at him, one hand placed on the side of the stone and looking down cautiously.

Once there was an all clear, she crouched a bit and then hopped down the fifteen feet between the opening and the stairs. She landed a bit roughly, but hey, she was a little bit out of practice. She clutched onto the railing, and Garrison immediately hopped out of her bag and stretched with a yawn. Teiver's gaze returned to the opening, waiting a few moments for Finn to decide to join them. 'Well, I suppose that wasn't too hard. At least now he's out of our little area.' The feline mrowed towards the girl, quickly ascending the stairs.

Teiver kept her hand on the railing as she followed her cat, until finally they made their way to the astronomy tower room. She smiled brightly, heading straight towards a bookshelf and sweeping her hand along the spines until she found what she was looking for. She pulled the grey book from its rest, flipped it open, and placed it into her satchel.

She then wandered towards a table and shifted through a couple of the charts.

Naire Harth

Naire smirked, hearing his closest friend's voice. "Sorry, Chopstick doesn't take food from strangers." He then turned to her, a teasing smile on his face. He ruffled her hair. "Hey bookworm. It's been forever since I saw you, eh?" He turned back to watch Chopstick poke at the grubs Myra had dropped into the river for him. He hooted quietly, then hopped onto the riverbank, shaking out his feathers and drying himself off.

He chirped, and then flicked over onto Myra's shoulder, clutching her robes to keep balance. He blinked his large eyes, then opened his beak cheeping quietly, rubbing the top of his head against her cheek before blinking once more and gliding down onto Naire's kneecap. In the meantime, Naire was scratching Kaplan behind the ears and along the shoulder blades. "Oh nothing, just photo shoots. Hey, did you know that I got to return to Australia over the summer? It was awesome." Another faint smile was on his lips, and he continued to stroke the feline.

He leaned comfortably back against the bark of the tree, watching the sun set and the lightning bugs come out, blinking on and off and just floating around. "It's quite a nice night for our first day back. Much unlike last year when it rained almost nonstop." He chuckled, looking up at the sky.

Lloyd Vrancing

Lloyd had only been paying half attention to the speech, her hands in a position as if she was holding the bow of her violin, she only blinked occasionally, and she had a thoughtful look on her face as she arched her arms and made smooth motions. That is, until she saw the food in front of her. She immediately abandoned what she was doing, being shocked back into reality, and tucked into her meal eagerly.

The food here was always amazing, and she had missed it dearly over the summer. Well, as much as you can miss something while not being completely distracted by violin work. She was quick to fill herself, and then quickly excused herself, wiping her mouth with a napkin, and waving to Rose quickly before disappearing out of the Great Hall.

Lloyd stretched, feeling the comfort of her food in her stomach, and then made a small skip out of the corridor and into the setting night. She held a case in her right hand, and she quickly scampered across the lawns till she was at the back corner of the castle. She smiled, the wind kicking up and ruffling her hair slightly, causing the grass to flicker and sway in the new breeze, and cause the scents of all the wildflowers around her to spark up.

She took in a deep breath, then set down her case, unlatching it and taking out her violin carefully. She attached the chin rest to the instrument, took out her bow, and then set it. Another deep breath, and she hopped on top of the large stone before her. She set her figure in the beginning position, placed her left hand at the side of the violin, and protruded her right elbow outwards. Lloyd repositioned her head, getting a more comfortable spot on her violin.

For practice, she tested out how well the bow meshed with the strings and if it slid easily. A satisfactory note emanated from the strings, and she let out a small sigh. She glanced around her, first making sure no one was watching. Another calming breath escaped Lloyd's lips, and she closed her eyes. Dorremoon had made her way after Lloyd, and sat down in the dirt, paws tucked under her chest, and focus on the girl, her tail sweeping through the terra and causing lines to appear.

Lloyd then swept the bow across the violin's strings, and began to play. The noise ran out through the air, and she hit the notes spot on. Her eyes were closed at the beginning, but she opened them, and began to let herself out, expressing her joy to be back at Magus Grex, and also what was to come. But it was also to define the hardships that would no doubt present themselves along the way. Lloyd spread out a bit, sliding from one side of the rock to the next, even so much as pivoting along one foot as she played in order to have the notes come across more smoothly.

