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Corentine Storm Quellen

"Let's play a game, hm? You run and hide. I find and... well, you don't want to know."

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a character in “The Arcana Academy”, as played by Mela

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Full Name: Corentine (Cor-yn-tie-n) Storm Quellen
Nicknames: Cor
Age: 18
Birthdate: 17th of February
Home Town: Born in Hilleroed, Denmark, but moved to Harrogate, England when I was 10. Yes, I'm multi-linguistic, and yes, I do have a British accent.
Orientation: Bisexual

School: Noctrem Academy
Power: Air Manipulation. I can basically do anything with air. I can even make bubbles where I draw out the air molecules, causing someone to die slowly due to lack of air. I can also torture, and kill from the inside. The human body contains air like nothing else. I can expand air, bursting your veins and causing inner bleeding. I can even blow up your lungs. I'm also able to cause whirlwinds, storms and whatever else kind of air-borne weather phenomenon you can think of. Put simply, anything you imagine that entails air manipulation, I can do it. The only thing is, and it's something I've told no one; if I'm blindfolded I'm helpless. I don't know why, but it's like... without my eyesight, my powers don't work. It's quite frankly a weakness I don't care to share and I try to ignore it's even there.

Likes:
- Darkness
- My powers
- Manipulating, although somehow I manage to stay honest
- Maiming
- Destruction
- Chocolate ice cream
- Bad boys
- Scaring Arcana students

Dislikes:
- Goody-two-shoes
- Innocence
- Whining
- Apple juice
- People trying to order me around
- Ignorant idiots
- Sappy people and love stories

Fears: Falling in love.. again. Seriously, if I ever start going all starry eyed over someone, I swear I'm shooting myself on the spot. I'm also slightly claustrophobic.

Personality:
Me? I guess you could say I'm the ultimate definition of a bitch. I'm proud of it too. I'd like to be all; "don't get one my bad side", but I don't have a good one, although there are different levels of "bad" in my book. Innocent little goody-goody people are on the top of that list. I can honestly say I despise them. It's not that I'm always a mean, manipulating bitch; it's just what I am just about 80% of the time. I'm quite aware that a lot of people choose to steer clear of me due to that, but again.. I have to say I don't give a flying fuck. I don't try to conceal who I am, I don't care what you think of me, and if I sleep with your boyfriend, don't expect me to feel bad about it.

Some people like to call me a slut, which is also partly accurate, I suppose. It depends how you look at it. I like to say I'm free-spirited. I do what I want, when I want, and if you say "go left", I'll go right. It's pretty simple, really. I can be a huge flirt around any hot bad boy, and I always... I do mean always, get what I want. Hell, it's been that way since I was a little girl, and it'll stay that way. I can be arrogant, cold, flirty and charming all at the same time. You might call it a specific characteristic of mine. If I have a soft side, I haven't discovered it yet. (Which basically means that she doesn't want to recognize it at this point in her life.)

I'm also a huge fan of hurting people, both physically and emotionally, as I'm a bit of a saidist. My power is so perfect for the physical part, and my sharp tongue is perfect for the emotional. Sarcasm is my best friend, and a cold comment at you should not be found unusual. Ever.

The thing is, though, and this is not something I ever talk about; I wasn't always this promiscuous. About, say, two-three years ago, I changed in that manner. I guess I also became a little bitter. This is when my fear of falling in love came to as well. See, when I arrived at Noctrem, there was this guy... Jay. And Jay, well... he swept me off my feet. It wasn't long til we were in a relationship. Granted, it was secret, but it was there all the same. Took my virginity, not that I'm angry about that or anything. Rather Jay than some other asshole, but the fact was... he left. To go to Arcana. And it fucking hurt, okay? So yes. The classic. I started sleeping around, trying to forget about him. Of course... after a while it just became who I was, and well, I like sex. So yeah. Here we are and now he's back in my life, and it turns out... I can pretend to have made my brain forget, but not my heart. Aren't I just a lucky one? Gods, he's such a fucking asshole, it's so obnoxious... and so hot.

History:
Well, I was born into a rich family. My father is the kind of guy who works all the time, is never home, and sends me money instead of being around. It's a lovely deal really, because I honestly can't say I like him. Money is much more my thing. My dad's a sappy old fart who does everything my mother tells him to. Really, he's such a wanker. Mother is more my kind of person, though. She's a dominating hag, but she's always been there for me, for better or worse. She's also got powers of her own, so I've kind of always known I had mine. Well, that's a fact, but even if she hadn't been, I might've realized when I reached puberty as they began causing whirlwinds around me when I got angry, jealous and even just irritated. Which I do a lot. Needless to say, mother thought it best to send me to Noctrem then, and I've stayed there ever since.

So yes, going to the bad girls' school isn't something I chose, but... c'mon? Would I ever fit in at Arcana? I'd kill every single one of those fluffy little do-gooders on sight. Ugh, just the thought gives me the chills. My life before Noctrem was pretty uneventful, in all honesty. I was born in Denmark to Allan and Imogen Quellen, went to school there, got in trouble a lot. Yadda yadda... the usual. Seriously, I worried my teachers every time I pulled out clumps of hair on a girl and felt no remorse at her going home half bald. My powers began manifesting in the early phases, when I was 7. Wasn't exactly a joyful experience, honestly. I accidentally killed this girl I was at, because a strong wind picked up at knocked her off her feet. Her head hit the stones of a staircase, her neck snapping on the edge of a step. Again, I felt no remorse. It was only an accident, remember? no use blaming myself. Fortunately my mother's powers have to do with mind manipulation, so she made everyone forget about the incident. This left the girl merely 'missing'.

She began teaching me how to control my powers after that, and nothing of the sort ever happened again, but my path was set. There was no doubt in my mother's eyes that I was a perfect Noctrem student. When father got a job transfer to England and a promotion in the same bout, he took it, and we moved. At that time, I was 10, and began attending a private school situated in Harrogate. Again, nothing all that interesting happened, until I was sent to California at age 14 to start a more magically focused education with people just like me... or whatever. I guess it's decent enough, and pretty cool that I don't have to hide my powers anymore.

Anything else? I've been doing gymnastics since I was 6 years old, so yes, I'm quite flexible.[/font]


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So begins...

Corentine Storm Quellen's Story

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He thought about putting in his earbuds and playing some music. The room he shared with Zac was one of the last dormitories, and that meant he’d have to pass almost every single room on his way to the cafeteria. Having his earbuds in wouldn’t preclude anyone trying to converse with him entirely. He’d learned that the hard way. It would help, maybe. A slight frown tugged at his lips as he wondered why he was feeling so misanthropic today. Well, moreso than usual, anyway. Even he had to admit that the impulse to wreck Zac’s drums and how terse he’d been were somewhat over the top. Was it just the move? He’d gotten used to having his own motel room and the freedom that it entailed. Or was it something more, something that he wasn’t fully conscious of?

Speaking of Zac, he spotted the boy heading in the opposite direction of him. Feeling ever-so-guilty for how he’d behaved before, Theo lifted a hand in greeting and managed to reorder his thoughtfully frowning lips into a smile. When he heard the sound of Zac on his drums soon thereafter, he found himself very glad that he’d decided to eat rather than read or catch a nap. Ear plugs, he decided. That would be his concession, his act of kindness. He’d just invest in some ear plugs, and Zac could practice with a brass band for all he cared.

As he passed Room Sixteen, he heard Jaysin’s voice, and slowed down just slightly. There were other people in the room- Erin and the strange boy from Arcana, Keirol. He heard the voice of Corentine Quellen afterward and abruptly picked his pace back up. His dislike of Cor outstripped his fondness for Jaysin by whole orders of magnitudes. He didn’t feel like enduring her presence, and the room already seemed quite crowded anyway.

He kept walking. Spotting Amber heading into her room, he tensed slightly, and then let out a captive breath when she just slipped in without seeing him. He’d been avoiding her for
 well, a while now. When she saw him, her eyes tended to spark with interest, and her body language suggested that she was going to approach and engage, and he really didn’t want to allow that to happen. He had a sneaking suspicion about what she wanted, and he had far too many secrets to be comfortable letting that girl get close.

He tensed yet again when, closer to the atrium where the list had been posted, he spotted Colby, Landon, and Sky. Just walking by the three of them made him feel very much like he imagined fairly attractive women felt when they walked past a construction site. He was waiting for a cat-call, a proposition, some comment on his arms or his shirt or whatever detail of his appearance that they might bring up today. He wasn’t being entirely fair. Sky wasn’t nearly so bad as Landon, and Landon wasn’t anywhere near as aggravating as the speedster. He nodded awkwardly at the trio. Well, mostly at Landon. Landon, who’d managed to stumble onto one of his secrets. He’d sworn he wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t mention it. Theo believed that he’d stay quiet, but he worried about the price. He knew the other boy was interested in him, probably even more so after their encounter the week before. How long would it be before it occurred to Landon that his knowledge would give him leverage over the object of his affection?

Perhaps there was an upshot to having a memory-meddler as a roommate. He’d have to broach the subject with Zac cagily. He might have been from Arcana, but he had no qualms misusing his powers for the sake of schoolwork. Getting him to purge Landon’s mind of what he’d learned
 well, he’d have to think about it. That would only mean he was indebted to Zac instead of Landon. He might be better off with the latter.

He glanced around at those still near the list, hoping to spot one of the few faces he considered actually friendly. Someone he wouldn’t mind talking to. His mind was busier than usual. That tended to indicate that he needed to get something out of his system. Oh well. Seeing no one promising, he soldiered on to the cafeteria. Maybe there would be someone there. Or maybe he’d just have to wait for his run to blow off steam.

Theo often forgot to eat, but when he did eat, he did it right. He got himself a tray and upon it gathered the following: one bowl of whole-grain cereal with two percent milk, two scrambled eggs and two thick slices of ham, a glass of orange juice, wheat toast, and a small pre-packaged fruit and yogurt and granola bowl that actually looked really good. Carrying his food to a vacant table, he sat down and got to work, eating little bits of this and that, diminishing each aspect of his meal proportionately, except for the yogurt medley, which he saved for lonesome last.

After a minute or two of persisting solitude, he slipped his earbuds in and started some music. Move Along by the All-American Rejects started up from his randomized playlist.





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Colby grinned when Sky cracked his knuckles; it was a very different grin from the goofy standard he made of his mouth most of the time. It wasn’t so much the way his lips were curved that was different, but the competitive cast to his eyes. One might almost think that he wanted Jaysin to start something with Sky when he was there. He blinked when Sky seemingly held off on saying something when Landon arrived, but that was quickly forgotten because
 Landon arrived, and the conversation sped on.

He burst into laughter when his buddy mentioned a sock-on-the-doorknob code for him and Drake. Was it really that funny? Probably not to most people. To Colby it was though. Putting a sock on a doorknob made him think of putting a condom on a carrot, like people did in sex-ed classes, and for some reason, thinking about that never failed to make him guffaw. ”Haha, totally,” he said once he’d calmed down. ”I’m going to have to buy a ton of socks, haha.” Apparently it didn’t occur to him to designate a single sock for that purpose.

He listened to the other two, nodding along as Sky put in his two cents on Eriol and Landon agreed to help back Sky up if need be. Maybe he’d been worried about nothing before. Sky and Landon were getting along just fine. Really, Landon was being his usually awesome self and joining the cavalry. He decided that things were totally copacetic (this was the most sophisticated word in Colby’s vocabulary, though the precise connotation escaped him) and moved on, flourishing another grin. ”Jaysin is a total babe though. Haha, he’s going to like, be sooooooo obsessed with you not seeing him naked.” He turned his grin on Sky as he said it. ”It’s kind of hilarious how mad he gets when I hit on him. It’s like, ‘dude, chill out, it doesn’t make you gay if a gay guy hits on you,’ right? He should be, like, flattered, haha.”

He started off behind Landon, still carrying the Party Box. ”So what do you guys think the assembly is about?” That actually hadn’t slipped through the holes in his mental colander. ”Sounds like it’s a pretty big deal, right? Maybe us being put with Noctrem kids was like, some computer mix-up or whatever, and we’re gonna get our real room assignments, haha.” He blinked, and then gave Sky a nudge with his arm. ”No offense dude, haha. I just wish you were with me. That would have been so awesome.” His eyes glazed a bit, and he imagined what it would have been like had he and Sky been put together. Awesome was certainly one way to put it. The other ways to put it warrant censorship.

He gave Theo McCaffrey a once over as the moody boy passed them, then looked over to Landon a few seconds later. ”Didn’t he like, totally shoot you down too? Soooooo glad I didn’t get stuck with him. I think I might have like, died of frustration or whatever, haha. Hopefully whoever he’s with can like, cheer him up some.” He looked over at Sky then, whipping his head quickly. ”Was he like, ever happy? Or did he always look like he was having a mug shot taken, haha?”

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Amber Nicole Romano Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Landon Hirst
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The speedster listened to both his friends- occasionally opening his mouth, like he was about to butt in, but when he couldn’t quite do so, he fell silent and listened again. Obviously they were all in agreement about the roommate thing. Not that he really minded Drake, just
 well, someone he could beat off in front of would have been dandy. He made a mental note (or tried, anyway; making a mental note was a bit like trying to pin something to glass for Colby’s always-racing mind) to broach that subject with his new roomie if he got the chance. It would segue nicely from them sorting out the sock system, or whatever method they used to make sure that one didn’t walk in on the other screwing. Not that Colby really cared. As far as he was concerned, Drake could grab some popcorn and watch or, even better, join in. Some sneaky sexy sort of thoughts dragged his attention away from the better part of Sky’s explanation on why Theo was such a head-case without much resistance. He blinked away images of Drake crawling into his bed naked and tried to get back into the flow of chatter.

