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Morgan Janssen

The voice in your head that isn't yours.

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a character in “The Arcana Academy”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway



Full Name: Morgan Maxine Janssen
Nicknames: Mo
Age: 17
Birthdate: 21/6/1995
Home Town: I was born in London, lived there for about a year and then my family moved to the lovely San Francisco.
Sexuality: Hetrosexual

School: Arcana
Power: I can put thoughts into a person's head. It's a bit like I'm broadcasting on a radio channel. To a certain extent, I can read thoughts directed back at me, but only if a person is willing to let me. Some people appreciate their privacy. If a person is experiencing extreme emotions such as grief or anger, I cannot put communicate mentally with them. Which is understandable, because if they're in that state they probably don't want to talk to me anyway.
Likes: Singing, reading, sports, listening to music, talking to people, listening to people, people in general.
Dislikes: Blood, gore, discussions about death, arguments with people, other people having arguments around me.
Fears: Death.

Personality: I'm generally very bubbly and friendly. Most people think I'm either a bitch behind your back or I'm a little dim. I try hard not to be a bitch, and while I'm not the most intelligent person in most of my classes, I'm not dim. I can't handle people arguing. I don't see the need to shout and scream at one another because of something small. I usually block it out until I think they've stopped. Or I leave the room. I will let you know if I don't like you. I won't be all cold and bitchy. If I have a problem, I'll tell you. Some people mistake my friendliness for being shallow or naive. But I'm neither. If you piss me off, I will find a way to get you back. It mightn't neccessarily be immediately. It might take a week, or more. But I never let a grudge drop. It's my biggest fault. If you mess with my friends, you will get me to deal with.

History: My mom was an English police officer, and my dad was an American business man. They planned on raising me in London and eventually moving to America, but it didn't work out. My dad got a promotion which meant he had to work in San Francisco. So we moved when I was one. My mom got a job with the San Franciscan police force, and everything was beginning to look like we had the perfect life. I was well behaved. I done well in school when I started. I took part in most after-school activities. My mom and my dad loved each other. We had a cute little house in the suburbs. The only thing that was missing from the perfect picture was a dog.
But things couldn't remain perfect forever. When I was eight, my mom had a miscarriage. She appeared to hold up relatively well, still bringing me to all my after-school activities and having my dinner ready when I got home. But the cracks began to show. My mom and dad began to fight. That's why I hate arguments. I can still see them standing in the kitchen, screaming at one another. Dad began staying longer and longer at work. Mom thought he was having an affair, but he confessed to me later that he just couldn't bear coming home. I can remember one night. He came home so late his dinner was gone stone cold. Mom began yelling at him, and he started yelling back. When he saw I was still there, he kissed me goodnight and sent me to bed. I woke up during the night, and it sounded like they had made up. Mom sounded choked up, and Dad was comforting her. I thought our perfect picture had been put back together.
The next day, my mom was shot.
It was a hostage situation. She had a bulletproof vest on, but it didn't protect against a headshot. She wasn't even negociating. She was waiting to bring the suspect into custody, when she was shot from a roof. They eventually found the guy and he got the death penalty. Everyone thought he deserved it. My dad sank into a state of depression until the funeral. He alarmed me afterwards by springing back into his usual self. It was around that time I discovered my power. I was out shopping and I really, really wanted an ice-cream. Suddenly my dad turned around and went into an ice-cream shop. I got the ice-cream I wanted, and later, he said, "It was like I could hear your voice saying you wanted an ice-cream, Mo. It was really weird." I began to experiment with other people and eventually confirmed it. I told my dad, the only person I could. He had always been very open-minded, and he done some research. He found Arcana, and sent me there as soon as I was old enough, wanting me to make the best of myself.
Anything else? N/A

So begins...

Morgan Janssen's Story

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Ashy had been awake for some time,sitting at her window. She had seen the sun rise slowly over the splendid gardens of Arcana, the school she has she had considered safe until about a month ago; it was about the become even less safe now. Whilst she didn't doubt the staff would do everything they could to make sure the students obeyed the rules, she also knew that there were quite a lot of people who were very good at avading rules, Cor Quellen and her gang for example.

The build up to today had made Ashy nervous. She had just about learnt to tolerate most of these people and and been able to adapt to them being here. Now she had no escape from them. The people that enjoyed making her scared, making her blush and making her break rules....although sometimes that wasn't such a bad thing. Sky had shown her some pretty cool things over the past month, even if it had been to Zack's annoyance. There some people Ashy liked from Noctrem however, but most of them she stayed clear from...too much drama.

Ashy turned away from the window; she longed to be out there,feeling the cold morning breeze against her skin. Nevertheless, it was time to face the day. She had been anxious to see who she had been paired with for a while; she really hoped that she hadn't been put with any of the 'fearless five' as they had been dubbed. That just spelt trouble from the outset, and Ashy wanted to stay as far away from...drama as was humanly possible, especially when it came to those guys.

She quickly jumped in the shower, she was never one to take long showers despite her connection with water, before wrapping herself in a towel and standing in front of her wardrobe. What to wear? This debate hadn't come up for a while, not since...maybe the first day of term? Ashy was the first one to admit that she cared far too much about what people thought of both her personality and her looks. Well, when you came from a world where image is everything, who would blame you?

Finally, Ashy decided on a dress with some flesh coloured tights. It was a nice day after all. The outfit itself was just right for school Ashy decided. Maybe she'd have a little cardigan to go with it, inc case it got cold.

Finally, after having a mild debate with herself and deciding that yes, her hair looked fine up, Ashy left her bedroom. She had given a bit of a tidy up last night, mostly through lack of sleep, but the room still had the distinct 'lived in feel.' Ashy smiled to herself, she did want her new roomy to feel welcome, whoever it was.

She ambled slowly down to reception, she was quite looking forward to see who her room mate was. She hoped that they had been sensible to a degree with the rooming. Did they really expect Noctrem and Arcana student pairings to get along? She noticed, as she arrived at reception that people were crowded around one of the noticeboard. That must be the list Ashy thought to herself. She walked over to the list, making a point not to directly look at someone as passed them by. 'Room Seventeen Ashleigh Fox and Freya Mason.' The sign read. Ashy took a sigh of relief, she may be a bit of alcoholic like the rest of them, but Freya was nice enough and they some hobbies in common. They could be civil enough, Ashy decided as she looked up the list to see who her friends where with. Ben was with Elijah; that also made Ashy. They were nice enough guys after all.

Ashy took a few steps back and waited for Freya to arrive so she could show her to he- their room. This was the start of something special.



The screams of a dying man.... the blackness.... the corpse lying on the floor


Jess's alarm cut through the horrid images that had been plaguing through her mind, the images that brought her here to Noctrem, the images that taught her more about her powers.

She rolled over to face the little bedside cabinet at the motel that the students had been staying at since the fire, pressed snooze on the alarm. She was most defiantly not a morning person. Jess reached for her glasses that lying, almost perfectly next to the alarm clock. Jess was very protective of her glasses in the idea that she needed them to see, so took extra care with. She then rolled onto her back and stared at the cracked ceiling of the motel. Thank god they were leaving this place, it meant she could lie in that little bit longer before having to be at school.

Jess wasn't in the least bit apprehensive about 'moving in day' there were a few people that she didn't want to put with, but she wasn't scared...most of the people at her school thought she was freak because of her mood swings combined with her power, but life went on.

Slowly but surely, Jess got ready for school, deciding after showering that atee shirt,jeans and a pair of converse was an acceptable outfit to wear to school and it wasn't? Well she didn't really care. After quickly running a brush through her hair and brushing her teeth, she packed her the last remaining items into her case and made her way down to the coach that was to transport them to Arcana. this is where the fun begins.

On the coach, Jess kept herself to herself, everyone was far too tired or hungover to have be in any sort of happy mood. Jess plugged her iPod in and to listen to some of The Auditions in an effort to wake her up a little more. She really did hate mornings.
She saw Mr Montgomery stand up so popped one of her earphones out of her ears to listen to his 'speech.' In reality It was a few words; 'Give them hell kids, it's your school now too.' This was met with not much reaction. Oh please, they're not all that bad Jess thought to herself, rolling her eyes at no one in particular as the coach pulled up the school.

Jess was always awe struck whenever she came here at how stunning the place was, it was always absolutely immaculate you don't deserve to be here a voice in Jess's head stated. Jess choose to ignore it. Dammit, this would be a good day and nothing was going to bring her down.

Dragging her case behind her, Jess strolled in reception where a small group of people had gathered around, what Jess guessed was the rooming list. A small buzz of anticipation hit Jess as she walked towards it. Who would she be with? She was actually excited to find out. 'Room Eleven Morgan Janseen and Jessica Coleman.' Jess smiled. She liked Morgan she was bubbly and knew exactly how to have a good time, unlike some of the others. She just worried about what Morgan would have to put with now that they were constantly sharing a room...

She looked across the reception hall to see Morgan standing there waiting for her expectantly. She gave the girl a warm smile, before taking out the other headphone for of her Ipod and tucking it into her jeans pocket and walking over to her.
'Hey roomy, how's it hangin' ' She said loudly, giving Morgan a hug, 'So, wanna show me to our room?' She asked still smiling from ear to ear.

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Jessica was glad that Morgan had returned the hug; they had only known each other for a month, but Morgan was friendly to her and she seemed like a good laugh, even if she was from Arcana. Jess suspected she was going to get on very well with the Noctrem lot simply because she enjoyed a good party.

She was also glad that Morgan was almost as excited as she was about them becoming room mates. She didn't seem the slightest bit nervous, which was a good thing. A pang of worry hit Jess as Morgan led them to her room What if I'm mean to her when I'm angry? Jess decided she'd try not to be, at all costs. Even if it meant going to find Drake or one of the wind merchants around here. She couldn't hurt the friends she'd made here. At least not intentionally.

Morgan's room had the distinct 'lived in' feel that made Jess smile. She was glad that Morgan wasn't an OCD type. That would have driven her insane. 'I believe we're going to get along just fine dear.' She told her new roomie, as she plonked her stuff down on th- her bed. The room itself was plain but also quite light and airy. To match the students Jess thought comically, smiling at the thought. She was awestruck by the idea she now had a double bed o herself. It was almost a god send after spending so long in that crappy motel.

She saw Morgan smile at her phone as it buzzed with a message, and send a reply back. Jess wondered briefly who it was from. A crush perhaps? But she didn't dwell on it too long. Morgan would tell her in time, she assumed as she began to unpack her things.
Her attention was immediately brought crashing back down to earth when Morgan starting asking about her crushes, and was sat there expectantly waiting for an answer, promising gossip from Ali if she told her. The look of shock that had just entered the young woman face quickly turned into a small smile of disbelief.

'Oh Mo, can I call you that?' She asked quizzically before continuing ' You're so eager for information!' She sighed in mock exasperation before smiling again. 'I wouldn't say I have crushes, just... people I'm really close to.' She smiled wickedly as she put her socks in one of the draws and looked back at Mo. She studied the girl for a second. Her smile was there and she seemed eager... but there was something in her eyes that didn't seem quite right...she didn't seem totally happy.

Mr Marino's voice came over the speakers, making Jess jump out of her skin a little. Apparently there was going to be an assembly. Well that was going to go extremely well. Jess sighed exasperately 'Marino's really does think this is going to work, huh?' She stated to her room mate whilst hanging her clothes up in the closet next to her bed, 'Silly man.' She added.

Jess's mind wandered to Mckenna, her best friend. She hadn't seen her in the reception hall on the arrival. Jess was pretty sure that she would have known about it if Mckenna was around. She'd have been defiantly wrestled to the floor by now. She quickly whipped out her phone, holding it in one hand whilst absent mindedly holiding her tooth brush in other and sent her a quick text.

Hey smellybum! Was pretty disappointed that I didn't get glomped on my way into the school! :p Hope you're okay! Assembly's at ten, I'll see you there? Jess xx

Smiling at the thought of getting a reply from her best friend; Jess headed for the bathroom to put her tooth brush down.


Ashy waited expectantly in the reception area for Freya to arrive. She didn't have anything bad to say about the pairing she decided, Freya was nice enough and Ashy could have done a whole lot worse.

Finally, Freya's blonde hair bobbed over the crowd. Ashy stood back. She decided that she would wait for Freya to come to her, so as to seem too eager to the girl from Noctrem. She saw that Freya was on her phone, Properly making arrangements Ashy thought to herself. She wasn't surprised. The Noctrem lot where known partiers and it wouldn't be a total shock if they wreaked some havoc on the first night that they stayed here.

Ashy smiled as Freya told her it was good to see her. The girl had a way with conversation, Ashy had to give her that.
'it's good to see you too fre-' She started before Scott appeared out of nowhere and kissed Freya square on the lips. Well this was awkward. Ashy scanned the room to see who else had arrived. Is he here yet? She thought to herself, thinking about Ben. The only guy in the entire world that she was happy to listen to for hours and hours on end. She enjoyed his singing and she most certainly enjoyed his quirky side. She gave a small smile at the thought.

Ashy's train of thought was quickly interrupted by Scott breaking his kiss from Freya and addressing the two of them. 'Erm... see you later Scott' She said quietly, shuffling her feet awkwardly and feeling significantly like a third wheel. Suddenly, Ashy felt arms being snaked around her and heard Zac's excited voice coming from behind her. She turned around to face him, a mock disgruntled look on her face.

'You know it's very rude to butt into a conversation' She said, smiling at him before turning back to Freya. 'Zac, you remember Freya? we're roomates now' She told one the other closest guys her life, before he quickly told her he had to go and rushed off. Leaving Ashy smiling stupidly after him, he made her laugh in a way only a few people had, it was quite refreshing.

She turned back to Freya 'Sorry about him, he's a lunatic... especially when he's with me' She said shyly, before continuing, 'So um, assembly's soon, did you want to show to your room now or later?'

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If I add more Propanoic acid to my pills, maybe possibly they might be stronger Spencer mumbled to himself. His headache was only getting worse and his body was getting used to the pills that he made. He needed to sleep, and for a long time. He was still looking for Jackson, but he gave up. He'll find his room by himself. After how, he already memorized the map. From the corner of his eye, he saw Alli being carried by Morgan and Zac. Maybe she that controlling of her body as most of think.. As Spencer thought that, he felt a sting of disappointment. As if his expectations of her were high. That's not very likely, He thought, I never expect too much of someone, only myself.. With that thought he tried to get her out of his head, and there were enough topics for that to happen easily. Such as, finding his room, setting up his lab, science, world domination and so forth.

