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Desdemona Moore

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a character in “The Marchand School of Sorcery”, originally authored by ianna_334, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Desdemona Moore's Story

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Damien Moore
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  1. Desc came to school looking super fancy.

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Green eyes looked back at her from a mirror as she carefully applied eyeliner and mascara, holding a staring contest with herself until the makeup was dry enough that she could blink without messing it all up. It had been the final touch, because Desi had been excited since she had come here with her dad late last night. And speaking of her dad…

“First bus, Diamond.”

She spun on the stool and ran over to the window, watching as the vehicle pulled in and the new students began to flood out. She felt a shiver of excitement, and turned to beam at her dad. Blond and brown eyed, she’d never considered him less than her birth father since she was 8, and she put a hand on her hip while the other fluffed her hair, demanding,

“How do I look?”

Desdemona had spent a good few hours on her preparations, starting bright and early with curling the bottom quarter of her hair. Ringlets bounced near the end of otherwise wavy blond, green eyes blinked under long and dark lashes. She’d chosen one of her new dresses, a white number trimmed by an inch of emerald green, knee length with a flowing skirt and the sleeves off the shoulders, just as she liked it. The shoes she’d wear with the outfit stood by the door, white kitten heels that she was more comfortable in than anything substantially boosting her height.

“Beautiful, as always. Now go and make friends” Desi smiled happily, and let her dad kiss the top of her head before she got the shoes on and dashed out the door. Her silver necklace bounced as she ran, though she stopped and smoothed herself out once she got to the first floor. She waved cheerily at the receptionist (her papers had been signed earlier that morning, when she hadn’t been able to sit still) and entered the cafeteria, following the smell of food. She got a small breakfast together, then looked around curiously before deciding on a table where two other girls already sat.

“Hi!” she greeted, eyes still wide with excitement and smiling. “Mind if I sit down?“

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Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Tessa grinned at Desdemona motioning her to join the now growing table of girls. "Sure you are welcome to sit here we were just making introductions!" The excitement was reaching full force as she continued. "Oh where are my manners! I'm Tessa Botrelle member of the French Defender Line."

She fidgeted in the seat as she waited for customary pause. Tradition be dammed she just wanted to talk to everyone. It wasn't like she needed to be introduced to half the people in the room. Most of the magical world knew these kids and bloodlines, but she doubted they knew her bloodline. Or at least the bloodline that officially claimed her anyways.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see a blind girl, probably from the Dressler's known for their horrible eye problems. The creepy familiar playing seeing eye dog cemented that assumption. However the boy sitting next to her was a mystery, probably some minor foreign bloodline like her own.

Oh pause time was over, she needed to focus. "It is very nice to meet you both! Are you excited for the upcoming school year?"

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Jason sat up straight at his solo table his eyes scanning the room taking time to study each of his fellow students. As he watched Helena sleep through half of breakfast and wearing that horrendous sweater he frowned. Making sure to catch the other student's eyes and give her a disapproving gaze.

As he stood up cleaning up his small mess from breakfast he glanced out the door. The Norwegian giants were hard to miss as was the super close collision between the Noriventers and Sterlings that had just been avoided.

Deciding that leaving right now was not the best idea as he had no authority over the older individuals involved currently, he instead surveyed his fellow students. Trying to figure out which ones were the most disciplined out of the bunch. With a frown he found no one up to his admittedly high but fair standards.

So it was time to fall back onto plan B, keep Larke playboy Sterling away from the girls.

Putting on his best smile he waiting planning on motioning the other boy over once he walked through the door.

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Derrick's phone buzzed as he worked, putting up the finishing touches on the boy's dorm. Each door with a beautiful fabric embroidered with each inhabitant's family crest, denoting the residents who lived inside the various rooms. Tracking down each bloodline's crest had been a challenge but Derrick had been able to do it. Barely making it in time judging by the buzzing of his phone.

With a sigh he stopped admiring his work and turned to look at his phone. After doing a double take he whistled putting his phone back and deciding he would pretend to not have seen it, after all the amount he wanted to be in the middle of a blood feud was 0 out of 10.

With a hum he continued to work making sure informative signs were posted about the dorm. Ones taking about CPR, Poison Controls Number, a school schedule complete with a map, and of course instructions on how to put out fires were littered about the hallway.

As he looked over his handwork Derrick realized he had forgotten two things, the instructions on how to use the laundry machine and microwave. With a shake of his head at his own negligence he went to the teachers lounge hoping to print out the signs before anyone noticed. Or blew up the microwave and flooded the laundry room.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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It had, admittedly, taken Dawn a few moments to notice the slapping of shoe against tile as someone ran past- her nose had been thoroughly planted in her map by that point, brows furrowed as she attempted to work out a clear idea of where her classes were located- although she immediately snapped to attention as the source of the clamor threw her things down at the table before taking off again, with little fanfare involved. Dawn blinked in surprise, mouth open as if to say something, but shut it as the girl skipped off to the opposite end of the cafeteria.

Sudden, but understandable. While not everyone was as obvious about it, she was sure that most of her fellow students were excited to finally be at the school. Dawn knew she was. Taking a quick glance over at her nameless companion’s things, she slid her fork back into her breakfast, chopping it and bringing the smaller chunk to her mouth.

She had just finished polishing off one pancake when the stranger returned, bubbling with the energy that Dawn had observed a few minutes ago. Swallowing a mouthful of the strawberry milk she had grabbed along with breakfast, Dawn offered up a smile to the other girl, resting the bottle carefully upon the table. “I think I remember seeing you too, actually. You were up front, weren’t you?” She paused, extending a hand in invitation. “Oh, and, um. I’m Dawn, by the way. Nice to meet you, Tessa.”

The stranger, Tessa, hadn’t went for the usual greeting, for which Dawn was grateful. Given the...history of her own line, it wasn’t something she exactly wanted to bring up so quickly. Especially in front of someone so friendly. Picking her fork back up, she started to play with the hashbrown on her plate, stirring it into a mash as she looked down at the map. “Just a little,” she admitted. “I think I know where the dorms are, and the library, but, um. Not so much where each and every class is placed.”

As Dawn poked some of the hash-mash past her lips, her eyes wandered somewhat towards the entrance. More kids were arriving, by the looks of it, a lot of them looking just as uncertain as she had been. Soon enough, her eyes caught movement, and settled on a particularly bright splotch of purple that had entered with a student.

And soon after that, the Trickster began to cough, choking on the bit of potato she swallowed in her surprise. She covered her mouth, “ahem”’d, then swallowed again. The hashbrown continued its trip down without further complication. Crisis averted. While Dawn was certainly familiar with Familiars, this one in particular seemed to have more...personality than most. Giving it another once-over, Dawn turned back to face her company, (catching sight of who she presumed to be the owner), and found that another person had joined the table.

She hoped that they hadn’t seen her choking. That wouldn’t be a particularly good impression, either.

Nevertheless, Dawn once again put on her best PR smile, and shook her head. “Not at all,” she said, then, after a momentary pause so Tessa could introduce speak, started with her own introduction.

“Oh, and, um. I’m Dawn. Dawn Memoli.” She ducked her head a little after that, smile a bit more sheepish this time around. Hands resting in lap, she, too, waited for the pause to finish, before turning to respond. “So, a French Defender? I’ve heard a lot about that line. All good things. And, um,” Dawn lifted her hands from where they were lying, lifting them up to the table, “I’m pretty excited. My parents homeschooled me before this, so this’ll definitely be new.” Her tone grew warmer with her last few words, eyes brightening with renewed excitement. “I heard they’re teaching all of the Secondaries here, too. I can’t wait to get started.”

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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He wanted to take the bus. But no. Of course not. A Book doesn’t get to take the bus. As fond as the matriarchy of his family line was in skirting the line of what they could get away with, even if it was purely to rid themselves of Tover. The Grandmother in charge adamantly refused to do so in a fashion that would make the remainder of the family shine in anything other than a pristine light.

Prevented from enjoying early freedom at the behest of the yellow school bus, Tover was privately transported luggage and all of the front entrance of the Marchand School of Sorcery. The drive had been peanuts in comparison to the grueling flight, and yet the soon to be happy student of Marchand found not an ounce of energy worth spending on the act of complaining.

Rather, he was too busy leaning soft white cheek on his knuckles. Half-asleep staring at the passing trees as yet another dense forest was sunk into on the way there. It was warm for August, humid even. He pondered the locales that had those features, these types of trees, appropriate weather climate. He even whipped out his phone to give it a search before giving up halfway. He wasn’t curious enough to really think it mattered where the School was located.

What mattered was the absurdity of what he’d heard his family mention before leaving. He had to see it for himself, even as he lazed in the leaned back passenger seat. Sure enough, a yellow buss brazenly bounced passed them going the opposite way at a furious speed that made the vehicle he was in do a jagged push to the right from sudden influx of wind pressure. The driver however wasn’t having any of it. Wind was no enemy of a Book, and the drive proceeded smoothly.

In the midst of this utter ravine of greenery, he saw the cobblestone construction as he slid from the car. Not being interested in someone else opening his door for him while gazing up at it. Some Ivy here and there, and that Oak in front of it was no sapling. Two, Three Hundred years for an Oak like that? Or perhaps ten minutes for masters of Terra and Aquamancy. The thought was dismissed at the notion, gears winding down as discomfort sunk in.

Given the tracks on the ground, it was clear he was neither the first arrival, nor the last to be. Students were here already. Socializing with people his own age that didn’t burn with a hidden agenda? This must be what anxiety felt like.

Tover took the end of his tie, fingers sliding up across the red and black diagonally striped fabric, loosening it nervously. As if he wasn’t getting enough air. Just nerves. Always just nerves. The curiosity was burning so much brighter. Turning on his running sneaker, his expression fell back to what might as well be his neutral face. Eyes only mostly open, face flat and expressionless. Like he was disappointed and dissatisfied but didn’t have the energy to bother conveying it, the face of a someone who saw things as beneath him. Well. Half and half, with less of the latter as he saw the Aide that had gone with them standing sentinel by the luggage that was being unpacked. He wasn’t going to get to carry his own luggage either it seemed. But soon. Soon.

The Driver slapped a folder to Tover’s chest with a paper-snapped pop. Tover’s hand catching the folder against his chest before it was let go of. They were clearly eager to get rid of him, and in no small amount desiring to hide it. His luggage would be moved inside even without him asking, grandmother wanted a show of familial pride after all. The feeling of disdain was mutual as he pried open the folder with a thumb and had a peek.

