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Adeline Butler

"Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure."

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a character in “The Orion Affair”, as played by Cloud

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Ho Hey | The Lumineers || Cruisin' | Smokey Robinson || Seeing Stars | BØRNS






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FULL NAME
Adeline Maude Butler

NICKNAME/S
Adie {common}, AB {accepted}

AGE
Sixteen {16th February}

SCHOOL YEAR
Sixth

HOUSE
Phoenicis

BLOOD STATUS
Muggle Born

NATIONALITY
Australian

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual

DIALOGUE COLOUR
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FAMILIAR
Ramsey
{Australian Masked Owl}

WAND
9" Larch wood, phoenix feather core, sturdy
{A wand ideal for discovering hidden talents and producing unexpected effects. Considered a powerful wand with an ability to instil confidence and courage.}

PATRONUS
Fur Seal

EXTRA-CURRICULAR
Phoenicis Quidditch Team, Seeker
Charms Club, Co-leader | An initial awe at the wonderful things magic could achieve led Adie to joining Charms Club in her first year. Since then talent and interest have kept her coming back, and eventually ended in her being asked to lead the club in her 6th year.
Astronomy Club | A particular passion, even if it's just because she enjoys watching the stars and finds the group a big help when completely the more tedious aspects of the homework.
Nap Club | Adie isn't the best member of Nap Club, since she'll often use it to avoid other responsibilities rather than the pure reason of simply loving naps.






























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“NO, NO! THE ADVENTURES FIRST...
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...EXPLANATIONS TAKE SUCH
A DREADFUL TIME.”

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PERSONALITY
Vibrant, adventurous, and undoubtedly capable, there is really no second guessing which house Adeline belongs to. A smile usually graces her face, particularly when surrounded by friends or flying through the sky. Combine the two and Adeline won't be able to stop grinning for hours. If you haven't already met the amicable girl, she'll be the one talking animately about a new quidditch technique, or gushing over the latest charm spell. She's quick to share what she's passionate about, and readily available to debate with anyone who disagrees. She may not always be correct in these arguments, but a particularly large stubborn streak sees her refusing to back down until proven unavoidably wrong.

Towards her friends Adie is both warm and teasing, loving nothing more than trading playful banter and witty lines. She's just as likely to offer friends a comforting hug as she is to poke her tongue out and fondly mock them. Yet, for all her playful teasing she is undeniably loyal. Her friends are like extended family, and there's little she wouldn't do to ensure their happiness. Though that doesn't mean she won't turn a scowl or glare on them if they wake her too early in the morning. Her friends are also who Adie relies on when she grows weary of tedious book work, something that happens unfortunately often given her preference for hands-on, practical magic.

There's a definite impetuous nature to Adeline. She's very much someone who acts before thinking it through properly, believing that more fun can be had by living in the moment rather than carefully planning out the day. A quick tongue, fast reflexes and relative ease with spells often helps her get out of any sticky situations her impulsive nature presents, yet had she just taken a moment to think her next move through, she wouldn't find herself in such a position to begin with. This hasty nature is most likely a reflection of the active side of her personality. Ever since Adeline was a child she's been the one fidgeting in the corner, or asking to play sports rather than sit and read. Thankfully she's found an outlet in quidditch, loving the adrenaline that comes with high speed flying.

Like many of her house mates, Adeline is unquestionably competitive. As a child she would screw her face up in a pout whenever she came out worse off in a competition. She's matured enough that losing does not earn such a disgruntled expression, but there's no doubt that the girl prefers winning to the alternative. Yet, Adeline would never willingly cheat in order to gain the advantage. She puts heavy emphasis on fairness, and believes that a competition won against a capable opponent is a much more satisfying win than against a disadvantaged opponent.





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LIKES
Quidditch, is an undoubtable favourite. She's been on the team since second year, first as a Chaser and then as a Seeker, a position she heartily loves. Adie enjoys staying active, as seen by the late morning runs she'll frequently be found taking. Late morning being the key phrase, as Adeline loves nothing more than sleeping in. She's a fan of Charms, still partially awed by everything that can be achieved with magic, and also holds a great fascination for Astronomy and simple stargazing. Adie seems to inhale sweets of both the magical and muggle variety. She's also fond of late nights spent with friends, witty jokes, muggle movies, and summer at the beach.

DISLIKES
Early mornings spent out of bed will make Adeline grouchy, it takes her at least an hour to properly wake up and she'll speak in monosyllables and grunts until then. As with most Phoenicis students, Adie is competitive and hates losing She'll readily argue with anyone who pushes pure-blood supremacy. She dislikes vegemite, though that hasn't stopped her tricking her friends into taking large bites of the Australian favourite. She'll glare at anyone who pats her on the head or speaks condescendingly to her. She's not a fan of horses, being stuck inside, waking before the sun rises, zombie movies, or the dull book subjects - as she calls History of Magic and Ancient Runes.






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QUIRKS | HABITS
Communicates in monosyllables when woken too early in the morning ✤ Taps out rhythms with her fingers when bored ✤ Ambidextrous ✤ A talented whistler ✤ Can quote her favourite movies by heart.

TALENTS | STRENGTHS
Flying | Though Adeline only started flying in her first year at Orion, she took to it immediately. She's best at zipping through players and other obstacles, her keen eyesight and fast reflexes making her a talented seeker.
Charms | Sometimes subjects just click, and that's what happened with this one. She's particularly adapt at casting spells, even if her book work occasionally lacks dedication. It's also the only vaguely theory based subject she enjoys.
Loyal | Adie will stand by her friends to the end, watching out for them and speaking in their defence when needed.
Astronomy | She has an extensive knowledge of constellations, and the muggle and magical myths behind them.

FLAWS | WEAKNESSES
Impetuous | Adie can be a bit hot-headed and rash at times. She's often the type of act first, think later.
Competitive | Adie would argue that this is hardly a flaw, yet it's true all the same that she has a large dislike for coming off the worst in any competition.
Book Subjects | Theory classes have never gained her interest. She'll excel in the practical while the book work leaves her holding her head in boredom.
Untidy | Sure, Adeline keeps herself in a perfectly presentable condition, but she's never been great at organising her work or room.
Early mornings | Adie's brain does not start working until after the sun has risen.

FEARS
Horses have scared Adie ever since she was thrown from one as a girl. She's rarely at ease around the equine beasts now and generally edges nervously away when they're near.
Dementors, an understandable fear given their death-like appearance and frightening abilities.






























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FAMILY
James Butler | Father | 45 | Muggle
Pearl Butler | Mother | 45 | Muggle
Mariah Butler | Older Sister | 19 | Witch

HISTORY
As far as childhoods go, Adeline Butler's was strikingly average. Raised in a pleasant Australian suburban home, Adeline was the youngest of two with an older sister, Mariah, three years her senior. Her mother and father, a doctor and engineer respectively, were loving and attentive to their children. Both girls were given all the opportunities their parents could afford, and offered the comfort that comes with two relatively high paying incomes. Their parents were also incredibly accepting of the strange oddities that began occurring around the girls. Though neither James, Pearl, nor the girls could begin to explain these apparently impossible events, they were never shunned or ostracised by their parents for them. The answer came shortly before Mariah's eleventh birthday when an official from Orion arrived on their doorstep, explaining to the muggle family that there was a magical world hidden beside their own.