Priscilla Barsotti

"Priscilla." It was the only response she got from Zack, but it was certainly more than enough for her. Especially when he leaned in towards her, and her breath caught in her throat. She had the urge to lean forward to meet him, and feel what it would be like to kiss his lips. But just as quickly he leaned back away from her, and she blinked a few times to clear her head. So much for playing hard to get. All he had to do was lean forward and look into her eyes, and her insides turned to mush. She would need to work on that.

“Prissy, how was your summer?” Priscilla thankfully turned her attention away from Zack and over to Îrem, her closest girl friend in the entire house. Sure, she enjoyed the younger girls who followed her around like little lost puppies, but every now and then she needed someone who was her equal. Îrem was not only her equal, but also everything she was not. She always liked to joke that they completed each other. They never really argued or felt the need to compete with each other, because they were so different. They were basically two halves of a whole, and that was why they made such great best friends. Her friend was the only one allowed to call her Prissy, and if anyone else ever tried, she would punch them in the nose.

Îrem's mixture of orange with the green of Arietem house didn't really mix well, but Priscilla kept her mouth shut for the sake of her friend. She was going to respond to her friend when Zack's voice chimed in first. "Seriously, do you both have to catch up on summer right now? Why not discuss more important things? Like Quodpot." Priscilla turned her head to give the gorgeous man an icy glare. She gave his leg a soft kick under the table, not really intending to hurt him. "Like I could even talk about that droll game for more than a few seconds. It's just atrocious."

"I'm joking, ladies. Put the claws away." She brought her hand up and curved her fingers to give the look of claws, and she gave a little hiss at Zack before chuckling along with him.

Before any other words were spoken, motion caught her eye and she turned her head to see Felix sliding down the table, and landed directly in front of her, next to Zack. She rolled her eyes plainly for him to see, smirking at him afterwards. She was disappointed when he tousled Zack's perfect blonde hair, but kept her mouth shut as he sat down. "Îrem, Priscilla. You two are both looking as lovely and noble as ever. I trust your summer's were divine. Don't tell me......Aspen? No.....Cabo? No, wait.......Paris? Somewhere expensive I would imagine. How have you all been?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he knew exactly how close he had come. Îrem spoke first, however. Montana?! Priscilla thought, scoffing at the idea. She would never survive, of that she was sure. Farms and horses? Priscilla would take high end shopping and heels any day. She then turned her attention to Zack, who spoke about his summer. Solitude wasn't exactly her thing either, but to each their own. "I was close to putting together a pre-school party with everyone, but somehow I just couldn't force myself with the challenge to please that many people. Because you all know how I like to please." He stared directly at her with that statement, and she narrowed her eyes in response, definitely not amused by him. But she forced herself to smile, not letting him know he was getting under her skin. It was common knowledge how much he slept around, and yet he'd never even come to her with so much as a kiss. She was of the purest blood, and all these other girls were nothing.

While Zack was distracted, she spoke about her summer. "Good guess Felix, I was indeed in Paris. And it was absolutely divine. I met a boy, who spent his entire summer with me. Sadly, after I left, I figured the relationship couldn't continue. Either way, the vacation was beautiful and fabulous." She made herself sound happier than she was, hoping Zack would think she wasn't bothered at all.

She found it extremely interesting that Felix had spent the entire summer with Bliss. While she knew Bliss fairly well, the pairing seemed a little odd. She would have to investigate on that later. For now, she really felt the need to just get away. She stood up from the table, and stepped back. "If you will all excuse me..." was all she said before she took off down the hall. She made her way outside, taking in a few deep breaths. "Damn him for getting under my skin so easily..." she muttered to herself, feeling the urge to punch something. After a few more minutes of air, she quickly made her way over to the Commons Tower, spoke the password 'lordly lineage', and made her way into the Arietem Common Room. She plopped herself down on a couch, not really noticing the other bodies present.

Rosina Garenne

The smile had disappeared from Rose's face. It seemed as if Micah wasn't actually going to talk to her anymore. Still, the night had indeed been positive, thanks to Emerson. Whenever she thought about him, she could feel some heat come to her cheeks. He'd only talked to her a few other times in their many years, so that made it even more exciting. She did have to admit that Micah was a bit of a disappointment to her. When he'd actually made an effort to talk to her, she'd felt hopeful. Not too many guys showed an interest in her, friendly or otherwise. She knew that many girls liked to be around her because she was extremely quiet and listened to all of their problems. She didn't mind too much, friends were good to have, no matter what the other girl's intentions were.

