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Zac Barnes

Nope, that never happened. Even though you remember it like it did.

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

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Full Name: Zac Matthew Barnes
Nicknames: Zacky, Zee
Age: 17
Birthdate: 30/5/95
Home Town: Born and Raised in the Golden City, otherwise known as San Francisco.
Sexuality: Hetrosexual, but openminded.

School: Arcana
Power: I can change, add and remove someone's memories. But if someone really, really wants to remember something or if it's a memory that shapes someone, I can't do anything to it. I unfortunately can't do anything to my own...
Likes: ~Playing Drums ~Playing Guitar ~Listening to Music ~Debating ~Joking ~Reading
Dislikes: ~Assholes ~Bitches ~Rap ~Country and Western ~Music without a meaning ~Mob Movies ~Horror Movies
Fears: Losing control of my mind and forgetting who I am.

Personality: At first, I appear to be the perfect student. I love to debate. I actually give a crap about my work. But when you get to know me, my other side becomes clear. You realise it's me doing it when the teacher forgets or thinks a deadline is a different day. I play drums and guitar mainly just to entertain myself, but I usually give the ol' drum kit a smash when I'm frustrated or angry. Which is more often than you would think. I try to forget my past and live in the present.

I suffer from pretty extreme mood swings due to my past. I was held captive once, had guns pointed at my head and been threatened God knows how many times. So sometimes, I can freak out. One little word can send me straight into a rage, where I shout and scream at you for no reason. It can cause me to freeze and close up just as easily. But the rage is much more easily triggered. It only lasts a few minutes, but during that time I tend to run out of the room and smash the hell out of my drums. I then usually return with my tail between my legs. It's extremely embarrassing if it happens in class. But if I do freak out in class, the teachers will usually understand if I don't come back and give Mo my work.

History: I was born right here in San Francisco. My mom left my dad when I was four. That's the only part of my history I have successfully forgotten. All I can remember is a lot of crying. I didn't understand because I was only four. My dad got fired from his job and turned to drugs to earn money. I was completely oblivious until I was ten. I thought he was a courier. He was, but not of the kind I thought.

When I was ten, I came down stairs one night to find my dad dealing. I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew it was bad. He sat me down the next day and told me exactly what he was doing, and why he was doing it. I stayed awake at night, worrying. I went to school the next day and fell asleep in class. I began to get bullied. My dad kept dealing. He tried to earn enough money to pull himself out, but he couldn't. Every time he tried to stop, someone would threaten him, and he had to keep dealing. It was a vicious circle, one I told myself I would never get pulled into.

When I was twelve, I made him forget that I needed to go to school. I was beginning to slip into depression,and couldn't face going to school any more. So I was allowed stay at home. Well, I wasn't allowed as such. But you get the point. I didn't want to burden him with the fact I could do this. So I done some research into people with powers like mine, and I discovered Arcana. I couldn't go for another few years, so I had plenty of time to figure out how I was going to tell my dad.

When I was fourteen, I saw him shot. A deal had went wrong, and the police had burst into the house. The guy he was dealing with grabbed him and put a gun to his head. The police officer pulled his trigger, and that's when the guy pulled his. I was sent to an emergency foster home. I contacted Arcana and asked to be enrolled. I was finally old enough, so I was accepted. I go back to the foster home every summer. My mom disappeared off the radar a few years ago. The police think she got in trouble with gangs. The foster home hasn't a clue about my power. I told them once, but they freaked. So I made them forget again.

Anything else? I'm determined never to stray to the dark side. I will not be swayed by any of the Noctrem students.

So begins...

Zac Barnes's Story

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Character Portrait: Benjamin Sean Hershkovitz Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Elijah Claymore Character Portrait: Freya Mason Character Portrait: Morgan Janssen Character Portrait: Zac Barnes
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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.

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

BEEP BEEP BEEP

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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Character Portrait: Scott Andrews Character Portrait: Landon Hirst Character Portrait: Theodore McCaffrey Character Portrait: Zac Barnes
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He found him at the lake.

The lake was a memory, a piece of his childhood untainted by pain. It had been a few hours from his house by car, a fixture of his summers. He always got to bring a friend, and he and that friend would swim and splash while one of his parents looked on, monitoring him to ensure that he didn’t simply fall asleep and drown. Whenever he needed a lake, it was the first lake that came to mind. Spreading its silvery looking waters and the copses of pine and birch that surrounded it was surprisingly easy for a geographic feature so large. Sometimes when he added geography, it was more akin to airbrushing a background, but with the lake… it always seemed more real.

Scott was sitting on a small dock made almost entirely out of driftwood. He was wearing a bathing suit, relaxing. His bare feet dangled in the water, scissoring gently, but his attention was cast upward, where the endless eggshell blue sky stretched into an imposing bank of angry-looking clouds.

It didn’t even take a thought for Theo to change into a bathing suit as well, baggy and modest, black with thin white stripes spaced a few inches apart. There was no rippling, no melting, no morphing. One instant he’d been wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt, the next trunks and a different t-shirt, more appropriate for the warm summer day that either he or Scott had conjured. He could never be sure which anymore. Scott seemed to have just as much control of their surroundings as he did, these days. It was almost like he was learning, the same way he had in life. Just seeing Theo do it meant that he could do it too.

“It looks like there’s a storm coming.” Scott spoke without looking back at him. The dead boy raised his hand, flicked his wrist. A stone, small and flat, which hadn’t been there before went arcing at the water, hitting once and then skipping nearly a dozen times before its momentum and spin petered out and it sank.

Theo dropped down to sit beside him, leaned into him. Scott didn’t pull away. He never had. He never did. “That’s a bit ominous, don’t you think?” Theo asked it teasingly, and in unison they gave Scott’s trademark reply to the question. “It’s your dream.”

Theo looked skyward as well. The clouds were a dirty looking gray sheet slowly being drawn toward them… only it wasn’t slow, it only seemed that way. They were so distant that he shouldn’t have been able to perceive their movement at all. He was distracted when he felt familiar fingers brush the skin of his back, his stomach. Scott was pulling his shirt off. Either of them could simply have willed him to be shirtless, but where was the fun in that. “C’mon,” Scott said, hopping to his feet once he’d exposed Theo’s pale torso. “Let’s swim before it starts.”

Smiling, Theo nodded and stood as well. He bent his knees, as if preparing to cannonball into the lake, but then sidestepped behind Scott and tried to shove him in. Almost as always, Scott was too fast. He slid one leg back and twisted, grabbing one of Theo’s arms and jerking him forward so that he tripped over Scott’s other leg. Rather than let him fall though, Scott kept hold of his wrist and swung about, digging in his heels. Theo wound up hanging backwards, laughing, the soles of his feet on the very edge of the dock, waiting for Scott to let go. He looked up at the boy he loved as he raised his free hand to give him a defiant middle finger. He frowned though as the world around him seemed to ripple, to shake. That was when Scott let go, and Theo fell.