In the three years before Adeline received her own letter of acceptance - something she was most relieved to get - she remembers anxiously waiting to hear everything about Orion from her older sister. No detail was too small, and Adie savoured everything, while also fearing that perhaps it was only her sister that was blessed with magic. Thankfully this was not the case, as her own letter of acceptance arrived on her eleventh birthday. Excited beyond belief, Adie could hardly sit still on the journey to Orion and, though she was sorted into a different house to her sister (Mariah having been placed in Centaurus), she found that Orion was everything and more than she had expected. Like her sister before her, Adeline took an active role at Orion, joining all the clubs that captured her interest and throwing herself into the magical world. She made numerous friends, developed a love of quidditch and charms, and would come home every holidays filled to the brim with stories of her exploits.

Like many other keen watchers of the night sky, Adie has noticed the absence of the prominent constellation. How the stars could suddenly vanish is far beyond her comprehension, but she hopes that some of the teachers at Orion might be able to shed some light on the issue. Of course, more than worrying about the night sky, Adie is excited for her 6th year at Orion and hopes that it will be an eventful one.


So begins...

Adeline Butler's Story

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Date: 1st September | Time: 6.00 pm | Location: Island Cove - Great Hall




Light ripples across the blue waters of the island’s cove, setting the waves aflame as the swells of water race towards the golden sands of the beach beyond. Half of the beach remains untouched, pristine stretches of sand racing down to meet the lapping salty waters. To the left, however, several small jetties have been constructed, floating on the waves and offering a safe docking space for the collection of magical ships arriving. The dock is only temporary, conjured up by staff for the arrival of the school’s students. Once the last has arrived the beach will be returned to its previous state, the swish of a wand deconstructing the floating pier in the blink of an eye.

For any muggles who catch sight of the yearly migration of ships, they might wonder where the sea faring vessels are going. The island is invisible to muggle eyes and technologies, blanketed by powerful spells that render it unmappable and undetectable. Yet, for those with magical blood running in their veins, they know exactly where the boats go and why. Above the beach, perched on the edge of the overhanging cliff, stands Orion Institute of Magic, a school dedicated to the education of young witches and wizards from around the globe. The castle gleams in the setting sun, appearing to sparkle as if its walls are littered with diamonds and crystals. The school’s flag flies from the Western tower, flapping in the sea breeze and proudly displayed the school’s crest – the Southern Cross constellation enclosed in a silver circle of vines with a pair of crossed wands beneath from which the words “To Learn Is the Highest Power” appear to be produced.

For the new students on the arriving boats, this is their first glimpse at their home for the next year, and an impression that will live on long after they have left the school. Awed gasps can be heard from some of those younger students, while the older students look on with smug expressions, their eyes already leaving the stunning castle above to scan the clear waters below. There, a dark smudge beneath the waves can be seen, flying through the water’s depths. There’s movement to the starboard side, barely caught by any who aren’t paying particular attention – just the flick of a tail and then calm again. A second later a shriek is heard from the front of the boat, small hands of the frightened first years pointing at the water monster emerging from the depths.

Long enough to wrap around the ship multiple times, the beast shares many similarities with dragons. Its skin is covered in glistening, dark multi-coloured scales, which seem to change shades as it swims from patches of sunlight to shadows cast by clouds high above. Above water the light also reveals the beautiful patterns engraved onto the beast’s scales. Sharp claws extend from its fore- and hind-legs, as long as many of the first years gapping in fear and astonishment on board the vessels are tall. Large, intelligent eyes blink up at the boat, its mouth opening to reveal rows of deadly teeth as it belches out a shriek. Spines stand to attention along its back, following the movement of its body as it slides through the water towards the boat. Just before the beast reaches the ship it picks up speed, causing more than a few of the new students to stumble backwards in fear as if it were about to smash into the ship's side. Then, to a series of gasps and startled shouts, it leaps from the waters, arching itself up and above the boat, the length of its body curving over the deck, before splashing back beneath the waves on the other side. From there it disappears down, a series of loud cheers and clapping erupting from the older students for its show.

On board the boats the knees of the first years shake, their eyes wide as they attempt to come to terms with what they’ve just seen.

“It’s a dragon… a- a-… a water dragon.” One mutters in bewilderment, no doubt questioning why a school would keep such a beast so close.

“No, it’s a Taniwha.” Another replies, possibly a resident of the neighbouring Island chain of New Zealand, from where the magical monsters originate.

The returning students grin on, confident in their knowledge that the cove’s Taniwha acts as guardian and protector of the school, and perhaps remembering their own first sighting of the beast. Many believe that the Taniwha’s appearance at the start of every year is his idea of a joke, a playful way to welcome the new students to Orion. For the rest of the year he – fondly nicknamed Moe because his full name is hard for many to pronounce – remains largely out of sight, apart from the odd glimpse of a tail or leg slipping beneath the waters.

Needless to say, once the shock wears off the new students and an older student has explained the situation, there’s no stopping the excited chatter. Yet, there is much more to see, and before long the students have left the boats. Carriages pulled by invisible steeds carry students up the winding path to the castle, while the first years are treated to flying hippogriff pulled carriages which zoom around the golden castle at an astonishing pace.

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Just as the sun finally sets, the first years are set down and ushered into the grand hall. There wonder again sets in and necks crane up to inspect the charmed ceiling above. At first glance one might simply assume that the night sky outside has been reflected in the high ceiling of the hall, yet a second glance will show you there’s much, much more to behold, for the ceiling is alive with moving constellations. The crab of cancer scuttles behind the harp constellation of Lyra just as the dragon which gives house Draconis its name glides by. A school of sparkling stars in the shape of fish glimmer in and out of view as they pass swim around the figure of Hercules. Most stars can be seen in the ceiling at at least one time in the year as the ceiling seems to shift hemispheres on a whim. However, of all the constellations, only one is notably absent, both in the ceiling above and in the night sky, Orion the Hunter.

Yet, none of the students can be faulted for not reflecting on the constellation's absence at this moment. For, of equal interest to many is the large array of food spread across the four house tables, waiting to be devoured by the hungry witches and wizards. The feast is always a highlight, and every year the kitchen elves go to great lengths to provide a truly remarkable meal. Everything from roasted vegetables, chicken drumsticks, and mouth-watering burgers to creamy puff pastries, raspberries cakes, and lemon tarts stand ready on the tables. The only thing keeping the students from reaching out and starting their meal is the watchful eye of the school’s headmistress and her accompanying teachers. They sit at the head of the hall, patiently waiting for the first years to file in so that they may be sorted. Only then will a short welcoming speech be given before permission to eat is granted.

The sorting, thankfully, does not take an extraneous amount of time. An old hat is brought out, baring a striking resemblance to the sorting hat used by Hogwarts School. And in fact Orion’s was modelled on Hogwarts’ sorting hat many years ago. However, since its creation the hat has picked up several habits, such as dropping the occasional swear word into its yearly song and insisting on being addressed as ‘Daisy’. No amount of magic or persuading can get it to stop swearing, and the students have come to be fond of this little quirk. Daisy usually receives a raucous applause after any song particularly heavy in unsavoury language. Applause too is given as the new students are sorted into one of the four houses, older students clapping them on the backs and cheering as they move to join their tables. Then, after ‘Robert Zueqo’ is sorted into Draconis, the hat is removed and Headmistress Syborn stands.

A hush descends on the hall as the witch gazes out, her smile warm as she addresses the pupils, “To our newest arrivals, welcome to Orion, and to our returning students, welcome back.” Her voice carries across the hall, while her eyes dance from face to face. “I can see that many of you are already eyeing the lemon tarts, and I will not be the reason to prolong your wait.” A cheer goes up from some of the students, the hungriest no doubt, and Headmistress Sybron waits patiently for the noise to die down before she continues, “However, I would first like to remind all students and inform our new pupils, that unsupervised magic is prohibited, while the forest and beach are out of bounds unless accompanied by a teacher. Professor Savea informs me that the island’s local unicorn herd has several new additions and asks that anyone who happens to come across them, to please be respectful and give the young foals space.” Syborn pauses, her eyes gazing around at individual faces as she lets her message sink in, when she is sure that it had she smiles and raises her hands, “Alright, you may begin.”