Sparky! Spencer yelled. The little robot scurried to his master's side as fast as his little wheels could carry him. Take my things to room twelve. Now. he told the little thing. The robot just stood there. Spencer raised an eye as if saying "What?". Then the little robot took as a little robotic hand and held it out, as if asking for a tip. Alright, alright, remind me to reprogram you without any sass. he said as he threw a half-dollar coin. Sparky caught it and quickly went to put Spencer's luggage in his room. Spencer sighed, why must he always have a stupid glitch with his inventions. This morning it was the alarm clock, now Sparky. Well they weren't glitches, he actually programmed them like that. Spencer just always regrets it later.

All students, please note that there is an assembly being held at ten o'clock in the main hall. Non-attendance will result in an immediate detention, and a loss of free periods., thundered all over the school. Spencer groaned. There goes the only chance he had of getting rid of his headache by sleeping. Maybe he should just skip the assembly to sleep, then he would have detention to sleep some more. The thought was getting better and better, but he will mull it over some more. He started to walk, maybe find a nice spot to take a nap or something, when he felt a thud against his chest.

He looked down and was about to get angry at the idiot who wasn't looking were they where going until he saw that it was Bethany. He could never mouth off a lady, his mama taught him better. Especially since it was Bethany. Spencer was about to offer her his hand as help, but she already got up. My apologies, Spencer, I didn't mean to bump into you. I just was being idiotic and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. she said. Spencer was a bit stunned you could say. She already knew what he was thinking without even being a mind reader. Then Bethany quickly added, Pleasant to see you again, Mr.Jerem.. Good Morning Ma'am. How are you? Spencer politely said to her. They were absolute moments when he adored this girl and that made him very angry. So Spencer was trying to be as neutral and polite as possible, but even that wasn't normal for him. There was something different in the way he spoke to her, although he doubted she noticed. Something caring, maybe even soft.

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McKenna Marinos

“Lets just say this year is going to be interesting…and I have a feeling we are going to see more fights here then we ever had here. I don’t mind the Noctrem students…yeah they are bitchy and party animals but all we can really do is go with the flow. And for the bitch squad I just stay out of their path. This is how things are going to be now. We just let them do their thing and we do ours." Kali took a quick break from her train of thought and picked up her phone, "Erm maybe though not so sure…I mean this is Mr. Marinos where talking about…he musta did this for a reason or something. What that reason is I don’t freaken have a clue…but it better be a good one." Kali added.

McKenna turned to Lilly, hoping that she might support her idea of talking to Mr. Marinos, but as soon as Lil opened her mouth to speak, she could tell by her tone that she wasn't too keen on the idea herself.

"I think Mr. Marino is a very understanding guy, but I'm sorry McKenna I don't think he would change a student's roommate because then other students would want to do the same thing if they didn't like who they got paired up with."

Both of the girls disagreed and McKenna frowned slightly, but then took it into consideration and nodded. Mr. Marinos did this for some sort of reason, and whatever reason it was, it had to be a good one. Or at least a decent one.

"Oh well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger," She shrugs, "Maybe they'll be out partying so much they wont' even notice who their roommates are.... Hopefully.. If anything happens though, I won't be afraid to try to talk to him..." She adds to the end of her statement firmly, not being one to tolerate those who would threaten her. The "Fearsome Five" were the ones she had to watch out for though, but the fact she was rooming with one, it was bound she'd have to face them eventually. Which caused a small pit in her stomach to slowly grow. Her and Jess could probably just get away for a bit in the library or something for the most part, and Jess was rooming with Morgan, so McKenna was sure it was ok if she hung with them.

"Hey girls!" a third voice rang out as Julie came and sat next to the girls.

Now, McKenna knew that Julie wasn't too big of a fan of her, yet she smiled and waved anyway. McKenna made it a point to not have enemies, she didn't mind if people didn't like her, as long as they weren't digging her grave, she was quite alright with anyone.

"Morning, Julie." She says with a small smile and takes a sip of her tea, "You look pretty today." She adds the compliment, not to suck up, but just to simply be nice.

McKenna was anything but a suck up, she just liked complimenting people.

"So, what do you think this assemblies about? Lil, you're sitting with me right?" Julie asks and McKenna shrugs.

"Probably just going over ground rules and expectations. Whether the Noctrem students follow or not, that's a different story." Kenna chuckles a bit, finishing off her pancakes and she begins on her sausage links.

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Jess was a little in shock when her room mate told her about the loss of her mother...How the hell was she supposed to react to that? It wasn't exactly something you introduced yourself with... She stepped out of the bathroom towards the girl on the other bed, genuinely stumped for what to say. Finally, she found the power of speech.
'Well, if you need anything... just let me know, ok?' She told her room mate, awkwardly, she'd barely knew Mo a month and already she was telling Jess the deep secrets of her past? God, she'd have a field day if she knew mine Jess thought darkly, as she placed her IPod down her desk. In the young brunette's mind, this marked the room as her own.

When Mo apologised for texting whilst have a conversation with her, Jess shrugged it off. 'It's fine my dear, It's good that you have a good relationship with your dad.' She said with a smile, that didn't quite reach her eyes. She thought about her family back home, the family she'd had to flee so from because of the..incident... it was so very long ago... How she missed them so.

Mo's voice cut through her thoughts like a sword, asking if she wanted to come to the cantine or stay here and unpack. Jess nodded furiously, 'Yeah I need to eat too, plus I need to eat and meet up with the beautiful Miss Mckenna Marino's before assembly.' She said cheerfully, quickly whipping out her phone as it buzzed with the text from Mickey. She smiled at her phone as the two girls walked down the canteen and quickly hit reply.

I am from Noctrem stupid :p Psh, when have I ever been late for anything? Walking down to the canteen with Morgan now, I'll drop her off and then come find you! Muhaha! J xx

As the two girls arrived at the assembly hall, she turned to Mo 'I guess I'll see in assembly now. There's going to be a blood bath, I can just see it.' She chuckled as Mo left. She saw her head towards a table where Zac and Allie were sitting. She gave them both a little wave before heading off to the assembly hall.

Arcana was huge and extremely well kept, Jess couldn't help but be slightly in the awe at how clean and magnificent the whole place was. She had a feeling she'd be very comfortable here.
She thought about Sky, she hadn't seen him, probably causing trouble no doubt. Jess chuckled to herself at the thought.

She finally reached the assembly hall, there was no one there yet. Of course, only nerds turn up this early Jess thought to herself. She rolled her eyes, trust Mickey to make her look like a freak. Best friend's rights, she supposed. She lend herself up against a wall and waited for her best friend's arrival.


When Freya talked about going back to London to speak to her parent's lawyers, Ashy was intrigued. How does a girl at our age have anything to do to court about? It was must be quite stressful was for her Ashy decided. This thought was confirmed by the way the other girl acted after the statement she had just made. Ashy decided to not pursue the conversation any more.

She let out a sigh of relief when Freya told her that the room she had was lovely. She gave a small smile, releasing the hands from the hem of her dress. Freya did look happy to be here and it soothed Ashy somewhat to know that they were at least friends.

'Oh no, I know' She said hurriedly after Freya made the comment about her being scared, 'I've made good friends with some of the Noctrem students since you've been here.' She said, with a small smile as she thought about Ben. Damm why couldn't she get this boy off her mind... where was he? Probably hanging out with the Noctrem lot, she supposed it was hardly 'cool' to hang around with an Arcana student, she supposed... the thought hurt her a little, she missed him so.
'No, I just worry a lot...' She confided in the her blonde room mate as she sat down beside. She held up her hands and showed Freya her nails 'I guess these are proof of that' She laughed softly.

When Freya asked her to tell about herself, Ashy faced another common problem. Not knowing what to say. Where do you start when describing yourself? How did she do it without freaking the girl out? Stop worrying Ashy you're going to make yourself Ill, Ashy told her self before taking a breath.

'Well, I'm from New York originally, high end New York at that...' She said quietly, trailing off as she thought of her family. The cup of water incident, the being disowned, the ignorant sexist pig who's sperm made her...She blinked several times before continuing. 'I like to dance, that's my favourite hobby. Then there's drawing, although I'm rubbish at it.' She smiled shyly at her room mate. 'What about y-' She was about to ask before being she heard the sound of drums from next door. She giggled. 'Yeah that'll be Zac... that'll happen a lot...' She chuckled..

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Morgan Janssen

Mo grinned as Alli left to go search for her roommate. That girl would put Colby to shame with the speed of her talking sometimes. But Mo was happy for her. She was clearly buzzed about the whole thing. Mo finished her meal and briefly debated whether to head back up to her room or go to the assembly. She checked the clock on the wall and decided to head to the assembly. It couldn't be that long until it started, anyway. She checked her pockets and decided to make a quick stop to her room. There, she grabbed her iPod and headphones. She didn't plan on listening to it during the actual assembly, but she needed something to pass the time until then. And what better option than music?

The main hall was quiet. She was almost tempted to take off her shoes so she wouldn't make any noise. But common sense took over. She sat in a row of seats that was just back a bit from the middle. She sat on her seat and swung her legs up onto the chairs beside her, reserving them for her friends. It was a position that was comfortable, but in which there was no fear of falling asleep. If she fell asleep, she'd either sleep through the whole assembly or fall off the chair when somebody tried to move her. Either option would be mortifying, and would ensure she never forgot about it for the rest of her life. She'd be in her eighties, and somebody would turn up to her retirement home and say, "Hey, Morgan, remember the time you fell off the chair/slept through assembly when we went to Arcana?"

She plugged in her headphones and turned on her iPod. She selected a random song and put her headphones in. Her first instinct was to sing along, but common sense reminded her that even though there was hardly anybody there, someone would be bound to hear. And knowing her luck, it wouldn't be Zac or Ashy or even Colby. It would probably be one of the teachers. They were all nice enough, but it would still be pretty embarrassing.

A song she liked played in her ears. It was a good song, and before long, she was nodding along and swaying slightly. She began to hum, and then began to sing to herself in her mind. When the next song came on, she was completely in her own zone.

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster, and eating us alive...

Suddenly, she stopped. She realised that she had been singing the Paramore song through her telepathy. She quickly glanced around, before turning her stare to the floor. Hopefully, nobody recognised her as the girl with telepathy. But, chances were, there was someone about to come in who had just heard her, and who knew exactly which girl had telepathy.

Zac Barnes

There didn't seem to be anyone Zac really wanted to talk to in the reception, so he decided to go to the assembly. He headed into the almost silent hall. He could see the back of Morgan's head, so he decided to surprise her. He wasn't sure how, but he'd figure it out. As he approached, he saw the perfect opportunity. She was sitting with her legs up on the chairs, probably reserving them. But he grinned wickedly as he shoved her feet off of the chair and sat beside her. She glared at him, and he only grinned. His grin widened as he saw a blush fade from her cheeks. Don't you say a word, Zac Barnes. Before you ask out loud and embarrass me in public, I was singing through telepathy. And I don't know who heard me. He barely contained a laugh.

He rooted in his pocket and pulled out his iPod. His headphones were around his neck, as he had forgotten to take them off after he finished his drumming. He pressed play and slid the headphones back over his ears. The song that was playing had a complicated drum pattern, and Zac's brain was soon occupied unravelling it.

A thirteen year old Zac was strapped to a chair. His arm hurted him so badly. And he didn't know what was going to happen. He was so scared. The man who had him there was shouting at somebody somewhere. Zac wanted to stand up, to run away, or even just to hide. The man came in, looking angry. "How's your arm, Zac?" He jeered. Zac had the good sense not to reply. But the lack of a response seemed to aggravate the man. He kicked Zac's chair and snapped a leg, sending Zac crashing to the ground. "You know, you're wasting your time at school. Because you'll never amount to anything. You'll end up just like your father." The man hissed, before leaving the room.

Zac's eyes snapped open. Mo was looking at him. He shook his head and looked at his iPod. The song he had been trying to unravel was only just over.

He hadn't had that flashback for so long. He couldn't help but wonder why his brain had thrown it up now, sitting in a hall, waiting for his school assembly. Was some part of his brain telling him that he'd probably never amount to anything? Or was it just a coincidence?

Mo was still staring at him. "I'm fine." He hissed at her. She just raised her eyebrows. "Really. Hey, that's a weird place to put a piano." He whispered to her. He experience a brief moment of smugness as she looked around for a piano. He then experienced a slap on the arm.

Alli Jackson

Alli looked around. Lulu Allen... There! She spotted her going into the cafeteria with a guy. She followed her, grabbing a napkin as she went into the cafeteria. She found a pen in her pocket and scribbled down a quick message. She didn't want to interupt. If someone interrupted her when she was with her friends, she wouldn't be particularly happy about it. So she decided a written message would be fairest.

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?

She then stood up and walked past the table Lulu was sitting at, depositing the napkin in front of the girl as she passed. She then decided to find Zac and Morgan. As she left the cafeteria, she spied Zac heading for the main hall. She checked the clock in the reception. She still had a few minutes before the crowds headed into assembly, so she headed up to her room to clean it up a bit. She wasn't a neat freak, but her roommate might be. So she tidied up her few things. She had her medals hanging on the wall above her bed. She shoved her books in her closet and put her laptop charger into a drawer. The Macbook itself she placed on her bedside table. She hoped her roommate wouldn't mind her doing a bit of late-night research. It was the one way Alli could help herself sleep. She just found listening to music and reading articles online so relaxing.

She then left a spare key on the other bed. It was possibly the simplest way she could let somebody know if she didn't want to be interrupted, and she assumed that her roommate would appreciate it. She left the room and headed downstairs to the assembly. She wondered what it was about as she headed down. Possibly roommates. A lot of people seemed unhappy with theirs, although Alli couldn't complain.

She headed into the main hall. It was still very quiet down there. Mo and Zac were sitting together, both with their headphones in. Zac appeared to be bothered about something, and Mo was irritated at him. Alli decided that the seat beside Zac would be the safest. He smiled at her as she sat down. "What's up with Morgan?" She whispered. "Nothing. It doesn't matter." He whispered back. "Yeah. Right." She said. "I can hear you." Morgan whispered to her. "We know that." She whispered back, grinning at her friend. "Just saying." Mo said, returning her grin. They all sat back in their seats and waited for the assembly to begin.

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As the Mr Marino's voice rang through the halls of the school, basically telling the students they five minutes until the assembly or else, Jess gave a small smile. Like anyone from her school was going to be at all phased if he slapped them with a detention, or punishment of any kind; there would probably be a group of them that would have a party in the detention room or something. As she watched the corridor slowly fill up with students, the brunette rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe that Mickey was late, if she wasn't careful, she was sure that they were all going to miss the assembly. No matter, detention parties were fun.

Suddenly, Jess found herself being attacked by a random pair of arms, causing her to squeal loudly. She turned to see her best friend grinning at her like a Cheshire Cat. 'Jesus Christ woman, I thought I was being taken away!' She cried, a smile etching her face. 'I've missed you too' She gushed, hugging Mickey tightly. She gave a small smile to the small huddle of people that Mickey had dragged with her. Jess suspected this had been the case, Mickey was never one to take no for answer.