”Oh yeah! I remember hearing about that. That sucks so hard. I guess I’d get kind of emo too if one of you guys died.” Colby was always the very picture of compassion. He thought about possibly trying to make friends with the solitary boy, but
 well, he’d tried that. Sort of. He’d been shot down just as hard as Landon, if not harder, and even as dense as he could be, Colby was well aware of Theo’s dislike of him. It kind of pissed him off, occasionally, but rather than dwell on that he chose to give him his space and think about what he looked like without clothes on occasionally.

He gladly delved his hand into the bag of candy, rummaging and then pulling out an Atomic Fireball and a yellow lollipop. He unwrapped the former in a blur and popped it in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked. He probably would have noticed that Landon had gotten angsty looking if it weren’t for Scott (Andrews) passing by. He rolled his eyes at the nickname that the buff boy employed for him, which was somewhat hypocritical given the level of cheesiness he was known to rise to. It was all in good fun though. He was quickly grinning at Scott and soon thereafter undressing him with his eyes.

”Scotty with the body, what’s up hottie?” See? Cheesiness. Unlike a lot of straight guys, Scott didn’t have a problem with Colby’s perpetual level of interest in getting in his pants. Actually, he sort of seemed to enjoy it. The attention, if not the idea behind it. Colby had high hopes, though, of one day convincing Scott to switch teams, however briefly. He often forgot that Scott and Landon were not fans of one another. Now was one such moment. He laughed aloud when Scott snagged a condom. ”Pretty sure he has some extra-small ones in there somewhere, bro,” he teased. It was sort of like reverse-psychology. It had worked on “straight” guys in the past, preying on the classic male size insecurity to get a glimpse of what was hidden in their boxer shorts. His nose wrinkled up when the boy made reference to Cor, or more specifically, the fact that he and Sky had both banged her. That was something he hated thinking about. Showers were mandatory for Sky before fooling around with Colby- unless he could smell soap on the boy’s skin, he refused to so much as kiss him until he’d witnessed him getting cleaned off. He appreciated the fact that Scott had Sky’s back too, even if the reason for it completely grossed him out.

As Scott headed off, he remembered that he had candy in his mouth and started sucking on it again. The first thing he noticed was the way he was working over his green lollipop. He frowned though as his eyes wandered away from Landon’s mouth. He failed to make quite a few connections, instead deciding that Landon was upset because he’d hit on Scott. He leaned over, wrapping the other boy in a half-hug, affectionate if incomplete. ”Dude, cheer up. You’re totally my favorite, you know that, haha.” He pulled away, and regarded Sky.

”Man, this candy is just making me even hungrier.” He would have patted his stomach, were he not still holding the party box.





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His eyes slid to her fingers, the knife, the interplay of the edge of the blade with the waxy skin of the apple. He had plenty of experience with knives, in his dreams more than anywhere else. That little trump card was one of the many things that he was worried about Amber ferreting out. He could do anything he wanted in his dreams once he had a working knowledge of it, and he could do it for a very long time if he stretched out the time dilation relative to the real world as much as possible. By keeping his body in peak shape and practicing in secret in the real world, he could, after a fashion, translate that dream-time expertise into very real capability. Watching her play with her food, he made a mental note about her capability with small, edged weapons and moved on.

There are no reasons for us not to be friends.

He could think of a dozen off the top of his head, the first of which was her use of a double-negative. The grammatical sin was minor though, compared to, say, the potential of her getting him committed to full time psychiatric care. Theo was fully cognizant of what would happen if anyone ever found out about his time with Scott in his dreams. The careful act he’d put in place to fool them into thinking he was finally coping would be destroyed, and he’d have earned himself a one-way ticket to group therapy and finger-painting his feelings. His composure was slowly eroding. He’d tried to react not at all to the blatant intimidation tactic, but when she licked the knife, the corners of his eyes crinkled in a slight show of disdain. Elegance would have been far more effective for dealing with Theo



 and then she transformed. He recognized who she’d chosen when she was only half-way through, and immediately his mind began racing.

Landon had talked. He’d told her. She’d probably disguised herself as Haskins and blew it out of him. Why else would she choose that particular shape? He was cursing himself for letting Landon catch him free-running, cursing Amber for being a manipulative bitch, and cursing Landon for probably-accidentally divulging what he’d sworn to keep quiet. In a fit of paranoia, he sketched out hundreds of scenarios, some of which involved Landon telling Amber to get back at him for denying his advances, others which related to her using guile to work it out of him.

Amber had chosen well, because in Theo’s eyes, she would see fear, a sort of shining glint of brief panic. It was only a few seconds before he’d finished freaking out, but that particular damage was done. She had to know she’d hit a nerve. Theo had lost whatever advantage he’d been hoping to gain entirely.

He calmed down slightly when she spoke again and felt like an idiot. Landon hadn’t said anything. She’d just picked up on his attraction and thought she might be able to use it against him. Dumb luck, on her part. If Landon hadn’t been the keeper of one of his secrets, turning into him would have been about as effective as turning into Justin Bieber (whose songs Theo could not name a single one of). He went from anxiety to bristling in an instant, again angry largely at himself. This is what happens. Things start to fall apart.

It was a very good thing that she’d elected not to become Scott. Theo would have killed her, or tried. His mind was rational enough that he wouldn’t be reduced to sobbing at the sight of him. He saw him all the time, when he was asleep. He’d have recognized it for what it was: a cheap ploy to manipulate him. And he would have been furious, enough so to embrace expulsion, jail-time, whatever, in order to end her.

He needed to explain his reaction to her transforming into Landon. Or maybe he didn’t? If she was assuming that he spazzed because he liked Landon, so be it. He’d reinforce that. Let her believe that, and think she had some hold over him. He slowly looked down into his empty parfait cup, trying to look as sheepish as possible. That was how people looked when people exposed their crushes, right? Sheepish?

”We can talk,” he said quietly, trying to layer his voice with some embarrassment. ”But not here. Tonight. I’ll come to you.” His power was perfect for clandestine meetings
 and he’d be in control. Truly in control. He should have thought of that from the start. Finally, he looked up at her, trying to make his gaze pleading. ”Can you change back, please? I don’t want that you were
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 getting back to
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“I have to walk to the auditorium. Somehow. Dear lord how,” Lulu thought to herself. The blond nursed her coffee cup between her hands, sliding her thumb along the card collar that prevented her fingers from burning. Feel the texture of it kept her mind momentarily pre-occupied from the nausea and dizziness that plagued her. When Jack spoke, his words felt sharp. She held back the desire to wince as the thudding in her ears escalated.

"Do you know, I have no idea. This is the first that we've heard of it either, so it's all news for us too. We don't have many assemblies either - but it can't be due to just the arrival of you Noctremers," Jackson replied. Lulu snorted at her friend’s sarcasm. The blond knew their new headmaster had put the needs of gifted students alike above all residual grudges held between schools. She had thanked him for that the first day they’d arrived. That said, there was going to be nothing functional or smooth about this transition. With the likes of Cor and her friends in the halls, there would be more bullying, more fights and undoubtedly more drama. Lulu knew that it was no secret that Noctrem harbored students who were both cruel and promiscuous, more the latter than the former. She didn’t doubt that Marinos was concerned about both, if only because lust and relationships often brewed the blowouts and battles that leveled buildings.

Lulu felt her chin tuck and her eyes flutter as her thoughts receded and her head began to spin again. She inhaled sharply, curling her fingers around her cup and in her boots as she fought off the wave of disorientation. Jack, of course, was watching her like a hawk with concern. “I’m fine,” she murmured. “If only this room would stop moving and there weren’t two of Jack in front of me,” Lulu thought but kept quiet.

"Give me your hand, for a moment," He asked her, extending his palm out to her gingerly. Lulu bit on her tongue, knowing full well what he wanted to do. It wasn’t often that he offered and she sure as hell didn’t like the idea of putting Jack through what she was feeling. For her it made sense and was normal, for any stranger it was something else entirely.

Hesitantly she slid her hand out to his palm, watching as her fingers tucked over the back of his hand. She was paler than he was and the whites of her nails were very prominent. Mentally she kicked herself. This was the result of poor diet and sleep of course. This has to change. Starting now.

Lulu exhaled deeply and focused on Jackson’s face as he closed his eyes and began to work his magic. Within a minute the dull ache in her temples had subsided. Her ears popped and she could feel her heart die down and calm. For the first time in close to twelve hours she could pay attention to the noises and people around her without feeling dizzy from trying to follow so much movement. Her shoulders slackened and she felt more aware, if anything awake and rested for the first time in a month.

At two minutes he pulled back and Lulu watched him, feeling but better though concerned. Anyone who didn’t know better would think that Jack had willed away the sick feelings but she knew him well enough to know that he was feeling what she had been just seconds before. "Jesus, Lu. Maybe you shouldn't push yourself this far again," He groaned. “I know,” she replied, watching him sip his coffee with as much need as she had. Her tone was in no way promising either. She'd likely get a lecture when they had more time to speak later. Regardless Lulu mirrored his action and sipped her own coffee, her eyes watching a familiar face walk up behind Jack and close to their table. Lulu watched as Alli deposited a small napkin on their table before taking off into the throngs of Arcana students seeking breakfast. Her eyes slid over it, picking it up in her hand to read it.

Hey. I'm Alli Jackson, your new roommate. I would come over and talk to you, but I can see you're busy. Room Fifteen is beside Rooms Fourteen and Sixteen down the hall and on the right. Maybe see you there after assembly?

Lulu pursed her lips. She had met Alli before in a few classes. The girl was very nice and agreeable, the type of person that she could be friends with. She was far from disappointed with the news of who she would be rooming with, it was more that she feared what Cor might do to the girl or what Alli might face due to associating with her. She could easily get caught in the rift that had opened in the past year between herself and Corentine Quellen and Lulu was not about to see collateral damage happen.

With a sigh, she folded the napkin and slid it into her duffel bag at her feet. Lulu looked back at her friend. He didn’t seem to be handling her power hangover very well, the pallor of his skin having lost two shades in the span of minutes. Startling both of them, Leo’s voice over the school’s PA system prevented Lulu from asking that Jack do himself the favor and give her back the ill feelings. “"All students to the Great Hall please, assembly beings in five minutes. A reminder than any absentees will result in punishment."


He really did sound irritated. Lulu wrinkled her nose and sipped the last bit of her coffee. "Come on, let's get this over with," Jack said. His interruption was welcome as Lulu slid her chair out from their table. A handful of students began exiting the cafeteria, moving in throngs towards the Great Hall. Lulu walked around the table, sliding her duffel over her shoulder. “I doubt he’ll be pulling teeth. And hey, no class just yet in return for sitting and listening and doing nothing? I’m game,” she smiled. Jack smiled back but she could see the difference between now and their greeting.

"Allow me to escort you?" Jack offered. Lulu held her arm out to him, lacing her elbow through his and helping him walk as he had her. “I’ll escort, you direct. You always were an excellent navigator,” she countered.

Getting to the great hall was simple enough, especially with so many students making their way there. Lulu didn’t care that she still had her bag with her. Many people still did and their luggage appeared quite a bit bigger than hers. In many ways, her bag was her backpack. She kept it slung over her shoulder, gripping the strap with her free hand while her other continued to support Jack.

“You really shouldn’t have done what you did,” Lulu commented. A cup of coffee would take the edge off, she didn’t doubt, but it was no cure for six weeks of poor sleep and a power hangover so severe she couldn’t recall the last time it had been this bad.

When they entered the Great Hall, Lulu was struck by the sheer size of it. She allowed Jack to direct where they sat of course and once seated she remained close to her friend, if only to give him an extra shoulder to lean on.

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The Dance Studio - Goin' to the Auditorium

'...So when we found that we could not make sense,
Well you said that we would still be friends.
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over...'

Between the heavy, synthesized beat and at that particular line of Gotye's making, all five-feet-eight of Lauryn slid into well-rehearsed motion; a solitary figure dancing --as she had been for several hours now-- in Arcana's studio, choreographing the finish to a routine that she'd worked on for a few days. It had seemed like something that she had to do: to lose herself in what she knew best one last time, before having to deal with the sweeping tide of change that came with a whole new school of supernaturals. She wasn't stalling, really, but this was her way of coping whenever the world decided to be a troll ('Come on, roommates? We're practically asking for it.'). So, with a gut feeling saying none the wiser, Lauryn had paved her way down from her room at six in the morning; fully prepared to block out the rest of the world as she usually would, every so often. And this was where she stayed, past Mr. Marinos' first announcement when it blared above the booming cadence that was Somebody I Used To Love, dubstep remixed (where she almost tripped at the landing of a spin in surprise). Yeah, they didn't get assemblies often, although it probably was called for.

'...But you didn't have to cut me off,
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
And I don't even need your love,
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough...'