That announcement receives a loud cheer, one that becomes progressively quieter as the students pounce on the food. And this is where we start out story, sitting among friends and filling out bellies.

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Lucca always feels as though he is going to vomit on the first day back to Orion. No day has been quite as bad as the very first one, of course, when he did not know a soul and basically cowered afraid in any corner or shadow he could find until people sort of forced their way into his life. Force isn't an entirely fair term, as their initiative to enter it is one of those things for which Lucca is eternally grateful. He was always a kind of shy kid, hiding behind the back of his brother, and since he was nine that has only gotten worse. Friends have tried to prod him out of his shell, using his love for watching people and their passions as a rather reasonable tool, but only in small increments has he begun to open up. It seems his social anxiety will never fully leave him, regardless of any efforts made.

This is why he feels so uneasy today. He is excited to reunite with school friends, of course, but that excitement mixes with the nervousness of seeing so many people, especially the new ones, making a cocktail of squeamishness within his stomach. And the rocking of the boat hardly helps on the journey there. The only reason he had been able to face the boat ride his first year was for even greater fear of drawing attention to himself. Even today, he finds a corner of the boat to close his eyes and pretend that he is on solid ground. His hands squeeze tight around a pack of trading cards in his pocket. Many of them are worn from being held, having been among that first deck his mother gave him for his fifth birthday. The trading card club was the first one Lucca could pluck up his courage to join, because he had that small safety net. Even though he still speaks very little even to other club members, he has found himself to be at ease among them.

Once the feast has begun, however, Lucca is able to distract himself with food and friends. He can count his close friends with one hand, leaving fingers to spare, but is at least able to smile and nod and listen to most of the people in his own house without beginning to feel nervous. Even with the new first years, he begins to feel a sense of kinship as some smile and some try to make themselves as small as possible. He was certainly in the latter category years ago, willing himself into invisibility.

Even as he listens to others, Lucca's eyes dance over the heads to the other tables, looking for Leo, or Aidan, or- his eyes briefly meet, entirely accidentally, with those of Miss Adeline Butler. She probably doesn't even notice the exchange herself, but his face promptly goes scarlet. Lucca ducks his head and temporarily gives up on the search until his face has returned to it's normal pigment. For now, he takes a drink of water and frowns at his own general stupidity.


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Lucca may be conflicted about the first day back at Orion, but Andromeda Quillen is always more than happy to return to the beautiful castle. After all, while she may not detest her family as some of the other pureblood children seem to, Andy doesn't always feel entirely comfortable in her home. With the rotting woodwork, fading paint, and background music of arguing parental units, it hardly feels like a warm bed to relax in after a difficult year at school. Quite the opposite, it always seems as though she is going on vacation when returning back to Orion. The sight of Moe's shadow beneath the boats, the gasps of awe coming from the various first years- they all greet her like the meow of a distinctly affectionate pet cat. Of course, she released Pines a bit ago, for he seemed more inclined to fly back to the castle and stretch his wings. Andy wishes she could whip out a broom and join him. She recently saved enough money to purchase her own broom, meaning Draconis's Keeper won't be the only one riding a school-owned broom this season.

For this she is grateful. Seeing her teammates getting new, top of the line brooms every year had begun to sting the girl's ego. She has always felt embarrassed about the state of the family fortune. It isn't necessarily the lack of money, but the fact that it was lost due to laziness and stupidity, and every british wizard born to magical parents knows it. Though her name is ancient, there are those purebloods who look down on her for the pitiful state her parents live in, holding themselves like kings when their kingdom is degrading to little more than a collection of moldy wood. And she is their princess, fulfilling the material needs of others at some school on the other side of the world. What honor is there in a few heirlooms if they live in dust, just waiting to be pawned off? There is a reason Andy doesn't frequently bring up her parents, though her name may earn some friends within Draconis.

At the feast, new housemates, and perhaps new customers, find their way to the Draconic table, which roars with each name claimed, and mutters with dissatisfaction for every Phoenicis. Outside of the Quidditch pitch Andy cares little for House divisions: they are all potential customers to her, after all. She gladly pours a glass of Cranberry juice at the end of the speech, and leans to listen, wicked smile dancing at the corners of her mouth, at the tales of some other student's exciting, expensive summer vacation. She does not begrudge people this gloating, instead inserting funny little remarks throughout the tale, investing herself in the conversation such that she needn't actually contribute with her own tales, which don't stretch much beyond hanging out with some other British purebloods, mostly Leo the little cub she's been around since childhood.

Glancing at one of the newer Draconis, who practically reeks of family gold, Andy sees no shame in advertising. "Just let me know if you guys need anything the school doesn't offer. I'll give you a house discount," she winks in that conspiratorial way which makes people feel let in on some great plot.

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Character Portrait: Adeline Butler Character Portrait: Lucca Faraldo Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Aidan Zeller Character Portrait: Emma Quinn
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All day excitement had been a palpable emotion. The young witch had been fizzing with anticipation as she began her annual migration from her suburban muggle home in the suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, to the magical school of Orion. A short car ride to the harbour, a wave good bye to her parents, and an exchange of promises to write often, before the muggle born was boarding one of the enchanted ships that would carry her towards friends, magic, and her second home. Her bag was heavy with a packed afternoon snack her parents had insisted she take with her, the book of quidditch moves she had ordered over the holidays, and of course, all her clothes, textbooks, potion cauldrons, and more.

Her broom too made an odd sight, partially wrapped in protective bubble wrap as a precaution against any bumps that might mark its smooth surface. Her broom was by far Adie's most prized possession, bought last year after months of saving her pocket money and pooling her birthday and Christmas present allowance together. She can still remember the feeling of running her hands over the smooth wood, and knowing that this was hers. The first ride had been thrilling, and bubbling laughter had spilled from her lips as she had taken a lap of the school's quidditch pitch.

The holiday break had been the first time Adeline had had a decent quidditch broom at home with her (far better than the second-hand Southern Comet she had been given in second year by her sister who hadn't taken to flying at all), and she had been practically dying of impatience to visit her Aunt and Uncle's house.
They lived in the middle of nowhere, on a small farm with towering walls of eucalyptus trees that made a perfect practice pitch for the eager flier. It was there that Adie had spent hours practising every trick her quidditch book had to offer, at times convincing her older sister to join her so that she had someone to practice with. Mariah was not a natural flier though, a talented witch with endless potential when it came to casting spells, brewing potions, and so forth, but put her on a broom and she was like a fish out of water. Still, Mariah was better than no one.

Adeline's own home, situated in a comfortable middle-class suburb of Melbourne, had nowhere to fly without attracting the attention of muggles, and so, when they had returned back from her Aunt's home, Adie had felt the lack of flying as if she'd lost a limb. Mariah, taking pity on her little sister, had surprised Adie with tickets to one of the Tri-Nation Quidditch matches. Despite being called 'Tri' the competition actually involved at least six international teams from the southern hemisphere, and Adie was lucky enough to witness the clash between the New Zealand Silver Brooms, and Australia's Flying Wallabies. Even though Australia had lost to their trans-Tasman rivals, the high of the match had carried Adie through the rest of the break. Now she was eager to trade holiday gossip face to face with her friends. Letters, sent regularly to her closest friends, could only do so much to describe her enthusiasm. She had described the incredible moves of the New Zealand seeker over writing to Leo Duan, but what she really wanted was to give him a blow by blow commentary in person.