'I'm actually in a pretty good today actually, rooming with Morgan, she's slightly less insane than you.. but only very slightly.' Jess told Mickey, giving a small smile as she remembered Mo basically jumping down her throat about her crushes. Poor girl, Jess was never one to disclose much, particularly those she didn't really know. The brunette wasn't even sure if Mickey knew about her crushes and they had become close extremely quickly. Truth be told, it did scare Jess how close the girl had become in so little a time. Mickey had seen how bad her mood swings could get, but she just...didn't want to hurt Mickey. She'd done enough of that for a life time.'How are you, my dear?' She asked the brunette next to her as they walked in the assembly hall.

Mickey had dragged the entire group to one of the middle rows in the great hall. Jess noticed Mr Marino's standing at the front, preparing to address both sets of students. Poor man. He looked smart and professional as always, but Jess couldn't thinking he was a little naive. Did he honestly think this would work? What's more he'd mixed the room. This wasn't a problem as far as she was concerned, she didn't mind Mo, not in the slightest. It was the others she was concerned about. She'd noticed that Jay and Skye were put in the same room when she'd looked down the list. There was defiantly going to blood when it came to that room pairing, Jess could tell that from the start. Jess looked back at Mr Marino's, she felt a small sense of pity. This man really did not know what had hit him.

She turned her attention back to Mickey, who was putting something into her bag. She nearly asked her best friend what it was until she noticed that the girl had gone very quiet and was tapping her leg on the ground. Jess had known Mickey long enough to know that this was one of her nervous gestures. 'Hey, it's going to be alright, they won't hurt you. As long as you stick with me.' She told her best friend, taking the girls hand in hers and giving her a small smile. She knew she couldn't do much, but she would protect her friends, above all else.

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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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Morgan Janssen

"That will be all, everyone. Thank you." As Mr. Marinos finished and the students began to swarm out of the hall, Morgan grinned. She got to her feet. She was in the same house as Zac and she had a free day today. She was already trying to decide what to do. Alli would probably be in the dance studio showing off her gymnastic routine and Zac would probably be chilling with some music. She could always just chill out in her room with a good book and her iPod, but it was such a lovely day. It was a day to be outside, not to be trapped in her room.

She grinned as she decided exactly what she was going to do. She made her way up to her room and grabbed Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins, her slightly better pair of headphones and shoved her phone in her pocket. Her iPod went in the opposite pocket and her headphones went around her neck. She made her way downstairs and went out into the glorious sunshine. She chose a spot by the tennis courts. It was warm, in direct sunlight and out of the way. She slid her headphones over her head and plugged the other end into her iPod. She pressed play and opened her book.
As Katniss and the rebels battled against the corrupt Capitol, Mo's mind was not on the fictional country of Panem. It was on her reality. At first she smiled. Her and Zac were both in Deakins. They had all their classes together. She had a cool roommate. There hadn't been any major fights yet, and the weather was gorgeous.

But then the darker side of things began to take over. Her dad had a new girlfriend. He still wasn't fully over Mo's mother, and he tended to go for girls like her. Mo missed her mother sometimes, when she didn't understand something or when nothing was going right for her. But she didn't want to replace her. Her mother was one of a kind, and none of her father's girlfriends could replace her. If Mo had to telepathically drive the woman insane, she would. If she wanted a step-mum, she had to be different. Preferably a nurse. Or, admittedly, a teacher.

Her thoughts gradually slightened in subject. She began to wonder when the next party would be held. They were usually fun, even for someone who didn't drink. Except for last time, but someone had spiked her drink once or twice. And then she had only been tipsy, not absolutely shit-faced. Some of the Noctrem students would probably drink all of the alcohol in San Francisco and the surrounding area between them. And then they would still complain that they hadn't had enough to drink.

But watching them the morning after would probably be hilarious. If they even appeared.

Zac Barnes

Zac stretched and dragged himself to his feet. He was in the same house as Mo, which was great. They would most likely be pairing up on projects if they were given the choice. And they didn't seem to have anyone too bad in their house, which was always a good thing. As he left the hall, he heard various students discussing a party. One of Jackson Murphy's, no doubt. They were usually fairly enjoyable. Mo, Alli and him stayed away from alcohol, and were able to remember every detail of the night before.

Well, most of the time. Last time, someone had kept slipping vodka into Mo's drink. She claimed she had only gotten tipsy, but Zac could vividly remember her with her arm slung around Colby, standing on a table singing her heart out. She had gotten a little more than tipsy, but she handled the hangover fairly well. Probably with three cups of coffee and a blueberry muffin before she even went to class. She had seemed unusually alert, admittedly. She was rarely that awake heading into History.

Mo headed upstairs, probably to grab some reading material to chill out in the sun. Zac had been planning on practising indoors, but one look at the glorious weather outside changed his mind. He instead grabbed his guitar from his room and shoved a few picks in his pocket.

The front lawn was covered in cigarette butts already, so he decided against it. The forest seemed the best choice. He grasped the neck of the guitar and held it in front of him to prevent smashing it against any trees.

It was a wonder his guitar had lasted this long, if he was honest. He had brought it when he was fourteen. It had been hauled to Arcana and back every year since, without a case, and had even called down the stairs once or twice. Okay, it was four times, but the last time didn't even count because his foster dad had caught it a few steps from the bottom. He'd changed all of the strings twice, and the bass string had been changed three times. It had cost him a fair bit, but he had gotten so much enjoyment out of it.

He found a secluded spot just inside the forest. Although he'd be screwed if there was a fire. The fire starter could be at Arcana right now, and if they decided to burn down Arcana, the fire could very easily spread to the forest. And as much as his guitar meant to him, if the forest was set alight, he was abandoning his guitar and getting the hell out of there.

His hand began to strum of it's own accord, and his fingers formed chords on the frets. He wasn't sure what song he was playing, but it sounded good.

Alli Jackson[font]

Alli was ecstatic. She was in Ardley with Lauryn! She grinned at the girl beside her as she stood up. "Come on, let's go up to the dance studio!" She said, worming her way through the crowds. Lauryn probably wouldn't be able to keep up with her, because Alli was able to worm her way through people and around people. She stood on a chair and waved at Lauryn, before heading upstairs to the dance studio. When she arrived, she zipped off her hoodie and started a few warm-up stretches. She then made a running start and flipped across the floor. She landed in a handstand and somersaulted to her feet. She grinned and found a balance beam. Why dancers would need it, she had no clue. Unless Mr Marinos had intended it for gymnastic use. She dragged it out into the middle of the floor before clambered ungracefully onto it and standing upright. She took a few steps and went into a handstand. She turned three hundred and sixty degrees and walked on her hands to the end of the beam. Her arms shook but her balance remained strong. One advantage of her power meant it was extremely difficult for her to fall off and hit herself on the hard floor.

She flipped to her feet and dismounted as her phone vibrated in her hoodie pocket. She pulled it out. It was a text from her mother, and she opened it.

Allison, dear. There's a gymnastics competition being held next Saturday. It seems to be within your skill level, and it's only an hour away. Are you going to complete?

Alli resisted the temptation to throw the phone out of the window. Her mother insisted on calling her Allison. And every time there was a gymnastics competition, she received a text or a phone call about it.

Mom, I'll have to clear it with Mr Marinos first. Talk to you later.

She shoved her phone back into her pocket and scrambled back onto the beam. She flipped and somersaulted, trying to work off her anger. And when that didn't work, she returned to the floor. She'd completely forgotten about Lauryn. She turned on the music, and began to perform to that. Gotye's Somebody That I Used To Know began playing. It was a good song to perform to, lively without being too fast.

She was angry at her mother for pushing her. Her dexterity meant she could have taken up almost any sport. She would have loved to have taken up archery. But once her mother had saw that she had an aptitude for gymnastics, she hadn't been allowed take part in any other sport. It was gymnastics. There wasn't even an option of nothing. And every single time there was a competition, she was pushed to compete. If she didn't, it was, "Why aren't you competing? Are you injured? Why don't you want to compete?" If it was an Olympic trial, sure, she'd compete. But this was a small competition, probably full of novices. She didn't want to crush them before they even began.

She threw herself across the floor with increasing intensity. Her ankle began to complain, but she launched into a handstand. The blood rushing to her brain made it much harder to think.

[font=Georgia]Mr. Chris Russell- PE Teacher and Extra Curricular Supervisor

Today began like any other day. Chris dragged himself out of bed and had a shower. He got dressed in his trademark outfit. Chris was always a snappy dresser. But possibly even more so today. Because today he was starting a new job in his old school, Arcana Academy. It was Chris's first real job. He had done a bit of modelling, but that hadn't worked out. Mainly because he kept being assaulted by teenage girls screaming his name.

He ate a decent breakfast of fruit, toast orange juice and a yogurt. He remembered the food at Arcana being good, but he really wasn't in the mood to eat in a canteen full of students. He washed the plate and put it away. His brother opened the door. "Oi, Chris!" He called. "Sup bro!" Chris replied. "I still can't believe you're letting me stay in your house for free!" Chris stood up and clapped his brother on his shoulder. "Yeah, but if I get broken into, you're paying the damages. Better go." Chris grabbed his suitcases and his car keys. He threw them into the back seat of his little red convertible and slammed the door. His brother was standing at the front door. "I can't believe your car has survived five years of mistreatment." He commented. Chris laughed and patted the car. "Yeah, it's pretty sturdy. Mind my house. It's the only one I've got, and if anything goes wrong, you're buying me another." His brother laughed. "Like you can't afford another one. See you... When will you be back?" Chris shrugged. "You'll know when I walk in."

He climbed into his car and started it up. He let down the hood as he drove out the gate. It was a gorgeous Californian day. The way to Arcana was imbedded in Chris's mind, and the car almost found it's way there by itself. Before he knew it, his red convertible was driving up the drive.

He found the rest of the teacher's cars and parked his. He let up the hood and decided to leave his cases until he had met with Mr Marin- No, Leo. He had to remember to call him Leo now. That was the weirdest part of having supernatural powers. Your headmaster wouldn't change the whole way through school, and when you went back to be a teacher, he'd still be exactly the same.

He went into the reception. It had been modernised a little in the five years he had been at college. He walked nervously up to the receptionist. She had changed as well. Jesus, was he even at the right school?

"Um, hey. I'm Chris Russell, I'm the new PE teacher here. Leo told me to meet him when I arrived." The receptionist nodded. "Take a seat. He'll be down shortly." Chris took a seat across from the receptionist. Students were coming and going, and, frankly, he felt a little uncomfortable.

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Morgan Janssen

Morgan's eyes opened as Panic! At The Disco's Intermission started to play on her iPod. The dance music woke her up and sharpened her senses. Voices came from another part of the forest. As she clambered to her feet, the one lyric of the song played in her ears.

Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are unable to continue our broadcast of dance music. We shall continue now with our piano interlude.

The piano almost put her back to sleep, so she slipped her iPod out of her pocket and skipped onto the next song.

She paints her fingers with a close precision...

She wasn't quite sure what to do next. Swimming seemed like a good idea, but she couldn't be assed to have to go up to her room and change. Gym also seemed like a good idea, but again, she wasn't really dressed appropriately. Lauryn and Alli would be hogging the dance studio. She grabbed her book from the ground and started to head back inside.

He starts to notice empty bottles of gin...

The grounds seemed to be infected with Noctrem. Already the day seemed... darker, even though the sun was shining as bright as ever. The lawn was littered with cigarette butts, and the stentch of tobacco hung in the air. Something needed to be done about the smoking. But nothing probably would be done, because the detention master also smoked. He wouldn't book anyone for smoking, especially not his very own students.

And takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for..

Mo appreciated the generosity that Mr Marinos had shown towards the Noctrem students. But she sometimes wondered if it had been a good idea. On a practical level, there was much more of a strain on resources. And they caused so much stress to the other students.

She was at the main entrance at this point, and headed upstairs to her room. Sliding her iPod from her pocket, she set it on it's docking station. Selecting Paramore's Hello Cold World, she pressed play and began to sing.

I feel happy, I feel sad
I feel like running through the walls...

Zac Barnes

The motion of strumming just felt natural. Once, he would have had to concentrate on the pattern, the chords and the timing. Now everything came together like it was completely natural. His fingers started to play Linkin Park's Leave Out All The Rest. It was a song he could kind of identify with. He could relate with wanting to leave only good memories behind and for everyone to forget the bad. But, of course, Zac could make that happen.

Suddenly a twig snapped behind Zac. His strumming hand stopped abruptly. His hand tightened on the neck of the guitar. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. He left his guitar on the ground and scrambled to his feet. "Ashy!" He said, hugging her. "How's my little prefect? I don't care what-" Zac frowned at her. She definitely wasn't happy. His mind whizzed back to the assembly. And he suddenly remembered why she was so upset. "Oh, yeah. You've got several of the Fearless Five in your house. Aw, sweetie, don't worry. You can get them in trouble and I'll make them forget. Or I've got a decent supply of cymbals." Even though I'm saving them for Sky. He hugged her again and went back to his guitar. "Come on. Music makes everyone feel better. Any requests?" His fingers tapped the frets, while the fingers holding his pick tapped it against the body of the guitar.

Ashy and him had bonded almost instantly. He was always the one who stood up for her. He was the one who she went to when she needed to talk. And she was the one who stood up for him. When he shouted and screamed at someone and they jeered him, she would defend him. She was clueless of the horrors that haunted him, but Zac liked it that way. Especially now with Cor and her cronies in Ashy's house. She didn't need to be worrying about what had happened when Zac was ten or twelve.

"Dad?" A twelve year old Zac came down stairs with a notebook clutched in his hand. Jon Barnes looked up at his son. He had a bloodied nose and was scared. "Not now, son." Zac looked at the clock. "But it's gone ten. I have to have this maths homework in first thing tomorrow." Suddenly a man burst in. He was as skinny as hell, but looked dangerous. "If you don't get out now, you won't ever hand in that homework." He warned, a sinister grin crossing his face. Zac turned and ran upstairs. But even from his room, he could hear the man beating his father.

"OW!" Zac's pick had snapped in his hand, splintering. "Shit, that hurt." He said, picking the shards from his various scratches. "Serves me right for using slim picks." He sincerely hoped that Ashy hadn't responded during his flashback as he rooted in his pocket for another pick. His hand was bleeding, but not that heavily. Picks didn't usually splinter, but that particular one had been cheap. Still, the blood might get all over his strings. So he found a tissue and wrapped it around his hand and smiled at Ashy. "Sorry. Guitarist problems."