Paperwork. Sign in Material. He closed the folder, this was to hand to someone at the front desk. He brushed hand through his hair, so light blonde it was frequently mistaken for a variation of white before proceeding onto the path. There was a slight wind, Tover relished the feeling, soon this would be an all the time thing. Entering the building, he needed a moment to adjust as he made his way through, signed the entrance roster, handed in the folder without much fuss or greeting, and signed off on necessary papers before reciting his welcome package.

The woman behind the counter already had a look on her face that she just didn’t want to be there, he knew that face well. Best to fall into the pace. Like a machine. Let her process her job, stamp a paper. Next in line. No need for small talk.

He inspected the new folder. Map of the school, a schedule, and a list of rules. The basics.
But first, the curiosity. For the first time in what must have been months, the shell of Tover’s mind parted as genuine interested crept out. The feeling of actually wanting to know was such a rarity, his almost ghostly grey eyes piercing through people as he had himself a wander.

A lady that looked like pissed-off orange alley cat. Staff perhaps? Speaking to some Norrevinters. Famous. Obvious. Obnoxiously difficult to ignore. Tat must have been a conversation started for good reason. What was that around the corner? A sharp suit and perfect jawbones. Must be a Sterling. Side-step that one for now. the Books are a mostly secluded family from Europe, but he’d been vastly informed on who and what might show up in terms of Lineages.

Oh.
Oh no.
It was true.

“WELCOME, STUDENTS” Said the massive pink banner hanging near hat could only have been the cafeteria given the smell. There, inside, sits the Mélange of Lineages. Legacies. Proud children. Prized bloodlines. They actually went and put them all in the same school. Tover had though it had been a terrible joke and he was going to a private academy to study alone under some forgotten master until his aptitude was proper enough to return.

The smile that slung onto his face was one of efficacious delight. It looked terrible on him. All the big, prized bloodlines, stuck in a school where people will date, form relationships, and make a huge mess of all those years of tradition that made Lineages so terribly anal about proper companionship and offspring to keep abilities strong. His sigh was deep, and of significant satisfaction. He placed hands on his hips and looked across his shoulder to have a gander about. “Alright then.” he murmured half to himself.

This was definitely going to be new. At the moment, he merely hoped the school was as safe as it was advertised. However there was no way. No. Way. That things weren’t going to take turns for the interesting with this many different teens around, all with power. And yet none of that power gave you a shred of mercy when being social was involved. He could feel his personal space bubble just manifest quietly, eyes locked on a purple fluff-beast. No. He had no idea what that was.

Some Faculty here and there. Not too many students, but not a small amount either. He doubted the full vacancy was met. Oh. He hadn’t moved had he. He’d been rooted to the spot. Fear? Maybe. Best to move your foot Tov.

With some effort he pried himself away and entered the cafeteria, following people through the food Line. Some awkward glances were exchanged. Nobody knew one another, and the line was anything but comfterable as he picked dup some basic needs and looked around for a place to sit. Someone. Someone had to be at least a fraction familiar. Hell, a Memoli.

Wait.

Thick black hair that fell all the way to the hips. He’d seen her before. Waiting outside at one of those ‘meetings’ only adults could enter. Wasn’t she the girl that also had grey eyes? He’d forgotten her name.

Better than nothing. He walked over and sat across the table, but a good foot or two to the left as he put his edibles down. Not wanting to sit directly in front of her or too close to others.

“Hello” he chimed in, voice undernoted with a very non-American accent. “Weren’t you the girl at that meeting in Italy a few years ago? We talked about having similar grey eyes. I can’t remember your name.” Why was he so nervous. This was just a hello. Nothing severe. Nothing serious. Just don’t be alone. Just talk. You’ll be fine so long as you talk. He tried his best to look right at the two blonde girls. He coulden’t force the smile, so just raised his drink towards them. “I’m Tover. Tover Book”

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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#, as written by Hyro
And so it begins.

A tall man sauntered down the hallway toward the cafeteria, holding a toothpick between his teeth and smirking the most sly, confident smirk the students had probably ever seen. He had been looking forward to this day for a while now. He wanted to see the students, analyze them, to see what he had in store to work with. As he reached the cafeteria, he paused in the doorway, green eyes staring out at the mass of students, causing his smirk to widen.

So, these were the future mages of the world.

They certainly weren't anything impressive, but that didn't faze the french man. While the other teachers had seemed nervous or dreadful of the new arrivals, this particular teacher seemed more than eager to greet them. In fact, he walked right up and sat himself at the end of the group of girls whom had gathered already, wholly prepared to catch them off guard on their first day.

“Good morning, ladies,” he greeted calmly, giving off a friendly aura, “Welcome to Marchand. I hope you're all getting settled in and adjusted.”

He leaned back a bit, plucking his toothpick from his teeth and holding it for the moment in order to offer them a proper smile.

“Professor Skylar Oliver, it's a pleasure having you,” he tipped his beret at them with his free hand before placing his toothpick rightfully between his teeth once more.

Skylar waited until one of the girls moved. Then there was a thud, followed by the drink of one of the girls falling and spilling all over the table. The professor’s expression changed from inviting to that of disappointment as he eyed the one ‘responsible’ for the mess.

It was Dawn.

“Tsk tsk, Miss Memoli. Making a mess already, I see? Certainly your parents taught you better manners?”

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Now, Desi had never heard of Botrelle, but this French girl was nice and bubbly, and felt like she’d make a good friend. And the other… Desi’s brightened eyes gave away her recognition immediately. She thought the Memolis were one of the coolest lines ever, and the intrigue surrounding them challenged even the scandals of the Moores. A boy even joined them, speaking to her, but his introduction had her needing the pause offered. And speaking of introductions…

“Nice to meet you! I’m Desdemo-“

She was interrupted as a teacher approached and greeted them, which was nice, but then Dawn’s milk fell and he made a comment and she was already bristling in defense of her hopefully soon-to-be new friend.

“Excuse me, sir?” her eyes went wider, more innocent, and she pouted just slightly, taking advantage of her tendency to look younger than she was. “Um,” fabricated of course, she never stumbled unless faking it, “With all due respect… It was an accident, and accidents have nothing to do with manners. You didn’t even let her say sorry before being mean about it.” As she spoke, she took one of her napkins and started to dab at the spill.

Except the napkin stayed dry, and there was no wetness on her fingers, and her lips parted in a small gasp as she held up the still-dry paper accusingly, not feeling the need to vocalize her proof.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Tessa continued to smile her blue eyes lighting up in recognition of every bloodline mentioned, even professor Oliver's was a line she recognized.

"Oh wow you're from the Italian trickster line? I'm so glad I'm not the only foreign line here." She was bouncing now, excited about recognizing every line mentioned at the table. Sure Dawn's bloodline wasn't the best known line but she liked to judge people on their actions, not possible mafia connections. Plus the other seemed super friendly and was answering her questions so that was always a good sign in looking for a friend.

Her gaze now turned to Tover the next to introduce himself at the now growing table. His name was a bit harder to recognize but she was still able to get it before the pause time was over. "Oh you must be from the environmental Aeromancer line! I think it is so amazing you guys found a way to make your magic work for the good of the humans."

Finally Desi was about to introduce herself and Tessa grinned ready to show off her totally awesome knowledge of the other bloodlines. However that quickly turned into a frown as chaos seem to take place in the matter of a few moments.

As Skylar chastised Dawn for spilling the milk, and Desi moved to clean it up her response was different. Being blunt had served her well in most cases, and she saw no reason to change her tactics now. "Professor Oliver the Memoli line is really polite and is very well mannered unless you like cross them business wise, or you deal with Allen. I'm sure this was an accident."

Her eyes widened as said accident turned out to be just an illusion. Her mind raced as she looked around the room trying to see which students were from known trickster bloodlines and disliked or in some cases owed money to the Memolis. Never once did it cross her mind that Skylar himself was behind the prank.

Turning back and watching Desi confront their professor Tessa could not help but add to her words. "Can you figure out who did this? Because someone is being a big jerk and picking on Dawn to make her look bad in-front of you! This is so uncool."

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Jasper Monroe

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"I apologize for staring, but your work is quite lovely. You’ve got a gift.” A deep male voice said from her left making her snap out of her inner thoughts. She had been so focused on the two at the table and capturing their souls in her sketch that she hadn't even heard anyone approach. Her hand stilled and she took a moment to study her work before she looked up at the owner of the voice. She was struck for a moment by his perfection. Who was this Greek Adonis that had complemented her work? As if reading her mind he continued:

“Oh! I’m Larke Sterling, by the way. Do you mind if I join you?” He asked as he set down his tray at the seat beside her, and extended a hand to shake. An electric like shock went through her when she took his large hand in her delicate one and she felt heat rise from her chest to her cheeks giving them a sunset dusting of pink.

"My name is Jasper, Jasper Monroe, it is a pleasure to meet you Larke" she said, a small smile caressing her petal pink lips as she thought it over. Jasper supposed there was no reason to say no, and

"As for the seat....I'll make you a deal...." she said feeling bold.

"You can sit, but only if you don't mind me using you as a model." She said as she studied his nearly perfect asymmetrical face. Sandy hair with no real style to it gave him a roguish look, while his smile was meant to charm anyone it was turned upon....and damn did it work. His eyes reminded her of clear aquamarine crystals, beautiful jewels that shone with mischief. All in all he was very pleasing to the eye. She smiled as she sipped the coffee and waited for an answer.





Adelaide Monroe

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Adelaide took a moment to get her bearings. Where in lords name had she gone? She was in a grassy area. She could stills see the building but had no idea where she was. She sighed and started back towards the building. She heard clattering from the far side of the building. That must be the cafiteria.

Adelaide headed in that direction. Once in the Cafiteria she looked around the room. She saw her sister talking to a extremely attractive man, and decided not to interrupt. She saw a group of people at a table and decided to try her hand at making friends.

She took a deep breath as she approached and smiled.

"Hello, My name is Adelaide Monroe" She said with a small wave.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Not too long after Dawn had replied, another student had appeared at the table, sitting down to join the gathering- a boy, this time around. Oddly enough, while both Tessa and the other girl (she hadn’t quite gotten her name yet, Dawn realized) had both been complete strangers before this point, this boy was oddly familiar. She blinked, trying to place his face somewhere, only for the stranger to greet himself and ask the question that properly cleared things up.

A meeting in Italy.