It had to be getting late, so she mumbled something about being tired, and stood up quickly from the table, shooting away before Micah could say anything back. She took a detour from the Commons Tower to go get some fresh air in the courtyard. She was surprised to find Priscilla outside as well, without any followers or friends. Although as soon as the Arietem girl saw her, she took off. Rose found a small rock to sit on, and closed her eyes, breathing in the cool night air. "Why do feelings have to be so confusing...?" she whispered to herself, reaching her hand back to take the elastic out of her hair, letting it flow down over her shoulders. She'd practically been in love with Emerson from day one. So why did she feel so sad about Micah? It just seemed silly.

She sat outside for a little while longer, before deciding she should finally head back to the Common Room. She approached the painting that held Cervus' common room and dormitories behind it. "Plucking berries," she whispered, watching as it swung forward and she stepped through. The idea of passwords had always seemed kind of silly to her, since all the entrances were on the same floor, not far from each other. Nothing was stopping other students from overhearing. But oh well, rules were rules.

As she stepped inside, she noticed Savant and Emerson both hanging out, with a nice warm fire going in the fireplace. Feeling somehow braver than normal, she gave them both a smile and a small wave, more so towards Emerson than the other. Not feeling brave enough to speak, though, she quickly headed up the girl's dormitory steps, before coming to her landing and entering the door. She found the bed that had been hers for the previous five years, and flopped down on it gratefully. Her Siamese cat Belle hopped up onto the bed beside her, and curled up. It was empty, and she quickly changed into a comfortable pair of pajamas before climbing under the covers.

She didn't feel extremely tired yet, so she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the book sitting on top. It was one of her favorite new series, a supernatural romance between a vampire and a werewolf. Sure, sometimes it was cheesy, but it was so lovely. She cuddled in next to her cat as she opened to about the middle, and continued where she had left off. A soft thunk sounded in the room, and she quickly walked to the window, seeing a figure standing below. She opened the window, calling down softly, 'What are you doing here?' He replied a little louder, 'I couldn't wait to see you again.' She sighed softly, a smile crossing her lips.

Her eyes looked over to the window, and she suddenly wished that someone was outside of her window, wanting to see her. Of course, no boy had ever felt that strongly for her, and she was beginning to doubt that anyone would. Everyone always told her that she was young, and love would find her when it was right. But they just didn't understand. She practically repelled boys, or was completely invisible to them. She longed to be loved. Since it wasn't happening right now, she brought her eyes back to the book, content with just reading about others' love for now.

Finn Pollack

"Why, I thought I said we were going to the astronomy tower, didn't I?" Teiver gave him a rather sweet yet sarcastic smile, before turning away from him. Finn snarled a little, aggravated that he had gone through all this just to get to the astronomy tower, when he could have just as easily taken the stairs. Either way, it was way too late now. He had no idea where the hell he was, and probably couldn't find it again if he tried. He knew she was hiding something up here, and would try to find it. He at least knew how to get in to her secret area, and could later explore it to his heart's content.

"Try your best not to break a leg." She spoke before jumping off the ledge. "Yeah, just watch yourself..." he muttered after she had leaped. He made his way forward, seeing her land a little roughly on the landing below. He wasn't scared of heights, but normally he had a broom underneath him from so high up. Thankfully, he was extremely athletic, and when he hopped off the ledge, he landed much more gracefully than she had. He stared back up behind him, trying to remember the location of the path. He knew he'd probably forget, but he did his best to burn it in to his memory. He just had to remember.

He followed the girl and her cat up the steps, before appearing in the very familiar astronomy tower. He just kind of stood in the doorway as she moved forward to the bookshelf, finding something and placing it in her bag. She then moved to a table with various charts on it, and began to sift through those. He watched her for a little bit, before clearing his throat and running his hand through his hair. "I have to admit, studying isn't really my thing, so I'm just going to take off. Nice hanging out with you..." he said, before turning around and making his way back down the steps.

He made his way through the castle over to the Commons Tower, where he spoke the password to the appropriate door, and headed inside to the Ferre Common Room. He muttered a few hey's and gave a few ways as the other housemates greeted him eagerly, some clapping him on the back, others exclaiming how excited they were about the upcoming Quodpot season. A few of the younger girls caught his eye, and they blushed and gave a few squeals as he passed by. It really was cute, and normally he just drank up all the admiration, but he wasn't in the mood for it right then.