That was why, as Adie bounced into the Great Hall with the horde of other returning students, she was eagerly looking around for Leo and many of her other close friends. Though, the difficulty with being of short stature was the limiting view it offered her. Standing on her tiptoes gave her a slightly better view. Was that Leo's dark head of hair bobbing away from her? She shakes her head as the student takes a seat at the Draconis table, before golden curls catch her attention next. Mac? Or Emma? Again Adie is left in disappointment as the curls turn out to belong to a fourth year wizard. With a sigh and a small pout Adie decides it might be best to wait until after the sorting, when everyone is seated and the wall of black robes isn't such a large hindrance. With that thought she takes a seat at the far end of the Phoenicis table, paying equal attention to the food in front of her and the nervous first years being sorted by Daisy.

When Headmistress Syborn gives permission for students to start their meals, Adie gives an enthusiastic clap before loading her plate with goodies. Her parents may have packed an afternoon snack for her trip, but Adie hadn't touched it because she'd known that this magnificent feast was only a short trip away. Now she happily gorged herself on the array of deliciousness spread out before her, favouring anything with sugar in it. It may not have been the most nutritious dinner, but it certainly tasted amazing. As Adeline pulls another few sugared ginger-snaps and frosted raspberry cupcakes towards her, her eyes begin to scan the hall. She's searching for her friends, though her gaze catches on a few other faces too. Lucca Faraldo, a shy young man in house Centaurus meets her gaze. Adie offers the boy a smile and a wave, though she is unsure if he catches the greeting as he ducks his head quickly. Without thinking anything of it, Adie casts her eyes down the length of the table, quickly catching sight of several faces that she's been aching to reunite with since their separation at the end of the last school year.

Palming several lemon tarts - her favourites - Adie pulls herself from her seat and glides down the length of the table. An empty seat beckons her and she plops herself down in it as a grin spreads across her face. She's just in time to catch the tail end of Emma and Mac's conversation and she lets out a happy laugh, "They're right, I'm surprised you haven't cleared the whole table yet. Though, if you're still hungry Aidan, mum packed me some delicious vegemite sandwiches. I saved them just for you." Adie plasters an innocent smile on her face, knowing full well that Aidan doesn't think there is anything 'delicious' about vegemite. Turning slightly, Adie lets her gaze travel happily around her fellow Phoenicis team mates, "How were your holidays?" Seemingly unable to wait until after dinner, Adie leans in and adds with clear excitement in her voice, "I learnt a new quidditch move in the holidays that I can't wait to show you. We are going to wipe the floor with the other teams this year."

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"I am vain."
The boat ride towards the institute was just as soothing, as he remembered. Jacobi closed his eyes and leaned back against a rail where he was sitting, reminiscing about when he was a first year taking this same boat ride. Honestly, he was terrified but then just imagined as if it was the waters off of the Hawaiian coast then that made the ride smooth sailing from then on. He opened his eyes with a slight smile dancing across his facial features as he looked and saw a girl staring at him. He offered her a small wave, which she returned with a soft chuckle towards her friends and now they were probably talking about him, along with his cuteness and whatever else.

With the shake of his head, Jacobi diverted his attention elsewhere and that was when his ears twitched at the Taniwha's shriek. He turned around and leaned forward against the railing now, clasping his hands against it, as well. Jacobi smiled at the creature below then turned as most of the first years seemed slightly afraid due to the other years torment towards them. Again, he shook his head and sat back down, seeing the institute up ahead and honestly gleamed with excitement. He was more than excited to be returning to the great halls of Orion but was sort of saddened at the same time, considering it was his last year at the institute. A sigh escaped over his parted lips at the thought as they made their way inside of the institute.

Jacobi entered the Great Hall and eyed every single table until he found the one that was meant for his house. Upon approaching the table, he saw the first years were escorted in. He looked upon the posse of girls from the boat and gave them a thumbs up. But they all went to a different house, other than his own. Of course, he was not sad since their house seemed to have gotten some good recruits this year. When the Headmistress stands, everything went silent immediately and Jacobi even had to shush some little first years, who were talking. His eyes bared upon her now as her speech wasn't really long this year, which he was thankful for.

Just as she mentioned that they can begin their feast, he raised a brow towards Aidan, who obviously wasted no time to fill his belly. Jacobi simply rolled his eyes at him then reached and grabbed a few items to fill his plate. He welcomed the recent recruited first years to the House of Phoenicis and they all thanked him with smiles and laughs. Though one of them engaged in a full fledged spill about her family, which Jacobi really had no intention of listening to. He nodded his head as if he was giving the first year his full attention then commented afterwards. "Oh, that's nice." That was it. The first year shrugged his shoulders and shut his mouth talking.

Jacobi heard everyone's words about Aidan's eating habits and could do nothing but laugh. "Aidan, are you trying to get stronger this year for Quidditch? If so, I think you may be taking the wrong approach." Jacobi commented then looked at Adeline as she asked about everyone's holidays. "Well, mine were quite enjoyable as always. Nothing like going back home to the beautiful beaches and catching some narly waves." Jacobi responded with a bad surfer impression then lowered his head, a bit embarrassed at the display that had just transpired. He remained quiet and hoped that someone would hurry up and speak as he sat there, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. When Adeline spoke about showing them some Quidditch moves she learned over the holidays, he wanted to comment but then thinks that had spoke enough for the time being.