She'd wondered, once, how many people from both Arcana and Noctrem that this particular song applied --or would soon apply-- to. It wasn't hard to see all the drama that festered from just one month of sharing classes, much due to the fact that they were all incredibly wired hormonal teenagers. Both the lingering glances and growing animosity between kids seemed to be disasters just waiting to happen, and some relationships --herself included-- no doubt would make a spiderweb look simple. It was times like these that Lauryn appreciated how she was one of the few that wasn't exactly interested in anyone at the moment, and it was.. 'freeing, from the way I can see other people now.' Or more like indifferent, for lack of a better word. But the next year would be pretty damn entertaining, potential havoc and landmines or no. And who was she kidding? Bunking with a group of people who didn't give a shit about rules was beyond refreshing. (Although Lauryn probably wouldn't go for it so much if she were actually at the tail-end of anyone's wrath. But that's luck for you.)

'...No you didn't have to stoop so low,
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number.
I guess that I don't need that though,
Now you're just somebody that I used to know.'

As soon as Lauryn executed the last of her routine perfectly, in what was now the final run-through of it, a wide, brilliant smile stretched across her face; the way that only success ever caused. That, and how she literally bounced around a quarter of the dance studio, (because it's freaking gigantic) fist-pumping the air and unabashedly shouting a resounding "YES!" every few seconds for a little while; thankfully unheard behind a closed, sound-proofed door. But alas, L's celebratory happy dance was cut short right at that moment; when a familiar, albeit slightly annoyed voice dunked a figurative tub of ice-cold water over her head. And she froze. "All students to the Great Hall please, assembly beings in five minutes. A reminder than any absentees will result in punishment." 'Well, shit. Why do I keep forgetting that dancing gives me a horrible sense of time?'

It took no less than fifteen seconds for her to grab everything (which is basically just her phone/iPod, her set of keys, and a bottle of water) and run out of the studio in something short of an annoyed huff, speed-walking to the Great Hall from the second floor; weaving whatever masses while checking her phone and messages. Just to note, for anyone who might have seen Lauryn here --that she probably ignored for being preoccupied--, this kid was wearing a loose T-shirt, plus a pair of sweats; fresh from a morning of exercise. It was all relatively normal for those who knew her so, well, that's that. 'And... yep. Kali's texted. Noctrem and Arcana are rooming? I've joked about it, sure, but how did Marinos actually let this go?' And here, as convenient as it sounds, was where Lauryn just happened to pass the roommate list; and what she saw there.. she was actually okay with, unlike what the vast majority of students would've been. 'I'll probably have to find Cor later, to give her a key. But the Hall first.'

So, instead, she typed a quick text back to Kali as she made her way to the assembly:

I was dancing, no worries. Just saw the roomie list, I'm with Cor. We're cool, but fingers crossed I don't walk in on anything, y'know? How 'bout you?


It didn't take long, then, to make it to the assembly; thankfully before it started. And, from there to scanning the room and upon seeing Mo, Zac, and Alli, Lauryn grabbed a quick seat beside the last; giving them a wave and a smile as she settled down. 'Better to leave conversation for later, looks like the assembly's about to start..'

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The assembly was to the point. For that, Lulu had to give professor Marinos credit. That said, he was not the smiling relaxed man she spoke to in his office. She watched him talk with tension, his voice serious and nearly cutthroat. He didn’t want to take shit from anyone, whether it was about the rooming issues or those who didn’t attend. She winced as he concluded, listing those who weren’t present and the fact that they would be having detention with Cain for the following week. She sighed, reclining into her seat and looking over at Jackson with a sly smile. “If Cor has detention for a week, and thus so free time, do you think I’ll finally be able to sleep?” she wondered allowed, whispering her thoughts to her friend beside her incognito.

The longer they sat, the more the dull pace of her headache returned. Lulu was almost grateful to know that her power hangover was returning to her, if only because she didn’t want Jack to bear it. When the assembly concluded, the blond was still awake and content. “The day is ours! Carpe diem!” she giggled, pinching Jack’s arm beside her to get his attention. “I need to dump my bag off at my room. Meet you later to do something fun?” she asked, standing and sliding her duffel bag over her shoulder again.

As Lulu turned to the aisle she was instantly met with a dense crowd of students. Her eyes searched the faces, seeing a few familiar ones but largely strangers and younger kids. A few feet beyond she caught a glimpse of Drake. He was hard to miss given how tall he was. She smiled weakly and turned to enter the crowd.

No more than a few feet from the door, one of the older students was holding the Great Hall doors open. He was chuckling to one of his friends, pointing at someone – or something? It wasn’t until Lulu drew closer that she noticed a smaller boy, likely twelve years old. He was lanky and his hair was short, blond and extremely curly. He looked supremely awkward, carrying himself with unease in the crowd. No person talked to him and he was staring at the floor instead of ahead of him. When the boy reached the doors, the older student released the one he was holding. The thick wood swung back faster than she would have anticipated.

Lulu’s eyes widened in surprise but quickly narrowed. She held her hands at her sides and kept focused, snapping her fingers idly, twice. The recoil from her power was nearly immediate. The nausea struck her hard but she looked ahead, watching as the young boy suddenly stopped, his foot stepping forward an extra two inches to catch the door with a kick. It swung back into the face of the elder who had opted to let it go intentionally. Quite brutally it hit his nose and he backed off with a low squeal. As Lulu walked back she noticed blood in his hands as he left to seek the school nurse. With a sigh of relief she looked over for the younger boy but he was nowhere to be seen. Crisis averted.

In the mix of the crowds Lulu suddenly felt dizzy. Her vision doubled momentarily and her sense of hearing made high pitches suddenly seem much sharper. Her pallor dropped two shades and the flush to her cheeks disappeared entirely. “Shit,” she murmured, bringing a hand to her lips as she felt her stomach flip unhappily, her nausea building. Even one small trip was enough to push her over the edge this morning.

Hurriedly she ran, her eyes desperately seeking the nearest washroom. "Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Not yet. Not in front of everyone,” she told herself in thought. Shoving aside a few boys, she threw herself in a men’s room as soon as she found it. “Hey! Get outta here!” one shouted, offended and throwing his arms in the air as she pushed past him and into a stall. She didn’t even lock the door, she merely let her knees buckle and let her stomach roll. While the nausea had her head swimming and the toilet before her swimming, all she could do was dry heave, her diaphragm working painfully. Her body shook as the muscle tensed and knotted. Her hands gripped the sides of the cool toilet to brace herself. It was practically her only solace, that and the fact that all the boys who had been in the bathroom had now exited, offended by her presence in their nearly sacred men's only place.

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When Lora commented on her getting taller than him, Drake chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her. “Sure, Lor, on the 30th of February, second Thursday of the week.” He retorted playfully. The way she was standing on her tiptoes, made him shake his head with an amused smile, eyes sparkling with humor as he looked down at her. “You’re such a dwarf,” he then teased, messing her hair up a little. He’d always been way taller than her, and it wasn’t like that was changing at this point in their lives, but it was an old argument, really, having started back in Harrogate all those years ago, and it had just picked right up now that they were at Arcana together. If he had to be honest, he was glad Lora was at the Academy. He hadn’t realized he’d sort of missed her company a little. And now there was the added bonus of her very
 womanly
 appearances. Okay, she’d grown into one hot piece of a girl, and Drake had trouble not hitting on her, because he usually did. With women, he’d see something he liked, and he’d procure it somehow. But again, not with Lora. That was just a no-go.

He nodded a little absently when the young gypsy talked about Leo having his hands full, thinking again. Oh, he quite enjoyed his sister’s stunts and bitchy little ways, simply for the entertainment provided in that context, but he wasn’t about to let her fuck Lora up in the process. Sure, he usually sought out people she’d hate him being friends with, solely because it was fun bothering the blonde, but Lora had entered his life before that whole thing started, so she, if anyone, was off limits. He supposed he might have to shoot his baby sis a comment on that. He hadn’t said anything about Lulu and their issues, mostly because in some ways, Lulu brought it on herself, and he honestly considered it fair enough that his sister would strike back. He knew Cor had broken Lulu’s AC, but he didn’t get involved unless he had to, and so far things were harmless so he couldn’t say he cared much. Right now it was just a little amusing. Although, he wished Lulu would unsheathe the claws he knew she had. But then it would only get worse and
 oh, who was he kidding? It’d be the show of the year.

Then she reassured him she’d be careful and he cast her a wry smile, “if I know you right, you’ll get yourself into trouble regardless. That is the definition of Loralei Evans, isn’t it?” He teased dryly as they reached his and Colby’s room. Twisting the door knob he found the door unlocked and opened, stepping inside. He took an introductionary, casual glance around the room, giving a slight nod of approval. This, he could live with. He dumped his bag on the bed that didn’t have custom sheets, guessing that was his, and went outside with Lora again just as Leo’s second announcement rang out and he chuckled. “He sounds rather grouchy, doesn’t he?” The shadow-manipulator commented, grinning with mischief and curiosity, which were usually one and the same with Drake. He couldn’t help it. Anything he could bother Marinos with, was just great in his book. “I guess we’d better go then, even if I do think time’s passed a little quickly.” He shook his head, closing the door behind him followed by him and Lora heading down to the assembly.




At the assembly Drake had been surprised to find himself house-captain of house Tyms, where he found both Lora and Lulu
 and Jay. And well, honestly, the fact that he had Jade and Lulu in his house made his ‘job’ quite difficult, and frankly Drake didn’t work for anything unless it was his own amusement. There was nothing fun in playing police officer, so the odds of him being replaced soon were probably pretty grand. First the room mix-ups, and now this? Marinos was really falling off his horse, wasn’t he? But still, the fact that Ashy was captain of Cor, was extremely amusing, and that was at least something. Except he would’ve loved to be in that house just to see how that went down. Not that he wouldn’t hear the news and rumors, but being there in person was always better. If not, it was like hearing about a funny experience someone else had, where you’re all “that’s not funny?” and the person telling it, goes, “yeah, you probably should’ve been there.” Then why tell the story at all? Still, he was growing even more interested in how this year was going to go.

On his way out, still with Lora, Drake spotted Lulu. He couldn’t clearly see what she was doing in the throng of students, but he could tell it’d relieved her, whatever it was. He was just about to look elsewhere and focus on where he was going when she suddenly looked more than just a little ill. He frowned at the sliver of worry that ran through him. What had she been doing? Next he knew, the beautiful blonde was running out of the hall, heading south. He tensed, ready to follow at instinct, not even considering what that meant. Instead, he looked down at Lora. “I’ve gotta go, love. I’ll see you tonight, right?” He quickly said before heading in the direction Lulu had gone, not waiting to hear Lora’s answer. He knew she’d be there at Jackie’s party, so it wasn’t that important right now. This worry, however, was important. He worried so rarely, he was usually shocked when it happened. Usually he found things entertaining, but there was nothing fun about sickness. Especially not if something was seriously wrong with her.

Still, though, he couldn’t help a wry smile when he spotted her barging into the men’s restroom and he sped up, just catching the words “outta here” from the guy soon leaving the bathroom in a huff. Drake stepped to the side, allowing him to exit. There was now no one but he and Lulu in the bathroom and he stalked to the stall he’d seen her enter, quietly pushing the door open. He shook his head when he saw her and squatted down next to her. Drake then gathered her hair on her back, moving it out of her face gently, his fingers accidentally caressing her skin in the process. He could tell she wasn’t actually throwing up, but beads of sweat were forming on her face. He had no clue whatsoever what was wrong, and right now he didn’t care. He just, for some reason, didn’t think she should be alone with this. He put a cool hand on her heated forehead, looking down at her with worry in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, because really
 what could he say? He didn’t want to crowd her right now, so he’d wait with the questions. Besides, she was pale as a ghost. What the hell had she been doing?

That’s when he frowned, recognizing this from his first year at Noctrem when he’d pushed himself too far, too many times in an attempt to get better control of his power, but it had never been this bad, and never this sudden either. He watched her more thoughtful now, pondering the possibilities in this situation, his mind going over several different alternatives. Of course it was a waste of cognitive functions since he could ask her in a bit, but old habits died hard. Why he was even there, didn’t cross his mind right now. However, it would have him wandering the halls of Arcana for hours and hours, because with that on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to relax and sleep. Nothing new about that. “Damn, Lulu,” he murmured softly, brushing stray strands of hair out of the way once more. Of course, he’d probably end up teasing her about this whole thing once he made sure she wasn’t dying or something equally insane, but right now he was just lost. He really didn’t have much experience with illnesses and such, so he was fumbling his way in the darkness, ironic though that was.

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For short moment, when Lulu laughed, Drake felt at ease once more, but when she then moaned, concern return and he frowned, a small sigh emanating. He really had no clue what to do here. He couldn’t remember his sister ever letting anyone help her when she was sick, even when she those odd times let people even witness it, and his mother
 well, he’d never given a fuck, just like with most others. When he saw people sick he’d usually ignore it and assume that one of their friends or whatever would come to their rescue. In this case, however, he cared, and it was a completely new situation. He was going off of movies and instinct, and was just really hoping he wasn’t doing anything too wrong. He kept a firm, yet gentle hold on her hair as he took in her appearance; pale skin, knuckles white from clenching the toilet, her face covered in a thin layer of sweat, her body tense and trembling softly. Fuck, she was really sick. Maybe the Miss Roerig could help? That’s what she was even there for, right? Aside from Philosophy, but c’mon.