Reality intruded on his dream of the lake. Theo’s eyes did snap open, and in the hypnopompic aftermath of the other Scott’s wake-up call, he felt more annoyed than intense. It died away though, the vivid dreamscape giving way to the Arcana-bound bus that he had boarded… he glanced at his watch… not so long ago. He’d been one of the first on it, and now he’d be one of the last to disembark. He could have played with the dreamtime a bit, but he didn’t want to leave himself too disoriented.

Even if the other Scott had lingered, Theo wouldn’t have said anything. He stared, watching him go, then did a quick assessment of the others left aboard. No one, it seemed. He eased himself to his feet and made his way down the aisle between the rows of seats. Soon enough he was outside, grabbing the single large duffel bag that housed all of his personal effects, which mostly consisted of clothes, and not very many of those compared to the wardrobes most of his peers sported. He was in dark brown cargo shorts today, and a gray ringer tee that he’d intentionally bought a size too large in order to hide the lean muscle he’d been packing onto his frame. He’d always had strong legs, well-shaped calves, so he didn’t mind wearing the shorts quite so much. They were baggy as well, and fell to just below his knees.

Making a show of having some difficulty with the massive blue duffel bag, he swung it over the opposite shoulder of his backpack and “staggered” toward the school. He didn’t do anything more than nod to the few lingering outside, if there were any. He didn’t really care. His eyes were unfocused as he trudged deliberately into Arcana and frowned at the cluster of bodies massed around the list. Maybe he should have tried to get to it first.

Something seemed… strange. He overheard bits and pieces of conversations. When he spotted Jessica hugging Morgan, asking her to show her to their room, it clicked.

They weren’t being boarded with other Noctrem students.

They were being put with Arcana students.

He’d been mildly worried about this whole process. There were a few Noctrem boys who he would have preferred not to room with, and a smaller few more who he knew without a doubt would have proven disastrous to pair him with.

If he’d been mildly worried before, he was now on the verge of anxiety. He’d never been lucky, not once in his entire life, and he was fully expecting the same ill-luck now. I’m going to end up with him, he thought, his teeth practically grinding themselves flat as he let his eyes search out the dreaded potential roommate in question.

Relief hit him like a ten pound sledge-hammer. Landon wasn’t bee-lining him. He seemed to be waiting for something. That meant the worst possible scenario hadn’t come to pass. He would have done anything and everything in his power to get his room changed, if things had shaken out that way. Drawing a steadying breath, he dropped his bag heavily and waited for the crowd to thin a bit more before he moved forward to investigate the list. He didn’t find his name until nearly the bottom. Zac Barnes and Theodore McCaffrey. And nobody he hated too much was anywhere near him. In fact, the two people he wanted to be as distant from as possible were in the same room.

“There goes my luck for this year,” he intoned blandly, simply thinking aloud. He couldn’t have asked for a better roommate. Really, as he thought about it, Zac was the best roommate he could have been given from the pool of male Arcana students. For the first time in weeks, Theo actually looked… well, not happy, but not detached or miserable, either. He returned to his bag and lifted it with an entirely theatrical grunt, throwing out a hand to steady himself against the wall. He probably should have gone to speak with Zac, but that would have brought him past Landon, and near Colby. It was far too early to deal with either of them. He knew the way anyway. Zac could catch up with him. Without another word, the oneirokinetic teen headed off toward the dorms, to the room numbered eighteen, specifically. His progress would be slow, thanks to the show he was putting on with his duffel, but hopefully he’d manage to escape unscathed in the excitement and confusion, neither of which he felt himself.

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Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Theodore McCaffrey Character Portrait: Freya Mason Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Zac Barnes Character Portrait: Alli Jackson
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“Room 6” Scott kept repeating to himself, he had almost forgot his own room number.

There was a map at the entrance, but Scott didn’t pay interest to the map, but the scrap of paper that resulted on who he would be living with. Because of his terrible memory, he found himself walking around the school looking for the dorms. There were so many places that Scott felt tempted to go too. There was a gym-room, which Scott would probably spend half of his free-time in. They had there own swimming pool, which he had to admit looked really cool. He made his way to the second floor, and without even having to consider, he knew immediately that the dorms were here. He followed the numbers until he reached 6. Beside his room were 5 and 7, and if he could recall, Corentine was in room 7. Scott stood still, imagining him late at night, making his way to her room so that they could do there “daily routine.” Scott shook his head and entered his room laughing. It was better then he had expected.

There were two large queen bed’s that sat beside each other. There was two thick mirrors that hovered above each bed. Scott as himself, started to flex his muscles at his reflection. One bed was already occupied with stuff, such as books and clothes and he already knew that was Izzy’s. There was a closet that was big enough to live in and a washroom that was amazing. Scott moved his bed closer to the window. He begins to recklessly scattering his things almost everywhere maybe just to piss of Izzy but Scott wanted to go and eat, he was starving. The speakers began to buzz and a teacher begins to speak. An assembly at 10? Scott turned toward the clock and It was already 8:30. He wanted to fit in a good hour of working out before the assembly. Scott left the rest of his things on his bed and opens up his phone because he had received a message.

He mumbled her name under his breath.
Did you just ignore me Mr. Andrews? ;) I’m in room 17, come find me! I’ve missed you!
-Freyxo


For a moment Scott’s heart had dropped. Stupid, Why didn’t you make your move? He kept telling himself. You should have made your way over to her when you had the chance. Scott frowned, his mind still continued to torment him. He replied as fast as he could. He was going to kiss her, it was time for him to profess his love for Freya either way.

I‘ll be heading your way
-Scotty


Room 17 was all the way at the end of the hall, and it looked like no one was here except for Scott himself so he made his way down to the first floor where everyone was. Everyone was still outside, crowding the small piece of paper that hangs on the entrance. Frey was still outside too, she was chatting with Ashleigh, who is probably her room-mate. Scott moved closer and closer to both of them but then finally something took over. He grabbed Freya by the waist, spinning her around. Without even the consideration that both of them were talking, Scott didn’t care, he wanted to kiss Frey and he did so. Without hesitation, Scott kisses Frey. He carefully pushes her strangling blond streaks of hair behind her ear and presses his lips on top of hers once more, his face still an itch away from hers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for such a long time” He says in a low whisper. As awkward as it is, Ash was still right there. Scott took a step back but still held onto Frey’s hand.
“Right so I’m going to let you guy’s go back to what you were doing, I’ll see you both at the assembly.” He lets go of her hand and shoots out a playful smirk and quickly runs off back inside.