Chris Russell

The awkwardness didn't lessen as Chris sat there. Students stared at him as they passed. Some seemed to vaguely recognise him. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. It was starting to get long again. While it was now dark, where as it had been blonde when he had modelled, it still made him slightly more recognisable. He smiled with relief when he saw the Headmaster approaching. He stood, eager to get away. "Chris, so sorry I'm late. We had an assembly, and there were Houses discussed, and schedules were given out, and everything just dragged on a bit." Leo said apologetically. He was about to reply when he was attacked by the pretty brunette who had accompanied him. It suddenly dawned on Chris who she was as he awkwardly returned the hug. "Amy?" He said, stepping away to get a better look at her. His face broke into a grin and he gave her a proper hug. "You haven't changed one bit! How long are you here? How are you?" He asked, ecstatic. His mind was buzzing with a million questions, but those three were the first out of his mouth.

"You look old." She murmured. He grinned. "At least I can get into bars without ID." He joked. "But, seriously Amy, the amount of crap I have been through since I left Arcana is unbelieveable. That's probably why I look so old. And the hair doesn't help either." He grinned. He then remembered the headmaster. "Sorry, Leo. I'm sure you can remember us here at Arcana together. So, am I going to get a spy style briefing? Or will it be more like an assembly?" His smile never slid off of his face as he spoke.

Amy and Chris had been inseperable for their time together at Arcana. They had been in the same year, and had been in all of the same classes. They had teased each other mercilessly but had always been there for each other. There had never, ever been anything romantic between them. Well, Chris had a crush on her for the first three months of their first year together, but he had quickly gotten over that. She had comforted him after a nasty breakup in his final year.

His phone started playing. "Just for the record, the weather today, is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A..." He snatched it out of his pocket. "Sorry. I thought it was turned off." He checked out the text. "Oh, God. It's from my brother, he's minding my house." He said, paling.

Any good looking single teachers? Male or female. ;)

His brother was the biggest bisexual flirt Chris knew. He felt like slapping him. "False alarm." He grinned uneasily at Leo and Amy.

Piss off.

Chris quickly sent off that text and turned off his phone. "Right, so. My mission." God, that was embarrassing.

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Morgan Janssen

Morgan slowed to a walk as she reached the front doors. Her head was clearer, but it only made the thoughts worse. She noticed Jackson and Jess talking together. She gave them an enthusiastic wave as she headed upstairs to change out of her sweaty and crumpled clothes. She picked her phone up from her bed and took advantage of her free internet to check her Facebook. She gasped and dropped the phone on her bed as she read all of her notifications. Friend requests, likes on statuses, likes on photos, comments on statuses, comments on photos... All from one guy.

She whirled around and resisted the urge to hurl her phone from her window. She quickly changed into a new outfit. She ran her hands quickly through her hair and headed out from her room, leaving her phone on the bed, not wanting to look at it again. She headed down and went over to Jackson and Jess. "Hey guys!" She said, a fake smile fixed on her face. Her voice sound a pitch or two too high. "Oh my God, I'm not fooling anybody." She said, letting her smile slide from her face.

She then noticed Jackson and Jess's expressons. They both looked worried. "Hey, we should start a club. Worriers Anonymous. Worrying about Worrying since 2012." She said, allowing a small smile to lift the corners of her mouth. "My name is Morgan, and my ex is stalking m- Oh crap. I didn't mean to say that." She said, covering her mouth with her hand.

Nobody knew. Not even Zac. Zac, who trusted her enough to tell her about the crap he had suffered in his past. Now she had blabbed in front of a girl she barely knew and Jackson.

Admittedly, Jackson was like the brother she'd never had. She loved his power, his personality everything about him. Unfortunately, he wasn't that fond of Alli or Zac, but he was still so sweet.

"Okay. Um, kinda awkward. It's a long story, and it probably doesn't matter any more. He can't find me here." Her voice wavered at the end and made it sound like she was asking a question. She stared at the floor. She hated it. Hated it. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. She had only ever tried to be friendly. She had never bitched about anybody. Even telepathically to Zac. Or Landon.

She wanted to scream. At him. At the school for not protecting her. At herself. Mostly at herself. She had revealed her darkest secret to two people whom she didn't know if she could trust. She had handled this all wrong. She should have just, like, gone to Mr Marinos or something. She wasn't sure what he could do to help her, but she was sure he could do something. Hell, even Zac would have helped. He would have just silently smashed his face in inside his head or tracked him down and made him forget all about her. But it was useless now. She just had to wait for their reactions.

Chris Russell

"For your information, my power is one of those you can't just turn off. I can't help it." Was that anger creeping into Chris's voice? He never got angry, but this girl was just too cocky for her own good. His authoritativeness was taking over- the side that made him such a good teacher. "You can't simply turn off adoptive muscle memory." He said, his eyes beginning to glint. He wasn't going to take this girl's shit. He was the teacher here.

Suddenly he was slammed against a tree. The wind was shoved forcibly from his lungs and for a moment he struggled to breath. He saw stars and for once began to wonder exactly how dangerous this girl was. As he struggled to get enough air back into his lungs, his anger began to build once again. He wanted to stand up and punch her in the face. Or flip her. But he was too sore, too out of breath to try anything. “Too bad that’s not going to help you against air manipulation. You were right to feel uncomfortable around me at first, love. Don’t. Ever. Patronize me. Again.“ He managed to wheeze, "I'm a teacher. That's my job."

Oh hell yeah. Even when I'm winded, I've got attitude.

He struggled to his feet and took a vaguely defensive position. If she smacked him against the tree again, he was screwed, but maybe she would leave him alone. His lungs still took in as much air as they could, and he knew she would pick up on his racing pulse and deep breaths. But there had to be someone around. Someone who could save him if he needed saving.

She would kill him without hesitation if he gave her enough reason. That much he knew. Her eyes told him that. His eyes had lost their previous glint, and he felt weak. But he would fight. If he needed to, he would fight.

"If you're going to attack, just do it. You know I won't and can't react. There's no-one around to hear me scream." Why the hell he was doing this? He could be dead before the day was out. "So, how are you going to kill me? Cut off my air supply? Force an air bubble into my blood stream?" Geez, Chris, there are counsellors out there if you're suicidal.

"Or are you going to let me run? Is it the chase you like, or simply just seeing the pain on people's faces?" Christopher Russell. Died an arse.

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Jessica had been on the floor for a while when she heard footsteps. Brilliant, she'd been found. Honestly she wasn't in the most of secretive of places. However, the brunette was not in the mood to have any kind of conversation just yet. She hoped severally that the person approaching was... semi understanding of her as a person. If there was no understanding, this was going to be awkward.

It was then that Jess heard a voice that she'd seldom heard before. An Irish voice that wasn't Elijah's... The voice of Jackson Murphy. She knew nothing of the man that she guessed was standing in front of her. He had also seemed like a very reserved character since she'd arrived at Arcana. But rumor had it, he held the best parties around here. Well that was about to be challenged, Jess thought with a small smile.

She didn't hear any trace of being scared in the males voice as he spoke, and this derailed the girl some. Either he was naive to what she was like or he didn't care. The brunette severely hoped that it was latter reason. She gave a wry smile 'Jack, Bad day is all.' She said briskly, running her hand through her hand, wiping it from face. She then stood so that she get some dignity back from the situation the Irishman had found her in. She didn't know what it was, but she never wanted to be considered weak. This included to people that she barely knew, like Jackson. Yes this girl's mentality was fucked up.

'How's Lulu? Saw her run out of the assembly hall earlier, you guys are friends right?' She asked Jackson, turning her attention back to him. Jess hated to admit it but something about the male standing in front her was making her nervous. This confused her slightly. It wasn't his power, if anything he should be scared of her. Nevertheless, Jack's presence was making her nervous. She was determined not to let it show however, She was better than that.

It was then that Mo came bounding up to them. She seemed happy at first, then that emotion went on the decline. When she had finished, Jess's roomate looked worried and dam right depressed. Jess knew she had to act; alright her approach hadn't exactly been consistent when it came dealing with her friends however, that was Jess. Her moods changed like the wind. Or did they? She stared back at Jack. Did he have something to do with her feeling better? Surely not, Jackson was a gentleman... right?

Tearing her eyes away from the Irishman, Jess turned her attention back to Mo. 'Mo, what's say we all go back to my room and a have a chat, huh?' She asked the girl. She didn't know Mo that well, but she had a feeling that there was something she needed to get off her chest, or it was just going to brew over. 'All of us.' She added, making eye contact with Jackson once more. She gave a look that told him she was talking no excuses, she needed him to help her, even just for a little while.

As she pushed Mo in the direction of their shared bedroom; she turned back to Jackson, pulling herself closer to him so she could whisper in his ear. 'You and her have a closer relationship... she'll be more open if you're in the room... Plus,' She looked down at her phone where the text from Jack had just come through, announcing the party, 'I'm going to have a hard time have a good night if we don't cheer her up.' She gave Jack a small smile, before indicating he should follow her.

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Leo could only nod when Amy said to him that she was going to check herself over. He had to admit that she was a little intrigued as to how her power actually worked on herself, as he had never seen her use it in that sense before. He had only ever seen her use her power on students, or on himself - seeing as he was so accident prone as of late. He sat there quietly as he watched her power arise from her, and the concentration on her face grew as she moved her hand downwards over her body. The male practically held his breath as he watched his brunette girlfriend's lips fall open, and the way she dropped her power in shock. He hoped it wasn't bad. Wished it wasn't bad. Wished more than anything in the universe that it wasn't bad, and that his Amy was going to be okay.

"What? What's wrong, Amy?" Leo's voice was merely a whisper as he looked into his beautiful Amy's eyes, his chocolate browns looking into her stunning violet orbs. He was confused as to what she was saying, about a doctor not being able to help them at all, that she was confused herself as to what was causing her sickness. He shook his head softly, signalling to her that he didn't really understand what she was saying; how could she not have been able to find what was wrong with her? That was her power, wasn't it? To be able to heal, and detect sickness in a person? So what could be affecting her if it wasn't medical? Could it be supernatural? A supernatural illness? Is that why a doctor couldn't be around to help? Now he was getting worried, working himself up.

However, the next words out of Amy's mouth turned his life upside down.

The immortal male practically froze in his position as Amy's words registered in his mind. She was pregnant. She was... carrying his child? No, that couldn't be possible. They had made love for the first time the night before - there was no way that this could happen. It shouldn't be possible. He was immortal, never changing - there should be no way that his... reproductive organs were even in working order, if they were frozen too, like the rest of his body. He didn't blink. He barely breathed. Frozen in fear, and shock, and panic. His eyes stared through hers, not registering that he was even looking at her. It was as if he was comatose, not there in mind, only in body. His mind was somewhere else, stuck in a panic. A baby? There was no way that he could look after a baby? He was barely getting used to the idea of a committed relationship with Amy, and now there was going to be a baby thrown in? He couldn't do that. He had never been good with babies. Ever. Babies and Leo just didn't mix. They usually cried when they were around him, threw up on him, peed on him - they didn't like him. The same thought was going around and around in Leo's mind, his eyes still vacantly staring forward, not moving, not speaking;

I can't do this....


Erin was surprised by the way that Drake had wrapped his arm around her shoulder, but she wasn't going to push it away; in fact, it was oddly comforting, having someone that knew her actually listening to her for once. She knew that Drake was probably the worst person to talk to about the things that were upsetting her or angering her, seeing as he was a dickhead, and a player, but there really was no-one else that she felt closer to than him. Sure, she had Cor - her best friend and all, but the girl was a bitch; everyone knew that, including Erin - she was never around when she was needed, and like Drake had agreed anyway, she was selfish. The whole point of being best friends with someone was that you'd have someone to talk to, but that person just wasn't Cor.

"Yeah, I know she is." The blonde girl sighed, letting her eyes slide close. She was actually quite comfortable, relaxing there on Drake's shoulder. He had taken all of that anger out of her, all of the upset, and thrown it away wherever he usually did. Sex with him was for some reason, the only way she was able to calm down - sex with others hadn't worked, as she had tried to move herself away from his attachment once, but she had just ended up killing the guy, and going back to Drake crying, and with blood on her hands. She knew that she shouldn't trust him; Drake Quellen and trust were two things that you should never put together, but she just couldn't help it. She did trust him; she trusted him with her life, her power, her sanity, and her body. And now she was trusting him with her thoughts. Erin Hawthorne was travelling down a dangerous road, and she knew it, but she just couldn't stop. She .... liked him.

However, soon, the girl was smiling again softly, looking up at the male who was half-heartedly trying to convince her that all he wanted out of Lulu was a good fuck. "Drake honey, one - you care more about her than just getting into her pants. You can lie to most people, but surprisingly, not to me." This was what caused her to smile softly, shifting a little in her position so that her head was still resting on him, but so that she was able to see him easier. "And two - do you really think that she's going to be a good fuck? She's so.... awkward and.... annoying." The playful smirk on Erin's lips indicated that she was already feeling a little better. "She won't be as good as me, anyway." The smirk changed into a sultry grin, one that the blonde reserved for the male with whom she was sitting with, and she moved her head softly to press her lips to one of the sensitive spots on his neck, her teeth nipping the skin of his collarbone ever so slightly. The change in her tone had to make Drake feel a little more comfortable; he looked like he was feeling extremely out of his comfort zone and wanted to bolt.

Then, her phone buzzed, and she moved from her oh-so-comfortable position, moving to retrieve her phone from in her jacket pocket. "Ah, a party tonight; hosted by your buddy. Hey, with a few drinks in her, you never know - your plan may come to fruition tonight." The blonde joked to the male, that playful grin back on her lips once more.


Jackson wasn't really sure why the girl was sitting in the hallway, and he was half-thinking of letting her be, and walking away, to go and sort out the rest of the things on his to-do list for the party tonight. But something about Jessica's position made the gentleman inside him wonder why she was there, and looking upset, and he came to the conclusion that he couldn't leave her in such a position alone. That he would have to stay with her until he was sure that she was okay, before moving on and carrying on with the rest of his day. He hadn't really spoken to Jessica before; he wasn't even sure what her power was. He believed it was something to do with her eyes, but powers didn't really bother him. He didn't care about being around Erin and her rage, and he didn't care about being around the girl who could take life with a touch. He saw through the powers, to the person inside - that was who mattered to him.

Jack nodded as she spoke, agreeing to her bad day statement. He was about to reply to her when she asked about Lulu - ah, yes. One of the small amounts of people who had the ability to make his day good or bad in a couple of words. An exasperated sigh escaped the male's lips as he leaned against the wall opposite her, crossing his arms over his chest. Jack looked down at her as he spoke, registering her. "She's all right, I suppose." His Irish drawl was completely obvious now, more than it usually was due to the amount of stress from the day. "She's sleeping right now - overworked her powers yesterday." He felt a little uncomfortable talking about his friend to someone that he didn't really know, but Jess seemed like a nice enough girl, and he would have felt bad if he hadn't answered her genuine sounding question.