Finn told them all he needed his rest for class tomorrow, which was actually probably true, though he normally didn't care. He made his way up to his dormitory, and pushed the door open. There on his bed sat a large cage with his favorite animal in the whole world inside. Tyto hooted happily when he saw his owner, and flapped his wings slightly. He walked over and unlocked the cage, letting the owl fly to the headboard of his bed and sit contently. He smoothed down the owl's feathers and smiled warmly. Felix hadn't gotten back yet, so he lounged on the bed, waiting for someone else to appear.

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Teiver Morn

Teiver looked up from the mess of papers on the table before her as she heard him clear his throat. "I have to admit, studying isn't really my thing, so I'm just going to take off. Nice hanging out with you..." As he turned to leave, she had almost wanted to go over to him and stop him, which was incredibly strange, and not to mention stupid. She should just be relieved that he was finally off of her back.

So instead, she just turned back to the table, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, too bad this isn't for studying." She muttered to herself, Garrison looking up at her. 'He's quite annoying, if you ask me.' Teiver rolled her eyes. "You're still in trouble. I mean seriously, what kind of cat are you? Couldn't have even warned me about him coming. You did save yourself with Herve though...." She grumbled towards the cat, rolling her eyes.

'Well, I knew you had a liking towards him, so I decided 'hey, why not?' Immediately her figure stiffened, and her cheeks warmed gently. "That's a- not true." She immediately tilted her head back down, shielding her eyes with her hair as she continued flipping through the pages. "So you decided that it'd be worth it to completely risk losing everything I've been working for for the past five years for one little encounter?" Her voice was lowered and a bit rough as she spoke.

Teiver finally found what she was looking for, holding them up to a candle to make sure. Ah, finally. Star charts for this month. Thinking leniently, she opened up the satchel at her hip, carefully rolling the papers and then fitting them in. Damn him, he successfully completely screwed me over. It's what, five minutes until curfew, and I'm here out in the open. Maybe Gar was right about just getting him out of the area. Ugh, whatever. I did get a head start on these. Once more, her gaze flickered down to the bag where she had just stored the charts.

Silently and almost in brooding, Teiver left the tower room, quickly and silently descending the steps with Garrison following her at the heels. She stopped at the bottom, taking a quick look around and seeing a few other students still talking. She basically just ignored them, making a controlled dash towards the common tower and the stairs up.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, catching sight of that Vin kid and Lyle, but she didn't give them another thought as she continued up.

Naire Harth

“You are my absolute hero!” A chuckle escaped his lips, and he smiled softly at Myra. "Yeah, sure." However, she continued on to explain herself. "Guys make me nervous.” Naire froze, a hurt look on his face. He made a shocked gasp, over-exaggerating a slow-mo hand motion to his mouth. "You mean I make you-" He was cut off though, and he smirked with another playful smile.

"It's like I can't find my voice, does that make sense?" He shrugged, looking up as Chopstick returned to his person. "Yeah, I guess so." He flashed her a quick nod. The two then finally made their way to the Vulpes Common House Painting, and he made a theatrical bow of greeting. "We are indeed well. It's good to see you again, Didimus." The old scholar in the painting merely squinted at the two. "I'll take the first one, Myra." He leaned over to her, whispering close to her ear.

"I had plenty of time for my studying, and I came across a few new discoveries, if you'd care to hear about them." You would have expected a smile from him then, but his features remained tired and stern. "Maybe another time, Didimus. We only have a few minutes until curfew. If you would excuse the rude faux pas." The man in the painting just shrugged, nodding. His weathered hands picked up a scroll, pulling the bottom down and scanning over the riddle of the week. He cleared his throat before beginning to speak.

"Think of words ending in -GRY. Angry and hungry are two of them. There are only three words in the English language. What is the third word? The word is something that everyone uses every day. If you have listened carefully, I have already told you what it is."

Naire blinked, carefully going back over what the Scholar had said. "-GRY, huh?" He became silent as he began to think. Finally, he came up with what he thought was a suitable answer. "Isn't it-" However, he was cut off by an entirely new voice.

Teiver had finally made it up the stairs, and was quickly walking towards the group. She had overheard the riddle, and taken only a minute to piece it out while Naire was thinking. She simply walked past the two, Garrison still following after her. However, he paused to look at Kaplan, flicking his ear in greeting before refocusing on Teiver. "Language." She mumbled, slipping inside of the Common Rooms without breaking her stride.