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Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Benjamin Sean Hershkovitz Character Portrait: Scott Andrews Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: McKenna Marinos Character Portrait: Freya Mason Character Portrait: Morgan Janssen Character Portrait: Zac Barnes
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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.

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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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Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Landon Hirst Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Cain Montgomery Character Portrait: Colby Haskins Character Portrait: Theodore McCaffrey Character Portrait: Zac Barnes
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Noctrem’s ex-headmaster was still looking delightedly smug when his phone vibrated. He finished off the last of his Irish coffee as he pulled the device from his pocket and toggled to his messages. Reading Leo’s reply, he snorted and began composing as he walked toward the cafeteria.

It’s “braggart”, you anachronistic ponce.


He slid his phone away, suspecting there would be no further texts from their illustrious headmaster that morning. He was frankly amazed that Leo had given him his phone number in the first place. It took all the fun out of getting his hands on it unconventionally and then prank-calling him, sadly.

He headed into the cafeteria fully intending to breeze in and out before there was a chance of his getting caught up in any trifling conversations. He grabbed a large blueberry muffin, an orange, and after surveying his options for a few more seconds, several pieces of bacon wrapped in some napkins. He wasn’t staying in the large eating area; that would have been like an invitation for people to intrude on his rare good mood and ruin it with their tedious comings and goings. Juggling the food items that he’d selected so far a bit, he managed to twist the top of his travel mug off. He refilled it, leaving about two ounces unaccounted for, and didn’t bother adding cream or sugar.

The orange went into one of his pockets, along with the bacon. The muffin seemed like it might explode into crumbs with the slightest provocation, so he wasn’t taking any chances. He beat a hasty retreat, quick-stepping out of the caf and then turning to head toward the classroom he made use of for Power Control. He was still very sore that Leo hadn’t managed to provide him with his own office, and as such was completely boycotting the “teacher’s workroom”, which might as well have had cubicles and Scott Adams cartoons to complete its utter lack of charm.

If he passed by any students on his escape, he had a perfectly crafted scowl at the ready for derailing any attempts at socialization. He needed solitude, so that he could think. The implications of the students being mixed were staggering. He had to wonder if Leo really had known about the list. If he had, why hadn’t he done anything to change it? It would have taken Cain all of ten seconds to correct the error. Did the immortal actually want the kids mixed? He had to, at least subconsciously. Otherwise he would have been unable to rationalize leaving it as it was. He apparently had time to exchange snarky texts, so he obviously had time to hand-write out a bunch of pairs of brats.

He shifted his coffee into the crook of his arm and fumbled in his non-food-carrying pocket for his keys. He kept the classroom locked for a variety of reasons, not least of which was the bottle of Maker’s Mark that he kept in his desk. He wouldn’t have put it past the little bastards to steal it, but really, half of them could have gotten into a locked room and a locked desk anyway. Oh well. As long as it was still there, he wouldn’t have to launch an inquisition.

He kept the lights off, preferring dimness, and used his hidden bottle of booze to top off his coffee before securing it in the drawer once more. He laid out his breakfast on the large desk, unwrapping the bacon and chewing on a piece as he pulled open yet another drawer. This one contained weeks and weeks worth of trash tabloid and celebrity magazines, and after rifling through them, he selected a copy of Life & Style.

Leaning back in his seat, he kicked his feet up on the desk. His pant legs rode up a little bit, exposing the clunky looking monitoring device that was affixed with some sort of space-age strapping to his left ankle. Eyeing the blinking green light on it crossly, he shifted so that his food was in reach and flipped open to a random page in the trashy magazine. He’d alternate between bits of this or that and sips of coffee, saving the messy orange for last, and read about Katy Perry and John Mayer. An announcement from Leo about an assembly intruded on his not-so-guilty pleasure, and he sighed, eyeing the clock on the wall.





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He’s not new, just drop the ‘ethrean’.

Landon’s explanation helped not at all. It really only made matters worse. The exact spelling of the name he’d seen next to his had already slipped away from him, and he had to wonder, briefly, if Landon had gone nerd on him and started speaking in some kind of weird Middle Earth language. Drop the ethrean, drop the ethrean. He repeated the phrase over and over in his mind.

The riddle went unsolved. Landon had taken it upon himself to fix up Colby’s lips, wiping at the corner of the speedster’s mouth with a saliva-wet thumb. Colby didn’t mind at all. Landon’s saliva was very familiar to him, and he secretly enjoyed the way his ex-boyfriend/bestie was always looking out for him, motherly or otherwise. He wound up blinking when Landon just wandered off toward the list. Only then did it occur to him that he could have checked to see who was rooming with Lando, or Sky. Oh well, he’d figure it out eventually. Landon’s just abandoning him didn’t bother him; he’d actually been doing that more and more lately, but nothing had changed when they did hang out, so he wasn’t worried. Whenever he asked Landon where he’d gone off to, the response was always running, which… whatever, really. Just because he didn’t have any secrets didn’t mean his friends weren’t entitled to them.

Speaking of Sky, there he was. He was looking for… oh, him! Their eyes would wind up meeting, and there was another blast of displaced air as he sped on over to the shorter boy, wearing a big dopey grin as he came to a halt. He held his hands out, a silent offer to help the pyrokinetic sex-pot with his luggage. About, oh, a second or so later he just dove into conversation.

”Did you see who you’re staying with yet? I’m so totally bummed it’s not me, but like, at least we’re in the same place now, haha. I think my roommate is like, an elf or something. Drakka-whatever. Seriously, it’s like… something out of the Lord of the Rings, haha.” It should be noted that Colby didn’t really have an “inside voice”, and that Drake might very well have heard Redline’s assessment of his name if he happened to be passing by or within, say, twenty feet? Sky would, of course, have difficulty getting even a syllable in until Colby was finished. ”Hopefully neither of us get stuck with prudes. Drake-whatever- OH! DRAKE! Wait. He’s from Noctrem. Why am I roomed with someone from Noctrem? Ugh, his sister is such a bitch-skank. Well, he’s hot at least.” He started looking around for the shadow-manipulator. ”I bet-“

Sky would never find out what Colby would have bet. The announcement came over the loudspeaker. Mr. Marinos’ voice never failed to captivate Colby, and he fell silent (which almost never happened) to listen to the message. News of a mandatory assembly completely disrupted his frenetic train of thought. His idol and crush sounded pissed. Maybe the roommate thing was some kind of mistake, and they’d straighten it out at the assembly? That gave him a little hope for scoring a more preferred roomie, but when his mind went back to the living arrangements, he renewed his verbal assault on Sky.