However, before he could ask her more about her strange position on the floor, Morgan bounded up to them, happy as a bunny. He liked Morgan, treated her as a little sister of sorts. She wasn't really the sort of person that he usually associated himself with; hyperactive, a little dim-witted, but there was something about her that was so accessible, something that he wanted to protect. When her mood crashed in front of him, his eyebrows came together at the top of his forehead, confusion and a little bit of worry taking over his expression. It was then that Jess' words registered in his mind; that she was dragging him along to her's and Morgan's room, to talk. Really? Had she ever met him before? Or at least heard about him? He wasn't one for talking. There was something about talking he didn't like. But there was something in Jess' eyes that told Jack he was going to pay the price if he didn't go along with them; and seeing as he didn't know her power, that was a risk he wasn't going to take.

"Sure." He spoke, his voice slightly mumbled as he pushed himself away from the wall. The male tensed up ever so slightly when Jess came closer to him, and whispered in his ear about him being closer to Mo that she was. It wasn't as if there was something wrong with her; he just wasn't all that keen on people being that close to him when he didn't know them well enough. "I'm coming along. I'll do my best, okay?" Jackson forced a smile onto his lips as he looked down at the girl who was pressed against him. She was actually quite beautiful, he realized as he looked at her; her bright eyes, her curly, soft looking hair... He was then being pointed in the direction of the bedroom, and he grinned as he started to talk. "Okay, I'll cheer her up for you, okay beautiful?"

Before he carried on walking, Jackson quickly whipped out his phone, having felt it vibrate in his pocket. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he saw who the text was from, and a tapped back a response before dropping the phone back into it's previous position, and walking on.

To: Lu<3

I know, but I still felt bad leaving you alone in that state. That being said, you probably would have killed me for sitting there watching you sleep, wouldn't you? ;D

I'll be alright doing it on my own. Besides, I need you to rest up if you're going to have any fun tonight. You, me, and a bottle of JD sound good?

That's what I'm here for - sense-knocking.

At the moment, being dragged into a dorm room by Jess and Mo for "talking". Kill me now?


From: Your Jack<3

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Mo led the way to her room, a small smile lifting her lips. As she reached her door, she rooted for her key, before remembering she hadn't locked it and she had never given Jess her key. She opened the door and went in, before perching on her bed and daring to check her phone. Her heart stopped for a few beats when she saw a new message, before returning to it's normal pace when she read who sent it. "Jackson, you're having a party? Awesome!" She said, a grin lighting up her face. Her phone buzzed lightly and she nearly sent herself and her phone flying from the bed.

Mor? Are you okay? Listen, if you're still single, I'm living in San Fran now. You're in school there, right? Fancy... Meeting up? ;)

She hated being called Mor. She hated people calling San Francisco San Fran. She hated people using smiley faces. He knew she was in school in San Francisco, but he knew nothing about her. Oh my God. He knew she was in school in San Francisco. She had a vague memory of telling him she was attending a private school. There weren't that many private schools around. How long was it before he figured out where she was attending?

She quickly and angrily typed a text back.

Piss off. I'm happily single, and I'm not changing that for you. My name is Morgan. Only friends call me Mo. Nobody calls me Mor. I'm not meeting you, I'm not telling you where I'm going to school. Go find some other sad fool that will fall for you.

She hadn't even put the phone back onto the bed when his reply came.

Well fuck you then. I've changed, and if I'm honest I'm too good for you. But I thought you'd want to hear from me again. There are girls falling at my feet left right and center. It's your loss. I'll find you, don't you worry about that.

Her hands began to shake and she fired her phone across the room onto the desk. She wasn't worried about it breaking- she had dropped it down the stairs on one occasion and the battery had fallen out, but that had been the extent of the damage.

Her hands shook with a mixture of fear and anger. She wanted to slap him, and scream, and... Nobody could help. Nobody. This was between him and her. No-one could help. Not even Jackson, who had always stood up for her. Not even Zac, who had once wiped a dozen people's minds and given himself a nasty power hangover just because she had fallen down some stairs and made a fool out of herself. Not even Mr. Marinos, who had fought in goddamn Sparta. It was strange, but her current situation felt like a scene from an old Western movie. Facing off against each other, silhouetted against the San Francisco sunset. A weapon each- her power versus his cronies. Only one would walk away.


One grin. He knew, in the brief second before she lashed out, that it was his grin that had triggered it. Before he knew it, he was flying backwards, tree branches scraping his face. Once again, he hit a tree, hard, the air knocked out of his lungs forcibly. His head began to swim. And the worst was still to come.

It felt like she was whipping him. He had never known that air manipulation could cause that kind of pain. Shallow gashes appeared on his skin. Her eyes were so cruel. She was enjoying this. When she eventually stopped, he collapsed onto the ground, blood pouring out from his numerous wounds. "Oh, and don’t bleed too much on the forest floor - it attracts so very many insects." If he had the strength, he would have given her the V sign.

He had seen this so many times in movies. The hero, wounded by the mastermind, struggled to his feet or managed to crawl to where he could be seen and helped. But that was the type of thing that came with mental strength- something that Chris's ability didn't quite extend to. He just couldn't sum up the strength to get to his feet. It was almost like he could feel his strength ebbing. Unfortunately, he was fully conscious. The pain was clouding his mental capacity, but he was aware of the pain. It was hard to ignore it, if he was honest. Oh, how he envied Amy's power at the moment.

Amy. What if something happened to him? What if Corentine decided she wasn't happy enough with leaving him in extreme pain and decided to kill him? What- How would Amy feel? They had only been apart for five years, but it felt like an eternity. He had been so happy to see her, and she had been so happy to see him. And Leo. Chris didn't want to sound cocky, but he would be hard to replace. And he had upset Leo this morning with the phone incident.

Chris took a deep breath. Hell, this was going to hurt. He placed his feet flat on the ground and managed to shove himself to his feet. Almost immediately his head began to swim. That wasn't so hard. He took a step and pain flooded through his legs. Another. And another.

He managed to make his way to his room without too much incident. Obviously he received several strange looks, but he ignored them. Nobody rushed to help. Nobody rushed to help him to Amy's office. He couldn't remember her telling him that she was the school nurse; but if she worked here, what else could she be?

He collapsed onto his bed, not worrying about staining the pretty covers. The blood flow was beginning to stop anyway. He grabbed the strap of his bag, involuntarily letting a gasp escape as he pulled it towards him. He rooted in it and pulled out a first aid box. He wasn't quite sure what to do, so he just produced a box of anti-septic wipes from the box. He wiped as gently as he could, but he still gasped with pain on more than one occasion. In fact, there were fewer occasions that he didn't gasp. He just left it at that- partially because he knew Amy would turn up before the day was out, and more so because he was just too tired to do anything else. He staggered to his feet and changed into an outfit that was comfortable but hid most of the cuts- just in case anyone except Amy came in. This had to be kept a secret. He wouldn't let anyone know. Amy was the only one who he could really trust.

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Jessica felt the male tense under her touch as she leaned forward to whisper into her ear. Rather than being offended by such... frigidness, the brunette smiled. Touch made him uncomfortable. How ironic yet somehow... refreshing. Hell Jackson Murphy was a confusing man. He became even more confusing when he called her beautiful. What the hell was his game? True to Jessica form however, rather than swooming into his arms, she raised an eyebrow and gave him a playful smile; Game on She thought herself, following Mo into the bedroom the two of them shared.

Mo had sat down on the bed by the time the two of them had entered the room. She seemed to back to normal Mo again. Then she picked up her phone. Jessica saw the young blonde read the message on her phone, tap an angry reply, then throw the phone down on the bed next to her. Jess dreaded the next reply. Very slowly and with Jackson in toe, she walked around Mo's bed to her bed on the other side of the room.

It all happened so suddenly; first, the brunette heard Mo's phone go off. Then, it hurdled within inches of her face, causing her to stumble backwards into Jackson. 'What the fuck?!' She exclaimed, almost instinctly. Jackson really was going to think she was freak, they'd only just met properly about five minutes ago and she'd already invaded his personal space several times. He couldn't be here anymore, she decided. She couldn't explain her reasoning, but she knew if he was hurt, she'd feel bad for dragging him there. As Jessica, quickly regained composure she looked down at Mo, 'Will you excuse us for just one second?' She asked the girl. She didn't wait for an answer. She grabbed Jack by the wrist, deciding that the ice had been truly broken between them, and towed him out the room.

As she closed the door behind them, Jess looked up at the Irishman. He was strikingly handsome, but he was also marked with several scents. He knew that he and Lulu were close. She rolled her eyes. She knew little to nothing about the girl herself, but she heard her. Whispers through the corridors of Noctrem. Of course, she didn't know if any of these things were true, but she knew that Jackson was going to get himself hurt, badly. Not that it was any of her concern, was it?

Coming back to the real world, the brunette blinked and stared up at jack once more. 'Get yourself out of here,' She warned him,' Before she starts throwing chairs or something.' She gave a small smile, before walking closer to the door, 'I'll see you tonight then, yeah?' She told the Irishman, pushing the door open slightly. ' Oh and mines a white wine spritzer' She added, flashing a quick wink and another playful smile. What the hell are you doing Jessica?

The brunette entered her own room again to find a still depressed Mo, sitting on her bed and her phone on the desk opposite her. Whatever was bothering the blonde, it was something to do with the phone, Jessica had deduced that much by the way Mo had thrown the phone within inches of her face. Then an idea popped into the brunette's head, an idea which would mean that Mo wouldn't have to tell her about her problems.

'Mo' Jessica said quietly, sitting down on the bed and taking the blondes hand,' Show me what's bothering you.'

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Leo sighed as Katia spoke, mentioning their past to his new girlfriend. He didn't follow Amy out of his office after her snide comment about more P.E teachers, as he couldn't let on to the new teacher that there was more between the two of them than met the eye. "Come on in."

7:48 PM

It had been about three hours, that Leo had been in his office with Katia, going over her papers. Half way through their conversation, a drunken Max had stumbled in, and had been sleeping on the couch in the corner of his office until now. There was music coming from outside, the party obviously. He wasn't going to stop the party; he knew his students needed some sort of release every now and again, and he felt even better knowing that the party was being held by one of his own, Jackson Murphy. If the party had been held by one of the Noctrem students, he would have been a little more anxious about his students safety. But, Jackson had always been the one to hold the parties in the school, and he was sure that everything was going to be okay.

Going back to the situation at hand, Katia was all sorted; everything was signed and she was now a fully fledged member of the faculty. He didn't care about any of her past indiscretions; why should she? He wanted her as the dance teacher here as she was an amazing dancer, and she had an amazing personality, fantastic for teaching. "Everything's sorted, Kat." He spoke softly to the brunette woman, a smile on his face. "Welcome to Arcana." Leo was happy that he had been able to help her out, give her a job and a home. Max had left a while ago, sobered up and raring to go out, probably to the party. The male had asked Katia to watch out for him, to keep an eye on him the best that she could, and he knew that she would complete the job to her best ability.

Leo pulled his phone out of his pocket, remembering that he still needed to talk to his beloved, or at least find out where she was after she had stormed out of his office earlier. He quickly tapped in her number and pressed the phone to his ear, hoping and praying that she would pick up.


Drake had been cruel to her. Well, no. Cruel wasn't the word. He had been evil to her; evil in withholding her pleasure for that long, leaving her hanging until he decided to satisfy her properly. Erin loved being with Drake, but she also hated the way she practically turned to jelly around him. He was her kryptonite, the one male left in the entire school who was able to read her like an open book, and reduce her to the quivering female that she was around him. She was a normal girl around him; weak and submissive. She didn't like the way that Drake made her feel, but she couldn't help but want more of it. Her mind was a cesspool of crazy about him; everything Drake was messed up inside her mind. It was complicated for her, this relationship. More complicated than she wanted it to be.

"Have I ever told you, that you're just hot anyway?" Erin shot back at the male, a grin on her lips as she looked over at him. She couldn't stop herself from laughing when he mentioned about her being taken advantage off. "Baby, please. No-one could take advantage of me. And if you want me to get dressed, you better find my clothes then."

7:48 PM

Erin was still slightly shaky from her tryst with Drake in the woods earlier on that day. She had barely gotten over her intense workout with the handsome male, and it had taken her ten times longer to get ready for the party than it usually would have. It had been a while since things with Drake had been that extreme and intense, and she definitely wasn't complaining. She wondered if it was because of the strangely deep conversation that they had been having that had inspired their second and best time, but she wasn't going to dwell on it. In fact, she had decided not to think about Drake at all tonight. He was beginning to confused the blonde woman more and more, and she just didn't want to ruin what they had, despite her urges to do so.

The girl had quickly tapped back a response to her best friend when she had gotten back to her room, mentioning something like "I'll talk to you later, bad day." She was still a little pissed at the girl for not even realizing the loud argument that she had with Keirol, her ex, outside of the room, but she knew that it was stupid of her to feel that way; Cor was a selfish girl who's first priority was herself, but somehow Erin wanted more from her friend. She had again passed up the thoughts of the female Quellen as she got ready for the party, showering and dressing herself up in this.

Soon, she was downstairs, in the grounds. Erin was impressed, Jackson had done well with the decorations of the party, and it looked beautiful outside. The blonde made her way over to the gazebo which had been donned out in lights, and sat down on one of the arm chairs that had been placed out there. There was a glass of archers and lemonade in her hand, and she got herself comfortable. Now, to wait for a while.


7:48 PM

Jackson had got everything sorted. After being pushed out of Jess and Morgan's room, and being told Jessica's drink order, the male had gotten back to what he had wanted to do in the first place - sorting out his party. He had gone down to see the Chef again, and this time actually spoken to her about sorting out some sort of buffet for the party; it was filled to the brim with nibbles and bits for everyone to enjoy - crackers and breads, meats of every kind, sausage rolls, salad... she had done well. There was a bar in the main hall, which had the doors completely open so that access was easy, filled with every drink that could be imagined, and a skilled bartender (a friend of his.) The entire grounds had been draped in fairylights and lights put into the grass. It looked beautiful, he had to admit, and he had put a lot of work into everything. The DJ had been set up at the end of the grounds and a dance floor had been set up there as well so that girls in their heels wouldn't moan. He really had thought of everything.