It wasn’t much, but things quickly snapped into place. While Dawn was still left out of a few meetings here and there- sent over to her grandparents until the official affairs were properly taken care of- but there were many cases where she was made to tag along as well. Better to have both children have a grasp of the family business, or so her parents had decided. The boy’s next comment about grey eyes made it even easier to make the connection, and Dawn gave a small smile to show her recognition.

“Dawn Memoli. It’s, um. It’s nice to see you again, Tover.” It was a tad...awkward to see the kid of one of her family’s business partners again, but not entirely unpleasant. From what she could remember, the Book son had been fairly good company through the duration of the meeting. Before she could say any more, however, two more people joined the table- one seemingly a student like her, and the other introducing himself as a professor. She had just given her “It’s nice to meet you”s when her bottle of milk suddenly tipped over, spilling its contents across the table.

Well. There went her chance of making a good impression.

Her face flushing with warmth, Dawn muttered an apology and moved to clean up her mess- only to find that as her hands came in contact with the spill, they were left...dry. Momentarily confused, she took a double take at the “puddle”, and pressed a finger into it. Still dry.

Which meant that there had never been a spill to begin with.

Confused, she looked back up, and found that one of the girls- Desdemona, she had given her name now- had been in the midst of defending her, much to Dawn’s pleasant surprise. Before the blond could finish, however, she quickly reached the same conclusion the Trickster had. Another twinge of warmth went through Dawn as Tessa also lent her support, although she also raised a good question- who had set up the illusion in the first place? She had seen one of the Avalons walk in, but he seemed distracted with a Sterling (Larke, her mind offered) and another girl she couldn’t name.

Like Tessa, Dawn’s thoughts never reached the conclusion of the professor being the culprit.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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In the short span of time where he’d braved being social, and sat down attempting to say hi, a whole ménage of others had seemingly arrived at the roughly same idea. The discomfort crept across Tover like clothing that stuck unpleasantly to his skin after being in palpable muggy weather. It was actually pleasantly cool inside, but he could feel the overcrowding squeeze in.

 Tover had barely uttered his greeting, before doing a soft apologetic nod to the blonde girl whose hair fell in loose curls. He’d likely interrupted something when suddenly what must have been a staff member appeared like he owned the building, shoving his ego so blatantly harsh through conversation that the Books' attention had difficulty not shifting towards it. This was a teacher, right? He looked and sounded French in demeanor, complete with that sense of overbearing superiority that he’d known a vast majority of Parisians to keep close to heart.

The callous introduction wasn’t the interesting part as movement that shouldn’t have been there manifested on the table. The milk just spilled over without cause. Like it was going to all along. Tover frowned half-unenthused. He’d been looking at Dawn just moments earlier trying to start a conversation. Not only was Dawn blameless, Oliver had accused her of something she clearly didn’t do, but did so in that condescending french fashion that just made the back of the neck bristle. It showed that his own Ego was worth more than the common decency of everyone else.

His grandmother would have floored the man with glee.



With agitated nonchalance, Tover lifted his cup to take a sip of the steamy okay-enough tea he’d fetched. He wanted to stay out of it for now, as he didn’t know if this was normal or a clever chess move. Everyone else seemed extremely pressed on the nose about the act, saying their piece about it as he assumed it was a case of the former for the teacher.


“With all due respect… It was an accident, and accidents have nothing to do with manners. You didn’t even let her say sorry before being mean about it."
When the blonde with curls made a decently satisfying quip back at the instructor, Tover decided to just partially sit this out and get to know people he was going to be in school with.
 He watched as Desdemona dabbed at the spill, only to make clear there wasn’t actually a spill. It didn’t take Tessa’s surprising knowledge of bloodline lineages to figure out Illusions fall under the trickster specialty. It had been on purpose, and it had been to slight what might have been one of the few people he actually knew before classes began. Not even the first day of school, and he had a professor he didn’t like. Which means he’d found the first class that was actually naptime.

Tover felt a tinge of surprise as the blonde girl with icy blue eyes suddenly chimed up about his lineage. Attention breaking from the crowd and general direction of the minor agitation. He hadn’t expected it to be known like that, but before he could even utter a word in response others drowned out the attempt. Still, while he didn’t know her name yet, Tessa’s bloodline knowledge received a very approving gaze as his mouth began the first vestiges of a smile. Watching her come to the defense of her friend.


"Can you figure out who did this? Because someone is being a big jerk and picking on Dawn to make her look bad in-front of you! This is so uncool."
The edges of his smile widened as Tessa made her own quip. If she’d feigned ignorance on purpose, it currently didn’t matter. People trying to be friends and standing up for one another was good stuff. Perhaps this had been a slightly more calculated move by Oliver after all. Providing students an opportunity to bond at the cost of their opinion of him. Either way.
Score Two - Nil for the students. Good~



People passed through the cafeteria benches with some frequency, and an unsurprising "Hello, My name is Adelaide Monroe" snuck in from the side. Tover had nothing against people saying hi, but this was already far messier of a conversation and larger of a group than he was comfortable with. His fingertips slid under the edge of the platter that he hadn’t even had a chance to take things off from, and if Dawn had not made mention of Italy, Tover would have left the table. Instead, a tiny, ever so slight sense of belonging crept in. He wasn’t completely alone in this massive school. That was enough. Enough to grit jaw and carry on.



He too remembered that sharp and loud meeting (yelling match) in Italy. Between the mothers of the family breaking into argument over contracts and the Memoli’s hand movements reminiscent of someone trying to explain to you just how good their pizza is, he recalled seeing Dawn excluded and sitting on a couch outside the ‘meeting room.’ He also recalled he’d taken a recent detour through the kitchens, pockets loaded with goodies. 

He would have passed her by had her eyes not made him think he was hallucinating. But no, those were certainly grey as well! Tover had felt such joy to find someone else with his eye color. Procuring puddings, and chunks of kielbasa. Even individual well-wrapped Italian cream cake pieces were all conjured up from his pockets.
It didn’t take long to discover he’d absconded with the entire sugary monster cake this way, and while somewhere a chef was going to be furious, he’d being sharing it with Evelyn quickly enough that there would be little evidence left. That’s odd. He recalled her name being Evelyn. Was it Dawn? It was all so long ago and so fuzzy, and that evening was one big sugar rush. It had been fantastic, for anyone not an adult.

Too didn’t wait for a convenient pause between all the hello greetings and cordiality of conversation. He turned his head and spoke kindly. “It’s nice to see you again too Dawn, Let’s chat proper when we’re not meeting a thousand people.” He took a light breath, but it didn’t pause him as he half slumped into the seat towards the table. Leaning on his open palm chin and jaw first, finger raised to touch his cheek~ He'd changed his mind on the silence and just waiting it out, upset and defensive enough to temporarily not be concerned with the pressure of being social in a brand new environment. Dawn was a friend. Dawn was going to get support. Tover leered at the professor with that trademark nonchalance and half-disinterest before putting some firm push behind his words.

“You on the other hand. If you’re looking for people who appreciate your stunt of tricking, demeaning, and putting someone down just so you can try and make an impression. You’re at the wrong table.”

“Good-Bye. Professor. You’re taking up Adelaide’s seat." was added additional dismissive and unwelcoming tone.
His hand rose to flag down the person that had just now put their best foot forwards into introducing themselves. Pointing at the space Oliver was occupying as he looked at Adelaide, with a calmer and neutral manner of speech saying: “That spot’s free.” As if it was matter of fact.

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The French man’s eyes watched Dawn carefully, observing her response.

She apologized immediately - Though, that was expected of anyone.
She hadn’t noticed how quick the Professor’s response had been to the spill - Another cue missed.
She went to clean up the mess - She still didn’t realize it was an illusion just yet.
And finally, she second guessed herself, having double-checked for verification before finally identifying it as an illusion all along. She was still unable to determine the Trickster whom was at fault. Skylar’s egotistical manner dropped immediately, the rude-teacher persona having been an act all along. His tone took on a much more humbling sound and his features became gentle and soft. The change was noticeably different and the Professor seemed a lot friendlier now.

“Well, I would say you have a good group of friends already,” he commented, having observed how many had come to her aid and let off a smile that was so inviting it was hard to believe this was the same teacher from moments ago. With a wave of his hand, the milk disappeared, still perfectly upright, revealing the culprit to anyone who hadn’t pieced it together yet.

Skylar proceeded to look at Tessa. “Hmm... Tessa, right? I heard you were interested in Illumination. I look forward to working with you." The French man seemed to know a lot about the students already, especially when it came to the students attending his classes. "While I appreciate your concern for Dawn, it was, in fact, not a prank.” His eyes moved to Dawn next.

“It was an assessment,” he explained, pulling out a small notebook and pen from his jacket, jotting a few things down.

“If there’s one thing you should all remember while you’re here at this school, it’s that, on its surface, not everything is as it appears. Sometimes there are hidden motives within.” His advice seemed to hold a strange tinge to it, almost as if he was referring to far more than just illusions of spilled milk.

“Miss Memoli, you aren’t able to identify illusions yet, are you?” He pondered over his notebook absently, tapping his pen. “That’s alright, it’s actually an advanced technique. I’ll be the one teaching it to you this semester. I'm teaching Trickery and Illumination this year.”

Skylar closed the notebook, tucking it away before looking up to address Dawn once more.

“I do apologize for that. I had to catch you off guard in order to get an accurate read. Though I would certainly hope,” his eyes trailed to Tessa for a moment, then to each individual at the table, “That a milk spill isn’t enough to make a student look bad. Especially a spill that was fabricated.”

It was at Tover’s rather rude and disrespectful dismissal that Skylar simply smiled a tad sheepishly and went to stand.

“Yes, of course. I was just leaving.”

He went to move before pausing with an after thought and addressing the entire table one last time. “I do want to make one thing clear before I go. If anyone pulls this sort of thing for harassment purposes or with any ill intent, do not be afraid to come report it to me so that I can tend to the situation personally. None of you should have to worry about students using their magic to bully you. If you need any help, my door is always open. Enjoy your breakfast, everyone.”

With that, the professor was off, swiftly exiting the cafeteria.

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Tessa eye's widened at Tover's words. The fact that he had the gall to say something so harsh and demeaning to a professor he just met was unheard of. Also she highly doubted that was the professor's point if he was indeed behind the act.

Tessa bit her lip chewing on it as professor Oliver spoke to her, face flushing red as she realized she had called her own teacher 'uncool'. A quiet apology in french was spoken to the man before he continued. After all being recognized by the professor teaching her illumination was not a good way to start off the school year.