”We should get you settled in and stuff, haha. Maybe there’ll be time to head back to my room.” His eyebrows waggled; Sky probably already knew what heading to Colby’s room meant, but the eyebrow waggling would erase any doubts. His gaze panned over the students who were buzzing around the roommate list and he spotted Landon again, standing all by himself, like he was waiting for a bus or something. ”Dude!” he called, but then stopped. What if Sky and Landon were roommates? He was somewhat aware of some hints of jealousy, mostly from Sky, regarding the two of them. For some reason, he got a really weird, bad feeling in his chest when he considered the two of them sharing living arrangements. They were both so different, but he cared about each of them way more than he was capable of expressing with his limited vocabulary and discomfort when it came to emotions.

It would all work out, he decided. It always did. They were both just friends anyway. Nothing to worry about, right? Besides, Sky had no right to be jealous. He was having sex with like, one out of every five girls in the school, it seemed like. Colby’s nose scrunched up as he thought of that. He’d grossed himself out. Shaking his head, he realized he’d kind of just been standing there not saying anything and blinked, trying to catch up with whatever Sky had started saying to him.





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He heard quick-moving footsteps behind him and tensed; it was only Zac, false alarm. He arched a skeptical eyebrow at the other boy when he laughed and made light of the enormous duffel bag. It really was heavy. The strap of it was cutting very painfully into his shoulder, and he had brief thoughts of tossing it to him. The duffel, nearly as tall as he was and packed with everything that Theo owned, probably would have slammed Zac into the wall. That urge passed pretty quickly; instead he just shrugged, and nodded once they reached their room.

Of course, upon entering, he realized that it was actually Zac’s room. He was just a going to be taking up the extra bed. His eyes fell on the stand of drums and some arcane muscle in his left cheek, an inch or so below his eye, began to twitch. Perhaps Zac was not the best roommate after all. There were very few things that Theo could tolerate less than amateur musicians, and his understanding of that particular subculture was that drummers were the worst of the lot. His lips pressed together into an extremely thin smile as his eyes neatly quartered off the room, inspecting every inch of it. The muscle-spasm stopped a few seconds after it started, when the announcement about the assembly came on and he dutifully listened to it. He respected Marinos, the teacher, not the girl, and was curious enough about what the convocation would entail that his facial tic died away. When it was over and Zac said his piece, Theo said a single word: ”Thanks”.

He’d let Zac decide what precisely he was thanking him for. It could ostensibly be showing him to the room (which he could have found on his own). Or it could have been accepting him into the room (which he actually had no choice about). It could even have been for clearance to do what he wanted (Zac would not have liked what he wanted to do very much at all). Theo wasn’t really thanking him for anything. He was possessed of no gratitude whatsoever, at least in his current situation, but it seemed like the socially appropriate thing to say. He liked Zac well enough, but that had been when they’d only shared a few classes. Being thrust into living together would no doubt change things, but it would be better if they could get along. It wouldn’t be easy, but Theo actually did want them to have an amicable relationship, if only because anything else would probably have involved even more effort on his part.

”See you later,” he added as an afterthought when Zac took off to eat. He would, after all. It was inevitable. He’d see this boy every single day for the rest of his time at Arcana. He definitely needed to work a little harder at not disliking him as much as the drums made him want to.

He heaved his duffel onto the newer looking of the two beds, which he presumed was his. He’d contemplated heaving it into the drum kit instead, but… that would have been very noisy and troublesome, however satisfying. Rubbing at his shoulder, he moved to close and lock the door, and then settled his backpack down on the desk that was opposite his bed. He returned to the duffel bag and fought to unzip it. He’d brought all his cunning and organizational skills to bear on fitting every single article of clothing, book, and other miscellaneous item that he owned into the thing, and it was just a solid, tubular mass after being hung off his shoulder for the walk. He tugged and jerked until he’d finally managed to get the duffel open. He proceeded to somewhat solemnly pull out the neatly folded shirts, pants, and shorts, spreading them out in tidy piles on the mattress in order to decide how best to store them. Some wound up in drawers, others on hangers. It didn’t take very long, mostly because he’d managed to maintain some semblance of order with his insanely methodical packing process.

Socks and boxers wound up in his top drawer, the former balled into pairs and the latter neatly folded in half. Unlike many teenage boys, Theo did not own a single pair of comically printed underwear. His were all solid colors and extremely unflattering. He only had two extra pairs of shoes, some rundown sneakers and a pair of nice shoes that Scott had bought him for his last birthday that he’d never actually had occasion to wear. Those went on the floor of the closet.

Next came electronics. He settled his laptop on the desk and plugged in his power strip, then went about connecting a few wires. Beside that was the most expensive thing he’d ever actually bought himself: a 22 inch flat screen monitor, which he used for watching movies. He connected the single cable that would allow the video feed to transmit to the larger, high definition screen, and then set up the pair of decent-but-unremarkable speakers he’d obtained for the same purpose. Last of all were his clunky, noise-cancelling headphones. He was going to really value that descriptor by the end of the week, he realized.

He booted up the computer, his fingers flashing over the keys with terrifying speed to check his email and start up a few torrents. Hatchet 2, The Cabin in the Woods[i], and [i]Martha Marcy May Marlene. He liked having options, and by the end of the day, he suspected he’d very much need to unwind with some horror. His thoughts strayed briefly to Jade, to Drake, to Jaysin. Maybe if he was feeling sociable he’d see if one or more of them wanted to join him. Or maybe he could bond with Zac over a scary movie. They could argue about the schlockiness of Hatchet 2 easily enough, or the meta-horror-comedy elements of The Cabin in the Woods. Maybe that would be the key to their successful cohabitation: arguing. He did enjoy taking Zac on in Philosophy.

Once his downloads were underway he finished up. There were his school books and supplies, which found their ways to shelves or drawers respectively. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, the book he was slowly working his way through when he didn’t just feel like dreaming, ended up on his night stand, along with his very basic alarm clock and the charger for his phone. He plugged both in, checked his phone in order to set the blinking red 12:00 12:00 12:00 of the alarm clock to the current time. After that, there was nothing more to do than roll up the empty duffel bag and stow it in the closet.