Jack could relax now, standing by the side of the dance floor, sipping a glass of Jack Daniels, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt, smart shoes on his feet. He wasn't sure who he was going to see first, Lulu, Amber, or maybe Jess, but he was ready to speak to all of them, and had Jess and Lu's drinks already ordered with the bartender, so he could just pick them up. He hadn't spoken to anyone else who had come down to the party yet, and he was just surveying; that was what Jackson usually did at parties - watched, until someone forced him to interact with them. He wasn't one for being a socialite, but he did like throwing parties like this. He thought about maybe searching for Esme, to one, find out what she thought about his party, and secondly, what she thought he could do to make the next one even better.

He took a sip of his drink, letting the liquid create a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was nice, refreshing, something he knew and wasn't foreign to him.


7:48 PM

Max groaned as he rolled over in his bed, and fell onto the floor. The male had barely remembered coming back into his bedroom, after his little escapade in Leo's office. He remembered something about a new teacher being there, and Leo asking her to watch over him was a fuzzy memory in his mind, but that he wasn't sure of. He moaned as he sat up, the cold linoleum floor of his new teachers bedroom cooling down his warm body. He slowly made his way to a standing position, feeling a little woozy from his previous drinking. He didn't usually drink throughout the day, but with the new Noctrem students making their arrival into the school, emotions around the campus had been on an all time high, and had nearly drove the male insane. So, he had turned to the bottle of vodka in his bedroom.

The shower calmed down his aching body, the warm water trickling over his naked skin soothing him. It was one sure way to help him get over a hangover - a warm shower. By the time the handsome young male got out of the shower, he was feeling much better. The hangover headache was almost gone, but the array of emotions around the campus were beginning to get into his mind once more. He could feel a strong sense of anger coursing through him, someone was ready to murder someone close to where he was situated right now. It was over-powering him, and he didn't like it. Max could also feel some sadness coming from someone, someone else was a little scared, and there was someone around feeling rather horny. Mhm, strange mixture of emotions today. His problem was that he couldn't separate their feelings from his own; too many feelings were overpowering his own, and he hadn't been able to work out what he himself was feeling for the last few years.

Max couldn't stay up here with the angry person around, clouding up every one of his senses with rage. He dressed in a black shirt and jeans, the first couple of buttons undone, with converse covered feet. The male had decided to go down to the party; he couldn't turn down a good hootenanny like this, could he? Besides, he might even find someone down there to take his fancy. He didn't care if they were one of his regulars, like Cor, or Esme, or if it was someone that he just decided took his attention that night. There had to be someone there for him. Within moments, the dark haired male had pulled himself out of his bedroom, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes, un-styled, and made his way down to the grounds where the party was behind held. Max found himself sitting at the bar, ordering a straight vodka shot and a mixer of vodka and coke to go with it.

Hey, who could pass up free drinks, right? And apparently, the best way to fully get rid of a hangover? Drink more.

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For the last few hours, Jessica had been recovering. She was a smart girl, she had done a little research and was aware the capability of Mo's power, but she never knew it could be that intense. She just didn't hear what the blonde had told her. She had seen the mans face, the scenes that had unraveled between them when they had been together and she felt it. It was strange, under the story that Mo was telling, she could... hear? her anguish. Her panic, this girl was scared. Although Jess didn't need this broadcast to know that. Mo hadn't been right all day and now Jess understood why. She had been dazed for a few minutes. Frankly, she had been surprised how non plus Mo had been, how well she was coping with the whole situation or seemed to be now. Despite Jess's shortsightedness, she wasn't blind or stupid. She had known that Mo was trying to defer from the situation.

Deciding that this was too big a situation to be ignored, Jess had interupted the blonde in her outfit choosing, sat her down and told her the plan. They were going to see... someone in the morning. A figure of authority. She couldn't decide whether this was a matter for Mr Marino's or Mr Henderson. She had no particular preference other than Mr Henderson was the most non understanding person, ever. She'd let Mo decide who she wanted to go to. They would go to someone though, this much was certain, then the entire school could get on board and protect her... well that was the theory anyway.

Jessica's thoughts turned back to Mckenna, she needed to see someone to. There was no way she could leave her best friend alone iin her situation. She had over reacted earlier, she'd be the first to admit that. She needed to find Kenna; fast. She had quickly sent her a text.

Mickey, come out to the party tonight? It'll stop you going crazy, at least until the morning <3 xx

She had then begun the process of getting ready for the party. Putting some music on to help them get in the party mood; the brunette quickly jumped in the shower. Fixing her hair up into an elegant bun and choosing her outfit. She had deliberated on what she should wear for a while, debating on whether it was too indecent to wear to one of these parties. Then Jessica remembered, she had once attended a school full of promiscuous girls that had also transferred here. If she turned up naked, then this would also have been fine. She gave a small smile at the thought, lighlty applying some make up. The outift would certainly give the likes of Jackson and Gregory a shock!

That's when the brunette thought about her closest male friend. She hadn't heard from all day. She hoped that he was okay and that the Noctrem boys were being good to him. She took out her phone and rustled up a quick text;

Gregory Ryce! You are hereby ordered to get me a drink at the bar tonight ;) Meet me at the bar in ten? I'll be in the one in black xx

Smiling stupidly at her phone, Jess looked up at her room mate 'Let's go' She smiled, linking arms with Mo and strolling on down to the party.

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Mo grinned as Jess linked arms with her. The other girl had been more than a little freaked by Mo's power, so she was glad to see that she was still talking to her. They both looked fantastic. Even if she did say so herself. Mo loved her heels, but she was sensible and brought a pair of flats for herself. She had received a text from Alli earlier in the day, saying she was attending the party and that she wouldn't be needing any of Mo's clothes.

The two girls headed outside to Jackson's party. He really had done an exceptional job, as always. "I'll see you, later, Jess, yeah? Don't get too drunk. I won't be able to carry you up to my room in these heels." Briefly hugging her roommate, she sauntered over towards the bar and ordered an orange juice. It was as boring as hell, but it was alcohol free. However, unknown to Mo, a shot of vodka was slipped into it. The bartender noticed, but didn't say anything.

Sipping her drink and surveying the scene, Mo relaxed. Jess had promised her that something would be done. Mo refused to go to the counsellor, but she agreed to go to Mr. Marinos. She trusted something about the immortal headmaster. Maybe because he was a Spartan, and Mo knew Spartans didn't take any crap.

Before she knew it, she was finished her drink. The air was still warm, and she decided to order another. The bartender grinned to himself as he poured the vodka into the glass, but Mo noticed nothing. When he slid the glass towards her, her eyes searched the scene for somebody to talk to. Zac hadn't appeared yet, and Alli was still probably debating over what she was wearing.

Taking another sip from her glass, she smiled. Whatever the hell they were serving here, it was good. She stood up and noticed Emmeline standing against a wall. She waved at her, a smile lighting up her face. She glanced back along the bar, seeing if there was anyone to talk to there. Sighing as she didn't notice anyone, she sat back down at the bar, ordering herself another drink.

Her thoughts were beginning to get a little more jumbled now. The party atmosphere was infectious. She was incredibly relaxed, the drinks were good, and she was with great people. Even the Noctrem students weren't over the top. Well, admittedly, the night was still young, and the Bay Area still had plenty of alcohol left.


Zac stared in the mirror. He was all ready to go, drumming workout finished, a little guitar practice done, and showered and dressed. The music from the party was loud enough for him to clearly hear it from his room. So why was he holding back? Why wasn't he down there laughing at the Noctrem students making fools out of themselves and deciding what memories to implant the next morning? The truth was, he had one of his feelings.

He had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. It wasn't as bad as the feeling he'd had the day his father was killed, or the day he was abducted. It felt remarkably similar to the one he'd had the day that his foster parents had thrown him out. But for some reason, he knew that he couldn't just make everyone forget.

Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair before closing the door and heading downstairs. The party atmosphere was tangible from the moment he stepped outside the door. He saw Mo at the bar and grinned at her, before looking around. He saw Emma and his grin widened. He managed to sneak up to her without her noticing and covered her eyes with his hands. "Guess who?" He said, laughing, before dropping his hands and slinging one arm around her shoulder. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight, sweetie." He said, laughing a little. "You look great!"

"So, seen anyone that catches your eye? A word of advice; if they're pissed drunk, they're probably from Noctrem." He said, teasing her a little. Something still wasn't right. His eyes flicked around to Mo. She was clearly enjoying herself, and she was only drinking orange juice. Nothing wrong there. His eyes flicked around, searching for Ashy. She didn't appear to be there, so it didn't appear to be her. He repeated the same process for Alli. Again, she wasn't there. Which left... only him.

He instinctively shifted his position slightly, allowing for both protection and attack, if necessary. He looked around him, paranoid of attack. Everyone around looked innocent enough, so he shifted his gaze to the rooftops. They could be there. They could be hidden so easily, even here. They had come from behind him, without warning, before, so there was nothing stopping them from doing the same thing again. Maybe his flashback he had had earlier wasn't a coincidence.

Maybe tonight was the night everything went wrong once again.

But no. He couldn't let that happen. Everyone he cared about was here. Emma, Ashy, Mo, Alli... Besides, Mr Marinos was a freaking Spartan warrior! If anyone could defend somewhere they cared about, it was him. And surely they had other things to worry about than a scrawny seventeen year old who most of them had forgotten about.


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Mo was on her seventh glass of juice by now(at least. She'd lost count after the third.) and was starting to feel more than a little tipsy. Her judgement was clouded, and everything just seemed so much simpler. Everybody was friendly here! There was no division! She stood up and tripped over her own feet. Giggling as she clambered up, she brushed herself down. She felt like singing. She felt very much like singing loudly. But, instead, she turned around and ordered another drink. What little part of her rational thought was left suddenly noticed the bartender pouring vodka into it. He wasn't going lightly on it either. Her drink was roughly 50/50 vodka and juice. She was about to object, but then the alcohol in her system made her ignore it. The realisation hit her like a brick.

Oh dear God. I'm drunk.

She downed half of her glass in one, before deciding to head over to Zac, who was standing talking to Emma. I like Emma. Emma's nice. In fact, everyone here is nice.

Wobbling on her heels, she made her way over to Zac. "Hey, Zacky!" If she was sober, she may have noticed the flash of irritation in his eyes. "Hey, Mo. Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. "Yes. I'm fine. I'm perfect in fact. The bartender put loads-" She gestured wildly with her hands. "-of vodka in my drink, so I think I'm drunk. Have you ever gotten drunk, Zac?" He shook his head, a small grin on his face.

"Oh. That's a shame. Are you sure?" She stumbled a little, and he caught her arms. "Come on, I'm taking you to your room. You have no alcohol tolerance. Where's your purse?" She looked around. "Oh, at the bar." He sighed and shook his head, before turning to Emma and saying, "I'll be back in a few minutes." He then took Mo's arm. She grinned as they crossed the garden together. He grabbed her purse and went to turn away. "No, Zac, I want to finish my drink." She insisted. "No. We're getting you to bed." He said, his grin beginning to become strained. "No, I'm finishing my drink." She insisted loudly. He tried to drag her away, but she pulled her arm from his grip. "Jeez, Zac, what the hell is your problem?"

"Just because you had a crappy past is no reason for you to spoil my fun! You might have seen your father shot, but you were fourteen! I was eight when my mom died!" His eyes began to darken. Normally, this would have registered as a warning sign. But tonight, nothing was the same. "And you weren't even hurt when you were held hostage! You got snapped up into foster care as soon as your father was killed! Social services never even rang up to check my dad and I were coping!" She proclaimed loudly, loud enough for everyone around to hear. Zac stepped away from Mo, his grin gone. His fists were bunched up into balls.


He tried to keep his cool. He tried to remind himself that his friend was drunk, and that she didn't know what she was saying. But as she kept talking, he felt his anger building and building. His grin disappeared. His fists balled up. Today was not his day.

He shoved her purse towards her. She stumbled back, looking surprised. "I thought I could trust you, Mo! I told you all of these things for a reason! You promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone, even on pain of death! But you have a few drinks, and they all come spilling out! You think you're so great, knowing all my secrets! Just because you can't keep a secret, so you don't have any!" His friend straightened up. "You think I can't keep a secret? Well, guess what? I can! I managed to keep one from you! My ex found me again! He threatened me over text! He can find me!" Normally, this would trigger Zac's instinct to shut the hell up. But he was in one of his rages, and he couldn't stop himself as he shouted back at her. "You think that's in the same league as mine? As my father getting shot in front of me? As knowing my mom would never turn up to help? What about when my foster parents threw me out?" She yelled back at him, "You done something about that! You made them forget!" He roared back at her, "They still never trusted me again! I would have left if I didn't know that nobody else wanted me! And I was smart enough not to live on the streets! Do you know what it's like to go home every summer and know that the only you're there is because they pity you? No? I didn't think so."

He stormed away from the party, away from his friends, away from his one home. He headed for the forest. He broke into a run, finding his walking pace too slow. Gradually, the sound of the music faded as he lost himself in the trees. Finding a secluded spot, he sat on the ground and wrapped his arms around his knees. His rage began to fade, along with the paranoia he had been experiencing earlier. He rested his head on his knees. What had he done? He had just roared at his best friend in the whole world. Admittedly, she had muttered as he had been walking away, "Well, excuse me." But if she had any recollection of this in the morning, she would be so upset. And that was the last thing Mo needed if her ex was back.

He considered going back to the party. But it would just be too awkward. He would probably spend a few hours in here and then head back when Mo had probably gone to bed. He just wanted his own company now.


Alli closed her book, and sliding her phone out of her pocket, she sent a quick text to Mo, saying she'd be going to the party. She clambered from her chair and headed up to her room. She stopped with shock as she saw the door torn from it's hinges. She stepped into the room, which looked literally like a hurricane had hit it. She turned to her roommate. "What the hell did you do to my room?"

Jackson's party

Alli ran her fingers through her hair and stepped outside. She had chosen heroutfit after clearing up the room a little. Her clothes had remained mainly dust-free, and her shoes were pretty much pristine. She didn't usually attend these parties, but she had decided to attend this one. Usually her and Emma stayed in one of their rooms and watched a movie. Alli was willing to bet that before the night was over, they'd be back to their normal routine.

The place looked fantastic, Alli had to admit. Jackson always pulled out all the stops, and tonight was no exception. She looked around and noticed Zac shouting at Mo. She raised her eyebrows and went to the bar, ordering herself a drink. She took it from the bartender and headed to a table by herself. She merely watched as the drama unfolded, unable to hear what was being said as she was sitting beside a speaker. Zac stormed away and Mo came over to Alli's table. The blonde had clearly been drinking. She was giggling to herself and was unsteady on her feet. Mo drained her glass. "Hello, Alli. Zac and I had a little argument." Alli grinned. "I saw. Come on, you're sleeping that alcohol off." Mo grinned easily. "Okay so."