While Professor Oliver continued speaking her mind trailed off, full of confusing thoughts. What if he tried to asset her power strength in illumination? So it was okay to use illusions as an assessment to embarrass someone but not okay to just embarrass someone? A frown graced her normally smiling features as all the questions ran through her head.
Tessa eyed Adelaide as the girl was scared off by Tover's words taking them the wrong way. Before Tessa could even offer an apologetic smile or explain what her new friend meant, Adelaide was gone.

With a smile sigh she turned to the remaining table and studied those present, her smile returning. "Well Professor Oliver is right I think we will all be good friends!" Tessa eyed Dawn and decided the best way to put the nervous girl at ease was to make her feel better about the situation. "Besides the fake milk spill made me realized that I'd like some strawberry milk too."

Getting up and walking back towards the line she was so distracted be her thoughts that she did not notice the tall firey redhead on the war path. Who easily pushed the smaller petite Tessa out of her path. As she stumbled onto the floor Tessa started to wonder if Strawberry milk was cursed.

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During the continuation of the exchange with the teacher, Desi had tuned half out, dropped the crumpled napkin, and pulled out her cellphone to text her dad. She looked back up to see Adelaide backpedaling away rapidly as Skylar left and wrinkled her nose.

“What was up with that?” she gestured towards the teacher, who was now assisting an adult female that Desi assumed to be another professor. “And that too.” She waved over to the girl who’d decide to run away from them, and was now joining a twin as well as the Avalon and Sterling heirs at a table.

“Anyway…” she waited as Tessa reassured Dawn and went off for strawberry milk, then bounced back to the introductions, “as I was saying, I’m Desdemona Moore.” She waited for the pause, wondered if anyone knew Damien Moore was teaching, and allowed for the connection to Beswick to be hopefully noted (it would grant her at least part of the “old line” immunity). She amused herself with wondering if anyone would think of Cremonet. Her peers were probably too young to care at the time that it was news…

“I’m really excited to be here, actually. Like, this isn’t what mages normally do at all. I mean, normally it’s all family and private tutors, and the only time you get to hang out is at the fancy occasions and like, nothing wrong with those but I wouldn’t really call it hanging out either, you know? So when I heard about this school I was like - OH MY GOD, TESSA!”

That had not been what Desi had said about Marchand upon first learning of it, not at all, However, the third girl at their table had been bowled over by what Desi was guessing to be a Norrevinter charging towards the Sterling she’d noted earlier. The blond quickly got out of her seat to check on Tessa, while keeping her eyes on the commotion and snickering at the use of yoghurt as a weapon.

Then the twin of the girl who might have sat with them was standing and shouting insults and Desi gaped. “Is she stupid or just suicidal?” she murmured to her companions, eyes widening. Not even speaking of status… there was a good foot or more of difference between the two girls.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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An assessment.

It hadn’t been a prank by another Trickster hoping to ruin her image in front of the professor- someone with a grudge against her family, or just hoping to pull a sudden trick on a whim- but, rather, by the professor himself. Surprise lit up Dawn’s eyes as she turned back to look at Skylar, followed by indignation and something cold that didn’t quite fit in the girl’s face. Just as quick as it had appeared, however, it vanished- concealed by the magic dripping down her features like syrup.

“I see.” A wide, PR smile stretched Dawn’s lips. “Well, Mr. Oliver. It was a bit difficult for me to tell at first, unfortunately. Since you used a bit more stronger illusionary magic than I’m used to, and I hadn’t been expecting a professor to use it on me during breakfast. Without consent.” She placed the cap back on her bottle, gave it a twist, and brought it closer to her body. “But thank you for the offer, Professor.”

As Skylar rounded out of sight, she gave a soft “Jesus”, shaking her head then looking up back at her company with a far more genuine smile. “At least there weren’t any real spills. I would’ve hated it if I had to do the marks all over again.” As if to emphasize her point, she ran her hand over the paper again, cleaning away some of the graphite that had settled there. “I do hope we’ll get along, though. It was...really nice of you guys to defend me like that when the professor showed up. Really appreciate it.” She glanced over at Tover directly, now, and gave a grin and a “And, yes. I need to make sure my memory’s right, and if you actually stole that entire cake or not.”

Desi’s introduction earned her a small delay from Dawn before she blinked and gave a sudden clap of her hands. “‘Moore’ like the teacher, right? And the offshoot?” Followed by a, “Is he your dad? The, um. Professor, I mean.”

The Cremonet line did not cross her mind. While she had overheard the name spoken a few times by her parents, they had never talked much about them. The affairs of a family that they did not deal with tended to hold briefer discussions than not. As Tessa stood to get her own strawberry milk, Dawn smiled and nodded, watching her for a moment before turning back to the table sitters.

Of course, her attention was quickly drawn back by a sudden loud commotion, a cry of “TYRRRR”, and the sound of stumbling. Startled, Dawn looked to find a redheaded girl tackling another student- the latter she recognized vaguely as a Sterling, which meant that the girl was probably a Norrevinter- and Tessa falling to the ground. Her attention quickly shifted mostly to her new friend getting pushed aside, and, alarmed, Dawn left her seat and rushed over to the blond. “Are you okay?” The Trickster lowered herself to the ground, offering up a hand to help Tessa up.
While she did so, Dawn got a better view of the situation that had caused the tumble, as well as the escalation that was accompanying it.

Like she had thought, that was indeed a Sterling, and that was indeed a Norrevinter. Shockingly enough, however, one of the girls she couldn’t name had begun to yell at the redhead, spouting a wide variety of taunts.

A part of Dawn was taken aback by the fact that the yelling was aimed at a Norrevinter, even with the rudeness of the earlier charge.

Another part of Dawn was attempting to wrap her head around the insults chosen. In particular, the “little girl” portion of the rant.

A Norrevinter was many things, but none of them were ever little.

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Tover’s brain was on fire.

Everything was dimmed from his perspective. Sounds dulled and blurred as cascades of blood pounded the insides of his ears. His sped up heartbeat drummed slow and with pounding vigor. Adrenaline had kicked up when the thinking cog had realized what it had just made the body do.

Forget that he spent the first major conversation of the day back snapping at a teacher, or that the attempt to make friends was lackluster because of it. A tremor coursed in his digits, breath heavy, shaky in his seat. He was half in and half out of reality as events became tumultuous.

Why did it feel so good?

He expected fear, a sense of diminishment, the need to creep back into her corner of safety. His ghostly eyes remained wide and glued on the instructor as the man spoke, but Tover didn’t actually hear a word. Just muddled noises as if you’re hearing someone through a wall in the other room, overlaid only by his own unyielding heartbeats.

Imagination spoke for him as a chessboard was mentally conjured. Massive and wide where standing on a single square would make one feel miniscule. From above, a colossal disembodied hand materialized and took hold of something as it descended. Only when the fingers squeezed together did a white pawn shatter into existence with a reverberating glassy clang, heavy dusty thud leaving the foot of the piece as the pawn was lifted and moved two paces forwards on the board. His board.

He felt nervous realizing what kind of forward push he’d done, yet relished it at the same time. Yes. Good. This was good. He liked this. Being forward and direct gave a sense of freedom that he’d been craving. Sure he was used to lurking in the backdrop and sullying his time away. But this, this was better. This felt like confidence. This felt like who he wanted to be.

Standing up to family was a task and a half, an impossible feat for someone who could only look up to those who sneered down. But this, this teacher, this had no such sway over him. Neither personality pressure nor authority rebuffed him from speaking his mind properly for one of the rare times he managed to. This is what kept Tover slow and sluggish as he sunk back into the seat to restore telltale nonchalance, absent-mindedly adding some food to his mouth. He wasn’t there. Not mentally.

Adelaide hadn’t joined the table. Tover didn’t even see her walk off, attention having barely been on her after using her introduction to plug in for added effect when he’d expressed discontent. One less person at the table was not remotely a problem, it was even comforting to remain with a small group of people that had all shared similar interest to defend Dawn.

Skylar had sodded off, but he’d spoken a lot. Likely some lecture.

Tessa must have said something; he did notice her mouth moving before she got up. The mouth movement of ‘milk’ was enough to backburner it as warbled sound came from Desdemona. Though he must have clearly heard Dawn’s little quip, a smile of pleasantry etching onto his face with a nod. That had been a fantastic weekend.

The barbarian grizzly that roared and barreled past with all the subtlety of a derailed freight train however, was easier to notice. Followed by a sudden "TESSA!” as the noise cleared enough for reality to sink back into the land of importance. He turned his head to watch the ensuing wrestle and scream match a few tables away. His mind half-wandered inconveniently. Another chessboard as Norrevinter viking-hugged the Sterling with the kindness of a cannonball.

Tower takes Bishop.

Tover had to give his head a shake. Other important things just happened. Tessa. Help Tessa. By the time his hand was ready to push away from the table however Dawn and Desi were already with her.

Nagging words were thrown from the eventful table. Oh. Found the Monroe. Or two? Perhaps his vision was still equalizing, but those girls had some similarities between them. Never having gotten a great look at her, he actually couldn’t tell which of the two it was that had tried to say hi.

This place was chaos.

An odd noise rustled the air. A screeching caw? What could possibly make that sound? The Norrevinter table was wild and easy to keep eyes glued on, sure, but to ignore the noise you didn’t recognize. Now that was dangerous. Already half up from being in progress of going to Tessa, his half-open eyes did a scan around the ro..

The fluff-creature. It was perched defensively on the shoulders of a girl, wings snapping and protectively positioned to defend her from harm. Where was it looking? A quick glance to the Sterling table answered that entirely.

Norrevinter was giving one hell of a speech. For all that brutish veneer and sizable mass that was likely dwarfed by the sheer density of her pride, there was a good mind in there. His eyes flicked momentarily to Tessa. A good mind, but blind to consequences of what happens when recklessly charging to a goal.

He was standing now. Tessa had been helped, and he’d been too distracted to contribute. Tessa hadn’t been the source of the issue though. Just a victim. Tover didn’t know much about the big feud between the Sterlings and the Norrevinters, but it didn’t need his kind of mind to easily put the pieces together.

Jarlinna Kora Mari was a hefty name. Kora would do. That would likely intimidate the pants off those Monroe girls if what he said was enough to make her pass up their table, and given that the suave looking one.. well. Slightly tarnished. Had been used as a seat, her chances of being taken seriously were pretty good, and the challenge of a fight was very likely to make everyone keep their head down. It didn’t hold a candle to the imposing pressure some of the women in his family let off. Or perhaps, it’s because he didn’t know much better, but.. did that sound like bluster? Angry and emotional, primal and direct. Had she even realized the effects of her warpath? How everyone was looking?