He just kept tugging stray stands of her blonde her behind her ears every time one escaped the makeshift ponytail he’d created with his hand. When she finally moved from resting her head against the toilet, Drake shifted a little to give her more support as she leaned back, finally letting go of her hair with his hand to replace it with the other, and to wrap that same arm around her, resting his hand carefully on her side, making sure she didn’t fall over. She looked weak enough to, and to be honest it wasn’t like there was much room in this stall, so she’d probably hit some part of her on something, and he didn’t really think she needed to add a bruise to her already bad situation. The two words she then spoke, made Drake chuckle shortly, the sound masculine and pure sex. He didn’t say anything, though. Maybe because he was too worried about her, but at least she’d stopped convulsing too badly, and the choking sounds had subsided as well. But he still felt slightly awkward.

He looked down at her hand when it landed on his thigh before looking up at her again, thoughtful. When she answered one of his unspoken questions, Drake smiled wryly. “That’s what you were doing?” He shook his head a little, voice low as he spoke, “you can’t save the world, Lools.” He said it a little teasingly, but there was truth in the statement. Lulu had this tendency to sacrifice herself for others, and that’s really what got her into trouble a lot. A polar opposite to his own selfishness, in reality. When you thought about it, they really didn’t have a lot in common, but he definitely liked spending time with Lulu in spite of that, and she’d just grown on him. Soon, he could clearly sense a feeling of awkwardness from Lulu, something that was soon followed by an apology. He snorted in amusement and gave her a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t ‘have to see’ anything.” He merely said, leaving it at that. It was his way of telling her that he’d come for her, and not by chance, with not so many words.

At her comment about her taking his toilet, Drake chuckled, feeling completely relaxed again. He still thought she needed someone to keep an eye on her, and honestly he felt she should still see the nurse, but his worry had definitely decreased quite a bit. He raised both eyebrows when her fingers brushed the hand he held her hair with, and especially her comment caught him slightly by surprise, mainly considering the situation. His eyes roamed her face as he considered what her words might be implying. He hadn’t really thought about the possibility that Lulu might want more than just his friendship, so it was honestly a little surprising. Sure, he’d noticed looks, but her outright saying it like this made him wonder. Her blush looked so out of place on her sickly white skin and it sobered him up enough to not take her up on her subtle ‘offer’. Although, he had to admit it would have been beyond tempting at another time. And on that note, his mind began going over several other plausible situations and what he’d do to her. He definitely wouldn’t hesitate. But now? Firstly he’d be afraid of breaking her, that’s how fragile she looked to him right now.

When she looked up at him, Drake had gotten his features under control and now merely looked mildly intrigued, amused and a tad playful. So he met her eyes right on, and smiled in wry amusement. He gently pulled her body closer to his, the hand in her hair moving to her face, gently caressing the side of it, his fingers dancing from her temple to her neck as he looked her over. He leaned in, his face only inches from hers before he smirked. “Maybe later, eh?” He said playfully, teasing her both with his words and presence, his touch, his voice and even the glint in his eyes. Then he pulled back, “c’mon, sweetheart. We need to take care of that power hangover.” He noted as he stood, taking her with him, more or less carrying her weight for her. Her feet were touching the ground, but his arm, now wrapped firmly around her, more or less held her up. “You okay to walk?” He than added, thoughtfully. If she wasn’t, he was going to carry her, because he sure as hell wasn’t leaving her on the floor of a stall in the boys’ restroom. Not in this state.

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'I will draw the house captains name from the hat; Ardley's house caption will be Ashleigh Fox.'
Ashy felt the colour evaporate from her face as Mr Marino's spoke the words at what seemed like a snails pace. House captain?! Where these people sure?! Surely picking names out of the hat wasn't really the best method to decided on positions of responsibility?! Ashy felt her breathing quicken, she needed to get out of here. Now.

The young girl basically jumped to her feet as soon as Mr Marino's had finished his speech. She needed time to think, space to breath. She barely heard Freya's apology as she went off to meet Scott. Probably for more kissing, Ashy thought darkly. She had a feeling this was going to something she was going to have to bare in mind when it came to Freya; her power. Making a mental note to knock before entering her own room, Ashy pushed through the crowd of people. She wasn't in the mood for talking, not yet. Not until she'd thought about her plan of action. Outside was where she needed to be, in the fresh air.

Through her daze of confusion, Ashy vaguely noted that the front lawn had already been littered with cigarette's. People were so ignorant. Ashy thought to herself; they'd only been here five minutes and they were already making the place look untidy. Ashy sighed and headed for the forest; she could hide in there, just for a little while. No one would find her there.

Ashy turned her attention back to the reason she was running; the fact she was house captain. Not only that, she had three of the rightly named Fearsome Five in her house. What's more, she was supposed to, what did the Headmaster say, Keep them in line?! Had this man ever met Cor Quellen?! Keeping her in line would be like trying to control a hurricane. Impossible. With her and her little buddies alongside her, there was no way in hell Ashy was going to enjoy being in class, let alone trying to Lead them.

Ashy tried to think of the postive's as she walked through the undergrowth, twigs snapping beneath her feet. She had Ali in her house, She tried to get inside your head a lot, but it was at least tolerable. Then there was Skye, she sensed there may be a few people that wouldn't be too happy about the young girl spending so much time with the pyro. Zac Barnes being one of them. She also had Laindon, he was a nice enough boy, Ashy decided. None of these positive thoughts were detracting her attention away from the anxiety she felt about having to keep Cor and the others in line. Ashy felt tears well in her eyes, there was no way she was going to do this; at least not for long. The young girl was scared, so scared.

That's when she heard it, the faint sound of a guitar being played. It was a beautiful sound and it was a nice distraction from the thoughts she'd just been having. She followed the sound, which led her to a clearing. Ashy stared across it to see the silhouette of a young man, stooped over a guitar. It took the young blonde a moment to realise it was Zac. He couldn't see her like this, all teary eyed and fretting...it was embarrassing to say the least. Ashy retraced herself back into the tree's. Suddenly she heard a twig snap behind her as she stepped on it. The sound rung across the clearing and was sure to catch Zac's attention. Oh no.

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Drake absolutely loved the sensitive reactions Lulu had to his touch and his presence. Sure, he knew he’d have a certain effect, and he knew precisely how to get it, but there was something special about the hitch in her breath, the parting of her lips, the way her heart sped up. Then there was body language. The way she sort of melted in his embrace, and the vibrant red on her cheeks. It livened up her otherwise pale face and he suddenly felt this extreme urge to kiss her. He didn’t, of course he didn’t – now was not the time – but he couldn’t say it was easy to ignore this pull. What the hell was wrong with him? Drake was good with women, and he knew how to get things his way, but he’d always been equally good at resisting his own wants, whenever he wanted to, granted, and now with Lulu
 he shouldn’t even find her this drawing right now! She was sweaty, pale, still trembling softly. Her head was redder than anything else right now, he could tell her body barely had any energy and
 well, honestly, he’d never been a “fuck in the toilet” kind of guy. Sure, he’d done it, when drunk, but other than that? Nah. Wasn’t his thing.

When Lulu spoke, her words slurred, he only made out the “by myself”-part of it, and guessed his way to the rest by the way she was weakly trying to push him away. He didn’t budge. Not because he wanted to “prove his strength” or some other macho bullshit, but because she needed his help, and she was getting it whether she wanted to or not. Besides, it’d only really been a half-hearted attempt. Drake was starting to get a good feeling of how Lulu felt, but he still wasn’t sure. The way it actually made him happy instead of just coldly amused, though, intrigued and worried him at the same time. What on earth was going on with him? “No you can’t,” he told her, the quality of her speech even, telling him that she should just take his help. Stubborn women. Huh, Lulu and Cor had something in common there, and
 why the hell was he comparing Lulu and Cor? Yep, he was not getting any sleep tonight whatsoever.

A wry smile curved his lips at her reply to him asking if she could walk. He turned them around to face the door to make her path easier, before easing his grip so that she could easily step away from him, if able, and he could easily catch her, should a problem occur. “Fine,” he then said, slight laughter in his voice. He found her amusing even now. Her stubborn sassiness was incredibly entertaining considering her situation and the state of her body. He didn’t comment on her “pity”-bit. He didn’t feel a need to. Firstly, he didn’t pity her – he was concerned. Those were two very different things, but he wasn’t going to outright tell her how he felt when he wasn’t even sure himself. Of course he couldn’t be in love with her or anything equally insane. He didn’t feel that strongly, ever. Well
 once, but it had been more of a stupid teenage crush if he had to be completely honest.

When Lulu moved from his arms, drake remained alert and focused on the blonde in front of him. Her gaze was unsteady and he kept pace directly behind her just in case. He didn’t much care for the way she was swaying, like her body wasn’t doing what she wanted it to. Damn it, what the hell had she been doing to herself? Suddenly she sped up, hurrying to support at the sinks, and he didn’t move to stop her. For a moment there, he’d wanted to, but part of him also felt like he had to give her a chance. However, she didn’t move, he decided to check on her, and most likely carry her to her room. He only made it a single step before her voice cut him off, and Drake sighed, turning his eyes skywards. A lot of girls would be more than happy to see this sort of care from him directed at themselves; would have adored him carrying him around like they were precious treasures, but Lulu? Lulu was so stubborn he didn’t doubt it’d be the death of her. Her begging forced another sigh from his lips and he felt himself caving in. “Okay,” he said reluctantly, “but if you fall even once, I’ll take you directly to Miss Roerig and you can spend the day in the Medical Room. “ He added in well-meant warning.

He smirked when she ended up clinging to his side just to stay upright and he hooked an arm around her waist, keeping soft body gently pressed against his firm one in a now confident grip meant to keep her erect. He chuckled when she commented on his alcohol. “Funny how people always seem unable to buy their own booze,” he dryly commented, then shook his head and began guiding her out of the bathroom. “I don’t recall ever having an alcohol-induced hang-over, so I can’t say I have a cure on that one, but a power-hangover? It’s different from person to person, but looking at you, you need a whole lot of cold water, a lot of sleep and some yoghurt, not necessarily in that order. “ Then he smirked down at her. “Of course, not over-working yourself in the first place might also help.” He said teasingly.

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Drake’s warning earned him a roll of her eyes. Lulu swallowed back her discomfort as she held onto him, feeling the weight of her poor decision making the day before hit her. Jack was right to have told her off for pushing herself too hard. Drake seemed to reinforce the idea with his words and she swallowed her pride lowly, keeping her chin tucked as Drake answered her questions about his hangover experiences.

“I will not do this to myself again unless I’m defending myself,” she decided in thought, knowing full well that it may happen again all too soon given those parameters.

“Funny how people always seem unable to buy their own booze,” Drake commented, his smile pulling wryly at his lips into a subtle smirk again. “I am more than able. I wanted to see if you were attentive and realized it was missing,” she rebutted, smiling lowly to herself. “You never did blame me either.” Lulu licked her lips and tried to contain the grin she wanted to express. The feel of his hand against her side was pleasant and though she was severely ticklish he didn’t seem to trigger it. She leaned into his side, her head slightly leaning into his shoulder. She couldn’t help but let her right hand wrap about his lower back, if only to support herself and to keep from looking awkward with one hand stuck between them.

She proceeded to asking him about his experience with hangovers, nearly begging him for a cure. Drake of all people had to know something. Fortunately he had some semblance of an idea. Lulu could sense his amusement and while her pride was suffering he was still holding her up and he was touching her for something like the first time. And it was deliberate, unlike the only previous time when she’d stumbled in step while he walked behind her. Drake had had to reach out for the wall and her shoulder to stop himself from bowling her over. It had been like a static shock ran through her body the first time it happened. Lulu couldn’t help but want to be around him now. He was the brother of a girl who terrorized her. He was dark and mysterious and a manwhore and yet she was curious about him. Things had always been different when they had lived close to each other in Noctrem and had their midnight conversations. He was almost a different person to her. She could see past the cover, the social aspect of who he was. Hell, she could even look past who went in and out of his bedroom, or Erin’s screams that seemed to resonate through the halls every week or two. She liked him and she didn’t know why. For him to be there was like finding gold today, especially since they had never truly been seen or hung out together during the day.

“I don’t recall ever having an alcohol-induced hang-over, so I can’t say I have a cure on that one, but a power-hangover? It’s different from person to person, but looking at you, you need a whole lot of cold water, a lot of sleep and some yoghurt, not necessarily in that order,” he explained to her. The idea of anything cold was thrilling. It seemed likely to be the best medicine for what she felt, as coffee had been swell while she was sipping but had otherwise done nothing.

Of course, Lulu’s mind wandered. "A whole lot of cold water. I could use a decent shower. And he’s here. Would he stick around for that?" Her own mind made her blush violently.

“Of course, not over-working yourself in the first place might also help.” He said, his voice slightly belittling. Lulu found herself slightly startled. His voice brought her back into the present and away from her mind’s wanderings. Absently she rubbed at her eyes, feeling how tired she was again as they moved to exit. “Yes but such logic didn’t strike me in the moment,” she said with a sigh.

Then hallway felt fresher and the air was cooler. A trio of boys stood offside and looked at her as if she was dirty for disturbing their space. Lulu frowned and shook her head, keeping her attention focused on the wonderful young man who still hadn’t left her.

“Where are the showers in this school?” she wondered aloud. As they moved she was quieter, focusing intently on moving her feet and remaining coordinated. Her steps were slowly than she would have liked but her footing was surer than it had been in the washroom. She didn’t rush herself and luckily she found it easy to keep up with Drake’s stride.