He didn’t have any truly personal effects. Some of the content of his laptop’s hardrive might qualify, but that was as close as he came. No posters, no knick-knacks or tchotchkes, no photographs framed or otherwise. If it weren’t for his desk and school books, Zac might have wandered in later and thought Theo had decided to move into a broom closet instead. There was absolutely nothing he owned that would give any insight into who he was save for the single pair of shoes that he’d probably never wear. Even then, the meaning behind them would probably be lost on anyone who thought to question their existence. Everything else was utilitarian in nature, things that he used every day.

Unpacking hadn’t taken him very long at all. He hazarded a glance toward the locked door of the room. Did he want to go get breakfast too? Trying to recall the last time he’d eaten proved as useless as ever. His naps and dreaming made time blur together, and so he resorted to patting his flat stomach to see how angry it seemed with him. Mildly, it turned out. He forged a quick plan: light breakfast, running, a quick shower, and then the assembly. He pulled open the drawer he’d assigned his athletic wear too and briskly changed into a pair of meshy black shorts and a white tanktop, which he pulled his t-shirt back over. He trod to the closet, switching out his school sneakers for his running sneakers, and stooped to lace them up tight. He gave one last look around the room, then headed out.

Sighing, he unlocked the door and made his way into the hall, then toward the cafeteria.

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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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"Scott! Scott Andrews!" Scott turned and he couldn't believe it. A long lost friend, someone that he thought he lost forever but she was here, Alli Jackson. She had her arms around him in seconds. She changed, three years and she has changed dramatically. He was in disbelief that she was here. "I can't believe your here" Scott said staggered.
He held onto her tighter, the memory's of when they were only kids scattered through his brain. "I cannot believe you're here! I thought you were going to school abroad or something. Come on! Let's go catch up over breakfast!" She had grabbed onto his hand and Scott only followed.

They moved into the cafeteria and had taken a seat with Zac Barnes. Alli couldn't keep her feet on the ground, she was almost fidgeting with excitement. "Who are you rooming with? I can't believe they put us with Noctrem students. I'm with Lulu Allen. She's not bad. She's certainly better than Corentine or somebody. Can I ask, does 'Fuck up' make any sense to you? Because she has no problem with saying that to me." Scott laughed, she was speaking so fast that he almost didn't catch what she was saying.

"Im with Izzy and your with Lulu? Well aren't you lucky." Lets just say Lulu was of the only few girls in Noctrem that didn't bite as hard as the rest. Alli had asked Zac who he was rooming with and Scott was all ears. Theordore McCaffery, the kid on the bus. Scott was mystified, he was staring into Alli’s eyes, It has been such a long time since they saw each other. They were best friends, only until they went to separate schools. He would have never speculated that Alli had a superpower of your own.

“Now I might know why you were so good in gymnatics” It was a wild guess, Scott grinned. Maybe she would take a guess of what Scott‘s power was, but that would be quite intricate. His power is complex. Scott glanced at his watch and knew it was time to hit the gym. “Alli how about tomorrow we catch up? I have to get going.” Scott said glumly. She had agreed and Scott leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Scott waved bye to both of them and made his way over to the gym.

Scott had been working out, every drip of sweat dashed across his cheek and ran down his neck. The gym it’s self had almost everything you would need to bulk up and stay and shape and staying in shape was practically Scott’s middle name. 10 more he had said to himself. Exhausted, Scott was in use for a shower, he used this time before the assembly to work out and now he was trenched. The only reason he had fitted time for some working-out was mostly because he wanted to keep himself from thinking about what he did. He had kissed Frey and now she was probably confused as he was. There relationship was deeply complicated, Scott wasn’t even sure if they were in a legitimate relationship. In Noctrem she kept everything non-physical, and now, Scott can’t help but feel like he messed everything up. Did she even like him? He was confused and tired. He wanted to know how she would be feeling right about now. Scott wondered and shook his head. He grabbed a fresh towel and rubbed himself down and made his way to the second floor. After a shower Scott changed into fresh clothes and made his way back downstairs. There was still time before the assembly and he really wanted to check out the grounds.

On his way outside sat Jade and Addison, who both are extreme eye-candy. Both Addison and Scott knew each other before they even went to Noctrem. Addison was in LA and Scott was only visiting. The first time they met each other, certainly didn’t go so well. Addison was training on her shape shifting and as luck would have it she had shaped herself as a snake. His apprehension towards Snakes are still large. They are slimy, slithery and absolutely repulsive. If Addison hadn’t turned back Scott would have lost it and sent her buzzing with electricity. It sure is a story you would tell at the bar though.

“City Girl!” Scott called out for her, a nickname that he only gave her and the nickname she gave him, city boy. It had caught the attention of both girls. The grins on both of there faces, he was sure that they were on some sort of alcohol or maybe he was wrong, but that is something the would do. Get wasted before an assembly, Scott couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you guys up too?” Scott chuckled, he stood right beside Addison and gazed through what was always her miraculous blue eyes. Uphill, underneath a tree sat what looked like to be Mckenna, and a bunch of a other girls.

“Oh that’s right Jade, you’re with Mckenna.” Scott breathed in, that was like putting a harmless sheep with a blood-thristing lion in a cage, though Jade wasn’t that bad, if you did get to know her.

“And do any of you know where Cor is” Scott added. By the looks on both of there faces, they already knew why Scott wanted Cor. At least all last year Scott and Cor would have sex, there were no strings attached. No one got hurt emotionally, It was just for sex, and for Scott that was a golden ticket straight into heaven. He was tired of what was and what remained of his relationship between him and Freya, he wasn't running away in fact, he only just wanted to know what Cor was up too. He was in need of a sign, a sign from Frey that she still liked him. Another idea, another risk but Scott was up for it. He flipped open his phone and sent up a message to Freya.

I'll be at your room after the assembly. It's nothing bad, trust me
-Scotty

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Character Portrait: Eleanor Carson Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Isabella Dorson Character Portrait: Izaiah Dorson Character Portrait: Elijah Claymore Character Portrait: Lilian Grace Elizabeth Daniels Character Portrait: Zac Barnes
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Izzy was leaning against the wall, lost in thought when Ellie opened the door. It made him jump, half of him went into the wall. He quickly straightened himself, stepping a few feet from the wall and smiled to Ellie when he heard her say”Good morning, sunshine. How are today?”. He stood up straight “I am doing quite well today Ellie, got all my work done for classes and got to play some music before I got ready. Always a nice way to start my day at least.” He looked at her for a few minutes, he figured with more students that it must harder for Ellie because of her power “Now how is Ellie doing this morning?” he looked at Ellie with a concerned look.