She was never, ever going to make a single friend that way.

Why did that thought hurt, so incredibly much. His heart clenched at the realization that if this is how she leaves off, it will only get worse from here with more cause for anger.

A beautiful thought bloomed in Tover’s mind, the tactical cog saying it’s due.
“I’m going to do something stupid.”
His words were soft, the adrenaline from earlier present albeit slowly diminishing. Directed at the general table before putting one foot infront of the other, straight towards the Prime Spotlight of the morning.

One. Just one.

Just one redeeming moment was all he’d had to chance in order to not only to make another friend, but also to not let that prideful mountain of a woman suffer in the long term. He’d seen before where that kind of bluster got you. Alone. Angry. Pained. Unwanted. Hating the world.

He stopped within talking distance, but was a little louder as only the adrenaline from before was actually keeping him on his feet. Sure he was frightened. Who wouldn’t be scared when you’re approaching the current prime possibility for biggest school bully.

It didn’t need to be like that. It didn’t need to turn out that way.

“Hey Norrevinter!” Tover exclaimed loudly while not exactly hiding. God this was uncomfterable, but he coulden’t pass it up. Not again. He’d regretted the first time years ago, having said nothing and watched it play out. Not this time, this time he’d take the pain. Standing there seemingly without fear, hands half in his pockets with a nudged-loose tie. While his approach was lightly slumped, he straightened up to speak as if to try and be taller. Not that such an attempt had merit.

“That was a nice speech. Councilmember is nice and all, but you won’t make it if you don’t realize what happens the people in your path. I know councilmembers are strong, and smart, but most of all I heard they care. They care about people and want to do what’s right.”

He shoved his thumb harsh over his shoulder.
“You hurt someone back there, while on your rampage. So if you too, care. Walk with me and come apologize, and talk to her. Because that’s what someone worthy of honor would do.”
A light breath was his only interruption, the idea of ‘the right thing to do’ stuck in his mind as he swallowed hard to push that know back down his throat.
“But if you don’t care, and all you are interested in is your personal vengeance, or whatever this is.” He said the last part motioning at the interaction that occurred between Monroe at her. “Then a fight is the only thing you’re ever going to have here. You speak well. You can think well, and you’ve got the strength to accomplish what you want. That’s great. But if you don’t have the heart to use those where it matters. Then I’ll take that fight Norrevinter. I’ll take that fight every day, because never will I ever want to see you in a position of power.”

Another breath, another nervous swallow he tried to stifle. Teeth doing a temporary grit. Although he said the next part with an effort to hide the painful emotion, his facial expression betraying him to show the care and concern.

“Don’t let everyone here believe that a loud brute is all you are.”

If she apologized to the Sterling or the Monroe. That was her prerogative, however they were direct targets after she’d rampaged her way over here. He took a step back and to the side, raising his left hand to offer it as direct invitation. Having done his best damn attempt to diffuse tension like he did at home all the damn time, and at the same time trying to provide Kora a social escape route. This could be patched.
If she refused.
He’d tried.
If she didn’t, he planned to walk back to Tessa with her regardless if she accepted the hand or not.

Her current targets could clean up their own mess. The suave one looked like he’d try and talk his way out regardless, the girls were going to be upset just because they could. The other one.. He didn’t quite know. Looked somewhat familiar. Perhaps he’d met him before and just couldn’t recall, but the name Jason just stuck in his head. Tover didn’t say more however, having moved out of the walkway enough to give way and offer Kora the space to start the walk back down to Tessa.

Would it work out like he wanted? Maybe not. Tover already having decided to bite the bullet, and deal with this event as a new step forwards for who he wanted to be. Because at least of this, he could be proud. The mousy, corner-kept, silent Tover, was gone.

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Jesse didn't really see the problem with sleeping in the cafeteria. It was breakfast after all. While Helena got up to get some more cereal, she ate her pancakes and looked around the cafeteria. That boy, apparently named Jason, had turned his attention to someone else. He really seemed stuck up. Not that she was one to judge, but wow. He reminded her of Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter books. That's how arrogant he was. She turned her attention back to her pancakes.

All of the sudden there was gasping around the cafeteria. She looked up to see a boy getting up, painfully, with yogurt on his head. Next to him was a very smug-looking girl who had obviously done the deed. She saw people left and right jump to the boy's defense. Good, at least not everyone here was stuck-up. Through all the commotion, she learned the girl's name was Norrevinter. Strange name. But the girl didn't seem to care that no one thought well of what she was doing. She sat on his head. If Jason was Draco Malfoy, this chick was Pansy.

Maybe I should say something... Jesse thought. She wasn't one to get into fights. In fact, she avoided them as much as possible. But this girl was just being a bully at this point. Jesse got up from her seat to go find a teacher, or at the very least, a responsible adult. But as she did so, a boy stood up and did her job for her. The cafeteria was silent after his speech, looking at the Norrevinter girl, wondering how she would reply. Jesse, however, felt that the boy had hit the nail on the head, and started clapping.

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Tessa sat on the ground surprised at being pushed down like a shopper loosing out on a deal during Black Friday. She blinked for a bit her eyes following where the red haired woman was going before the situation clicked in her head. Her eyes fell towards Jason who was watching her out of the corner of his eye. In response she shook her head 'no' to the unasked question, she did not need his help right now. However instead her attention was drawn to someone shouting her name.

With a slight blush of embarrassment Tessa smiled at Desi who was soon followed by Dawn. "It's okay, I'm okay no harm done. Besides I really should have looked where I was going." Her smile grew as the two helped her up and once again she was bouncing full of energy. Thanks so much for the help though, I'm so thankful to have such great friends on the first day! And did you see that? We are witnessing the big history between the Norvinters and Sterlings!

Her embarrassment came back in full force as Tover shouted his piece at Kora and by proxy brought attention back to her. "It's okay, I'm fine really no need to worry about it." More words of protest died on her lips, as she realized the true goal of his little speech. The apology wasn't for her, as Tessa wasn't hurt and really had no intention of forcing one from a more powerful bloodline. The apology was for Kora and the rest of the caf who had witnessed the viking's rampage.

Blue eyes looked towards Tover with interested, it seemed she had misjudged him as a shy eco-activist. It turns out the boy was more politically minded then he appeared, she'd have to watch out for him and his goals. After all she was not a pawn in anyone schemes.

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Tover heard the clapping first.
Remaining in his stance and only turning his chin to see where the motion and noise had originated, his ghostly eyes fell to Jessica. He didn’t know her, nor her name. Not yet, at least, as he watched her applaud his actions with some others pitching in to join.

Would she ever know that she saved him? That it was her hands that allowed this to go as smoothly as it did, even as other began to join in?

He was dead nervous, senses regained and adrenaline spent. The words weren’t going to be enough. He realized it too late. About at that time his discomfort skyrocketed at the sight of several raised phones, noticing people were recording this. The attention Kora had gathered was temporarily moved to him as Tov altered the pieces on the board. He tried to keep himself together, loosening the striped tie just to cope and letting sounds other than the clapping temporarily drown. The public affirmation a soothing sense of support.

His diplomacy attempt was a little complicated, but from some of the looks he was getting that were also building up his anxiety, it seemed a few had realized what he was actually up to. This had come across like a slightly overdramatic speech, but it had contained some silent pre-requisites for it to succeed. He wanted to make friends, let this diffuse in a favorable way, and provide Kora a chance at redemption for her social life. All under the guise of apologizing to Tessa for the sake of showing care.

Standing in the middle of the cafeteria, he had a great albeit temporary view of the room and the people in it. He saw fresh entries, stragglers at the entrance, many a face he would likely share a class with. Someone dropped off some cleaning material for the.. ah. Aquamancer. Watery glob gave that away. While Kora seemed to do the best she could as she in her own way accepted his way out.

Not politically clean by any stretch, and while he felt unpleasant from Kora’s word-use she did in fact walk the walk. The Monroe’s seemed to be slighted, thought Kora hadn’t affected them? Not really, not counting their verbal back and forth. The girls had only spoken up when cheekbones over there had been.. ah. So that’s what they wanted. He’d have no part in that mess.

When Norrevinter began the walk, Tover notched the attempt as a success and quickly turned in order to head the same direction. Not quite out of the spotlight. Soon however he’d be able to sit and people would go their separate ways he hoped, the storm will have passed, though he silently wished the applause lasted just a little. He'd never gotten that before.

“I’m Tover.” He replied on the way there. “I’m glad Norrevinter stories on honor are true, and yes, it made me feel significantly better. You don’t know what you almost lost back there.”

He stopped to go around the other side of the table, breaking from their shared path in order to sit down next to Dawn as Kora did a bow to Tessa and uttered what.. was just going to have to count as apology. Good enough. It was the gesture that was needed more than the specific words. Enough to prove there was a person that could own up to its mistakes, and not just a bully.

That Mr. Sauvé himself showed up at the table shortly after was unexpected. He just got tussled around, why was he trying to be back for more. Baffling, until the bishop piece spoke to Tessa. He’d received a small nod from the Aquamancer earlier. Whether that had been in appreciation or a well-practiced subtlety in condescension on the act of attempting diplomacy with a mountain, he could not tell. He’d take it as the former unless something changed his mind.

Now hold on. Kora apologizing to Tessa was ceremonial. The redemption option that ended the tension and allowed some liberty back into the social life~ She’d carved her standing, niche, and general disposition into everyone’s minds on the first day, and this was so not all hope was lost. The Suave one however had no such gain from joining in on the apology.

Either he’d understood this was a chess move to save face, and wanted to raise his own standing on the platform it had offered. Was planning to use this as springboard for some ploy.. or.. He saw the passing of napkins, or rather, due to sitting at the part of the table where the folds were visible, some numerical scrawls. Son of a…

He silently reached across the table to grab his old food tray and slide it towards himself. Shakily picking up his teacup, now colder, and taking a heavy swig. Those Monroe girls were going to be fuming in about no time flat. Tover lightly looked up from his teacup to Larke, as if looking over the brim of glasses he wasn’t wearing. “They’re going to remember that.” Not bothering to say whom. If the Suave one was as clever and predatorial as he’d assumed the guy was, it should have been fairly obvious, and talking his way out didn’t seem an impossible task for Mr. likely to be a future career politician. His eyes were back on his tray shortly after, finally having an opportunity to eat.

Or at least he would have if he didn’t hear what must have been some Janitor grumbling about food privileges saunter along and complain. He was surprised he didn’t hear a mop squelch and squiggle the floors, he’d imagined it go hand in hand with grumpy complain mumbles like that. Until the grumbles didn’t make sense, as janitors don’t make demands of students. So he looked up, and then he saw the suit.