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        XXXTight ringlets frame Emma's soft cheeks, bouncing as she speaks. She is a continuous stream of movement. Her feet tap in time with her speech and she gestures wildly with her arms, nearly flinging the back of her palm into an unsuspecting Third Year's eye.
        XXXWatching her calls Aidan's attention to where his own knee bounces beneath the table. An inability to stay still seems to be a Phoenicis trait, as many posses it. Energy blitzes from one end of the Phoenicis table to the other, exuding an eagerness to act.
        XXXThe noise is jarring after months of bitter silence. The Zellers rarely speak to one another, unless it is to impart knowledge of a hazardous new spell in progress or the shift in political power in the Ministry of Magic. Even that is rare, for loyalty and generosity are not traits perpetuated by the Wizards and Witches of the Dark Arts. Everyone is guarded and disingenuous, reluctant to share the minor details that could give them the upper hand should the need arise, as it often does.
        XXXTheodor Zeller had long accepted his firstborn's deficiency, but that has not stopped him from imparting his dark knowledge on him in the hopes that the power it offered might goad Aidan into veering onto a different path. With only one other child, it seems to Theodor that the only way to continue his lineage is through his muggle-sympathising son or his half-blood daughter.
        XXXNeither are ideal, but a daughter whose blood would mar the ancient House of Zeller's 'purity' is even more so. Aidan's return to The Onyx Manor during the Summer holidays has only become more insufferable following his mother's death four years prior.
        XXX"The rest of you might want to scoot back a bit though," Mac's voice brushes away the dark clouds coalescing in his head. "Getting between him and those raspberry cakes can be dicey."
        XXX"Don't be ridiculous," Aidan responds, turning away from the empty chair to pin Mac with eyes like shattered glass. Lines of silver radiate from dark pupils, bleeding across pale blue irises. “I'm only a danger to newborns. Less chewy."
        XXXA familiar figure plops into the vacant seat in his periphery. Aidan shifts his gaze from Mac to Adeline. The slow grin that spreads across his face reveals the dimple in his right cheek. Adie appears exactly as she had when he'd held her, grazing the top of her head with his lips before wishing her a good holiday months ago. It's as if she took a step over the cliff that separated his thoughts from reality and landed right in front of him.
        XXXHe'd told her to tell her family he'd said hi. He knows, listening to the strange tales of her muggle family, that his family is wrong. Muggle parents do not keep their children in broom closets under the stairs or feed them experimental muggle drugs that give them supernatural powers akin but inferior to Pure-blood magic. He has heard so much about Adie's family, sometimes it's as if he knows them himself. He supposes a boy can wish.
        XXX"They're right, I'm surprised you haven't cleared the whole table yet. Though, if you're still hungry Aidan, mum packed me some delicious vegemite sandwiches. I saved them just for you," Adie says.
        XXXAidan blinks slowly, seeming to be stunned for a few long moments. After months of silence - because his family did not condone the use of "unnatural mud-blood contraptions" like Facebook, Skype or God forbid, air conditioning - this is what she has to say to him? Vegemite sandwiches?
        XXX"Hey, thanks, man. That's what I meant when I asked for a souvenir. Vegemite sandwiches. My fav." He'd taken to using muggle slang last semester for comedic purposes. Aidan nods sagely and picks up a fork. "You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." His eyes roll into the back of his eyes. Aidan shakes his head and begins furiously shovelling some raspberry tart into his mouth. He swallows. Shakes his head again. "Hey, Aidan. Long time no see, Aidan. I have been lost without your mesmerising touch to enchant me awake, Aidan," he mumbles under his breath.
        XXXAdie asks how everyone's holidays were and Aidan listens, smiling and adding a few wry comments and prodding questions of his own. He doesn't mention how his holidays were, although holiday might be too generous of a word to describe life in the Onyx Manor. Instead he shoves it into the recesses of his mind. Better to pretend it never happened, along with every other time he returned 'home.'
        XXXHis ears perk and his face brightens at the mention of Quidditch and winning. Two of his favourite things. Soon another voice chips in to comment on his eating habits. Frankly, Aidan doesn't see the point in merely talking about food. Now if they actually had food.
        XXX"Aidan, are you trying to get stronger this year for Quidditch? If so, I think you may be taking the wrong approach," Jacobi says. Aidan raises his head and quirks a brow.
        XXX"Lecturing me on Quidditch strategy, Cobi?" Aidan muses. "That reminds me!"
        Aidan turns to the members of the Phoenicis Quidditch team around him, eyes gleaming with genuine delight. His dimple deepens.
        XXX"6am Quidditch training tomorrow! I spent my holidays dreaming of the many gruelling drills to add to our training regime. The Bodysaw, Prisoner Get Up, Gut Buster. Draconis will never see it coming." Aidan slams a fist onto the table, rattling plates of food and sending a few pieces of cutlery sprawling to the floor. "Man, we're going to have such a great time.
        XXX"Wait," he says after a pause, furrowing his brows. "Where's Godric?" They usually come to the welcome back dinner together as they always end up in the same boat. Normally, they would come from the same direction - England - but he'd taken the portkey in Germany this time.

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On the contrary to what any magic-employing witch or wizard may utilize as a means of transportation, Leo had taken an airplane to Australia and how absolutely exciting it was! When he had brought up the notion to his parents, that he wanted to travel to the ships not by portkey, but by the winged vehicle in which the muggles used to travel, they had been thrilled by the idea. His mum and dad were muggle supporters, you see; They said that it was imperative that he learn of muggle ways and customs, even down to their travel habits, as it was how magic-wielders learned how to thrive amongst the muggles. Leo didn't care to pay attention to their slightly stiff speech about how muggles were to be respected, cherished members of society and that despite the fact that most of them had no magical abilities at all, they were not lesser beings, as he knew the prattle by heart. Instead, his mind wandered to what it would be like to board one of those huge, white crafts.

Leo loved how the muggles developed technology to compensate for their shortcomings, even though the technology was still quite basic in function. Airplanes did in multiple hours what a portkey could do in seconds, his younger brother, Deshi, had pointed out. He just didn't understand that that was besides the point! Leo would be able to experience first-hand what the muggles do and it's not every day that a young witch or wizard could do that. Although, he'll admit that there are those pure-blooded witches and wizards who aren't as fascinated in the muggle world as he is, he couldn't understand how they could resist the appeal. It was, in fact, the reason as to why he found himself in the muggle docking station for airplanes- the "airport"- and boarding a plane to Australia when it came the time to venture to Orion Institute of Magic.

The airport itself was terribly exciting, full of muggles who all needed to be somewhere, who needed to go someplace and although the airport workers took his owl Peach away from him and put her somewhere with his luggage, an angry-looking businessman yelled at him when he accidentally bumped into him, and he had gotten terribly lost while looking for his plane, it was thrilling and wonderful. However, the actually being on the plane was even more fantastic. The interior was spacious, yet extremely cramped at the same time, with passengers sitting side by side in long rows. Just above him, Leo had an array of buttons, most of which controlled lights, but he eventually caught the nasty look that his seatmate, an fat, balding man, gave him when he pushed them one too many times. Although the plane ride took almost a day, Leo kept himself occupied by talking to the kind stewardesses who brought him little packaged peanuts and watching an array of muggle movies.

By the time he boarded the ships to Orion, he was missing the the muggle friend he made on the airplane; he had been a boy of about eight and kicked the back of Leo's seat until Leo roused from his slumber. They ended up bonding over how it was both of their first plane rides. He also could help but feel a little sad while he looked into the depths of the water surrounding him as he recalled one of the muggle movies he had watched. It was a story about a poor man named Jack who fell in love with a beautiful woman on a ship named Rose, but it ended in tragedy when the ship hit an iceberg and Jack died. Nevertheless, he was extremely happy to be back on the ships. The young wizard was filled with warmth and a sense of belonging and he was eager to get back to school to be with all of his friends.

Only when a loud rumbling was heard, along with the huge tremors of ocean water, followed by the screaming of multiple first years, did Leo lift his gaze from the hypnotizing movements of the ocean and come out of his thoughts. His sight came to rest upon none other than his old friend, Moe, a Taniwha who may look quite frightening, but was really one of the most lovely creatures that Leo has ever met. During his first year, Leo had managed to befriend Moe, after he learned of his love for lemon flavored pastries and they're still friends to this day. No one seems to question Leo anymore when he loads up a rucksack full of lemon tarts to bring to Moe, even though Leo has never explained why he does it. Leo was happy to see Moe again at that moment, but all of the first years seemed terribly relieved when he left. Leo left it up to other sixth and seventh years to calm them down and explain that Moe was actually just a wonderful being.

What usually happens after all of the students get off of the ships is that they all load into the stead-less carriages and then travel the halls to file into the Great Hall. The students then sit through the first year sorting ceremony and are given a speech by Orion's headmistress, Headmistress Syborn. Leo would have done this, just as everyone else, but, well, he slipped off the end of his carriage when he saw a wild Puffskein out of the corner of his eye. What was Leo to do when he saw that the poor creature was in terrible shape, filthy, trembling, and looking absolutely terrified? Needless to say, he chased the thing for a good amount of time before catching it and calming it down. His robes may now be muddled with dirt and leaves, but he has the little Puffskein hidden beneath it and it was his prize. He was hoping that the small bulge on his torso and the cute squeaking would go unnoticed.

"You're very late, Leo." On his way to the Great Hall, as he rushed, rather, the flirtatious voice called to him. The figure that spoke suddenly apparated to the side of him, revealing that the source of the voice belonged to a ghost: Andrea Prebble. The beauty giggled as she gave him a once over, acknowledging his state. However, Leo had little time to speak with her.

"Good evening, Miss Prebble. I'm afraid I don't have much time to speak with you." His words where rushed and short, but he received a haughty huff when he continued swiftly past her. As if it came to him as a second thought, he hastily added a, "You look lovely today." Andrea still looked rather irritated, but the words seemed to appease her as she floated through the wall and off somewhere else.