Just then he heard the announcement from Mr.Marinos over the speaker, he could tell there was some sort of strain in his voice, that got Izzy wondering what has gotten to Mr.Marinos so early in the morning. Izzy let the thought go as he began talking again “Would you like to join me to get something to eat before the assembly? Maybe we can grab something and go somewhere less… crowded to eat”. He sometimes wondered how Ellie could stand hearing all the thoughts in her head, he knew it would probably drive him crazy.

Izzy looked around him as he waited for Ellie, he wondered where Elijah was this morning and wondered if he would be interested in having breakfast with him and Ellie. He shifted his feet a little and looked to his watch. “Maybe later on I can get my guitar, we could take a walk, and I could play a bit if you would like to listen? Maybe Elijah would like to join us. I still have yet to see him this morning. I also need to see who my roommate is, I hope they aren’t too bad and I also hope they know how to clean up after themselves.” Izzy has been going over in his head on who he wished he could have as a roommate, he really wished it could be Elijah or even Zac but would just have to wait to see who it was.

He hoped for at least today he would not run into his cousin or her friends, he couldn’t stand those five and always felt very uncomfortable around them and sometimes even went thru things because of his nerves. Then he wouldn’t hear the last of it and it drove him nuts. He just really couldn’t understand how people could be so cruel and nasty to others. They sometimes made him mad when they would pick on some of the other girls such as Lily, who he tries to look after her when it comes to the Noctrem students. He has stood up to a few of them which usually doesn’t end well but he can say he at least tried. Izzy let his train of thoughts go and focused on Ellie once more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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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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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'Ah well, some people say that that end of New York is the place to be' Ashy smiled at her room mate, rubbing her own leg nervously. She didn't really like thinking too much about her live in New York. The perfect life apparently. Well that was a load of rubbish. Life of suppression more like, Ashy thought darkly.

'Oh, I used to do all sorts of dancing, but I excelled in Ballet, so it's kinda my strength.' She explained to Freya. She truly loved to dance, it made her feel so free of everything. Her body, her cares and just life in general. She didn't mind that she wasn't exactly the best dancer in the school, it wasn't about showing off her talents for Ashy. It was more of a stress relief.

Ashy gave a small smile when Freya mentioned that she would have to kick Zac's ass if the drumming continued. 'Oh feel free, me and the rest of the world have no objections, at all.' She told the girl.

'I've been to England, but it's a country that fascinates me' Ashy commented as Freya was telling her about her past. She'd heard so much about England, the royal family was especially of interest to her. She had probably been the only person on campus to use the day off they had been given to watch the Royal wedding a year and a half ago. Everyone else had just slept in. 'I've also never seen that film' She smiled, as Freya explained about the old film's she loved. Ashy decided that she'd probably have to watch a few of them, just to say that she'd seem them.

'Well, there's the Dance studio, cinema's, Gym and there's quite a few social spaces that people hang out in.' She said quietly, 'Oh and then there's Jackson's parties, they're always fun.' She gave a small smile as she thought about the Irish male. He was hot and he made her blush like nobodies business, but she didn't like him like that. He hadn't given her the chance, he was very illusive, the sort of person that turned up when she needed him and that she didn't really see again. They were friends, Ashy couldn't deny that, but the relationship between them was an infuriating one.

Mr Marino's announcement brought Ashy back to reality and she blinked several times. 'We better go.' She told her room mate. Standing at the door and holding open the door for her, 'I'll show you where the great hall is, you'll love it, it's beautiful.'

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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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"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.

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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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Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Landon Hirst Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Freya Mason Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Zac Barnes Character Portrait: Alli Jackson
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'I will draw the house captains name from the hat; Ardley's house caption will be Ashleigh Fox.'
Ashy felt the colour evaporate from her face as Mr Marino's spoke the words at what seemed like a snails pace. House captain?! Where these people sure?! Surely picking names out of the hat wasn't really the best method to decided on positions of responsibility?! Ashy felt her breathing quicken, she needed to get out of here. Now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Benjamin Sean Hershkovitz Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Eriol Adelart Character Portrait: Elijah Claymore Character Portrait: Yvette Evan Beatrix Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Zac Barnes Character Portrait: Bethany Phillips
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Ben was pissed. Him? House Captain? Leo can go fuck himself. There was no way in hell that he would be able to do this. Ashy would be amazing at being a house captian, but with Cor in her house, Ben felt really sorry for her. People would listen to Drake, and Beth seemed completely fine with the fact. Only he was the fucked up one of the captains, of course his house was going to loose in everything. When he heard who was in his house, Ben was seriously not pleased. His best friend, Eriol wasn't there, but Eriol's girlfriend, Yvette, was. Ben pretty much hated her and it was mostly out of jelaousy. He thought that ever since she came into his buddy's life, Ben was second best. Maybe he'll use his new position to make her life hell. She wasn't fit for Eriol, no self confidence, what kind of person is like that? Eriol was going to get the best, if Ben had anything to say about it, maybe he could even sabatoge the relationship between Eriol and Yvette being the captain. On the other hand, there was no way in hell that he would be able to be responsible, hell he can't even get his own lazy ass to class let alone other people. Luckly, no one truely hated him, but niether were his good friend either.

When the assembly was over Ben rushed outside. Neither did he want to see his "house mates" nor did he want to be near people. Period. Quickly he rushed to his room, but it took him a while, after all his sense of direction isn't the best. Finally he got back to his room and opened the door with the key around his neck that Elijah had given to him earlier. On the floor next to the door, was his duffel bag, exactly were he left it. Although he did see a fairly large pakage on the empty side of the room, his side he assumed, amd thruth behold there on the mailing address was his name in his sister's cursive hand writing. Quickly he tore open the package and found a note. Inside it said,

Dear Benjamin,
I hope you are ajusting at Arcana. This is the place where I think you truly belong. I've sent you all the items that you've asked. I guess you we're pretty lucky that you were planning to visit and already sent your items beforehand. I've also brought your guitar. Tell me when I can bring up Lucifer, he misses you.
Lots of Love,
Cathleen, Jacob, and Mollie.

P.S. I've added a picture of Mollie since you haven't see her in a while and she's grown so big now.