Alli took the blonde's arm. Mo was unsteady on her feet, and Alli was terrified that she'd fall and drag both of them down. They made it up to her room without too much incident. Alli wasn't really worried about Mo- she was worried about everyone else. If Mo kept drinking, she'd get aggressive, and Mo could very easily knock someone out. At least if she was asleep, she'd be in slightly better shape in the morning, and she-and everyone else- would be safe.

The blonde kicked her shoes off as soon as she got to the room. She lay down on the bed and Alli covered her up with the sheets. Closing the door gently, Alli headed downstairs. Bored, she ordered herself another drink and sat back at her table beside the speakers.

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This wasn't fun; this was torture. Not for the first time in her life, Ashleigh Fox felt like a puppet. She had no life, no soul, no emotions other than the ones that Drake Quellen was putting into her. He was pulling all the strings, controlling the conversation. The worst part for the blonde was that he knew his position all that well. She could tell by his smile that he was satisfied with the state he had her in. Dammit, why was she still here? The other side of the room was a much safer place. There were people that weren't trying to... she couldn't exactly explain what it was Drake was doing to her, all she knew that she didn't want to leave... but she didn't want to stay either.

Sky had earlier suggested that the pair dance. Dance?! Was this man serious?! Sky was all about taking risks, the blonde had deduced that much when she had met him, but that suggestion was just damm right stupid. Sure, she could dance and she was good at it. In fact, Dancing was the only thing Ashy actually had confidence at... helped by the teachers here. She had often been admired by Ms martin for her creative style of dancing and she had to admit, she was pretty damm good at it. However, two trains of thoughts crossed the blondes mind. The first; dancing now, with the hot male, was just going to make her look like a fool. Secondly, dancing with Drake in front of the rest of his fan club was boarding on a death sentence.

'Old habits die..' Her sentence was cut short by the disturbance at the end of the bar between Zac and Mo. For a few seconds, the blonde looked over Drakes shoulder to observe the scene. Mo was... different. It looked like she was drunk, which didn't make sense. Ashy knew that her friend rarely had any sort of alcohol, if at all... Odd. Mo had obviously said something to rile Zack up, because he shouted at her for a while, before stalking off out of the tent. '...hard' She finished her sentence to Drake, with a small sigh. It had been a long time since Zack had got angry and even though she knew she wouldn't be much of a match for him, the blonde decided she needed to see him.

She was about to make her excuses and leave Drake, setting herself free but the pair where then joined by.... an extremely drunk Erin. Knowing that she was close to Cor, Ashy looked round instinctively for any sign of the Ice queen. She was still talking to a man she didn't recognize. However, the blonde knew that if she was friends with cor, she soon would. Turning back to the situation in hand, Ashy found herself being presented a with a bottle of whiskey by the rather drunk woman in front of her. She gave a small smile at the girl; she wouldn't drink it, everyone in the situation knew it, well apparently not Erin. Then, her puppet master spoke, telling her that she should drink it otherwise Erin would get worse. Bastard. Ashy was a caring person, almost to extremes... She clutched the bottle closer to her. She did agree with Drake that the blonde shouldn't have anymore. Erin was also trying to... protect her? This concept was also extremely strange to the blonde. They'd barely spoken.

What happened next truely stunned the pure blonde. Drake, this guy who had so far been...well a player, turned nasty. Ashy watched in horror as he just grabbed a chunk of Erin's hair and spoke to her like... he owned her. What the hell was this man?!

She held onto Erin to keep her steady as the blonde walked towards her, and told her all about Drake. Even though the woman leaning into her was totally ruined, Somehow Ashy knew she was speaking the truth. 'Help me' She whispered. Why turn to this girl? They had barely spoken....but at that moment.. Ashy has never felt more scared. She watched as the blonde walked away to sit alone. Ashy thought of going to sit with her, to make sure she was alright. But first, the blonde needed to...confront? No she'd lose that argument... Question Drake. 'What the hell did you just do?!' Ashy asked, the shock from the past from moments coming through in her voice.

He's going to kill me.


Jess been at the party for a while now. She had entered the party with Mo. who had then warned her not to get too drunk. She gave a small smile before retorting 'I'm a Noctrem student, we get drunk on a regular basis.' As her room mate walked away, the brunette had taken a while to survey the scene around her.

The party beautifully set out; Jack had done well. Of course he had, he was Irish, they always knew how to have a good time. St Patrick's Day was evidence enough of that. There was enough food on the tables to feed an army and, the idea of the bar insinuated that there was enough drink at the bar to get them all suitability merry. Maybe a little more than that for some. Jess smiled wryly, surveying the scene of people she vaguely knew. Drake was with Ashy. Poor girl, so naive, so sweet. He was just a bastard and everyone with a brain knew it. Further up the bar there was Cor standing with Mr Henderson; the man with the oxymoronic job in the world, considering how... detached he was and yet, he seemed to be having a quite intriguing conversation with Cor. Fitting really, the two were perfect for each other.

As the brunette looked further along the bar, she spotted her room mate again, this time with Zack. She saw the male get angry at Mo, who didn't seem quite right..Jessica watched the male stormed out of the tent, for a moment she was torn. She knew how angry Zack got and she wanted to make sure the poor boy didn't get hurt as he had done several times before, but she was also ever so aware of her room mates position. Thankfully, Ali had taken Mo under wing and the brunette decided that the situation didn't needed addressing anymore.

As the brunette went and ordered a Vodka and Lemonade from the bar, her first drink of the night, she reflected on her day. First, she'd been left by a woman that claimed to be her best friend, then she'd been completely bewitched by the sexy Irishman that was Jackson Murphy and finally she'd had Mo crawl in her mind and shown her some frankfully distressing images that the brunette was sure, if she was sober by the end of the night, she'd probably have nightmares about. Yup. she needed this drink. It was vital.

Then a sight caught Jess's eye; Killian Jackson sitting on his own. This a strange situation, not that in the sense that he was alone, but in the sense that Jay was nowhere to seen. Jess was baffled by this; Killian had changed so much in recent times, now he was alone? The brunette was curious. Grabbing her drink from the bar, she made her way over to the man with the cheeky grin. As she did so, she spotted Jackson by the buffet, with Lulu who looked... unlike herself. Not that it didn't suit her, of course, it just wasn't what the world normally saw of the blonde girl. She then cast on eyes on Jackson, who was looking incredibly smart tonight, she gave a small wave of greeting, giving a small smile as she remembering their flirting session earlier.

'Mr Jackson, you intrigue me' She told Killian, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him as she finally reached the table, 'You're sitting here, completely alone, why?' She added, in way of explanation.

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Rebecca’s day had been a tad too weird for her liking. Generally all this moving around and insecurity was getting to her, nerves standing on end. She didn’t like it. The assembly earlier had been informal, and a tad worrying as well. As a woman who had been enrolled at first Arcana, then Noctrem, Rebecca had decent knowledge of the school differences, and she could just tell that this whole roommates-mess would be going south way too soon. Leo would’ve been better off changing them, but she supposed time was an issue too. She sighed, steadying the human sized punching ball she had been taking her frustrations out on, hugging it calmly. She’d gone down to the gym after the pop music from the student party going on had come to give her a headache. She wasn’t in a bad mood per se, but she was rather distracted and maybe a tad too pensive. She wasn’t the most social of people so instead of seeking out company, the female teacher had found her way down to her new favorite companion; the punching bag situated in the school gym. The only time she’d really ever find people to be around was Friday evenings.

Why Fridays? Well, those were the days Donny would leave her at her aunt’s to stay the night. Said aunt would always be passed out on the couch, and since she had been old enough to stop herself from being lonely on Fridays, she always had. Just one of the many twitches her brain did due to her past. She watched the red punching bag for a little while, before taking a few steps back, her body falling into that familiar stance; feet positioned about shoulder-width apart, left foot in front of the other, and her hands up near the sides of her face. Then, movements quick and practiced, Rebecca began a series; jab cross, stomp kick, jab cross, roundhouse kick, spinning back kick, jab cross… and so forth. The blonde kept right on going, her ponytail swinging wildly with every move. The teacher’s outfit was starting to absorb the sweat caused by her kickboxing moves and she had already removed the jacket. It wasn’t even a complicated series, but Rebecca recognized that she was a bit out of practice.

That was the thing with kickboxing; it wasn’t something you just did. You had to keep in perfect shape to keep up, and during their stay in the motel, Rebecca’s options had been rather limited. She had taken a run every morning, but she hadn’t been able to get near a decent punching bag, and she small ones boxers usually used would not do for kickboxing. Getting back at it felt amazing. Finally, after another ten minutes of constant jabs and kicks, the blonde, breathing heavily now, stopped, steadying the bag once more, a satisfied grin on her face, her body shining with sweat. “That’ll have to do for tonight,” she mused aloud, patting the punching bag before moving to pick up her jacket and sports bag. Then she padded into the dressing room, quickly washing herself down before throwing on her bikini. She put her hair back up in its ponytail, picked up her things and made her way down to the indoor swimming pool; the one intended for academic usage. Mostly because that was the better one when it came to actual swimming instead of playing around.

Rebecca dropped her things by one of the chairs before taking a swan dive into the pool, her body soon moving in its usual swimming pattern, switching between butterfly, crawl, and backstroke. By now she was so used to her preferred form of exercise that her body had begun remembering the movements by itself, which meant her brain was completely relaxed as her legs and arms brought her back and forth between each far end of the pool. In the morning she figured her mind might finally be ready to do some actual work. Which would be an advantage considering the party going on. If she knew her students, and she did, she was going to have a lot of managing to do. Steven wasn’t going to be happy with her sending so many students his way, but hey, he could take that up with Leo or at least someone who actually cared.


Drake merely took a sip of his whiskey before nodding slightly, his eyes capturing hers, when Ashy began talking, almost starting to lecture her. He didn’t say anything, but really he thought it amusing that the girl considering him and Erin more than friends. They were less than friends. That was the thing. She was a chick he fucked. Why did everyone think that meant he considered the girl a friend? Was that how it worked for everyone, because it didn’t seem that way to Drake. Then again, some were probably lying about the “friends” part. Hell, a lot of people did folks they didn’t even know. Was it then so wrong of him to fuck a girl he knew, but didn’t necessarily care about? Drake didn’t personally think so, but then again, his morality was oftentimes a tad fucked up. Anyway, Ashy trailed of easily enough, the outrage ebbing from her pretty eyes. Ah, sweet success. Sometimes people were a bit too predictable though. Especially little wallflowers like Ashleigh Fox. So easily manipulated by people who had even the slightest idea of what to do. This was child’s play to the male.

Slowly the look in her eyes changed, however, into something Drake recognized quite well. He couldn’t stop a seductive smirk from playing at his lips in response. So when Ashy asked him what he was doing to her, Drake chuckled easily, watching the familiar blush creep across her face. “Well,” he began, voice a seductive, dark purr, “that depends what you’re thinking of.” With that, he let his eyes do a tour of her body, just for effect, his smile growing once he reached her eyes again. At this point, the blonde dropped her gaze and Drake took the time to take a sip of his whiskey, feeling it glide its way down like silk. When the blonde looked back up, Drake smiled wryly. It was just too funny. She was going to check on Erin was she? Because Erin was her responsibility? That was bloody hilarious. “Well, you do need it,” Drake teased when Ashy asked him to wish her luck on handling his sister and Erin, especially if the two were going to be at odds now. Suddenly Drake felt happy to be in a different House.

Drake’s eyes had turned to watching the scene between Lulu and Jackson when he felt someone take his drink from his hand. Eyebrows raised, he turned his gaze to the thief; Ashy. Who… was actually taking a sip, probably mostly as a demonstrative gesture, because she sure didn’t look like she was enjoying it… considering the minimal sip she had taken. So when she commented, he laughed. He had to say the move surprised him a little, which only made it funnier. Of course on top of the fact that she looked like a stubborn child trying to take a stand with a parent because she wasn’t getting her way and wanted to be more “grown up”. “If that’s your point,” he countered easily, teasing her again, “you should probably drink the whole thing.” She quickly made her excuses after that and hurried away from him, more or less running off. He laughed again, not able to help himself. It was simply too precious. He watched her walk for a little bit before remembering Lulu and Jackson. The two had seemed quite tense for a bit there. Lulu looking uncomfortable, Jackson looking miserable. Now Lulu was leaving McKenna.

What the hell? Was everyone going to be miserable messes today? His sister, Erin, Jackson and Lulu, and he’d briefly noted Zac storming off, leaving a very drunk Mo. Well, Max was managing his sister, apparently, Ashy was going to try and deal with Erin, he could tell Alli was with Mo, but that was it. Jackson was off to himself and probably wanted to stay that way right now, and Lulu… well… he let his dark eyes follow her, and quickly gathered she was heading upstairs… with both Jack D and his rum. Someone wanted to get pissed, huh? She wasn’t getting drunk alone, he soon decided. He actually wanted her company back, and he was growing curious as to what had just happened. The male took his time drinking the rest of his whiskey, also giving Lulu the time to calm herself down a bit. Once he finished his drink a while later, Drake put a bit of money on the counter; tips for the bartender, but kept the glass as he followed Lulu’s path to the living quarters. He was counting on her being in her own room, which… probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do when you were drunk, considering how the place had splinters everywhere.

As he made his way to Lulu and Alli’s room, he thought things over. What did he even want with Lulu? With a bit of alcohol comfortably coursing through his blood, he felt his mind clearing somewhat. He knew he wanted Lulu’s company, he knew he wanted to treat her well make sure she didn’t get herself hurt. He also knew that he wanted to kiss her. Badly. Concluding on this, he gathered he was probably pretty into the girl. They were strange emotions that he wasn’t used to, but part of him liked the way it made him feel when he was with Lulu. He ran a hand through his hair just as he turned a corner, making Lulu visible. What was she doing on the floor outside her room? As he got closer yet, his pace picking up, he noticed her crying and surprisingly… it sent a stabbing jolt through his heart. Though that feeling too, was new, Drake knew what it meant; seeing Lulu like this wasn’t something he ever wanted to again. She had his rum practically glued to her lips too.

Instead of saying something though, Drake gently pried the alcohol from her hands when he reached her. He put the bottle and his glass down a little bit away from them and squatted down in front of her before he moved his hands up to brush the blonde hair out of her now moist face. “Lulu, what the hell are you doing?” He asked her, worry shining in his voice, his dark eyes taking on a considerable glint of concern too. He didn’t even care to cover it up; he just wanted the girl in front of him to feel better. Seeing her like this was also hurting him. He had no idea how to deal with any of this, but he was all she had right now, so he’d try. He was a piss poor excuse for a comfort, though, that much he knew, but maybe Lulu’s feeling for him would at least help him a little here. He moved both his thumbs up to wipe away her tears, looking into her eyes. “What happened?” The whole thing was disconcerting, because he had literally never cared when he had seen others crying. Never. Suddenly, just because it was Lulu, his heart was supposed to hurt with every beat?