By the time he came to sit at the very end of the Pegasi bench, a spot furthest from the front of the room, he had missed both the sorted ceremony and the beginning of the year speech. Much to his relief, no one gave him a second look as he entered the Great Hall, all preoccupied by the feast and reuniting with old friends. The Chinese wizard didn't know any of the Pegasi he was sitting next to and, in turn, they didn't acknowledge him. Leo felt himself begin to settle down, his racing heart coming to a steady thump. For a moment he pondered going to find his friends- Devan, Adeline, Galina, Lucca, Andy, or anybody else he could find, but then he remembered the little lump in his robe. Gently, inconspicuously, he opened the flaps of black fabric to reveal big, sad eyes looking at him. Feeling a smile grow on his face, he broke a corner off of a raspberry cake and held it to the Puffskein's nose. He found himself grinning when it cautiously sniffed at it, but soon opened it's mouth and gulped it back. Leo continued to feed the custard-coloured furball.

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“Now that just sounds like it’d give you indigestion.” Mac replied playfully, leaving it purposely ambiguous whether she meant the newborns or the Vegemite, both sounding equally repulsive. As talk turned to summer vacation, Mac remained fairly subdued, preferring to listen to her friends’ stories of home and family over the holiday. Mac had always been a little jealous of Adie and Emma in that respect, their parents just seemed so…accepting of it all. It was hard for Mac to fathom really, her own mother tepidly tolerant at best, and her father well…that was just a subject she avoided entirely. Mac’s summers were always filled with awkward silence and grating isolation, not really a topic that made for friendly conversation. “Long.” Mac replied simply when her turn came around, smiling brightly as she eagerly passed the baton.

As the conversation thankfully turned to Quidditch, Aidan’s sadistic side reared its ugly head, and Mac couldn’t quite stop herself from provoking it. “Hmmm sounds like we might actually break a sweat there cap. So will the shirt be remaining on, or off for our viewing pleasure?” Mac commented with an abundance of cheek. When it came to practice, Mac was possibly a bit of a masochist in that respect. Whether she really just liked pushing Aidan’s buttons, or being the sole focus of his attention was anyone’s guess. Mac decided a long time ago not to analyze it too closely.

Mac had just finished her second lemon tart when she caught sight of the origami swan flying her way. Elegant, precise, and just a touch impersonal, it had the hallmarks of Professor Jones written all over it. Despite transfiguration being by far her best academic subject, Mac had always enjoyed a bit of a tense relationship with the head of Draconis. Professor Jones had always tried to push her to be ambitious in ways that had just never appealed to the apathetic student that Mac was, and Jones had never seemed to much appreciate wasted talent, particularly in her own subject. When Mac landed in detention, three out of four times it was Jones sending her there, which didn’t bode well for her evening. As the swan prepared to land by her hand, it was intercepted midair by a patrolling professor Maddox, who seemed to have no qualms opening it right up and reading the message.

“Congratulations James, you’re going for the record I see.” He commented dryly. “You’ve been back all of what, an hour, and you’ve already got a week’s detention? Something to do with a traumatized first year and a pig nose..?” Professor Maddox inquired, sounding more like he was fishing for details than seriously reprimanding her.

Mac had been expecting the detention at some point, but she hadn’t quite expected it so soon. The little snot didn’t even have her name to give yet, so who was the rat? As she tried to work out the culprit in her mind, she remembered one particular face she’d seen in the crowd looking particularly smug as they got off the boat.

“That little snitch…” Mac muttered under her breath. Head spinning toward the Draconic table, she pinned Adrian with an accusatory stare, though it lacked any real heat. It was more a promise to return the favor at her earliest convenience, and she was actually kind of excited by the challenge. Their friendship was odd that way, but Mac was going to be seriously mad at him if he didn’t do something to land his perfect little butt in detention with her. Detentions alone sucked, their relationship was proof enough of the power of boredom and it's ability to make friends of the most unlikely of people. Adrian was also surprisingly good company once you got past his front, an opinion that was not particularly popular at this table. Because of that, Mac tended not to flaunt her friendship with Adrian too loudly in their company, but she wasn't about to apologize for it either.

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Godric would have been one to appreciate peace and quiet for a change on his arrival to Orion, something he doesn't normally get. Somehow, ever since his first year at the wizarding institute, there is always something that seems to go wrong during his first day, especially when he's in Aidan's company.

As the boat departs and Godric notices Aidan is nowhere to be seen, he starts to get the false idea he'd get a calm ride without too many distractions. Perhaps he could enjoy reading one of his books, even if it was for a brief moment. Unlike every other year they rode together, in which the duo engaged in endless chatter much of which involved Quidditch strategies and new tactics to finally defeat Alfie, it seemed as if this year would be different. Admittedly, he wasn’t one to complain as he enjoys Aidan's company, at least that is when he isn't trying to torture him with his vastly cheesy romantic flicks. Truth be told, the thought alone made the wizard shiver, wondering what new and old movies Aidan had brought with him this year.

Much to Godric’s dismay, his ears resonate with noises coming from every direction; from students inside the boat, to those on the ones nearby. Even the Taniwha made sure to shriek loudly for everyone to hear, especially the first years, before splashing the water with its voluptuous body. The reactions were ever the same and Godric can't possibly be any more indifferent. Not wanting to engage in any kind of interaction with anyone he doesn't know, he pulls out one of the many books he had brought in his enchanted satchel before he pretends to read it profusely. A lie of course, as it was impossible for him to read given the loudness. Still, he hopes others can take a hint and leave him be.

In his rehearsed tactic to ignore others, Godric begins noticing a particular group that was being louder than the rest. Their giggles and failed attempts to discreetly ogle at the older wizard were almost bothersome. One mere glance away from his book and into the giggling source, and Godric was able to find none other than three younger girls whispering into each other, unknowing that Godric has an almost superhuman hearing as they coyly stare into his direction.

"Isn't that Phoenicis keeper?" Asked one the girl on the left to which her neighbor responds with a nod.

"He's no Aidan Zeller but he sure is cute."

Godric raises an eyebrow behind his book, almost offended by the remark. The one in the middle, unlike her friends was not shy in the slightest as she boldly winks at Godric in hopes to receive his attention hoping he is staring despite seemingly having his face buried in his large book. Without a doubt, had it been someone else, particularly his Draconis friend Lito, they would have surely appreciated the flattering gesture unlike Godric who can't help but to shake his head at the unwanted attention.

He momentarily shakes his head again, remembering what had happened at the beginning of his forth year after he had lost a bet to Aidan. The punishment was clear, to try to be friendlier and to attempt to smile more. As a venture to do just that, Godric smiled to Linda Clearwater, a younger girl from the third year unknowing it would be the beginning of her unrequited obsession. The girl was mad indeed, going to extremes as to following Godric everywhere he went, the library, his secret hideouts, including Quidditch practices. Of course, Aidan wasted no time in mocking him for it and Godric wasted none to remind him he was the only one to blame. In a final effort to gain the boys favor, the girl secretly gifted Godric chocolates with Amortentia to which he instead passed on to Aidan as a form of retribution. Only after a week of much amusement did Godric tricked his love sick friend into drinking the counter potion.
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Godric had arrived late to the great hall. He had waited until the very last minute as he had lost track of time after a thoroughly conversation with The Wayward Seafarer. Truthfully, the young wizard always seemed to enjoy his conversations with the ghostly beauty. Once he did, all of the first years had been seated and everyone was already seated, eating from the feast before them. Just as he was about to slid into a seat not too far from Aidan, he listens to Aidan's announcement over their first Quidditch practice, McKenna's witty remark and Aidan's inquiry on his whereabouts.