Naire had a dumbfounded look on his face, and leaned over with his back, his index finger raised, mouth open, and his eye twitching. "Kah, I was going to say that... darnit Teiver." He grumbled, straightening back up. Teiver smirked slightly at the right tip of her lips before heading straight up to the girl's dormitory without a single word.

Naire let out an exasperated breath, and then shrugged, sweeping his arm towards the painting. "Well, after you then."

Vin Magaly

Vin's arm stayed comfortably relaxed around Lyle's shoulder as they made their way towards the Commons tower. He smiled lazily to himself as he felt Lyle relax, then straighten again. Vin'd never been one to be weirded out by proximity with other males, he was too comfortable and carefree in his own skin, but he was used to this reaction from friends when he embraced them, male and female alike, come to think of it. As they rounded the corner and the 4 paintings came into view, Lyle snapped his head around and looked at him. Had Vin been anyone else he may have been startled, but as it was, he just arched a nonchalant eyebrow at Lyle in a question.

Say, do you think your sister might help me practice for Quodpot try-outs? I’m trying out this year, and she’s so good, I’d be a shoe-in if she helped me. Could you maybe ask her? I’d owe you ten.” Vin chewed on his cheek a moment, then whispered the password to the proper door. After waiting for Lyle to walk in, Vin cocked his head to the side, considering what Myra's answer might be. She tended to be rather secretive about her self-induced Quodpot practices and he'd only ever seen her play against their father. According to Daddi-o, she was pretty darn good. "Y'know, I have no clue. I didn't realize you knew Myra was good at the game. She usually keeps that pretty secret." He paused momentarily, and made his decision. Deciding he'd have some fun with his best friend first, he squinted at Lyle, "Wish I were better at it, I'd help ya out. As it is..." Vin shrugged, then smiled warmly as his friend's face grew a tiny bit concerned again. "Dontcha worry, I'll ask her. Just givin' ya hell. She'll get you all up to snuff. Shy Sis won't say no to me," He smiled confidently and patted Lyle's shoulder. "Let's catch some z's, eh? I wanna get up with the surf tomorrow." And with that Vin headed off to his dorm room, changed in his relaxed way, then crawled in to sleep.

Myra Magaly

"I'll take the first one, Myra." Naire leaned over to Myra, whispering close to her ear. Her shoulder and ear were attracted to each other involuntarily and she stifled a giggle as his breath tickled her neck, shooting goose bumps down her arm. She gave him a jokingly stern look, then nodded toward the painting, "Okay."

Myra nodded in agreeance with Naire as he politely repelled another offer of one of Didimus' extremely long stories, smiling softly. He's so good at that, she thought to herself suddenly, I can't ever deflect anyone. I can't even count the amount of times I've been stuck talking to Marcy the Mercenary on the fourth floor about her cavorts... And she's a painting! She looked at Naire admiringly, she really had missed her best friend dearly that summer. Didimus read off the week's riddle and her man began to race. She saw Naire open his mouth as he was about to hazard an answer when Teiver showed up, seemingly out of nowhere, whispered "Language," and slinked in the door. Ah, yes. That makes sense. How simple! Myra thought to herself. Myra smiled as she watched the two cats have a momentary, silent conversation. Kaplan turning his head serenely to Teiver's cat as he paused and looked at him. With a smile in her heart she bent and picked up Kaplan, snuggling him to her neck.

"Well, after you then." Myra smiled in thanks and stepped into the Vulpes commons. Looking around she was suddenly overcome with exhaustion. It had been a long day for the poor shy girl, and the yawn that struck her was large. "On that note, I guess it's bedtime," she attempted to say through the yawn. Grabbing Naire's hand with her free one, she squeezed it. "Good night, Near. I'll save you a seat at breakfast."

She turned and made her way into the girls rooms. Quickly she got undressed and readied herself for bed. After she crawled in, Kaplan jumped up and began purring immediately, curling into the C curve she made laying on her side. Scratching him behind the ears she whispered, "Not too bad for the start of the year, eh kid?"

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Teiver Morn

Teiver's eyes flickered open, the first light of dawn breaking through the grey of the morning. Silently, she pulled back the sheets and stretched, bending over and touching her toes. 'Morning sleepy head.' A soft purr broke the silence of the room, and Garrison looked at her from his perch on the nightstand right next to the bed, seeming to almost smirk as a half-devoured mouse dangled from his jaws a few inches from her face.