“That or a pool sounds really good right about now,” she commented. “If you could get me to either, that would be...I'd be so grateful. And I’ll probably need help,” Lulu added, looking up at him and wondering just what he was thinking. The idea of being drenched in cold water was nearly sobering in and of itself. The idea of it make her mind perk up a little. It was certainly easier to stand straight given the images her mind was conjuring. “Bad, bad bad,” she thought to herself. “He’d love to know what you’re thinking wouldn’t he?”

“If I could just sit under the water, even clothed,” she started, pausing as her left foot caught on a raised tile. Stumbling a little, Lulu corrected her footing and continued. “That sounds like heaven on earth.

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Miss Amy Roerig

During the assembly, Amy let her eyes roam the grand hall, observing the students, trying to get an impression of the overall opinion on this entire ordeal. Leo had spent a lot of time in his office this past week, sorting everything out, which meant they hadn’t seen each other as much as she would have like, since spending several hours in your boss’ office at a time might call on some unwanted attention. She was quite aware that some already had their suspicions, which made the matter of publicity even more urgent. Better to tell people themselves, than to have rumours spreading, and considering the students they had just let in, it was probably going to happen sooner rather than later. With that thought, Amy’s gaze went from Amber, to Drake, to Theo
 people from Noctrem she could imagine finding out about her and Leo. Sure, she didn’t think Theo was a bad kid, but she dreamt about Leo a lot of the time, although she supposed the most he could grasp from that, would be her infatuation with the gorgeous headmaster. Then again, who said Theo even had an interest in watching her or anyone’s dreams?

She instantly stored away those thoughts and her gaze moved on, now resting on the house captains being announced in turn. Her heart ached for poor Ashleigh, who was going to have a very tough time being captain in her house. She could almost see the poor girl turning paler by the second. She obviously hadn’t missed the fact that she had several of the most troublesome kids to deal with; Corentine Quellen, Erin Hawthorne, and Addison Lawler. Sure, they weren’t all bad people, but they were definitely more
 wild, than average. To her knowledge, Sky and Scott weren’t the quietest of guys either, but she couldn’t recall them causing any severe troubles. However, that much could change. Then came Ben as captain of Causton , and well, Amy couldn’t really see that lasting long. He wasn’t exactly the most school-invested kind. Then came Bethany, and Amy felt a soft, unnoticeable sigh emit from her lips. That girl had to figure out herself and feel comfortable with that, able to take responsibility for her own life before she could start taking charge of anything else.

When Leo drew out Drake’s name for captain of Tyms, Amy’s eyes widened slightly, her gaze landing on said male. He looked more or less completely indifferent. Thinking about it, maybe Leo should have just decided on captains to make sure no disasters were chosen. The way it looked to her now, none of the captains were ideal. Her eyes hopped back to Leo, noticing his rigidity, the way his shoulders were shrugged back tensely, his usual smile abandoned in favour of an edgy line, his features drawn tight. Watching him, she felt glad they’d somewhat resolved their argument from earlier, because she couldn’t even imagine how he’d be feeling if he’d had problems with her to top off the day. What had she been thinking, even starting the argument this morning? She knew, yes, the dream, but she still felt like mentally kicking herself. She wondered what he was s nervous about, though. Her Leo was usually such a confident man, although she suspected a situation like this one would bring anyone to the edge.

Later, occupied by watching the throng of students and teachers leave the assembly, and especially seeing Lulu rush from the hall, Amy didn’t even notice the fact that Leo had turned towards her, or even sat beside her, so when he spoke, she almost jumped, her head snapping around, eyes wide in surprise before she registered the voice, followed by her eyes finding the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. Her lips curved into a smile filled with warmth at his question, and especially in reply to the vibrant smile he was casting her way. “Well, you definitely need to unwind some,” she said teasingly, a glint in her eye telling her precisely how she’d like to do that, before continuing, “but yes, you di-“ Before she could finish the sentence, Leo was cursing, the abrupt speed of his movements almost making her head spin. She blinked a couple of times, finally closing her mouth when he began explaining. Ah, yes, the new teacher. She remembered Leo talking a bit about a new teacher. He hadn’t told her much, and she hadn’t really asked. More pressing, Noctrem-related matters had been more important at the time.

“Ah,” she merely said in understanding before he was talking again. Leo hated being late, especially when others were depending on him, she knew that, so this wasn’t exactly helping him unwind, which she greatly disliked. Why hadn’t he told her he planned on getting Chris before the assembly? She would’ve reminded him, or at least gone to get the new teacher herself. When Leo extended a hand, inviting her to come with him, Amy bit her lip delicately, peering up at him through her dark lashes. “Yeah, sure,” she said, before eyeing his hand thoughtfully. Would it hurt her more to take it only to let it go moments later, or to not take it at all? Why did he have to do that? It’s not like she couldn’t get out of a chair herself. She sighed softly, taking his hand, feeling that same, familiar electricity, however, the sensation was brief due to the fact that Leo let go the second she was on her feet and she clenched her hand, savouring the brief contact, trying to quench the longing surging through her; the urge to hold him, kiss him, to run her hands through his hair. To see love and lust for her mixing in the gray pools that were his eyes, like last night.

When he began speed walking, Amy had to half run to keep up, but sensing his urgency, she didn’t complain like she most likely would’ve at another time. After all, it’s not like he didn’t know she had much shorter legs than he. And she did fall slightly behind, only catching up with him to hear the words, “-I’m late,” and those following. She took a deep breath to steady herself, curiously moving to the side so that she was no longer hidden behind Leo, and thereby able to see the new teacher. She took in all his features, her head cocking to the side slightly in thought. He looked familiar. Only when Leo finished speaking, did her eyes widen with realization. “Chris?” she breathed in disbelief, gaping at him. “That Chris?!” She blinked several times, then shooting an accusatory look Leo’s way, she almost squealed, “why didn’t you tell me?!” With that, a massive smile took over her features and she turned her gaze on her old friend again, the impulse to hug him causing her to rush forward and wrap her arms around him, somehow feeling like that alone would make him real.

She hadn’t seen Chris since leaving Arcana all those years ago, although they’d been pretty good friends. They just hadn’t kept in touch, truthfully, maybe because she’d, you know, gone to war and all, so she had only kept contact to her closest family. Thinking about it, their current lack of communication was probably her fault, but damn, was it good to see him again. “You look old,” she murmured playfully. She remembered teasing him about how much older than her he looked, despite the fact that she was actually the oldest of the two.




Drake Quellen

Drake almost chuckled at the blush coming onto Lulu’s cheeks, wondering in which direction her mind was taking her. Something told him it probably wasn’t entirely child-friendly, and the urge to tease her about it became nearly overwhelming. She was just so
 susceptible, not that most women weren’t, but Lulu in particular could be very fun to play with, he realized. Why hadn’t he ever thought about that before? Well, if was definitely changing now. He wanted to see that red in her cheeks a lot more and he was going to strive to get it, because what Drake wanted, he procured for himself, and if there was one thing he could do, it was charm a woman out of her panties. But did he want to do that to Lulu? He mused it over. Why the hell did he ever give a shit? Normally he wouldn’t have given it a second thought, because it would be entertaining, but now he found himself wondering if she would be hurt when he left her after sleeping with her, considering if maybe he would be going too far. After all, she was a friend, one the few he actually had. Inwardly, Drake’s mind battled itself, but outwardly he maintained is usual, easy stance. It was something he’d taught himself to do quite well.

Soon, Lulu was rubbing her eyes as if trying to clear them, commenting on his slightly reprimanding words. A wry smile pulled at his lips, “ yes, that much it obvious,” he said teasingly. Yep, he was back. He wasn’t really worried anymore. She’d be fine, but
 he still didn’t understand this odd need to help and take care of her. Shrugging it off, he guided the blonde on his arm out of the men’s toilets. When he noticed the three guys giving Lulu looks, he merely raised an eyebrow in their direction, as if saying, “got a problem? Take it up with me.” Drake might not be the violent type, or the kind of guy to go headfirst into trouble as such, but he wasn’t one you wanted to mess with, and his entire demeanor screamed as much when he wanted it to, which he did in this case. He relaxed a little once the guys scurried off; obviously deciding whatever they thought of Lulu wasn’t worth any actual trouble over. When Lulu spoke, Drake’s eyes found her once more and another sly smile came onto his face. “Showers, eh?” He teased, his eyes glinting with wicked thoughts. Then he just chuckled, shaking his head. “In your bathroom,” he then finally told her.

They both grew quiet then, Drake taking care to be entirely sure she wasn’t going to stumble and hit the floor with her nose while he could do anything to stop it. After all, the floors didn’t deserve that kind of violence, right? Oh, who am I kidding? He asked himself, inwardly sighing, I don’t actually want her to stumble. But again, that made him wonder why, because there was always at least slight entertainment in people falling over their own feet. And sure, he realized Lulu means something to him, but did that mean he had to go all protective super hero? Damn it, that really usually wasn’t his style. He’d begun growing irritated with himself when Lulu spoke again, and he completely disregarded earlier thought, a devious smirk curving his lips. “Help?” He murmured, his voice deep and seductive in itself as he looked down at her. “Could be arranged.” He deliberately let his eyes roam her body. How was he supposed to try and have morals when she kept tempting him like this? Women.

Her next words made him chuckle, wicked, dark brown eyes once more giving her body their undivided attention. He easily held on to her as she half stumbled, not even stopping in his track. He had a good hold on her, and she wouldn’t be hitting the floor. All she had to do was regain her balance, and as she did, her next words following, he grinned sinfully at her, his eyes intense, his entire demeanor completely in flirt-mode. Drake pulled them both to a stop only to skillfully turn them around and gently press her slight body up against the wall, both his arms winding around her waist now, so that his heat was completely enveloping her, even as his body trapped hers between it and the wall. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured seductively, “now, what’s the fun in keeping our clothes on?” Of course, it wasn’t like Drake was actually going to have sex with her. Obviously, she wasn’t in a state capable of satisfying him properly anyways, but playing with her right now was extremely entertaining for some reason.

If he was going to fuck Lulu, it was going to be done right, and not in some stupid situation like this when she could barely walk by herself. Not that he was going to fuck her at all
 right? Yep. Friend. He’d sort of told himself not to fuck the few people he considered friends, but in that case, he really needed to stop befriending hot girls who wanted him, because it was making his life damned complicated. Again, it wasn’t like Drake couldn’t resist and keep his dick in his pants, but he was starting to think he’d really rather not. Hell, maybe that was just because he hadn’t had sex in a while. What had it been? Two? Three? Weeks. Keeping your sex-life alive when he were rooming with Cor in some motel, proved to be harder than you’d think. Thinking about it, he felt pretty sure last time had been with Erin, because Cor actually left when it was her. He suspected it had something to do with the fact that Cor knew what kind of role Drake played in her best friend’s life.

Maybe he should exert some kind of revenge on his sister. Manipulation was a gift of his, and he could definitely use Jay in some way, but then
 would using Jay be a bit too cruel? He and Cor didn’t really try to make each other miserable. Sure, they bickered like cat and dog, and they most definitely had a lot of differences, but they were still family and in some incredibly fucked up way, they did care about each other. Despite the fact that living with her had been hell. Good luck to Lauryn, was all he could say.

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As Zac turned round to see what had made the noise, Ashy panicked. He couldn't see her like this, not all teary eyed and blotchy. She quickly wiped the tears off her face and straightened done her dress as her best friend walked towards her. To hell if they were close or not, Ashy had her pride and part of that wasn't showing weakness. Ashy wasn't entirely show where she had got that mentality from, probably from her father. He had believed in keeping private business within in the walls of the house and, even though she now considered Arcana a second home, she still couldn't stand the idea of opening up to anyone.

As Zac hugged her back, she squeezed him tightly, still scared to death of the prospect of having to the majority of the Fearsome Five. The young blonde blushed when Zac referred to her as being 'his little prefect.' Trust me, it's not something I'm proud of..' She said quietly, looking down at the floor.

Ashy gave a small smile when Zac suggested making them forget things, 'Knowing Cor, that's going to be a whole bunch of occasions you're going to have to make her forget and I can't have you getting a power hangover now, can I?' She told the man next to her. She had known Zac since the two of them had started at Arcana and they were great friends. He looked for her whenever she got into a spot of trouble and she....tried to do the same. Ashy had never been one for confrontation, so instead she looked out for him in a more maternal way. Making sure he didn't use his powers too much, that he wasn't falling too behind in class, that sort of thing. 'No symbol bashing, I've told you this before' Ashy smiled as she gave Zac a mock disapproving look.

The young blond shook her head when Zac asked her if she had any requests, 'Not really, something... light and floaty, to much the tree's.' She laughed, ' God, I talk so much rubbish.' She gave a small giggle as she sat down next to Zac and listened to him play.

Ashy noticed that Zac seemed...vacant whilst he was playing. Ashy had noticed this was something that seemed to happen a lot, for no apparent reason. Zac just kinda...zoned out for a few minutes. She wondered what he was thinking about. The pair were close, really close in fact, but Ashy also felt like he was holding something back from her. She'd never asked him, figuring that when he was ready, he would tell her...

Ashy jumped when Zac cried out in pain, she gave a small smile, 'that's what you got for daydreaming' She told her best friend ruffling his hair with one of her hands. 'Here.' She said, taking one of the clean tissues out of her pocket and handing it to him, 'that one's getting a bit bloody' She said, referring to the tissue in the guitarists hand.