The blue gloves reminded him of the serenity movie. “Two by two, hands of blue.” He spoke to no-one, just thinking out loud before turning his attention to Dawn, since he was sitting beside her.

He felt oddly pleasant to be back here, and turned his chest and shoulders to face her. A thankful nod directed at Desi and Tessa, unknowingly opening up his body language as her company was welcomed and interesting. Ontop of being the first person that had made him fee welcome. “Thanks for picking up Tessa. I was too slow.” He nudged his nose in the direction of the Tower and Bishop. Kora and Larke. “I think that went well enough, though don’t tell anyone, but my heart is pounding and I’m a shaking leaf.” He took another strong swig of his tea, emptying the cup to his dismay. More would have been better.

“Dawn, right? I remembered the name Evelyn earlier. Not sure if that was right. If you’re still up for that chat, I’d be up for making some friends.” He smiled just a little, color returning to his face over time. “I need to thank the girl that started the applause later. I think she might have saved me from being ignored.” He mentioned, though it appeared to be mostly as a reminder to self. Regardless of that, he put down the cup, and looked to Dawn for conversation. Half for the company, half to feel better and get the shakes to stop.

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Well.

Dawn’s first day was turning out to be much more interesting than she had originally thought. Whether or not that was an entirely good thing was up for debate, but either way. Several strong personalities had already made themselves known. The Council kids were obvious competitors so far, as well as the two girls she wasn’t quite able to identify at first- Monroes, apparently. A trace of surprise went through her as Tover stepped into the cluster of activity that had formed, and a bit more at his giving of an impromptu speech to one Norrevinter. She wasn’t quite sure if he would be rewarded for his efforts, but one still had to give props for trying.

Absently, Dawn caught a small bit of the exchange between Jason and Tessa, but her mind was elsewhere. The information went unprocessed. Instead, her smile returned as the other girl quickly bounced back to her previous level of energy, seemingly unaffected by the whole ordeal. “Well,” she began, “she, um. Came pretty fast. Unless you were psychic, I don’t think you could have really known she was going to knock you over like that. And-” Dawn’s face brightened somewhat- “it, um, wasn’t too big of a deal. You defended me, so it’s really the least I can do to help you up like that.”

The Trickster’s gaze flickered over to the scene of the crime, where a dark haired boy had just dashed up, given a glass of water to a rather disheveled Sterling, and booked it as fast as he had came. “You think they’ve met before this? I mean, he,” in reference to Larke, “seems pretty...composed, considering someone just went at him out of nowhere.” Of course, knowing the line, there was also a chance that he was just managing to roll with the punches to save face in this situation. A fair chance, indeed.

Dawn continued to watch as Tover wrapped up his speech, and Kora gave her own reaction- much less impressed than others (in the distance, she could faintly hear the sound of someone giving her applause) before trudging over to Tessa and apologizing.

Dawn’s brows raised. Color her impressed. Considering how things had been going, she was a tad surprised that it had all been solved without any larger conflict. Even one of the Monroes, who had been bristling with anger during a part of the confrontation, had walked off to somewhere else in the cafeteria. Granted, she doubted that the feud between the Norrevinters and Sterlings would end here (the parting bit of Kora’s apology and Larke’s comment proved that), but as no one was on the receiving end of a breakfast shower at the moment, Dawn considered that a definite improvement.

She watched as Larke gave his own apology to Tessa, pulling the concerned gentleman card with ease, before turning her attentions over to whom she presumed to be a teacher. Dawn wasn’t keen on bringing up any familiarity herself yet- especially with Sterlings. She adjusted the cuff of her sleeve somewhat, and was listening to the teacher’s commentary of things when Tover spoke up. Dawn blinked, batted some of the hair out of her face, and looked over to the newly reseated Book.
“It really wasn’t too big of a deal,” Dawn repeated, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. “Desdemona and I were closer, anyway.” At Tover’s next comment, the corners of her mouth lifted again. “Well, considering nobody is flipping anyone into a table right now, I’d say it was a job well done.” Her hands lifted, folding together neatly on the polished surface of the table. “You did pretty good holding yourself together up there, though, I think. I heard a few people clapping, too.”

At Tover’s mention of the name Evelyn, her smile widened, showing off some of her teeth. “That’s my middle name, actually. So you weren’t completely off.” Dawn explained. “And, ah. I would have no problem with more talking, really.” She paused, then, glanced over her shoulder, then turned back around. “I didn’t see whoever started it. It was nice of her- whoever she is.”

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Tessa was not surprised when Kora approached her and apologized in a very Norrevinter. She bowed her head back to the other girl and smiled. "It's okay no harm done! Apology accepted, I hope we do get a chance to be friends later." She smiled up at the taller girl. After all having a giant as a friend was never a bad idea.

No what surprised her was went Larke Sterling of all people walked up and pointed out she had some food one her leg and handed her a napkin. Her face went red as she desperately fought a blush. "Umm yeah thanks. I'm sure that you aren't that bad Larke." She gripped the newly acquired napkin and lean down to wipe the spot that he had pointed out. When she did the newly printed number was noticed and her face turned a nice scarlet. As Montana entered she tuned him out thankful for the distraction as she slipped the napkin into a hidden pocket.

Then as gracefully as she could she rushed back to the table with Desi and Dawn in tow speaking excitedly in French for a moment before switching to a quiet English as she realized no-one could understand her. "Guys I have something awesome to tell you later it is juicy too!" Calming down a bit she looked over at Tover and Dawn offering them a smile as she raised her voice. "That was some awesome negotiating Tov, butterflies or not you did great! Oh that girl no idea who she is but with a speech like that I doubt anyone could ignore you. You were like a practiced diplomat, where did you learn to do that? You really helped Kora out, are you trying to get in her good graces?" Her blue eyes stared at Tover studying him intently for any sign of falsehood in his answers to the bombardment of questions.

Once the answers to her questions were received she grinned looked between Tover, Desi, and Dawn. "Evelyn isn't such a bad name, I know mine is Sigrid which means Victory in Scandinavian. However that is a really weird story as to how I got it and why. So what about you guys Desi and Tov, now that you know our middle names it is only fair for you to tell us yours."

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ImageFacing Dawn, Tover noticed the small personal war she was having to push hair out of her face before the conversation began. The lack of raven locks muddling her face let those grey eyes be visible again, and it caused the edge of a smile to curve on his face. What an oddly pleasant feeling. Was this what it felt like to make real friends, instead of that simulacrum atrocity his family accepted? He felt a little flush, though that may have been just from the recovery of his borderline fearless intervention just earlier.

“It really wasn’t too big of a deal, Desdemona and I were closer, anyway.”
Well that was a relief, he’d thought it might have been otherwise, but bothersome little trails of thought like that were very common for him, and just hearing he was okay always did wonders to shut those down. Dawn’s shrug an almost helpful reinforcer.

It was the curve of her lips as they slid into the beginnings of a smile that made him feel warm, and just a touch helpless. He’d made someone smile? His face, while generally marred with practiced nonchalance softened its features into a warmer expression as he listened.
“Well, considering nobody is flipping anyone into a table right now, I’d say it was a job well done.” He saw her fingers fold, and sat up in response, as if she might suddenly be a little more serious.
“You did pretty good holding yourself together up there, though, I think. I heard a few people clapping, too.”

Forget warm. He was turning pinkish red in the cheeks and shyly had to turn away a little. His grey eyes cast down and to the side, some loose locks of hair falling back out of place over his forehead as a full-on unstoppable smile of pride and fulfillment stuck to his face, listening to her clear up the naming convention as the tips of his fingers felt prickly, raising them to rub the back of his head after managing a small mention.
”T..thanks, that means a lot.”

“That’s my middle name, actually. So you weren’t completely off.” Dawn explained. “And, ah. I would have no problem with more talking, really.” She had paused, glanced over her shoulder, then turned back around. “I didn’t see whoever started it. It was nice of her- whoever she is.”

When Dawn mentioned clapping he instinctively turned back to look at the table along with dawn, locating where the girl in the big hoodie sat. She seemed somewhat covered in bits of fur here and there because of the hoodie, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Glad to just have recognized her before turning back to face Dawn as Tessa joined in on the conversation.
”I don’t know her name yet, but it’s the girl in the messy hoodie over there. I’m not going to bother her now though, she’s got her own thing going. I’ll thank her when I can later. Also, Evelyn’s a really nice name. Probably why it stuck~ I’d be happy to have some long conversations when we both have free time to catch up!” Tover sounded almost chipper.

The invitation to conversation with Evelyn was a pleasantry he was going to enjoy delving into sometime, but it looked like group socializing was going to cut up the deeper conversations people could be having at the moment. It was pleasant though, thinking everyone should get this, a tender blossoming warmth behind the middle of the chest from talking to classmates who were becoming friends.

His attention split from the inner sensations he was experiencing as some Tessa speedily cut in with some strong french. He spoke the language, but she was going a bit fast, his color balancing back to normal during his momentary frown that spoke volumes of what he was understanding while she spoke. A tempered pleasant look replaced it when she kicked up her translating skills.

"Guys I have something awesome to tell you later it is juicy too!”
As nice as that was, he had the odd feeling that what Tessa had to say was very much going to be ‘girl talk.’ Making Tover look around for a temporary way out for a minute or so before he could return to the table. Surely there was someone he could temporarily say hi to and maybe pull into this in-the-middle-of-being-minted group of friends. ”That’s nice~” was all he managed to say before Tessa slid into sudden questioning twined with pleasant compliments, her bubbly personality really shining through.

"That was some awesome negotiating Tov, butterflies or not you did great! Oh that girl no idea who she is but with a speech like that I doubt anyone could ignore you. You were like a practiced diplomat, where did you learn to do that? You really helped Kora out, are you trying to get in her good graces?”
The kindness of her compliments had been a very welcomed, if not an outright necessity for the well being of his continued social growth and overall well-being. He’d been silently wrecked in some ways by the whole ordeal. Hearing things like this though, this helped. He felt much better with the supportive validation from his peers, and general acceptance that he’d not only done the right thing, but that people were a little impressed with the whole thing. It was a quiet reward for trying to be himself, and instead of being met with the disdain that would normally have followed at home. Here it seemed.. it seemed welcomed.