"Quidditch practice tomorrow at six." He repeated letting him know he had heard him. "Bee's knees, mate." Godric says with a grin as he takes a seat. He takes his time to stare at everyone at the table, and pauses for a split second when he sees Adie. He's waiting for her to complain at what she he knows she thinks it is an ungodly hour to be awake. Instead, Emma is the first to speak to which Godric listens to quietly without making a remark. Indeed, he too wondered who would be the one to replace Aidan after they graduated. In the meantime, Godric grabs a bite out of the roasted chicken standing before him.

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Adeline Butler is many things; talented caster of charms, loyal friend, sexorable trouble maker, and flyer extraordinaire, yet one thing she is not, is a morning person. Rising before breakfast is a rarity, her family are always shocked and surprised when their youngest daughter ventures from the dark cave of her room before the sun has reached its pinnacle. Teasing cries of ‘Where is the real Adie?’ and ‘What have you done with my daughter?’ are not uncommon in the Butler household when such an incident occurs. At school, forced out of bed by the necessity to attend class, Adie will often be found wordlessly munching on a piece of toast at breakfast, grumbling under her breath and squinting at the early morning sunrise. The first few weeks back at Orion are always the hardest, for she is still largely on her holiday timetable, which always aims to make the most of morning lie-ins. Adie had hoped to ease herself back into the morning schedule of waking up just before breakfast so as to ensure the longest time in bed, yet it seems that Aidan Zeller has other ideas.

Aidan opens his mouth and verbally demonstrates his complete ignorance surrounding the beauty of sleep-ins, informing those gathered around him – which luckily seems to comprise of the entire Phoenicis Quidditch team minus one beater – that a six a.m. start is on the cards for tomorrow. Adie wishes she could claim to have misheard her friend, yet there is no avoiding the jarring syllables that tauntingly dance across the table.

Eyes round with shock Adie casts an incredulous gaze towards Aidan, half expecting to see devil horns growing from his light brown locks. Worse yet, there is no telling smirk or raised brow that might suggest a joke. Adie has the sickening feeling that Aidan is serious. Certainly, she knows that Aidan is susceptible to this kind of madness, having spent the previous year forced to drag herself out of bed for similar morning practices. But on the first day back? This has to be a new record for the assertive quidditch captain, one that Adie would have been happy to leave untouched.

Perhaps, in hindsight, she shouldn’t have joked about the vegemite sandwiches. She knew that Aidan’s mood was always soured by a trip home, and greeting him with a teasing comment may have only further dissatisfied him. Adie had certainly heard Aidan’s rumblings of discontent, but had been happy in the knowledge that she would be able to gift him his real souvenir - a soppy muggle movie to add to his ever growing collection – after they had left the Great Hall. Now, however, Adie doesn’t quite feel like rewarding her friend with such a treat.

Instead her gaze takes on an even more disbelieving slant as her team-mates fail to make any sign of protest. Casual remarks about a bare-chested Aidan, next year's captaincy, and bees' knees are not what she wants to hear. It would seem that Adie is the only sane member of their team, or at least the only one who thinks that waking up before the sun is insane. While Aidan shirtless is definitely a sight for sore eyes, it will do little to keep her own eyes from falling prey to the effects of gravity. If Adie falls asleep on her broom and falls to her death, there can be no doubt that she will haunt Aidan for the rest of his days.

Adie's gaze momentarily flickers to Godric as he takes a seat with the group. A smile, more polite than friendly, is sent his way before she purposefully diverts her gaze back to Aidan. Just as Godric knows of Adie's distaste for early mornings, Adie is well aware that Godric has no problems with them. Had she been skilled at Legilimency, Adie might have heard his mental process as he waits for Adie to voice her own opinion on Aidan's ungodly proposal. As it is, shock has kept her quiet while the others let their voices be heard, yet the verbal block is only temporary, and as she snaps out of her stunned haze her words quickly follow.

“Six a.m... Six a.m.!” Adie finally blurts out, her gaze locking on the face of her tormentor as she repeats the god forsaken hour, “Are you trying to kill us?” - Death is doubtful, after all then Aidan would be down six players - “It’s still dark out that early, and it’s only the first day back, Aidan!” Adie continues her protest. She knows that nothing will change Aidan’s mind, yet that has never stopped her complaining about the ridiculously early hour before, “What about trials? What about-…” Here Adie pauses, attempting to find another excuse to throw at Aidan’s feet, yet really the only protest that comes to mind is the one that is least likely to earn Aidan’s sympathy, “…What about sleep?!”

Adie silently wonders if it was too early to call the first Nap Club meeting. Perhaps she could find Leo and claim that he needed her on urgent Leo business. Or – as her eyes follow the conversation surrounding Mac’s startlingly quick detention – Adie spectulates whether she could earn a detention that somehow prevents her from attending pre-breakfast practices only. With a mental shake of her head, Adie discards the ideas before she can give them proper consideration. She knows that no excuse will see her out of this practice. A sigh of resignation escapes her lips and she rests her chin on the heel of her palm as she gazes up at her friends, “Send a letter to my family saying I love them." She announces half-jokingly. In truth, once the fresh breeze has woken her up and Adie is gliding through the morning air with her team-mates, she knows that she’ll enjoy it. After all, she lives for the hours when she can fly through the air. The only problem is the time it takes to pull herself out of bed and get to the quidditch pitch. That is when extreme caution is advised for anyone wishing to speak with the girl.

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        XXX“Hmmm sounds like we might actually break a sweat there cap," Mac says. Aidan beams. Break a sweat? They'll be lucky if they can still crawl after what he has planned for them. "So will the shirt be remaining on, or off for our viewing pleasure?”
        "He'll need to take his shirt off to wake us up at that early hour," Emma responds immediately.
        XXXThe grin falls from Aidan's face as he gapes at the two Phoenicis girls, sputtering an incoherent stream of protests as a flush rises to his neck. He coughs into his fist and clears his throat. They're just kidding, he tells himself. Stop acting like an idiot, asshole. He exhales and shakes the crazy thoughts from his head. Nobody cares to look at him when he's shirtless. Why would they? Ridiculous. He's surprised Emma and Mac even notices when he's shirtless. Was he shirtless? He certainly doesn't remember taking off his shirt.
        XXXDoes he? Damn, what if he does? He did! But only a few times. It can be quite warm on the Quidditch pitch. Is it an affront to their young eyes? Should he suggest counselling? Shit, they were looking at him. Quick, quick! Say something!
        XXX"Been checking me out, have you?" Oh, my God, of all the things you could say. Shut up, just shut up. "I feel like man candy."
        XXXThe arrival of Godric saves him from further embarrassment. Never has Aidan been happier too see his friend. He considers leaping to his feet and sweeping Godric off of his in a bone-crunching man hug, but decides against it. He was full from all the food, and looking too closely at Godric gave him indigestion. He grins, slapping Godric hard on his back as he takes a bite out of a piece of roasted chicken. Man, he loves the guy.
        XXXThe arrival of Professor Maddox and his comments sends a jolt of alarm through Aidan. Again? He gives Mac a stern look, but he cannot help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. Mac is impulsive but she is also virtuous. Whatever the first year did to deserve a pig's nose, it was probably rightfully granted. Still, he schools his face into one of stern reprimand.
        XXX“Six a.m... Six a.m.!” the shriek of Adie's voice shifts Aidan's attention. “Are you trying to kill us?” she accuses him. He fights the urge to roll his eyes into the back of his head. First the vegemite. Now this. She thinks I'm a serial killer. She continues her frantic protests, offering trials, sleep and last messages to her family in the hopes that it might change his mind. He doesn't know why he tries every year, because he is quite certain he's confessed to Adie at some point that his skull is actually made of titanium.
        XXX"Trials?" he muses, tapping his chin cleft with a finger as he pretends to ponder on the question. "Oh, trials are at 3. A.M." Was it a joke? Maybe, maybe not. He likes to start them off young and early so they knew there is no hope. Let them ponder on that.
        XXX"As for sleep," he continues matter-of-factly. "Just sleep before 8pm, pet." He smiles and reaches over, tucking a loose strand of Adie's hair behind her ear. He pauses, and ruffles her whole head until it resembles a nest on her head. He leans back onto his chair.
        XXX"I'll send Pearl a letter. I'm sure she'll toss it into the pile along with all the other ones beginning with 'Aidan is a monster! He wants us to wake up in the morning! The time when most people should be awake anyway! He's a sadist!'" he says in a poor imitation of her voice. He manages to successfully replicate the voice of Professor Gordeep Patel.