Teiver quietly jumped, surprise written all over her face, however, it soon turned to a glower. "The bloody hell Garrison. Seriously, what the hell?" The girl's voice was nothing more than a soft whisper, hardly discernible. Garrison gave a now meaningless purr, which Teiver took for being a smug little bastard. She rolled her eyes, opening her drawers and pulling on her clothing without a sound.

Garrison remained quiet, but soon went to rip the rest of his rodent up as she dressed. Finally, she laced her satchel over her neck to her hip, checking to make sure that her charts were there. It was a bit too cloudy last night to really see any of the stars, but the sky in the Great Hall would be more than enough.

Quiet as the mouse Garrison beheaded, Teiver slipped out of the girl's section of the Vulpes House, letting out an exhale of breath. 'Why can't we just go to the tower already?' He complained plaintively, his paw pads hitting the floor softly. "It's still too fragile to sneak off now. Besides, I'm hungry, and whether or not the maps are still there, I still need to continue with my work."

The cat rolled his shoulders, hopping down the steps after they had left the sleeping Didimus painting. Her hand remained on the railings, sliding smoothly against the polished wood.

After finally reaching the bottom of the steps, and making sure no one else was up, which was highly unlikely in itself, Teiver turned, walking at a quick pace down the halls and corridors until finally she made it to the Great Hall. She pushed open the great oaken doors and her footsteps resounded along the walls as she stepped leniently towards her House table.

Settling herself down on the bench, she shifted the plate to the side and rummaged around in her satchel, Garrison hopping up next to her. She pulled out her charts, blank papers, and a pencil. Leaning back, she tilted her chin up and watched the now available stars pulsate dimly. And she got to work, copying down the available constellations and formations.

Victor Calza

It came as no surprise to Victor that he hadn't been able to sleep.

His mind had been at work, churning, producing new angles, devouring them instantly, processing, analyzing. He'd lain in bed for perhaps an hour...two? Just staring at the ceiling, staring out the window, listening to nothingness. Eventually he decided to rise, slip into some comfortable clothes, and go for a walk. There would be no sleep tonight, he knew. Might as well get reacquainted with old Magus Grex.

He'd missed the opening speech and the feast, and whatever other festivities had occurred last night. Not that it mattered. He could recite Rockwell's speech back to the old man from memory. And he probably could have told anyone what happened after that. Students gorged themselves. The quodpot jocks pounded their chests and the girls with yawning cavities in their skulls swooned at them. Pollack probably tried to keep everyone in line. Hardy and Flint undoubtedly tried to pull some stunt. The elder Turner girl secured herself a new boy toy. And surely Beauregard once again demonstrated his complete inability to do anything remotely subtle. Victor knew the story. Even if all the rumors, the beliefs spread by word of mouth, even if they were all nausea inducing to him, he still heard them, still recorded them and stored them away. There was very little that couldn't be used to an advantage, if one was aware enough to notice the opportunities. And occasionally, a rumor would float by that actually caught his attention. Like what his father had mentioned to his mother in passing two nights ago. Something about Nevaeh Abernathy going to Beauxbatons this year.

Beauxbatons. Very curious. He wouldn't have guessed it, not with the way Nevaeh had ruled Arietem House the past few years. Who would fill her place, and command the hordes of adoring, ambitious little witches? Barsotti? Venator? That preachy, do-no-harm little Şentürk? Victor's bet would have been on Priscilla. She had a combination of ambition, charisma, and sheer strength that surpassed the others, in his opinion. Though she'd never rule as unanimously as Nevaeh Abernathy, which brought him back to the line of thought that her transfer to Beauxbatons was very curious. He'd always steered clear of Nevaeh, more out of respect than fear. The Abernathy girl was a little too public with her power for Victor's taste. But now that she was gone... he was interested in hearing what Vance had to say about it.

And there his mind went again. The Abernathy rumor hadn't even been the reason for his sleepless night, but rather issues within his own family. His father had requested he deliver a sealed message to the Valaras, at their manor. Across the state. On the very same day he was to depart for his final year at Magus Grex. Of course Victor had been displeased with his father, but requests from Drakus Calza were not turned down lightly, least of all by Victor. He suspected his father thought he lacked ambition. Lacked the necessary drive to help his family. It probably had something to do with his placement in Vulpes House. He didn't doubt his son's abilities, or his intelligence, only his commitment. Victor aimed to put those fears to rest, whatever that meant.