Steady as he felt from the social feedback, an icy chill clamped to his senses. He coulden’t help but see similarities in the gaze Tessa’s blue eyes held as she leered at him with an almost zealous intensity. It reminded of some of the looks he’d gotten from people that had only wanted something out of him. Her compliments had likely been sincere, and if Tover had to make a guess, she had noticed what he might have been actually up to with that chess move of his. Well. Half-move~ He did have something he didn’t want to see again fueling the action.

There was a messy comprehensive answer in his head, but it broke down easy enough as his face crunched together in pensive though. When his features softened and returned to leaning-on-the-table nonchalance, he was good to talk.
“Tessa, right?” Tover started, taking a sip from his cup of water since his tea was all gone. “First off thanks for the kind words, you’re a good part responsible for why I’m ‘Okay’ right now, along with Dawn, and mystery girl who started clapping over there. Until a bit ago. well..” He raised his hand holding the water cup a little, it still had a tremor.

“I’m no diplomat. I just.. I’ve been around a lot of people that had to know just what to say in order to get the result they want.” He paused to look right at Tessa, but his body posture shifted to something defensive, like he really didn’t want to talk about this, at all, because it caused such discomfort. “My family is a matriarchy. I’m not exactly a people person, but saying the wrong thing to the wrong girl in my family can net you some pretty brutal and unorthodox responses and results.”

Tover cleared his throat to bite away the topic, it was too uncomfterable and it showed heavily all over him, eyebrows strained as he took a proper drink of water and got into answering. “A couple years ago I was in a private school, and something very much like this happened.” He nodded over to Norrevinter. “Except that back then, I didn’t know what the cost was. Over a few years that person only ever got seen as a bully, and was treated in a way that only made things go more and more downhill. All because they never had a chance to turn it around, because of something they did right at the beginning in front of everyone. I only learned later of the effects that had, and I wasn’t the person you just saw talking either. I coulden’t help then, and I felt regret. I couldn’t bear to see watching it play out for a second time. So I was just going to take the humiliation of failing infront of everyone.” his head dipped down, as if the outcome he was expecting in his head was playing and it was considerably more bleak that what had actually transpired. ” I’d rather live with the knowledge that I did what I wanted and followed my will, then live with another regret of “It didn’t have to be that way.”

Tover was fighting with his tie without having noticed it. The thing almost completely undone. He was frowning during his lean, the common eyes only half-open look glued to an empty spot in the middle of the table. Like he coulden’t bear to look at anyone right now. “If it happens that Kora likes me more because of it.. I mean. It would be nice, and I won’t mind, because I’ve always wanted more friends. Real friends.” He raised his head, and looked in Norrevinter’s general direction. “But I doubt it. She’s a big bundled ball of pride, and I think all I actually did was maybe prevent the mess from getting worse, but I doubt she sees me as anything more than someone who got in the way of her feuding. If that’s how it is, that’s fine. I did my part in giving her the chance to show that she was a person, and not just.. another bully. Because I wasn’t convinced the person from a few years ago was one either, just never got the chance to be seen as anything else.”

Tover moved his food tray to the side. “That aside, I’m sorry for using your fall as an excuse to get that done. That wasn’t kind of me. But it doesn’t seem like that’s something you didn’t know.” His ghostly grey eyes met Tessa’s, and returned the penetrating gaze. She was clever. She wasn’t the only one as Tover was warming up to her. “I’m happy to have made a friend that realized there was more to my little piece of drama than just pretty words. Thanks Tessa, and thanks for playing along and letting things play out so things went well for everyone.” His expression faded back to a solemn calm. Breaths easing into the soft normality as his explanation was over, a small smile returning as he remembered all the pleasant things that were said.

“I don’t have a middle name. The name is just Tover, some people just use ‘Tov’ if it’s easier for spelling. If a nickname happens to come up, those are nice too. At the moment though, I think you said that you had some juicy details to tell people. Erm… well. That sounds like it’s girl-talk, and I feel a little in the way.” Tover pushed away from the table and stood up, looking around to catch Jason Avalon in the corner of his eye, giving a stern talking to the black-haired spitfire that had darted in and provided napkins to Sterling. In that little group, he saw the place where he remembered the little fluff-critter-thing was making that dangerous noise earlier. Was it just him or did it look like that that girl felt really left-out?

Tover squinted at the sight before looking back down at the girls with some concern. “Hey Dawn, Tess? there’s a girl over there that looks really left out, and you’re all really pleasant. So while you’re gossiping, I’m going to see if I can’t get her to come to this table so she can make some friends too. Okay? He gave a brisk nod in Mitch’s direction to give a heads up where he was going, and tapped the table twice to say he was off before walking.

The girls might have noticed that there might have been another reason or two he took a temporary break from the table. Opening up hadn’t made him comfortable, and the sudden shakiness in his voice near the end gave away that he really just needed a minute to recover. He was going to be fine and back, he didn’t dislike their company. Still, Tover is a boy talking talking to a group of girls, and that alone still needed some getting used to.

He made it a point to take the long way around. For comfort’s sake if nothing else as he approached the table and softly spoke to the girl with the.. fluff-dog-thing on her lap when he was close enough. Tover said hi from the side where Mitch didn’t have an earbud in. “Em, hey. I’m at the table with some girls who are trying to make friends, and we noticed you were kind of keeping to yourself over here. Did you want to come make some friends too? We’ve got an open spot at the table for you, and these guys look pretty busy.”

It wasn’t a ploy either. Avalon was standing there with fire in his eyes and a purpose in his stance, and the Black-haired guy he was talking to seemed engrossed in the conversation. Whatever Avalon had planned, it wasn’t something he was part of, and it was just going to have to play out without him. Then again, he really felt like he’d met Avalon before, and just couldn’t place where. Something to do with chess? Maybe. There was something about the way the guy spoke that just felt familiar. He’d ask later. For now he was glad for the momentary reprieve as he caught a few words between Jason and Drake, his shoulder turned to them. Not quite wanting to get involved in something again so soon.

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Drake looked over at the exchange between Tover and Mitch, his reaction similar to that of a kicked puppy. Mitch had jumped the gun on the opportunity presented to her, not even giving him a second glance, much less inviting him along. She had seemed rather eager to leave, and it felt like a knife to the heart. In the boy's lack of social experience, his mind could only reach one conclusion.

She hates me.

Of course. He was a fool to think he'd made a friend in the short time span he'd been here. She was only there because she was out of options. But now she had an opportunity, and she took it without a second thought. The boy looked back to Jason now, a mixture of frustration and defeat in his nearly silver eyes. He was only half listening, but he'd caught enough to get a general gist of what Jason was saying. Though it honestly just sounded like one big scolding, and, to think, he'd been interrupted just to be lectured.

And to go as far as to call Mitch his companion, well... Now he was just humoring him. Or perhaps Jason pitied him, neither of which Drake cared for.

"Thank you for the information and the offer, but..."

The boy's eyes trailed over to the table of girls, Mitch's next destination, with a bit of a disconnect. Who was he to ruin Mitch's chance to make friends? The others were just as likely to dislike him as Mitch had. He doubted she wanted to be associated. Drake's eyes pried away, refocusing on the table before him, avoiding eye contact altogether now.

"I think,"he spoke slowly, keeping his voice steady, "I'm just going to go find my dorm. If you'll excuse me."

With that, the young pyromancer stood, reaching for his guitar case and slinging it over his back. He then paused with an after thought.

All this lecturing, and over what? Cleaning up a mess? Really? Was being nice such a crime here? The urge to say something, to simply defend himself, grew stronger. He really should have just kept his mouth shut and left it, but that wasn't who he was. And besides...

"You know, being that I gave the boy napkins and cleaned up the girl's mess for her, it would seem I never actually chose a side, would it? It's almost as if I was just trying to be helpful all around. Anyway, lesson learned. I know my place now."

Drake picked up his tray.

"Have a good day, Jason."

With that, the boy walked over to the nearest trash can and dumped his tray, setting it on top with the others. Shifting the weight of his guitar case on his shoulder, he gave one more glance over the cafeteria. From his perspective, it seemed everyone had an easy time making friends, each of them in their own little groups. Feeling just as alienated as he had before he'd gotten here, the boy turned to leave.

Perhaps he would fall back on his original plan. Keep to himself. Stick to books and playing guitar. Those two things had never let him down. Besides, it was probably better that way.

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  1. Guys, I'm really sorry for my shitty post. I tried to do better, but I haven't been feeling well and as summer ends everything's been so chaotic that I can't focus. So you get this and I apologize to anyone who feels I ignored their posts. I read all of them, promise. I just can't write anything decent that would properly respond to everyone right now.

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  2. Don't worry about the post. (it was nice to see!) You feel better first, worry about posty after. Take a small break and take care of yourself, we won’t fuss. #Support #It’sOkay

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  3. No problem! Everything's kind of slowed down anyway. Your health and real life problems are more important! #support

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After making sure Tessa was alright, Desi watched the conflict unfolding before her eyes while carefully removing herself to the table. Making a classic “wait a minute” gesture, she once again pulled out her green cased cellphone and started to text, message after message to both parents. One to Dami to tell him about the chaos in the cafeteria and summon a staff member, the other to James so that he’d know what was going on, because it was pretty funny. Most of the conversation went over her head as a result, her only catching small bits, like the middle names.

”Maria.” she offered hers up distractedly, then went back to finishing her texts.

She only looked up, because she had vaguely registered a scolding voice saying something that she hadn’t quite caught. By then, Tover had gone and their food was frozen, and she blinked in confusion before looking at her tablemates.

”What happened to the food?” she asked looking around in confusion to note that yes, everyone’s was in the same state. Now keeping an ear out for her answer, she sent one more text to her daddy complaining about the state of things, with a frowny face on the end for good measure.

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  1. I like Dawn. Good character. Very good at smoothing over plot and making RP accessible. #GoldStar #KeepThisOne

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Tover seemed a bit embarrassed in the face of flattery, Dawn noted. Fidgeting, turning away- even blushing a tad. The comment about being nervous had truly been genuine. She gave him a bit of an opening to better compose himself by directing her eyes to the girl who had apparently triggered the round of applause...and was also recovering from knocking her head on the table.

Dawn averted her eyes again.

“I might go introduce myself later, too. She seems like a nice girl.” she began, seeing that Tover had properly recovered at this point. “But, um, yeah. My dad actually wanted to name me Evelyn at first- was a family name- but my mom liked the name Dawn too much. They, ah, compromised.”