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People were all talking about the assembly. Or at least, the people who went were. Jade, however, was leaning against a wall near the back of the school, a joint hanging from her lips as she enhaled the oh-so-amazing smoke. At the moment, she didn't have a care in the world to the fact that she had detention for who knows how long, or that she'd probablyjust put herself on Marnios' hit list for the year by being one of those delinquents from Noctrem, but hey, what can you do? Jade had never been one of those...good...people. Good people were boring.

Now...if only Jade could find Addi. The two of them needed to do...stuff. And maybe later they'd bump into Cor and Erin and Bells. Then the five of them could really get the fun started. Well...it would be fun for them anyways.

Through her blue-green eyes, at that moment, the world seemed...different. It was weird, but at the same time, it was a good thing. It was like there was a glow around anything and everthing and there seemed to be voices in her head, though, that wasn't saying much. There always seemed to be voices in her head. Maybe she was going insane. Or maybe that had happened a long time ago and she'd just never noticed.
Leaning her head back against the brick wall, she let out a sigh and put one leg up, her foot against the brick. To be quite honest, part of her was sort of wondering what consequences would lay ahead if she just didnt show up to her detentions....


(I know this is really really sort and I'm sorry for that. But, I've barely slept since the Game friday night and my brains sort of fried and I'm at a loss for inspiration. Again, sorry. I just wanted to get something up.)

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Ashy smiled at Zac as he talked about bleeding to death 'Oh stop being so melodramatic' She told the male, rolling her eyes and swatting his arm, 'you'll be fine the cuts not that deep.' She chuckled, looking down at the males finger. She did care about Zac, a lot, but she saw the male more as a brother than anything else. Zac was one of her oldest friends, in fact the first time they'd met had been on the very first day of Arcana. Ashy had been scared to death and he'd come bounding up to her, all charm and smiles, and introduced himself to her. There friendship had stayed pretty much solid ever since.

She rolled her eyes again when Zac told her owed a memory wipe. 'You don't owe me anything, stupid. Besides, you know i'm not a fan of your.....jiggery pokery.' She said, gesturing at Zac's head and general torso area. The blonde had no problem with anybody's powers in general, she just didn't like any of them really being used on her, although she knew it was more than likely that people like Jack, who could control emotions, had used his power on her at the odd party or two, to make her a bit more....fun? That man was like her own personal alochol, Ashy decided with a small smile.

Ashy gave a small giggle when Zac told her the song could be appropriate to the situation that she was currently facing. 'I don't want them dead Zac,' She chuckled, 'I just want them to disappear for a while....' She said looking down at hands which were now placed in her lap. The fear that had washed over the young blonde when she had been she was going to be 'in charge' of Cor and her chums was still there, but she was a lot more clear headed about the situation now, she didn't know whether it was being outside or with Zac but she knew exactly what she had to do. She was going to give it a try because, it was, for all intents and purposes, a great opportunity. Although she didn't really agree with the way Mr Marino's had picked the captains, she was a great believer in fate. Maybe the oppurtunity would do her some good. Besides, Arcana had become her home and she had come to trust the staff here. She was sure if she had that bad a problem, she could go and talk to one of them.

Suddenly, Ashy heard a crackling of leaves behind her. She spun round quickly to see the retreating back of another figure she recognised. Ben. Now Ben was an entirely story that made no sense whatsoever. He was from Noctrem, so the blonde had only him for little over a month. Yet, she felt like she'd knew him years. They had clicked almost instantly and there was just this... spark between them that neither of them had ever talked about but both knew existed, but why? Ashy supposed they were both to scared to ruin what they already had.

The sound of the long grass being moved draw Ashy's attention away from the confusing mess that was Ben to a girl that was striding purposely across the forest. Ashy recognised as Erin, one of the girls from her house. She looked pissed, Ashy decided now was not the best time to introduced herself as house captain.

'Jesus christ, it's like Piccadilly Cirus round here, wait here.' She told Zac, following in the direction of the retreating Ben. When she got closer, she called out the boy's name, when he didn't respond, she put herself into a jog and stopped herself her infront of him.

'Hey, what's up, huh?' She asking the Auburn headed male, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, concern etching her face.

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Miss Amy Roerig

Amy’s ire had been building gradually as they made their way to Leo’s office. She was riling herself up because, well, passion was rushing through her and it was the wrong kind
 initially. She was slowly converting all of it to anger, her violet eyes sparkling with it. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so turned on my Leo. He hadn’t touched her. He’d been rude. He’d ordered her around! But part of her loved his possessiveness, his need to have her as his alone. However stupid he was being about it, it only showed her how much she meant to her. No one had ever felt jealousy with her before, and it was heartwarming now that the one man she wanted above all others, was reacting like this for her. She wouldn’t accept it though, so just like people would convert hurt into anger, Amy was doing it with her arousal. Of course it was only temporarily distracting her from the way her body was responding. It couldn’t just be his jealousy, could it? No. It must be her body still being wired after their first night of love-making. She’d gone without sex for 5 years prior to yesterday, and even before, no one had ever compared to Leo. Her body heated and sparked electricity for him, and him alone.

Once the two reached Leo’s office, she was so pissed she didn’t even know what to say. She had her back to him as she stopped in the middle of the room, mentally trying to count to ten instead of screaming like a goddamned banshee the second she opened her mouth. She whirled around when she heard the click of the lock, her eyes narrowed on him; a scorching glare. She’d only just decided on what to say when he began walking towards her, and her lips fell apart silently, breath caught in her throat. The way his body moved mesmerized her, the way his gray eyes were gleaming with possessive intent, completely dumbfounded her and all she could do was stare in anticipation of his next move. So much for taking control and scolding him. She was still angry, though, but part of her was excited, for some reason she had yet to decipher. Her mind was too blurry with anger and desire warring for dominion over h body.

Before she knew it, Leo had an arm around her, his body capturing her against she wall. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, his first kiss brief. She kept her own in a thin line, refusing to kiss him back, still glaring up at him. He didn’t seem to notice though, as his lips swept down to take hers once more. Her stubborn resistance was short-lived, his lips eager and so purposefully working on hers. Her lips parted on a breathy sigh only moments later, her lips finally embracing his in a searing, possessive kiss. She felt like he might as well be growling, mine, and it was so erotic, his passion spurring her own arousal. Her arms snaked around his neck of their own accord, her hands working themselves into his hair, clenching him to her. His arm was tightening around her, and she absolutely loved it, caught in his spell once more. All too soon, the kiss ended, leaving them both breathless. She peered up at him, eyes filled with passion, her body having melted against his so easily.

Her eyes fluttered closed when he gently caressed her face, her lips still parted. The young brunette was panting softly, the touch of Leo’s hand sending another shot of electric tingles through her veins. She could hardly think, and it only got harder as his lips began moving on her skin. She took a deep breath, trying to remember what they were talking about. Her hands were fisting in his hair, her mind fighting to clear the fog. “Mmm
” she murmured, a moment of half lucidity hitting her. Her eyes fluttered open even as she tilted her head slightly to allow his mouth all the access it needed. Felt so good. “Can’t think
” she told him, her voice breathy as ever. She needed him to stop so she could remember what she was angry about, but instead, as his lips moved to a particularly soft spot on her neck, she moaned softly, her eyes closing once more. “Don’t stop
 want you
 need you
” she instead murmured. Her right leg moved to half-clasp his bottom, moving them closer to each other. Gods, one touch and he had her curled around his little finger. Was she that weak? Was she just going to let him get away with everything as long as he was kissing it all better? Was that all it took with her?

No. No way. Anger flaring briefly once more, Amy pushed Leo away from her, her leg leaving his behind immediately. She took a deep breath, trying to quench the unyielding desire rolling through her. Trying to keep herself from throwing her slight form into his arms once more. She clenched her hands at her sides as she finally looked up at him, her eyes fiery with passion; of both anger and arousal. “A kiss to make it all better, huh?” she said, wanting her voice to be cold and angry, but instead the words came out throaty as if a bedroom whisper. She leaned against the wall, trying to make her legs stop quivering with want. “Gods, Leo, you can’t just
 can’t just treat people like that and expect me to be all forgiveness the next second! What the hell do you have to be so jealous about, anyway?!” Her anger was returning, as if trying to reach the same level as her arousal. Something she didn’t believe possible. “Chris is a friend. And damn it, he’s been a good one!” She didn’t know why she was swearing. She never really did. Not even when angry, but she supposed her brain was just in so much turmoil she didn’t know how to react properly.




Drake Quellen

Drake only raised an eyebrow when Erin stormed past, the blonde in his arms going positively rigid, her entire body tensing at the presence of the clearly pissed off Erin. Then he sighed, spotting the alarm in Lulu’s eyes. He had a very qualified idea as to the why here, and he couldn’t blame her. He’d probably be slightly worried if he was in her position. But then, again, as he’d often reasoned, Lulu brought this all down on herself. Everyone knew not to mess with the bitch squad. Well, unless your name was Drake Quellen, in which case you could do whatever the hell you felt like. Sometimes being the brother of the school top psycho bitch was quite rewarding. Sometimes it was incredibly irritating. But most of the time Drake chose to look at the bright side of things. Not that he thought people wanted to get on his bad side. That was the thing about Drake, he didn’t show anger. Rarely even showed irritation and his constant inability to feel stronger emotions, made him an enigma to most people. A lot of people didn’t dare try and cross him, because no one had any idea what’d happen. Most people suspected he could be his sister times ten.

Those people were wrong. Drake could be so, so much worse than that. That he didn’t want to be, or cared to be in any way, did not remove the fact from existence. It would take something extra ordinary to bring about that side of him. It had only happened once before, and well, it had not been pretty. The big fat fact here, however, was that he simply never gave enough of a shit to be angered. His eyes could hint at the darkness lurking within, whenever he wanted them to, and it was enough to scare people off. More than enough. His dark eyes, usually lit with humour or seductive intent – often both, could turn menacing and cold the second he wanted them to. After all, he was a master of deceit it nothing else. He shook out of his reverie, only to ask Lulu about her room number, and only have a slight nod in response. When she curled up closer in his arms, he tightened his hold on her, that protectiveness coming over him; the same he’d felt when he’d given those kids at the bathroom a good look at his eyes at their worst. How odd.

Once they reached the right room, Drake listened to Lulu before a smirk came to decorate his handsome features. In reality, inside, Drake was considering his options. He could go fuck Erin dry against the nearest tree, if she was where he thought she’d be. And she usually was. Or he could bathe the sick, greenish-pale girl in his arms. Why was that such a hard decision? The answer should be easy; a good fuck. But this odd, new part of him wanted to take care of Lulu; make sure that she was alright. But was he going to listen? No way. Besides, he shouldn’t encourage Lulu. He’d only end up coldly breaking her heart because he could never feel for her what she did for him. Right? Right. And Erin needed him to calm herself, anyway. She couldn’t be the only one in the forest and she’d appeared on the verge of a serious rage right then. At least, that’s how he justified his decision to himself. He might just be horny. He didn’t ponder it further, not really caring to. “I like you all sick and green,” he teased her before easing her down onto her feet. Then the male opened the door, only slightly surprised to find it unlocked. Did no one ever steal things around here?

That was just weird. Ah well. He guided Lulu inside, giving the room a once over before finding a door leading to the bathroom. He helped her in there before brushing a strand of hair out of her face, giving her a dazzling smile. “I’ve got somewhere I need to be, love, but I’ll come back to check on you afterwards, alright? Besides, you don’t really want me to help you out here.” He gave her a sly smile. “I might not be able to keep my hands to myself.” He turned to the shower stall, seeing shampoo and such already there. It’d have to do. Looking around he quickly found a cupboard with towels. Did he care that this belonged to someone else? Not even a little. Besides, he’d just buy Alli new stuff if she had a problem. He drew one out and put it on the toilet. “There, you should be alright for now. And get some sleep afterwards, okay? I’ll bring food when I come back.” He turned to look her over skeptically. She looked better than she had earlier at least. Feeling certain she could handle herself for now, he gave her a gentle hug. “And don’t worry about Erin. I’ll take care of it.” With that, he left her, heading for the forest. And he didn’t feel guilty. Nope. Not at all. Not even a little. Nuh uh. Sort of. He immediately shook it off, inwardly frowning at this.

As he walked to that specific spot in the forest where he’d spent time with Erin more than once this past month, he spotted others. Didn’t pay it much mind, however. His mind was plenty occupied. Besides, none of them were all that interesting right now. None of them were doing anything outrageous, and even if they were
 well, hot, animalistic sex with Erin topped that any day. Once he reached his destination, spotting blonde hair, he smiled wryly. He rested his shoulder on a tree and leaned against it, hands in his pockets as he watched her, all masculinity. That same, male aura that attracted so many women to the cold man. “What’d the trees ever do to you?” He commented, his tone playful and already seductive. Not that Erin would need any coaxing, but hey, you couldn’t just kill a habit like that.

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Corentine Quellen

The blonde was in a peculiar mood as she walked along the hallways, pondering her situation with Jay. Again, they’d had sex. Hot, passionate sex. The kind she’d only ever had with him. But though her body melted for him, and her heart was doing backflips every time she was with him, her mind was still holding back. She sighed, shaking her head as she reached her room, the red suitcase at her heels. If that door was locked, she was going to blow it apart. Because though Cor had just had amazing sex, her mood was far from good. In fact, she had no idea how to define it. All she knew was that she was going to take it out on someone. Yep, that definitely always helped her mood. Hell, she was probably going to fuck around like a whore tonight just to show Jay that she wasn’t his. Not that she didn’t want to be – she just didn’t want him to know it. Gods, when did her life become so fucking complicated? She reached out a hand, testing the doorknob and finding it unlocked. She took a deep breath, almost disappointed that she didn’t get to break something.