So he'd delivered the letter, and whatever it entailed, to the Valara Manor. The Valaras had always been close friends and allies to the Calzas, and Victor was welcomed warmly, but he hadn't been able to stay, as he was of course now going to miss the boat. Hours later, he found himself being transported across to the island by that reeking oaf Herve Wicks. After unceremoniously dumping his things in his quarters, and assuring the good caretaker that he'd go straight to bed, Victor proceeded to remain awake, and ponder his future.

He found himself now wandering in the direction of the Great Hall, one silent footstep after another. Victor had long since become adept at moving silently, even without the help of magic. He was a quiet person in more ways than the obvious. Power, plans, control, ideas, information, these were all things that were not meant to be shouted to the world. They lost much of their value that way. No enterprise is more likely to succeed than one concealed from the enemy until it is ripe for execution, said a wise man who Victor had studied thoroughly.

Something caught his eye in the Great Hall. Movement. A head looking up towards the heavens, and then back down to record. Victor found his lips curling into a genuine smile. There was only one person that could be, at this hour. He wasn't sure if Teiver saw him enter, or if she was just ignoring him. It crossed his mind that she could be angry with him for not being around the castle last night, leaving her to deal with all the idiots by her lonesome. Garrison certainly saw him. The cat was a sharp one. Still, he made his way quietly over to her, sat down on the bench, and gazed up at the stars. It was really quite gorgeous. He'd never really payed attention to Astronomy any more than was necessary before he met Teiver, but now he had to admit it was one of his favorite subjects. She'd opened his eyes to quite a few things, in fact.

"So I was thinking about trying out for the Quodpot team this year," he said, calmly and quietly as he always did, but with the slightest hint of a smirk.

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Teiver Morn

Teiver was so engaged with what she was doing, she didn't hear Victor coming in. It wasn't until he sat down next to her that she realized he was there. A soft half-smile, half-smirk played her lips, until his voice came out softly with, "So I was thinking about trying out for the Quodpot team this year." She had just taken a sip of water until he finished his sentence, and she almost did a double take.

She chuckled into her hand, a wicked smile on her features now. "Yeah, right. When Herve casts a decent spell." Teiver turned to look at him, setting down the glass before turning back up to the mimicked sky. "I'm working on star patterns for this month. Some of the corridors change with the shifting of each constellation, and some disappear and appear at different times of the month, day, year, etc. I'm still trying to discern whether or not it's with the actual sky, or if it's the constellations in the Great Hall."

She turned back to her charts, tracing some of the pointed stars, placing her pencil under her lip in thought, flashing Garrison the smallest of smiles. "I couldn't even do things properly last night," Teiver placed her chin in her palm, an exasperated look to her figure. "Finn decided to join me last night, almost got me caught by Herve, now he knows something's up, and he kinda freaked me out with how he acted. I mean, it's like he didn't trust me. Me of all people!" She joked, knowing full well how devious she was. "He always had his hand in his pocket, which was obviously where he kept his wand."

The girl set down her pencil, collecting the papers and placing them back in her satchel. It was about that time when a few more students would be waking up, and she had been at her work for awhile now. "So what's up with you, where'd you disappear to last night? I don't remember seeing you in the Great Hall as of the first day."

Lloyd Vrancing

Lloyd stretched with a small feminine grunt, getting up and shuffling quietly over to the table at the foot of her bed. She grabbed the clothes she had set out previously, putting on the dark khaki shorts as well as a white button up shirt with a collar and an epic pocket with the Ferre House symbol on it. She had had her friend do it for her over the summer. She looked out the window to see what time it was, and noted that it was still fairly early.

After lacing up her sandals, she picked up her violin case and walked towards the door, Dorremoon following after her somewhere in between. With eyes half closed, Lloyd descended the steps of the Common Tower. She had a sleepy smile on her face, contently carrying her case without a thought to yesterday. She entered the Great Hall, realizing that there were only so many students up and about.

She scanned the Hall to see if she recognized any faces, and she did, of course, but sat down quietly at her own table. A bowl of bacon and cream of wheat appeared before her, as well as a glass of orange juice. She smiled exuberantly, quickly wolfing down the food and drink, her violin case settled beside her, and Dorremoon underneath her.

Once she finished, she immediately hopped up, tangling her legs a bit from the awkward positioning of bench and table, but reorganized herself, grabbing her violin case once more and dashed out of the Hall with a huge smile on her face, Dorremoon following closely behind her.