As Tessa practically skipped over to the table, face flushed, Dawn quickly came to the conclusion that Larke hadn’t just dropped by to keep up appearances. While she hadn’t seen the scrawled numbers, it didn’t take rocket science to take note of the Sterling’s trademark...charms- or even hear of their reputation, although she was attempting to not rely wholly on that- and it seemed that Larke had inherited the trait. Her suspicions were almost wholly confirmed as she began to gush about something “juicy”, but Dawn did not comment on it.

“You’ll have to tell us all about it, then! You definitely seem excited.” She smiled widely, eyes bright with intrigue. The smile soon dropped at Tessa’s last comment, and she quieted as Tover began to respond- although the interest lingered far longer than its companion did.

Far longer.

By the time Tover had finished, Dawn’s hands had once again wandered- propped up by her elbows, and neatly entwined against her mouth. One of her fingers rose up, and began to tap against the knuckle beneath it in slow, deliberate movements.

“I- I don’t think anyone could really get in the way of the whole...fight they have going at this point. Not forever, anyway. They’ve been at each other’s throats for too long.” She cracked her knuckles, unconsciously emphasizing her words.

“I think you made a pretty good point by actually getting in between them, though. At the very least, you made an impression, but, um. We should all make sure nobody ends up getting caught in the...crossfire of things? Next time.”

Tessa’s remark about her middle name prompted another brow raise from Dawn, and another smile. “Well, now you’ve made me curious,” she said lightly. “Do you think you could tell us the story sometime? I’d love to hear it- if you don’t mind, that is.”[/color] The list of things to do was climbing, but she didn’t entirely mind it. Dawn liked the group. She was enjoying the conversation and little nuances throughout it, and the thought of speaking more with them sparked a certain delight within her.

Dawn gave a small chuckle at Tover’s discomfort regarding the “girl talk”, and, taking a glance over in the direction he signaled to, nodded. “I don’t mind more company. And, ah. We’ll try to keep the womanish affairs short.” A wry grin touched her face, and, rubbing her knuckles, she positioned herself once again to better speak to the group. “Maria’s a nice name,” Dawn commented. She was just about to question if the name also had a story attached to it when a gust of cold air brushed past her, causing her to shiver and begin to scan the crowd for the source- but not before catching sight of the plates, now covered in a fine gloss of ice.

Once again, Dawn thanked her lucky stars that nothing had actually been spilled, as she doubted that she would be able to pry her schedule from the table if something had.


The perpetrator soon identified themselves- a sharp, black haired women who seemed like she had been dragged into the room against her own will- and started to bring up several points. The mention of the professors being appointed by the Council elicited some surprise from the Trickster. While she had heard many things about the school itself, there hadn’t been much regarding the instructors. Dawn sat up, giving a short bow of the head to show her understanding- even if the woman didn’t actually see it.

“I think the teacher froze it,” she whispered to Desi. From what Dawn could hear, several other tables were beginning to react to the slabs of ice now scattered in front of them- some complaining, others just as attentive as she was, and even a number who were, a bit humorously, making attempts to free their trapped pancakes with varying degrees of success.

Mostly on the failing side of the spectrum.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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The creature that gave him a harsh and sudden sniff jolted everything else of importance to the side. Dealing with that you knew was one thing. You can structure that information. It fits in a table when you’ve got time to think about it, a clean clear hierarchy.

Not this.

Like seeing a wild animal in the jungle for the first time as an explorer, Tover locked eyes with the creature known as apple and felt a mixture of both profound worry and utter amazement. His brain was screaming at him to back up, but his feet wouldn’t move, eyes glued to the spectacle of the unknown.

About the size of an oversized cat, but longer, this six legged.. something was inches from him as it took a deep whiff of his smell. Given he hadn’t had a chance to wash, that would have been a mixture of long car drive leather-seat, sugary fresh baked pastries, and the normal unique smell a person had.

Danger came first. The sharp pointed hook-curved tail blade had an odd-colored sheen to it, like something caustic coating the whole inner edge frequently. Given the precision the tail had when curled around the girl, the coated wiry-looking fur tail must have been prehensile. He didn’t know what to make of the holes in the tail-blade, but didn’t linger on them for more than the millisecond it took to notice them. There was so much more here.

Six legs, pronged clawed feet, insect-carapace lower limbs with the occasional patch across the body where fur was nowhere to be seen. A big, impossible to miss red-cloth patch stuck to what looked to be a harness blatantly said “Service Animal” all across the creature’s back. The canvas draping just as clear as the moth-antenna fluff protrusions that came from the back of its very angular head. Independent green eyes were apparently able to glance in differing directions at once. Didn't eyes on the side of the head designate prey species? It likely didn't apply, those fangs were visible from its closed sharp-snouted mouth. Was that acid seeping from the edges?

He didn’t want to bother confirming. A snapped mouth-click from the girl made it slither light as a feather down her body to sit at attention down her side. His discomfort faded immensely at the sight. Tover’s eyes calming as he’d scraped enough information together to not panic from meeting his first monstrosity. He was glad when she spoke.

“You’re the boy who shut up the Norrevinter, And I think I’d like that,” she’d answered as she stood. “Just point us to it. Or. I mean. Kinda start walking and Apple can figure it.”

Important immediate knowledge:
Service Animal.
Listens prompt and swift, that means trained.
Named Apple.

Roll with it Tov. There isn’t a woman in your family less frightening than this critter. Straighten up. Breathe. Unclench your hands. You’re fine. Don’t just look. See. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know what it is, it’s named Apple, it’s a fluff, and it wouldn’t be here if it couldn’t adhere to the basics.

With a breath, Tover locked himself back into stride. Something was off. What was off? She had a service animal. Forget what it is. She has a service animal. His ghostly grey eyes slash across her features, cutting away possibilities until he got to her face. The off-center gaze, she wasn’t quite looking at him. She was holding onto Apple’s harness. Guidance. Apple would follow with her in tow.

Sight? Her eyes looked fine. Normally sunglasses would give a sight impediment away. Best not to mention it. Do it like normal Tov. Treat people like people. Treat Apples like.. Apples?

His brain felt like it malfunctioned for a moment before he slid down to a knee of out instinct. His left arm leaned out, hand tilting upwards and outstretched as it came from below, palm up and fingers together as if he was greeting a dog. He didn’t have a precedent, so a shot in the dark it was. He’d let his hand linger incase Apple showed any interest in it as he replied.

”Hello Apple, I’m Tover. It’s nice to meet you. Follow me whenever you’re ready.” He’d kept calm talking. It was easy with animals. Small pleasant warmth carried on his voice. Who gave a damn that he didn’t know what it was. It was alive, and he would give care until otherwise convinced not to do so.

He pulled his hand away slow and rose back up shortly after, noticing a message from his side that he couldn’t ignore. It was addressed to him in covert silence.

Watch Them

He’d missed something. Tover’s brain spooled back to the side of the scene he’d half ignored. A lecture. Avalon had given a lecture to napkin-bringer. He hadn’t been fully aware of the content. Something about four options when it came to butting into a confrontation. The guy Jason had been lecturing to was making himself scarce as he was about to respond to Mitch and head off.

Avalon must have been referring to the girl and Apple! Since he’d handily ‘taken care’ of whatever the issue was with the one that just removed himself from the equation. Tover gave a quiet nod and diverted his full attention back to the original task. The extra request hadn’t been needed, but the thought that people were falling into the idea of taking care of one another on day one was a pleasant resonance.

“Silenced the Norrevinter? Ah. yes, that’s me. I’m Tover. The last name is Book, but I’m not fussed about people knowing it.” He quietly smiled at being referenced to as the one who silenced a Norrevinter. He’d a feeling that reputation was going to stick with him throughout the school year."It's this way." With a strong stride, he took two steps away and turned to his side was aimed at Mitch and Apple. Waiting for them to catch up so they could fall into stride before he walked in full, the short route this time, back to the table containing Dawn, Desi, and Tessa.

“So what’s your name?” This was the part of small talk that he didn’t have down. Even if she answered, he’d not know what to say after. Luckily, the time it was going to take to get to the table would save him from that p…

Attention was ripped away when someone older, less patient, shorter of speech, and with a lot more edge say "Seems we're going to need to teach this the hard way."

Not good. He knew that sentence, and he especially knew it from women in his family that were displeased with something. He didn’t know where they all got it from, but he didn’t bother breaking stride as he half-observed a gloved hand rise up with a snap. The chill factor of the room dropped as if he’d walked into a freezer. Everything had a glassy white sheen to it. Food showed up snowy, drinks seemed ice-cubed.

He said nothing when he first arrived at the table, and wiped away part of the seat of whatever frost might have been present while what must have been a teacher gave a wordy lecture.

“Apple, this one.” Tover said while taking a step back, looking in the direction most everyone else was as the whole cafeteria was told that they were going to be reigned in. The part that got under his skin however, was most definitely:

"Failure to listen to us, any of us, is going to result in immediate consequences.
Please keep this in mind the next time you choose to disregard what is being said to you.


What’s with this military harshness? That’s how drill sergeants talk. Not teachers. He was frowning, and chose to sit after Mitch had done so. Realizing that his meal too, was now a frosted-over chilly wasteland of inedible leftovers.

Tover had a thought, and peeled the introduction folder with a cold snap from the seat he’d left it on. Wiping clean the information pile they’d all been given by the receptionist on the way in. He flipped through to the teacher information, and glossed down until he saw who taught what.

Oren Dariya Kovalenko
Professor of Aquamancy and Shadow Step

If anything was going to make cold. Aqua was likely to do it. So. That was Professor Kovalenko? He closed up the folder. Introductions would break some ice. Wait… Apple was going to be the hurdle. Well. It didn’t have to be.

“Professor Kovalenko has some practice in making a point.” Tover chimed up, starting normal conversation back up. “So anyway, Dawn, Tessa, Desi. This is Apple.” He motioned at the purple fluff critter across the table from where he sat, having gone around the edge to return to his seat. “And Mitch” He offhandedly told her the names of the people at the table, and made attempt to kill whatever awkwardness might occur from Apple being there.

Asfar as first meetings would go, this was going to be the best he’d manage for easing groups together. Half turning to Dawn right away because they’d had a conversation going before he’d gotten up for the temporary break. His voice was soft, a partial whisper as the shakiness of breath quickly left him after he started. It had been a very trying morning so far, but he was managing. “Hope the girl-talk went well.”

Tover slid back into his comfterable half-slouch lean against the table right after. The nonchalance returning, thinking to just watch interaction for a bit. The girls were going to do a much better job at making Mitch feel welcome than he was able. Best to let them take the lead as he mulled over some things Dawn had said before he’d left the table.