If this was all there was to caring, why would anyone want it? Were people really slaves to their emotions this way?

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Jessica Coleman Character Portrait: Morgan Janssen Character Portrait: Zac Barnes Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy
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Almost as soon as Ashleigh had made Zac aware of her presence, she regretted it. As soon as the reassuring words left the blondes mouth, she felt the male in her lap stiffen in response. This was so frustrating. Zac didn't want to hurt her, so he just buried his emotions inside himself whenever she came near... She wanted to help him and he was never going to let him do that properly. Ashy sighed. Men were confusing. 'Trust me not even the strangest sight I've seen tonight' She told the male, smiling down at him, reflecting back on the evening. Drakes...antics, Erin's friendliness? All of that was enough to make ones head explode. The truth was however, that with Zac, Ashy felt calm. She always had done since they met. He was a breathe of fresh air; a new perspective. Granted, they were silly together, but she had never once got angry at the male. It was true that he infuriated her when he hid things from her, but she'd learnt to live with it, as always.

'You do save me' She said quietly, resting her head on top of Zac's as he rested it on her shoulder, 'You just don't know it.' This was the truth. The thought of Zac and his disapproval of Sky had been enough to have the blonde walk away from the pyro, not just tonight, but other times before that. She ran her heads through her best friends hair, an action meant to sooth the recovering male on her shoulder; however it was equally calming for the blonde. She wboysanted to tell him about Drake, about how he made her feel inside and how much she hated it, but Ashy knew better than that. Zac had only just got out of one fit of rage; best not to start another one. Chances were, though she had never told him, Zac already knew. Ashy was rubbish at hiding things, she admitted it to herself, she doesn't feel comfortable talking about boys to a person she considered to be like a brother.

'Zac, that isn't true, you have other friends, not just me you silly donut.' Ashy stated, smiling down at Zac. She was trying to cheer him up a little, whatever Mo had said had hit him hard and she wanted to take his pain away from him; if making him laugh with crazy insults was the way forward, then so be it. 'You do i'm letting sleep alone tonight, right? Come stay at mine, we can watch crap movies, drink hot choco and reveal in the ice queens lair.' Ashy giggled to herself as she thought about her room mate. She was safe in the knowledge that Cor wouldn't be back tonight, or at least anytime soon. She was probably having sex with someone, if not several people by now, Ashy giggled again at the thought.

She jumped up, extending her hand out to Zac as he sat on floor, 'So what do you say? Gonna escort a lady home?' She asked him, a dazzling smile crossing her face.


'I also don't like people making reference to my height, didn't stop you there though, did it?' Jessica Coleman raised an eyebrow at Jackson, before bursting into more fits in giggle. Damm, What was happening to her? They had only met today and yet she didn't feel awkward or strange walking home with him. It was like the two of had known each other for years. Not to mention, the guy walking alongside her was incredibly handsome; he was well build, had incredible hair and the most amazing eyes. It wasn't even the colour that stunned Jess the most, it was the story that they told. Yep, she was defiantly tipsy.

There had been a very slight pause before Jackson had answered her question; shit. She'd ruined it, that atomspheare that she had enjoyed so much had just been shattered, all because she was too nosey. The brunette could have kicked herself. Then, Jack pulled her close. Normally, Jessica would have got out of the males grasp and asked what the fuck he thought he was doing, however now was different. She didn't feel afraid being this close to Jack, which sent alarm bells ringing in the back of the brunette's head. Before she could listen to them or respond to Jack's comment about his evening; his lips were on hers. She took a sharp intake of breath, surprised by this move. Soon enough however, she relaxed into his kiss. Her hand, which had naturally fallen onto Jack's back after he had pulled her in, were now making it's way up wards, so that it rested just behind his shoulder blades, her thumb playing with the nape of neck.

It didn't feel strange kissing a man she'd only just met; Jessica didn't know whether it was the alcohol she had consumed, but it felt.... right. For once, Jess didn't try to analyse what was happening, her mind was filled with the man who was kissing her. Jackson Murphy; nothing else, just Jackson. After a while, Jessica broke the kiss but stayed close to him, staring into the beautiful eyes of the male that had just kissed her. He looked happier now at least. Had that been her influence? [i] You couldn't make anybody happy [i] that dark voice in her stated. Jessica decided to ignore it. Instead, she shook her head slightly and smiled at Jackson, 'You are an impossible man Jackson Murphy.' She stated, before wrapping both her hands around his neck and kissing him once more.

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Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Jessica Coleman Character Portrait: Morgan Janssen Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy
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When she had heard another female voice in the room, Jessica's head had snapped up. The site that greated her was a shocking one. It turns out that whoever shared a room with Jackson hadn't left party alone either. Lulu Allen was staring back at the brunette, looking bewildered and confused. Jess's eyes darted back to Jackson; he looked exactly how she felt. This was awkward. She had barely spoken to anyone who was in this room before and here she was, standing half naked in front of both them. This was definity a bad morning for Jessica Coleman.

'Jessica, please, find those god-dammed keys' She heard the frantic tone of Jackson's voice, but she had no sympathy for it. What did he think he was doing over here, writing a novel? 'I'm trying' she snapped, picking up one of his shoe from the floor and launching it in his direction. She understood his embarrassment; they were in the same boat. However, that was no excuse to treat her the way he was.. It took two to tango. He would do well to remember that.

Then, the male person beside Lulu stirred and she heard a voice that she recognized. Oh hell. She watched as Drake Quellen arose from the bed wearing... little more than she was. She stood up, her lips suddenly becoming a thin line on her face as she stared at the male in front of her. It made sense really, Drake was a self-confessed womanizer; the whole of Noctrem would think he was ill if he hadn't managed to pull someone last night. She watched as the male made a comment to Jackson, still handcuffed to the bed and then turned to her. She watched his eyes move up and down her briefly, 'Enjoying the view are we, Mr Quellen?' She asked acidly, not enjoying the way she was being observed like a piece of meat at market. She shifted a little as he brushed past her, lifting up his pile of clothes to reveal the blessed keys. What a complete prick. Then again, she didn't expect anyone in the room was surprised. 'And next time, don't be such a prick to your room mate, there's a good man' She replied to his comment, before striding across the room to collect her things. It was then that her eyes were caught on Jackson.

As she looked down at the man she had spent the night with, the brunette didn't have a clue what to say. She was pissed at him for treating her the way he had, but then again, she hadn't treated him amazingly well either. Plus, maybe Jackson mood was acceptable under the circumstances; she knew that Jackson was close to Lulu. To see someone violate your best friend like that? That would destroy anyone... She felt awful about what had happened. She almost wanted to say sorry to him, but reisisted, he had been willing. Simple as that. She stood up, grabbing her clothes from the night before. Then, she walked out of the boys room; running at a rate of knots back to her room.

She burst into her room, banging the door agianist the wall as she entered. She hadn't noticed a sleeping Mo in her room and frankly at this moment she didn't care. She was flustered, embarrassed and she felt like she crawling up in a ball and dying. Instead. she put her clothes in the laundry basket and strode to the bathroom, still dressed in Jackson's shirt. The brunette stared at herself in the mirror. She looked a mess, her hair falling out of the neat bun she had put it in last night and her eyes showing signs of tiredness. The brunette picked up a hair brush and started to sort out the mess last night had created. Well, the physical mess at least. That's when she noticed it. Right on her neck. A lovebite. Fantastic. Sighing, the girl exited the bathroom, not having time to shower, she stood in front of the wardrobe; deciding what to wear, preparing for the day ahead.


Ashleigh had been having the best sleep she had expierence in a long time; she always felt safer when someone was sleeping in her room with her. Besides Cor, that was. She had been slightly worried, when she had bought Zac back, that Cor was going to burst in and instantly judge her for having a male in their room. Not that she was in the best position to judge, mind you.

The two of them had been doing nothing untoward anyway, they had been watching films until what felt like the early hours of the morning, although Ashy didn't have much of a clue how the last one had ended. She must have fallen asleep. The blonde was then aware of a hand on her shoulder shaking her gently. She opened her eyes and gave a small smile, 'Mmm, good morning.' She said,looking up at the male she had shared a bed with. It sounded odd when she had said it like that, but that's how things were and it didn't feel odd for any of them.

Ashy was then aware Zac saying that he needed to go and get ready; why so soon? Something was wrong she could tell. She went to stop the male from leaving her room, but was the power of speech wasn't entirely with her this morning. She would ask him later how he was; though of course he'd say he was fine. She still hated the fact he hid his feelings from him, yet she told him everything. What was so bad that he couldn't tell her? Maybe she needed to talk to Mo and find out. She didn't want to go behind his back..but if he wasn't going to honest then so be it.

The blonde also felt the need to talk to Erin this morning at some point. She knew was going to be an impossible task with the girl probably being hungover and Cor being around, but she needed to check that she was ok, that she wasn't about to throw herself off a building generally.

Sighing, Ashy got out of bed, showered and got dressed quickly; she needed answers and she needed them now.

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Mo was woken abruptly as Jessica stormed into the room. She winced as her head began to pound and her stomach twisted. "What the fuck, Jessica?" She groaned. She sat up groggily and nearly collapsed back into the bed. She felt like hell warmed up. She desperately tried to remember what happened, but she came up blank. Her headache definitely wasn't helping. Jessica came back into the room and stared at her closet. "Thanks for waking me, Jess," Mo said sarcastically as she tried to work up the strength to get out of bed. She wasn't in the mood for being nice.

She dragged her feet out of bed and put them on the floor. She managed to get to her feet. She wasn't exactly steady on them, and the fact that she nearly fell over her shoes definitely didn't help. She caught sight of herself in a mirror and realized that she was still wearing her dress. "What the freaking hell happened last night?" She muttered as she dragged herself out to the bathroom. There, she found a glass and filled it with water. Sipping it, she rested her head against the cool tiles. The last thing she could remember was... Checking her phone and ordering another drink. Everything went fuzzy after that. When her glass was empty and her head was still as bad, she found the box of paracetamol and swallowed two, before heading back into the bedroom. She didn't trust herself to stay awake or to even remain standing for a shower.

She opened her closet and stared at it blankly. Eventually she assembled an outfit and went into the bathroom to change. She dumped her dress in the laundry and ran her fingers through her hair. It was far from perfect, but she couldn't be assed to do anything with it. It would do her for today. She went back into her room and checked her timetable. Herbology first thing. Resisting the urge to collapse back into bed, she picked up her bag from the floor where it lay and took out her phone. She was almost dreading what might be on it, but there wasn't any new messages.

"Someone's very talkative in the mornings," She remarked, glancing over at Jess. Morgan sat on the bed, grabbing her iPod from her bedside locker. "Seriously, feel free to vent. My brain's not willing to take anything in this morning. I think it's gone on strike."


Alli rolled over to slap her alarm. She always liked to wake up relatively early, but it appeared she wasn't the only one. She jumped and nearly fell out of bed as she realized her roommate was in the room. Shoving herself up in the bed, she stretched. She raised an eyebrow as she saw her roommate rooting in her bag for something. "I might be stereotyping, but if you're looking for a hangover-related headache cure, there's some in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. There's some with caffeine in it, I think," She said as she climbed out of bed. She crossed the room to the bathroom and rooted briefly in the cabinet before stepping back into the room and throwing it towards her roommate. She didn't pay much attention to it. Her power meant that her aim was near perfect. "If you want the shower, you'll have to wait a few minutes," She called from the bathroom.

Alli came out of the shower a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around her. "Bathroom's free," She said simply as she turned to face her wardrobe. She pulled out an outfit and pulled it on. Dragging a brush through her hair, she turned to face her timetable where she had it pinned above her mirror. She had a free first thing. Her fingers played across her dressing table. She picked up her eyeliner, lipgloss and mascara and applied them carefully.

Make-up done, she went back to her bed and pulled out her laptop. She opened it up and waited for it to turn on. Her fingers tapped a rhythm on the keyboard. Her laptop simply wasn't complying, so she stepped into the cleanest part of the room and started her stretches. At the exact same moment as she lowered herself into the splits, her laptop decided it would be a good time to wake. She didn't bother getting up, simply reached and pulled it towards her. She rose into a standing position and went into her browser. Suddenly her screen froze. She swore at her laptop and hit it, even though her logic told her that neither would help. She hit a few keys on it and, when it still didn't respond, held the power button. It still didn't respond. Alli's morning didn't appear to be off to a good start. She had nothing to do until 9:15 other than her gymnastic routines, and even that would be a push.

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Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Jessica Coleman Character Portrait: Morgan Janssen Character Portrait: Zac Barnes Character Portrait: Alli Jackson Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy
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Jessica sighed when she heard Mo's groggy, hungover voice from the bed opposite hers. She liked her roommate, she really did, but now was probably not the best time for the two of them to be in conversation; for fear of Jessica saying something she might regret. She turned around looking at the...extremely hungover mess that was Mo. She had got dressed. This was something that the brunette, who was still wearing Jackson Murphey's shirt, was still yet to achieve. She gave a sigh; she was going to have to give that back to him. The shame.

'Just your average morning at Noctrem,' She began sharply, 'I slept with a man I have barely spoken to, woke up with him pissed at me and then to top it all of, had a run with a basically naked Drake Quellen; isn't life just fabulous.' She finished sarcastically.

Sitting down on her bed, Jessica ran her fingers from her messy brunette. She hadn't even had time to talk to Jackson. But then again, what would she talk to him about. The incident with Drake and Lulu had, quite rightly, provoked a reaction out of him. Could she talk to him about that? Jessica remembered his reaction when she had asked him about the talk he had been having with Lulu the night before. He had been extremely closed off and that had been when he was intoxicated; what hope did anyone have of getting any sort of feeling out of him now? Jessica turned back to her roommate 'It's just one big mistake, Mo.' She muttered, before promptly getting changed into an outfit. Nothing too fancy, but to it showed that she meant buisness to anyone that questioned her; which would be everyone. God, today was going to be tough; she needed something to take her mind off of all this. She needed to have some fun. With that, the brunette promptly pulled her phone out of her pocket and start tapping a message;

To: Sky :D
We need to talk... or get drunk; whatever gets me out of this foul mood
From: Jess xxx

Smiling to herself, Jess tucked her phone back into her bag; Sky would know how to cheer her up. The two of them were extremely close and despite his apparent addiction to sex, the brunette couldn't fault the pyro. They had fun; just not too much fun.

Jess then looked back up at Mo, 'Mo, what happened to you last night?' She asked. She had remembered her having a arugment with Zac, Zac storming off and Mo being dragged away but the master mind that was Alli Jackson. It seemed to the brunette that she wasn't the only one who had experienced some drama last night.