Ben looked at the picture of his niece. Her little red riglets covered the four year old's head. She was grinning and the sun really brought out her freckles. Inside the box, was most of his things, minus a few things here and there that were lost in the fire. Next to the package was his guitar. Man how he missed her. This was what he needed right now, after hearing the terrible news at the assembly. Music was his therapy. Ben didn't even care to put his stuff away, all he did was grab his guitar and walk outside towards a clearing. There he saw Ashy and he was about to call out to her, but then he saw her with Zac. He didn't have a problem with him at all, but he was jelaous. Even though he knew that Ashy and Zac we're just good friends, but he couldn't help himself. He stated to walk away but the ripe leaves on the ground couldn't help but crunch. Ben just hoped that it wouldn't give him away. As much as he wanted to be with Ashy, there was always Zac. Ben wanted to go find a place to play his feelings out, like the teenage boy that he was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ashy had to blink and take a moment to comprende what Ben had just said. Damm his ability to speak for long periods without breathing. It wasn't really good for anything except making her brain work at double speed! Well yours isn't only good for refilling peoples water bottles and getting people wet Ashy thought to herself, smiling at the thought. She had come to the conclusion that she was going to win no great battles with the power that had been 'god given.' But it was a neat little party trick and something she hoped to use for the good of the world. That was, once she'd refined to do so.

'Oh i'm fine.' She told the Auburn haired male across from her, ' Well, I am now..' She added quietly, staring down at the floor. The thought was being a house captain becoming less scary, but scary all the same. She quickly reflected back on the assembly and remembered that Ben was always a house captain, at least she wouldn't be totally on her own. There was Ben and....Drake... Oh Jesus
'How are you?' She asked Ben brightly, before he could ask her any sort of question. Ashy hated questions, besides she was never going to be able to explain all the emotions running through her right now. Not in a million years.

Ashy looked back at Ben, he seemed happy to see her there was no denying that and she felt the same way. But she just...couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her. She could tell by the way the males smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Something was up, and Ashy wanted to know what.

Before she could question Ben further however, the pair were joined by the arrival of Zac. Ashy didn't know why, but she always felt it slightly awkward when the two of them collided. This was completely absurd considering that the two of them were on 'level pegging' as it were. weren't they? The confusion of Ashy's feeling for Ben threatened to cause her to go into a day dream, she pushed that issue to the back of her mind. Not here. Not now.

Ashy rolled her eyes as Zac approched them, 'What part of 'wait here' did you not understand?' She said, smiling at Zac slightly. 'I was coming back!' She said in mock exasperation, nudging the male slightly.

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Amalthea Desolee Roerig Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Zac Barnes Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Alli Jackson Character Portrait: Christopher Russell
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Zac's phone buzzed gently in his pocket. He pulled it out and grinned at Ashy as he read the text. "Jackson's having a party tonight. Oh, this will be entertaining. Especially because we've got class in the morning. Bet you five bucks at least half of the Noctrem students aren't in class tomorrow." He said, a wide grin on his face. He slid his phone back into his pocket and decided to head inside. "Listen, Ashy, I'd better go start getting myself ready for this party. I'm going, if you and Mo have to drag me in. This is going to be an insane amount of fun."

He kissed the blonde on the cheek. "I'm guessing you don't want the tissue back. Hey, did you know that in medieval times the lady would give a knight her handkerchief to show him that he was her favourite?" He winked at her, before straightening his guitar strap and heading in the general direction of out of the forest.

He reached the edges of the forest without too much incident. Grinning, he started for the school. The Noctrem students were infamous for their drinking, and he was well aware that tonight would be no exception. There were always a few incidents that made every party worthwhile. Her headed upstairs towards his room. He unlocked the door and let himself in, before surveying the room and deciding what to do first. He headed into the bathroom and found a box of plasters. Sticking some onto his scratches, he shoved the box back into the cabinet and closed it.

After heading back into his room, he opened his cupboard while deciding what to wear. Pulling out different bits and pieces, Zac eventually decided on this outfit. He hung it on the front of his cupboard, before sitting on his bed and removing his guitar from his back. He pulled his picks from his pocket and placed them on his bedside locker.

He was so bored. He really wanted to play with someone's mind, but there wasn't anyone's mind around to tamper with. Despite Ms Roerig's rants on how the students who could shouldn't mess with people's minds, it was endlessly entertaining when you made someone remember something and no-one else could. A few people had figured out that Zac was usually somewhere, in the corner grinning to himself, or seemingly deeply involved in conversation with Mo. Even fewer people had figured out that Mo was usually helping with her telepathy.

A hand clamped over his mouth. A sickly sweet smell. And then black.

Zac blinked. He had imagined all of that. Nobody had tried to... Nobody had tried to abduct him again. He knew that, but his heart still raced. He heard a sound outside and shot to his feet, his heart in his mouth. He vaguely heard footsteps leading away, but his heart still raced. He turned to his drums. There was only one cure for fear. He strode over to the kit and picked up the sticks. Taking a deep breath, he began to smash his heart out. Figuratively speaking.

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Alli wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled off her hoodie as she left the dance studio. Heading for her room, she frowned as she found it locked. She pulled her key from her chain around her neck, but then thought better of it. She really needed to change, but the door was always locked for a reason. Instead she tucked her key inside her t-shirt and walked away. She decided that her choice had been the wise one when she heard a bang coming from her room. She quickened her pace and headed for the library.

She ran her fingers along the shelves and smiled. But at the same time it made her a little sad how quiet the place was. She knew libraries were supposed to be quiet, but still... They weren't supposed to be dead like this. There was supposed to be an air of quiet energy. Not this dead silence, not even punctuated by a page turning.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a quiet noise, but in the silence of the library it sounded loud. She pulled it out of her pocket and read the text. Jackson was inviting her to a party. Well, considering she wasn't able to get into her room, and the fact that she was in her favourite place in the world, she doubted she would be turning up at that particular party. However, the Noctrem students would be attending, and it sure would be a laugh. It would entirely depend on her ability to get back into her room and change into one of her dresses and heels and possibly have a shower.

She grabbed a copy of Inkheart from the shelves and made her way to the reading area. She curled up on a comfortable chair and began to read. She would be quite happy to stay there, but she had an inkling that Mo would turn up, possibly with one of her dresses in tow, and make her go to the party.

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God, this hurt. And he didn't really have anyone to blame, except for himself. And that bitch. But his own pride had probably triggered that.

He heard a knock on the door, followed by Amy's voice. She sounded upset. "Chris? You there?" He clambered off of the bed, wincing as he walked over to the door. He opened it and grinned at the pretty brunette. However, he noticed exactly how she looked, her expression, everything. His grin slid off of his face. "Come on, sweetie. We need to talk." He said simply, taking her hand and leading her inside. He closed the door gently behind her. He felt stiff now as well, and the cuts ached every time his t-shirt, or trousers, or hoodie brushed them. But she looked upset. And as much as he hurt, he had a duty to make her feel better.

He winced as he saw the state of his bed. There was a little bit of blood on them, and they were extremely crumpled. "Sorry. I'm sure you remember I'm a slob." He looked at her again, a small smile on his lips. She looked so pale and so... frightened. He frowned, heading into his bathroom and filling a glass with water. He brought it out and handed it to her. "Don't you go fainting on me." He said, going over to sit on the couch.