Lloyd burst through the doors to the outside, quickly opening up her case and taking out her violin and bow. She held the instrument by the longer length at the tip, bow right next to it, and open case in her other hand as she went to go practice and wake herself up. She settled for a space right underneath a huge oak tree, and put the violin up to her chin. She was still pretty close to the castle, but of course she'd need be. Lloyd couldn't miss classes just to go find a new practicing place.

She placed the bow on top of the strings, and did a customary practice swipe. With another sweet smile, she began her music carefully. It was supposed to be a guitar song, but she had gotten the sheet music for the violin, and instead hummed the guitar part, the actual lyrics being only played in her head for now. That bright smile never left her face, and she eagerly played the notes, closing her eyes.

Dorremoon lounged beside her, the cat's eyes closed and ears just slightly bent backwards with paws outstretched on the grass. A purr rumbled through her vocals as she listened.

Victor Calza

He couldn't help but grin at the stupid quodpot introduction he'd made, as well as the suggestion Teiver had fired back. Him trying out was indeed about as likely as Herve casting a decent spell. There had been a time, perhaps four years ago or more, when Victor would have jumped at the chance to play for Vulpes House on the Quodpot team. But he'd always been too small back then, and his subtlety and typically impenetrable calm demeanor were not things that were rewarded well on the pitch. By the time he grew into himself fully, as he had the past two years, he no longer valued the sport as he once had. There were far more valuable things to concern himself with than the rivalries of the houses and the outcomes on the Quodpot pitch.

Victor gazed up at the sky in the Great Hall as Teiver explained the work she'd been doing. To be honest, Victor had not really considered the potential importance the ceiling in here could have. As each year went by, he was convinced Teiver had a much deeper understanding of the castle than he'd ever get. It was just one of the reasons he found spending time around her so enjoyable. She had such a way of opening his eyes to things he had overlooked, or written off. In essence, she had the ability to make him feel less intelligent. She taught him things he'd never thought to learn, and he had to admit, it was times like this when he found her particularly attrac--

Particularly valuable as a friend. Yes. That's what he had meant.

Then he heard a string of words he found particularly displeasing. Finn joined her last night. Almost got her caught. By Herve. Freaked her out. Had his hand in his pocket. Obviously where he kept his wand. Victor had stopped looking at the stars, but instead turned his gaze at Teiver, his concern perhaps a little more visible than he would have preferred. Pollack represented pretty much everything Victor simply couldn't respect. And here he was nearly getting Victor's closest friend caught on the first night. He found himself gritting his teeth in frustration, wishing he could have been around last night, wishing his father hadn't sent him off as some kind of delivery boy.

It crossed his mind that he was feeling awfully protective over Teiver, but he dismissed the thought. She was a friend; of course he would look out for what was in her best interest. And Pollack didn't fit into that picture, that he knew. Before he could voice his concern, however, she had turned the tables on him, prodding him for information about where he was last night. Certainly understandable that she'd want some kind of answer, as he hadn't made a habit of missing opening feasts, even if he did find them a little dull, and even if the majority of the people around him had him feeling nauseous by the time he was done eating his meal.

"Father had a request for me," he said, a subtle hint of weariness in his voice, "it kept me from making the boat on time. I only arrived a few hours ago, in fact. Never went to bed."

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Victor had been known to stay up long after Teiver was through sneaking about after curfew. It wasn't insomnia, really, but there were often nights when Victor simply couldn't help but think about whatever crossed his mind, and it kept him from falling asleep, or even feeling tired, really. He'd grown accustomed to it. Though by midday today he'd likely be feeling the effects. Perhaps because there had been an added dose of stress in this particular sleepless night.

"Pollack didn't do anything stupid, did he?" he asked, not feeling much like talking about his family at the moment. "Stupid for him, I mean. And... surely he'll try to follow you again. Especially if he suspects something of you, but doesn't know what. I could talk to him. Get him to lay off."

Talking to Pollack would probably just make him more suspicious, and more eager to investigate, and sniff out the despicable rule-breakers, but Victor was feeling particularly annoyed by the Ferre's actions. And the last thing he wanted to see was Teiver getting punished because Pollack couldn't handle a few students doing the occasional nighttime excursion. Teiver meant a lot to him and--well, she was a very valuable friend.

Dammit, he had to stop doing that. He blamed it on the lack of sleep.