And what was with Erin not texting her back about that damned assembly of Marinos’? As she pondered this, she dragged her suitcase inside and took a look around her, her gaze flickering around the room. It was pretty obvious which side belonged to her, so that was always something
 she supposed. And well, the room wasn’t the worst she’d ever stayed in, so long as Lauryn didn’t prove a total pain. She pushed the door closed with her heel, moving to sit at the edge of the stripped bed. Running a hand through her curly mane, Cor frowned slightly. It wasn’t like Erin not to text when she promised to, and that had her wondering what was going on. Was she okay? Hell, of course she was. Erin was a tough girl. Satisfied with that short deduction, she drew out her iPhone, texting Addie


Which do-gooder did’ya get, babe? ;)


She left it at that, sending more or less identical ones to Bells and Jade. She didn’t give enough of a fuck to go check herself. Besides, she wanted her girlfriends’ takes on their new roommates. She had a feeling not all of them would be too pleased, and she was more than willing to help out in that department. Which now had her wondering if any of them had attended the assembly. She had a feeling interesting information had been given out. Ah well, she’d nag Drake later if it became a problem. Guy had a brain like a sponge, and he would’ve taken notice of everything. Because that was her brother. Growing restless, she changed into this, deciding to see if she could go find something to better her mood. Despite popular belief, Cor didn’t exactly enjoy being in a bad mood. In fact, sometimes she’d rather go back to before she’d even met Jay again, go back to the girl she’d been then. She hated the way he was fucking with her mind and emotions.

Hitting the halls, Cor soon spotted a darkhaired male exiting the teacers’ wing. He looked young. And hot. Like, tall, dark and handsome hot. She gave him an observant once over. New teacher? Or a boyfriend to one of the female teachers? Only one way to find out, Cor, she thought to herself, soon finding herself following this guy. Keeping quiet was a talent of hers, and she proudly discovered that he didn’t notice her at all. Probably because ever since she’d discovered sound was carried by air, she’d been practicing making herself soundless. Or, more so, manipulating sound to go in the opposite direction of the person she was following, or sneaking up on. What did people have powers for, if not to find new ways of using them at all times? She endeavoured to get most possible out of her powers. Once they reached the forest, Cor rolled her eyes. Forest in heels? Sure, why not. She grudgingly noted to herself. She considered briefly to just turn around and leave the guy alone, but decided against it in the end.

Cor didn’t pay much attention to the others in the forest, mostly because she considered them all more or less beneath her notice. When he stopped to tie his shoe laces way out of sight from the others, Cor let a smirk pass over her lips, tilting her head to watch his bottom. Not bad. She quietly moved closer, before deciding to lean her back against a tree a little behind and off to the side from him. Then a thought crossed her mind. Time to say hello, baby, she mused, a devilish, sexy grin coming onto her face as she let the wind rustle around in the leaves behind him. When he turned around immediately, battle position at the ready, she chuckled. “Just the wind, love. Nothing all that scary about it. Yet.” Oh, she had a feeling this was going to be fun. “In fact, now that I think about it, it’s been a while since it was last scary.” She pursed her lips, her eyes travelling over him. He seemed sort of familiar, now that she had him in perfect view. Not that she let it be seen on her face.

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Addi rests her head for a minute against the tree and then her phone buzzes. She quickly grabs it, and opens up the text, chuckling a bit.

Which do-gooder did’ya get, babe? ;)


Addi grins and texts back, her fingers flying across the keyboard

Sweet old, Eleanor Carson... Swear, that poor girl will be so scarred...


Addi places her phone down and begins to strum her guitar, the chords to Wonderwall by Oasis come to her mind first and she begins to play that. Boring as this place was, Addi had to give credit, it was peaceful. The forest had good hiding places, the buildings were sturdy, and the architecture was brilliant. Of course, even with all that said, it still was a dump mostly due to the goody two shoes. Oh well. Mostly likely, the girl would end up ignoring everyone, or just mess with everyone's heads for the most part.

She would try not to think of Jaysin of course... or the drama that would go on between her and Cor, that come with her even talking to Jaysin... She sighs, trying to put the thought out of her head.

The words to Wonderwall were slowly passing through her lips, "I don't believe anybody feels the way I do, about you now..."


[[short post, sorry.]]

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Leo thought he had won. He had thought he was going to get out of this without having to deal with any anger from his girlfriend. By the way that she was wrapping herself around him, welcoming his lips, and grasping a hold of his hair, how could he think any different? The immortal male was almost beginning to forget that Amy had been angry with him in the first place, and his trail of thought was moving just onto her; about taking her, right here in his office, proving to her again that she was his. Everything that he could think of was her - Amy Roerig filled his mind, his heart, and every single one of his senses with thoughts of her. Her touch, her scent, her love... it clouded his mind, much to his enjoyment.

However, that enjoyment was short lived, by the atmosphere in the room suddenly taking a turn for the worst. Amy suddenly snapped, pushing him away from her, unraveling herself quickly from his body. Leonardo just looked at her, his expression filled with confusion and worry; one moment ago, she had been begging for him, wanting him, panting his name, and now, she was pushing him away, and had started shouting at him. He was just... confused. He hadn't felt things like this before, had never experienced them before - and now, this was his first experience with the girlfriend angry at jealousy. Yeah, he definitely didn't want to be here again. Amy looked almost scary, her expression full of anger, her eyes baring deep into his own. She had even swore! Leo's eyes widened as that "damn" came out of her lips; Amy never swore. Ever. Oh dear, he had truly annoyed her this time.

"Amy, I'm sorry." Leo's voice was calm and cool as he tried to reason with the angry brunette woman in front of him, taking a step back from her. He didn't want to be within arms reach of her, in case she decided to lash out at him in a moment of blind fury. "I didn't mean to, I just didn't like you being so close to another man like that. I've never had a woman for my own, Amy. I've never been able to look at a girl, and call her mine. In a thousand years, feeling this for the first time has made me a little possessive, I see that. Please, please don't be angry at me, baby." Leo was almost pleading with the woman, taking a small step back towards her, with his arms outstretched. He wanted her back in his arms again, but this time, he wasn't going to force it. He was going to wait for her to come to him.





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Erin could feel her anger rising with every passing second, her hands beginning to shake more and more, that horrible red haze beginning to cloud over her eyes; when she was in this sort of mood, she was barely human, that primal, feral side of her taking over. She was more like a hungry rabid dog, than a girl once her powers truly took over. Sometimes, it got so bad, that she didn't even remember what had happened when she had been taken over; it was as if she was being taken over by a different force, a different being. Something pushed back that human side of her and in it's place set down a primal being, who's only thoughts are based around blood and fear. Not feeling fear, but creating it. She was a scary being, once her powers took over - more scary that a pissed off Corentine, it had been said before. Which was why the girl had ran away from it all, run outside to her secluded place in the forest; somewhere she wouldn't be able to harm anyone.

The blonde just couldn't believe how Keirol had just pushed her off like that, brushed her off as if she really was just some strange girl in the corridors that he had never met, spoken to, or even seen before. Not the girl that laid in his bed most nights, curled up with him, laying there contently without any sort of physical activity on her mind. Not the girl that he had trusted enough to have given her his most precious possession, to keep close to her heart, always. Her hand came up to clasp the sword dangling around her neck, the pendant that her "boyfriend" had given her as a gift a few nights prior. She tried to go back to that moment, to how happy she had felt when Keirol had placed the pendant around her neck, telling her that he loved her, but she could no longer feel the happiness. No, now all Erin could feel was rage, when she looked at his face. The face that held those eyes that had recently looked straight through her, as if she hadn't been there at all.

There was a rustling behind her, a noise the girl tried to ignore. Probably a bird or a rabbit or something. She thought to herself, shaking her head, trying to bring herself out of that moment, and to put her mind in a quiet, more peaceful place. However, then, a voice resounded around her, shattering her silence; a deep, seductive voice that almost made a shiver run through the blonde's body. That's no rabbit. Erin took in a few deep breaths as she felt herself growing more and more vicious, that primal side of her wanting to take her over, to take full control of her body. It had been ages since she had been this angry, and Erin was slightly cautious of even Drake being around her right now. Usually, Drake Quellen was the boy that she was run to when she was feeling angry, to stop herself from getting this close to the edge, but he was rather late this time at finding her, and she was almost too close to the edge of sanity to be able to stop herself from turning. It was already beginning to happen; her shaking was almost uncontrollable, her breathing ragged.

Erin whipped around after a few seconds, her change almost complete. The rage inside her was almost at the point of explosion; her body shaking with anger. The blonde's eyes were now black, black with hate, and anger, and rage, and murderous intent towards the man that had hurt her like this, and to anyone that decided to get in her way. She was almost at complete strength, holding herself onto sanity as long as possible, grasping onto that tiniest bit of humanity that she muster. "Drake..." She breathed, her voice strained, and shaky. She hated feeling this close to slipping, this close to falling out of her own consciousness, and into the mind of the beast. Drake would help her; he had to.

He just had to.

Suddenly, Erin threw her head back, her inside battle growing harder and harder, allowing the beast within to come out for a moment, her eyes flashing red, signifying that she was no longer in control of her own body. She felt herself snarl in the direction of the man who had come along to find her, before a sadistic grin flickered across her lips. "Oh look, Drake. Come along to stop me, have you? To "calm me down?" Please, you think you can stop me, you puny, impudent little fool. Unlike her, I'd rather not --" Erin's head once again was thrown backwards and her eyes changed back, flashing red again briefly, again showing a change in control over the body of the blonde girl. Erin's primal part was growing stronger, beginning to take over. She hated asking for help, especially from someone so cruel and sarcastic about everything, but Drake was the one person that Erin was able to trust to help her, to save her, when she was in this sort of state.

"Help me."





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Well, that conversation with Beth and Spencer had gone, oh so well, in Jackson's eyes. That was a bit of an overstatement. After he had mentioned there being a party that night, there had been a silence. And it hadn't been one of those nice, comfortable silences that he enjoyed. No, it had been a horrible, awkward silence between the three of them. Jackson had stood there with his hands in his pockets for about a minute with no reply from the blonde girl that he had been in a relationship with, or his new science-infatuated roommate, before he had decided that there wasn't going to be a conversation between the three of them anytime soon. So, he had quickly excused himself, telling them to "think about it," before walking off, quickly.

The Irish man hadn't known what to do, and had spent the best part of half an hour walking around the gardens of the school. He had been hoping to spot at least one of his friends; maybe McKenna, Ashy or Julie around somewhere, but to no such luck. He hadn't seen anyone; it was like the grounds of the school was a cemetery. Maybe it was because all of the Arcana students were helping their new Noctrem roommates settle into their new quarters, making them feel all at home and what not. Jackson wondered if he should have gone back inside and spoken to Spencer, offered to help him up to their new shared room and help him settle in. But, seeing how their last conversation had gone, the man had decided against it.

Now, Jackson was walking through the hallways of the school, slowly making his way back to his bedroom. He had decided that waiting there for Spencer to come up would be a better idea than trying to engage the man in conversation again, and had changed his direction from that of the forest on the outskirts of the school, to the dorms on the inside. However, as he made his way along the hallway, an open door caught his eye. "Mhm, strange." He murmured to himself, his Irish accent thick through his voice. There had been conversations about a week prior, Arcana students joking about never leaving their doors open any more, because of the thieving and untrustworthy ways of the Noctrem students, so this ajar door was something that he hadn't expected to see.

As Jack peered around the corner of the door, to determine who's room it was, he noticed a bag on the floor, one he had seen many times whilst he had been growing up. Lulu and him had always used to go out on trips to the woods in the small town they once lived in, and they would take a picnic and all the essentials needed to eat, and have a day out, like a ball, and a frisbee and what ever else you'd want, in that bag. "Lu?" He called out as he made his way into the room, looking around. He could hear the shower on in the bathroom, but even through the walls, it was still possible to hear people calling on the outside. Many a time, the male had been spoken to whilst he had been in the shower, from one of his friends on the outside in his bedroom, so, it worried him a little that Lulu hadn't replied to him. He knocked on the door of the bathroom, once again calling out her name, hoping for a reply. After a minute of not getting one, he opened the door, slowly, making sure that she was decent before going inside properly.

The sight before him shocked him, and Jack moved quickly over to her side, taking her hand. "Lulu? You're like ice.... why are you showering in cold water? You'll freeze if you've been in here too long. Here. Please?" He held up a towel that had been conveniently placed close enough to the shower, so that she would be able to step out of the shower, and he could wrap it around her.

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Corentine Quellen

Cor smirked at Chris’ comment to her words. “Do you, now?” She mused aloud, slowly approaching him. She was already in a better mood. Hell, this was free therapy. Thinking over her options, Cor wondered at which route to take with this one. She could scare him, she could maim him, or she could be nice and merely make him a little uneasy with her. She liked telling people from the beginning, that she was not one to be messed with. She had gotten Marinos off of her back, and Montgomery, well
 she knew she was his favourite. All the others were dealt with easily enough. She wasn’t worried in the slightest, because they knew her well enough not to mess with her. She was not above doing to teachers what she did to students who crossed her. Cor liked power, she likes abusing her power, and she was going to make sure everyone knew it in advance. Once he introduced himself, Cor found herself cocking an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over him once more. Well, he sure did look like a PE teacher. Yum on a stick, anyone?