He self-consciously pulled his hoodie sleeves over his hands. There weren't that many cuts on his hands, but he still didn't want Amy to see them. She appeared to have enough on her mind already. "Okay, Amy. We both know something's bothering you. Out with it."

It brought him right back to his days at Arcana. Whenever Amy was stressing about something, Chris brought her into his room or into the common room to talk it over, and she would always do the same for him. Of course, it was usually over a break-up or end of term exams or something small. But he had a feeling that it was something huge this time. Something which would blow everything else out of the water.

"And, Amy, don't you go trying to bullshit me. We mightn't have talked for five years, but I can still read you like a book." He said, a small grin on his face. He shifted his hoodie uncomfortably and winced. He wanted to take it off, but then the cuts on his arms would be prominent, and it would look like he cut himself. Which, of course, he hadn't, and never would.

He clasped his hands together, playing with his sleeves, trying to resist the temptation to remove his t-shirt and hoodie. His trousers were loose enough that they didn't rub the cuts. He noticed his torn, bloodstained clothes near his foot and quickly kicked them away, hoping Amy hadn't seen them. He wouldn't be wearing that t-shirt again. Except maybe for Halloween.

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Ashy had a enjoyed her afternoon with Zack. She didn't know what it was about her best friend, but he always seemed to make her feel like she didn't have a care in the world. At least for a little while. She had watched him walk away, saying a cheerful goodbye, then had sat in the woods for a little while. Alone. In truth, this made the girl sound more sadistic than she was. She loved having the company of others around her and her friends meant the world to her. But out here, where no one could really see her, there was peace. Peace from the hectic life she was now destined to live within Arcana's walls. Finding out she was living with the scariest woman in the entire world had been one thing, but then to find out that she not only had all of her classes with the woman, but was also supposed to lead her. As much as she respected Mr Marino's, Ashy had never disliked the man more than she did at this point. The frankly random way in which he had given out posts of responsibly had annoyed. The blonde sighed and put her head in her hands. This was going to be a tough year.

Then, Ashy's phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a dilapidated old flip phone. Since the whole 'your a sexiest pig' incident with her father, in which she had thrown water over him, the family had stopped spoiling her like they had her brother. Hence, the brick phone was still in use. The blonde pressed a few buttons and opened the message. Brilliant, Jackson was a throwing a party tonight. Which meant Noctrem students.... and alcohol... and Jackson. The blonde's stomach churned as she thought about the male... This was silly. She'd known Jack for a few years now, so why couldn't she shake this feeling of nervousness when she was around? Ashy sighed and stood up. She supposed that she better show her face. Even if it was a short while.

As the female approached her bedroom door, butterflies began in her stomach. A sensation that seemed to be common when thinking about her room mate. How did you solve a problem like Corentine Quellen? You didn't was the simple answer. She was the oncoming storm and Ashy had found it was easier to just let her control you than resist her and face then consequences. It was one of the things she hated about herself. The courage it had taken to separate herself from her family had all but evaporated since she joined Arcana. Normal people would blame the school. Ashy blamed herself.

She opened her bedroom door just slightly and poked her head round, checking for signs of Cor. This was stupid. It was her own bedroom! Working out quickly that her room mate wasn't in the room, Ashy acted quickly choosing This and laying it out on her bed. It was then that the thing she had dread all day happened. Cor entered. She flew into the bathroom, threatening Ashy not to disturb her. This was Cor on a bad day and Ashy knew it. She sat down on the bed and quietly starting to comb her hair. She then text Zack, to pass the time

Just another evening with the White Witch. May be a little late, Save me a dance? :P xx


She smiled a little at her phone. Admiring her wit slightly. When Cor rushed back out of the bathroom and left the room, Ashy was unphased by the little interaction the two shared. Ashy kinda expected it. She got ready quickly and headed down to the grounds, grabbing a cardigan as she left.

The party scene was beautiful, and well set out as always. Jackson had done well. Ashy quickly walked over to the bar and ordered herself an orange juice. This night wasn't going to be fun.

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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.

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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.

Right?

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Ashleigh had just been sitting by the bar, watching the world go by. People watching was often her hobby of choice at these kind of events, seeing as she wasn't really one of these people to adopt a 'go hard or go home' attuide. The blonde couldn't help feeling a little underdressed as she surveyed the rest of the girls at the party. They all has skimpy little evening dresses on, designed to attract male attention no doubt. Ashy pulled her cardigan a little closer to herself. It made her feel cold just looking at them. She noticed Cor sitting along the bar from her. Her room mate had, by far, the most revealing dress on of the night. As she took another sip of her drink, the blonde had to admit she wasn't suprised.

She scanned the room from someone that she knew and quickly located Zac. He hadn't seen her yet and was now talking to Emma. Ashy smiled; she loved those guys so much and she knew she'd have a good night if she was with them. She was about to walk over to the pair when...'Ashy! Come have a shot with me.' She turned to see Sky standing at the bar, a big grin on his face. She walked towards him, about to make some flippant comment about the fact she didn't drink when she noticed Sky's company. Drake Quellen. There he was, propped up agianist the bar, looking god like as ever. Ashy wanted to turn back. She knew that going anywhere the two of them together was going to be a dangerous venture. However, something, she wasn't sure what, was moving her feet towards the pair. He'd already called out to her that she looked far too sober which had made her smile slightly. Most girls got told they looked pretty by Drake Quellen, she just got told she looked sober. Drake had then flashed her one of his smiles; the smiles that made her heart melt. The blonde pretended to scan the room quickly in order to hide the blush that was creeping onto her face whats the point? He see's straight through you... The dark voice in her head pointed out. She ignored it. Even if Drake could see the absolute mess that he made of her, she was still going to hide it for the sake of her pride.

She finally reached the bar where the two men were standing. She gave Sky a quick hug before turning back to Drake, 'Sober's what I do best Drake, did no one ever tell you that.' She said quietly, forcing a smile onto her face. This man made her nervous and he knew it, he was frightening and alluring all at the same time. Stupid man.

Ashy was grateful of the appearance of Ember, a girl she only knew by association but otherwise didn't really have a lot to do with. She took shots with the guys, taking the attention away from the blonde for just a few moments, before she took Sky away to challenge him to more shots. Dear god. She'd now been left with this... man What do you say to someone who made your stomach do back flip and who was this drop dead gorgeous? Taking another sip of orange, the blonde finally spoke. ' I like your shirt, by the way' She told Drake. Fantastic. Points to immature little blonde.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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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