Something, however, in his eyes caught her attention. He looked almost wary, like she was about to discover something he didn’t want her to. Ah well, that was his deal. She was not about to dig around. She wasn’t into that stuff. It was Amber and Drake’s deal. She was more direct by far. He interest was a bit more
 palpable than someone’s past.

With his following question regarding her having ideas for a club, she flashed him a sexy, daring little smile. Was he flirting with her? “Why, Mr. PE teacher, I do believe nicknames like these could lead a girl to think you were flirting.” She said, her voice smooth and teasing, her eyes running over his body once more, clearly telling him she wouldn’t mind if he was. Mostly because, if he wasn’t flirting, he was being patronizing, and well, if the latter was the case, he wasn’t going to be a teacher here for long, which would be too bad. One couldn’t have enough man-candy. She reached him then, stopping only a meter from him, casting another gorgeous smile his way; one full of promises. Problem was, it did not tell of which kind of intentions were behind it; only that there was more than just a smile to be considered. That’s when he asked her another question, and she laughed softly. “Moi?” She started, feigned innocence in her tone. Her tone went back to its flirty, more normal ways when she continued.

“Straight to the point.” She grinned, walking close to lean in and whisper by his ear, “I like that.” Once she leaned back, she tapped her lower lip pensively with her right index finger, watching him. “Name’s Corentine Quellen, gorgeous, but you can call me Cor.” With that, the blonde smiled another alluring smile, purring, “don’t tell me they didn’t warn you in advance.” So far, she had to admit she actually liked the guy. Although, she was certain that wouldn’t last for long. He was probably one of Leo’s old goodie-goodies. Didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun until then, though. Besides, it was not like she was tied to anyone. Jay was being a jerk. A hot, irresistible jerk, but a jerk nonetheless. She didn’t like how he’d changed since he’d been at Noctrem. She had wanted to find her former boyfriend in there, and part of him was definitely present, but
 he was different. It could only be expected, sure, but that didn’t mean she liked accepting it. Didn’t mean she accepted it at all, in fact.




Miss Amy Roerig

Amy instinctively leaned into Leo’s touch as his hand brushed her cheek, her eyelids fluttering closed. His hand was warm and soft, yet callused from his time as a Spartan warrior, and it called to her, calming her mind, spreading that same warmth through her body. For some reason, even the softest and gentlest contact between them, was enough to make her respond to him. He was calming her down so very expertly, but he couldn’t make the heat in the pit of her stomach go away; the heat that wanted something very different from a gentle caress. She ignored it, hoping it would go away. She didn’t want to cheapen the moment, so instead, the young brunette enjoyed the presence of her Leo alone. Her eyes slid open as he promised her he would apologize, and she couldn’t stop a little smile from coming onto her face. “Thank you,” she said quietly, loving him all the more. There was nothing sexier than a man who could admit to being wrong, and for Leo to apologize to the man he had just been so jealous of? She leaned up and kissed his lips in a warm, but brief kiss, telling him she forgave him completely.

After Amy had spoken those three words; words she had waited to tell him, she could feel Leo stiffen right before his arms loosened their hold on her, and his silence was like a dagger to her heart. She bit her lower lip, clenching him closer so that he wouldn’t be able to see the fear and worry in her eyes. Too soon, Amy. He’s not going to say it back. Idiot, it’s only been a week. Do you really think he could possibly love you like you do him? Honestly. He could have any woman. Why on earth would he ever promise himself to you like that? Doubts ran through her, her heart interpreting his silence in its own way, completely drowning out anything her mind would have had to say. He was so quiet, and she hated his arms had slackened around her, almost like she had completely shocked him. What was he thinking? Was he wondering how to go easy on her? She closed her eyes, her heart pounding rapidly. She couldn’t remember ever being this scared before. The thought of losing Leo was the most petrifying one she’d ever had.

Then he began talking, and her breath caught in her throat. She awaited his answer pensively, her arms hugging her Leo close. If she was going to lose him, she at least wanted him close and in her arms one last time. Gods, Amy, what the hell do you do this to yourself for, huh? She bit harder on her lip when he paused, her head spinning. He’s not going to say it back. She didn’t even realize how hard she was biting, until she tasted blood. But she didn’t care. She couldn’t make herself care, not even a little. Then he continued, words meeting her ears, without registering. She heard him, but she was unable to understand him. She was certain he had just broken up with him, and for a second there, she was close to crying. Until it hit her; what his words had meant and she finally took a deep, relieved breath, letting go of her bleeding lip. A sob rocked her body, her body coming out of a state of shock. Her head was swimming, her heartbeat slowly going back to a pace considered normal.

Her relief, however, was short-lived, because something else forced its way through her fog in her mind. He had hesitated, and though she didn’t know what, something was in his voice. She took another deep breath, finally relaxing her grip on him so that she could tilt her head up to look at his face, his eyes, the set of his lips. He wasn’t happy. She’d thought it’d make him smile. Instead, he looked so troubled, almost sad. She moved a hand up to cup his cheek, worry eating at her heart. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She said quietly, her voice soft and careful, violet eyes slightly widened. “What’s on your mind?” She didn’t like seeing him like this. Wasn’t telling each other “I love you” supposed to be a good kind of event? Was she missing something here? The young teacher searched the face of her boss and boyfriend, quietly looking for clues as to what was going on in his mind. She then sighed, her hand falling from his face. Her gaze fell to his shoulder, avoiding his eyes. “I thought...” she whispered then, before interrupting herself, “no
 nevermind.”




Drake Quellen

When Erin breathed his name, Drake chuckled softly, biting down on the lobe of her ear. “Mhmm?” He murmured in response, telling her he was listening. He could tell he was getting her back; that controlling her dark side was getting easier already. Her body was relaxing, the trembling slowly subsiding. So he kissed her neck, just below her ear; a place he knew Erin, and most women in general, was very sensitive. The moan greeting him, brought another smirk onto his lips. The hand on her back moved to rest on her hip, effectively wrapping his arm around her. He pulled her close just as her body ached for his. That was the thing about Erin; he didn’t need to figure out what she wanted, because her responsive body told him all he needed to know. Of course, one needed to know how to interpret her sometimes, but after such a long time, he liked to think of himself as an expert in how to please the pretty blonde. That was the thing about Drake. He was a selfish bastard, but with sex, he more than anything enjoyed bringing his partner pleasure. A lot less selfish than most other men.

When Erin leaned in to kiss his collarbone, Drake let his gaze sweep over her. He knew what it meant. They’d developed a quiet language after a while of this, and it made it a lot easier to calm her down. With her next whispers, the young man began backing Erin up against a tree, disintegrating the bind on her hands only to reposition her hands above her. Then the shadows clamped back down, restraining her once more. Drake might know how to handle himself, but Erin’s strength was not something to just be messed with, and she could get a couple of swings in before he’d have the time to react, so he remained calm, but careful. Maybe that was what set him apart; most men would be scared of her in this state. Drake felt no such thing; never had, and he thought maybe she responded to that. That maybe his calmness swept over her too.

“Not a problem,” he murmured in her ear, his voice deep and seductive. His body was pressing against hers, his hands slowly dancing down her arms which were above her head. His mouth kept busy too, continuing its task at her neck and ear, teasing, nibbling, kissing – adding little flicks of his tongue once in a while. The he meticulously but languidly undressed her, his movements slow and measured in every way. He let his fingers brush naked skin once in a while, teasing her with his touch; not lingering enough to relieve her of the pressure in any way. Instead, he kept right on building. Once he had her body completely bared before him, Drake really got to work.




Drake had taken his time with Erin, so once they were finished going about their business, over an hour had passed. Once they had both found release, he picked up his shirt and drew up his jeans. Only once his t-shirt was in place, did he slowly let the shadows release the blonde. He watched her quietly, his eyes studying her. She was still naked; he hadn’t bothered dressing her, mostly because he enjoyed watching women putting on clothes after sex, just as much as he enjoyed watching them taking it off before then. He wondered how she was doing; he couldn’t remember the last time she had been this far gone, and he had to admit he was curious what had tossed her over the edge like that. He had protected her back from scratching against the bark by making a soft cover of shadows between them, almost like a blanket covering the harsh wood. He had surprised himself a little by being thoughtful like that. Ah well, this was a fucked up day in general. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, considering what had happened with Lulu too.

Fuck, Lulu. Once again, a wave of worry hit him. Was she okay? She had looked alright when he left her, and he'd made sure she had everything she needed. On that note, he began wondering what food to bring her. Something warm and soothing. Soup? Yeah, that sounded about right. He supposed.

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Jackson’s concern remained and Lulu couldn’t help but feel bad for making her friend worry. She knew he had more than enough on his plate, especially since the mother of his deceased child was now attending his school. She remembered how shocked and hurt he’d been when Beth had first arrived. Lulu hadn’t been at Arcana to help him initially – Noctrem had still been standing after all. She couldn’t stand to imagine what might be going on in his mind, seeing her and being reminded of quite literally everything that he was in many ways trying to put behind him.

"Don't let me find you like that again, Lu,” Jackson told her. The presence of his accent made her aware of the full force of his worry. She leaned her shoulder his into his neck as he sat down beside her. Across from them she could see the two of them in a mirror hung beside her bed. The sight was a little sorry looking. Lulu looked virtually blue in places, her skin still incredibly pale. Paired with that were her dark eyes and exhausted disposition. Her body was starting to ache and feel heavy. She couldn’t deny that the mattress she was sitting on was practically calling out to her. Sitting beside her, Jackson looked only slightly better. He had a tired look to him, paired with worry lines and a concerned frown. She didn’t like that she had made him upset.

“Drake helped me here then he tore off for a quick fuck, that I don’t doubt,” she shrugged, sitting upright to braid her wet hair. The fact that Jackson was watching her was not lost on her. "Don't worry about that prick,” Jack assured her. His words stung a little. She could have rebutted his remark but she chose not to. Drake had indeed pulled a douche move in leaving her for Erin. But in the same breath, he had helped her all the way from the men’s washroom floor to her room, something she doubted he would do for most anyone else. She was caught between loathing him for leaving her for sex and appreciating the help he had given.

“You look like you saw Beth or something,” she commented then, feeling it best to change the subject. Jack’s weak smile immediately turned into a frown. Even mentioning her name was difficult some days. She tried to make him less sensitive to it by bringing it up. At that moment she almost regretted it but her suspicions were confirmed when he answered.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did," he admitted. Lulu leaned back again him, bringing her right hand to rub his knee in consolation. "She completely ignored me. Not even as much as a look. I'm not going to try and more, you know? I'm just going to leave it. If she wants to talk to me, that's fine, but I'm not going to make an effort again."

“Well,” Lulu said, exhaling deeply as Jack sighed to himself. She looked at him directly then, leaning forward on the bed to look him in the eyes. “She doesn’t know what an excellent and loving man she’s missing out on,” she smiled, her eyes lowering to the floor momentarily as a shiver tore through her. Quiet seemed to fall between them. Lulu reached for the edge of the blanket behind her, pulling it so that she could wrap it around her shoulders. Because Jackson was sitting on the bed, it half covered him as she pulled the corners over her shoulders. As she settled, she watched him think. She was always amused to watch him while he processed. It seemed like you could see the gears turning.

"I've decided something!" Jackson announced, looking at her with a wry smile. Lulu leaned back so that she could square her shoulders to her friend and look at him directly. “What’s that dear sir?” she asked, speaking a mixed Irish and British accent. No matter how hard she tried, Lulu couldn’t sound like him.

"Let's hold a party tonight. You can help me organize it and whatever. There's no point the two of us sitting here moping about Drake and Beth and whatever. Wanna get drunk?" he asked. Lulu could see the mischievous glimmer behind his eyes. There was no doubt that Jackson was one of the best hosts. His parties had more than enough backing behind them. Lulu had been to enough of them to know that he had a way of getting what he wanted and throwing bashes that left people talking for months and asking when the next one would be. The prospect was both exciting and daunting, if only because her body was still reeling in it’s current state.

“I do need a drink,” she admitted, before moving to untuck one of her hands from the quilt. “But I desperately need to sleep. Corentine Quellen made it impossible for me to bear being in my hotel room these past few weeks. Now that my room is not sabotaged or vandalized, at least just yet, I’d like to sleep a little. If you don’t mind.”

She hoped he didn’t. Not that she would be opposed to him napping there with her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t before.

In the back of her mind, also, was Drake's suggestion that she needed to sleep. She knew she had to. The throbbing in her head and the ache in her body to just lie back was overwhelming. Her eyes were heavy and she could feel herself slumping forward with exhaustion. "Can I nap while you plan? You'll have to commandeer a room I'll bet, and woo the cafeteria ladies into providing food, organize a beer run. All that stuff you do so well," she asked, looking at him as she shivered slightly and stifled a yawn with a blanket covered hand.

No sooner had she finished talking than she did flop back on the back, rolling onto her side with the blankets at her chin. Her feet hung slightly off the edge of the bed but her knees were bent and Lulu found herself nearly in the fetal position. "Just a quick snooze, I promise," she murmured. With her head on the mattress, it was all the incentive she needed. She closed her eyes and felt at ease.