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Date: 2nd September | Time: 8.00 am | Location: Great Hall




The first full day of school dawns bright and early, sunlight seeping in through stain glass windows and falling on students eager to start the day ahead – or go back to sleep. Many enjoy their final hours of freedom before class begins, knowing that as soon as they sit down to learn, assignments and homework will mar their free time. As eight a.m. rolls around, most students can be found pulling themselves from bed and making their way to breakfast. Some eager – or unlucky – few have been up since the crack of dawn, the Phoenicis Quidditch team under the direction of their captain having woken before the sun in order to get a jump start on the other houses’ teams. Now, however the delicious smells of pancakes, bacon and eggs, porridge, and every other breakfast treat one could imagine seems to permeate the air. Any first year who has already forgotten the path from dorm room to Great Hall need only follow their nose.

The heavy double doors stand at the rear of the hall, directly opposite the teachers’ podium and bracketed by two large carvings – one a likeness of the Taniwha Moe, the other a carved map of the night sky with the cluster of stars known as matariki (the Pleiades) centre stage. On the wall either side of the doors hang the house banners, indicating which long table belongs to which house. To the far right upon entering one finds Centaurus, with Draconis right and centre. Pegasi house stands left and centre, with Phoenicis against the left wall. While the house segregation is strictly maintained during dinners, and in particular feasts such as the welcome back feast of the night before, breakfast and lunch are another story. Students are free to sit at other houses’ tables. One will commonly find most students grouped at their own house table, merely because this is typically where their close friends sit, but for those who wish to diversify their friend group, Orion allows for movement between the benches. It’s not uncommon to see Draconis sitting with Centaurus, or Pegasi beside Phoenicis. Students may roam where they please, though for the first day back it also pays to mind the Head of Houses.

The first day’s breakfast is when timetables are handed out by each house’s head. Most of the heads are able to recognise their house members, and for those who don’t and for the first years, the difference in colouring of their uniform offers a key clue. Centaurus students wear their clothing embossed with the mossy green and warm gold of their house. Draconis have a clear blue and dark bronze as decoration, while Pegasi have a softer lilac and silver combination. Students in Phoenicis house can be found with scarlet and black edgings to their uniform. Professor Dew, Head of Pegasi, can be seen gliding between the tables, stopping to hand out timetables to her students with a smile. She knows all by name and will often pause on her way to enquire after a student’s family or break. Her first years are welcomed with a calm smile and a note that if they have any problems, her door is always open. Centaurus’ head, Professor Favreau, looks as if he’s still half asleep. A piece of toast hangs from his mouth and when he finds a Centaurus student he can often be seen scratching his head as he searches through his collection of timetables. He too knows them all by name – or most of them at least - though he has been known to make up fond nicknames for his favourites. Across the hall Professor Maddox grins as he shares a joke with a Phoenicis student. He seems to view the handing out of class schedules as a competition with victory going to whoever can see all their students sorted the fastest, though he keeps getting distracted as he shares sarcastic banter with the louder members of his house. His attitude is perhaps the complete opposite of Draconis’ dignified head. Professor Jones of Draconis does not hurry, yet she is possibly the most efficient, handing out schedules with a nod of approval or a simple ’See me after breakfast to sort out this issue.’.

For the older students, their schedules are designed around the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T examinations they will be sitting at the end of the year. Some sixth years, having done terribly in one subject or another, are unable to meet requirements for their preferred topic and must pick another, while others sit tall with pride at having received near perfect marks (the majority of these seem to be found in house Centaurus). Other students are eager to look over their timetables and compare classes and schedules with friends, while others lament over a packed day and not enough free periods. Whatever your mood and wherever you find yourself sitting, there is sure to be much to discuss. The first day back is always exciting, and even the stars reflected in the enchanted ceiling above seem to be brimming with energy.

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Eight am was only just bordering the acceptable time to wake in Adie’s opinion. By eight am the sun had already begun its daily climb of the sky, allowing its warmth to chase away the last vestiges of the dark night before. Birds could be heard chirping in the forest, and the growing hum of activity suggested that many found this an adequate time to pull themselves from blissful slumber. Unfortunately, for one Adeline Butler, her morning had begun some hours earlier. Pulled from sleep at some ungodly hour before six, she and the other members of the Pheonicis quidditch team had found themselves traipsing out to the dark quidditch pitch when anyone with half a brain would still be snuggled up in the warmth and safety of their blankets. While the other members of her team talked of this and that, she had remained tight-lipped, grunting out affirmation or shaking her head when questions were directed her way but saying no more. Having shared a dorm with two of the seven for her previous five years at Orion, and shared many early morning quidditch practices with the rest, the team knew by now that Adie was not a morning person. It took her some time to fully wake up, and until then her replies were restricted to cavewoman-like grunts and disgruntled shakes of her head. Still, the moment Adie had pushed herself into the crisp morning air, she had felt some of that clinging tiredness (and grouchiness) falling away. Zipping through the air on her broom with her teammates not far behind had brought a smile to the brunette’s face, and though the training had been as hard as Aidan had promised the night before, there were still remnants of that happy glow radiating from her as the practice had ended.

Now, two hours after the beginning of practice, having showered and dressed in her uniform with the tell-tale scarlet and black marks of a Phoenicis student, Adie makes her way back into the Great Hall, her stomach crying out for some delicious sustenance. She falls into a free seat at the Phoenicis table, her eyes already devouring the plates set before her while her hands make quick work of piling her plate high. Breakfast is open for an extended amount of time each morning, meaning that students are free to come in as early or as late as they please. For this reason it isn’t uncommon to have half the seats empty, which in turn means that Adie is able to stretch out along her bench without fear of elbowing the student beside her. As she pours syrup over her pile of pancakes, Adie lets her eyes flit across the large room, searching for familiar faces. She’s eager to be reunited with many of her friends that don’t belong to Phoenicis and would be all set to stand up and cruise through the tables in search of them had her plate of tempting food not been ready for devouring at that moment.

“Do you want some pancakes with that pool of syrup or are you planning on drowning them completely?” The cheerful voice of Phoenicis’ head of house draws Adie quickly from her search of the hall and she glances at her plate to see that ‘pool of syrup’ is not far from the truth. With a hasty jerk of her hand Adie pulls the jug of syrup back – it’s a bottomless jug which means had she not been reminded the syrup would have continued to fall over the jug’s lip indefinitely.

"Oops." Adie mutters, attempting to spoon some of the excess syrup off her pancakes. It's rather pointless at this stage and Adie merely ends up pulling a face and setting her spoon down in defeat. "I always like my pancakes extra soggy anyway." Adie adds with a laugh, clearly joking. Professor Maddox grins down at her, and seemingly takes pity on the girl for his wand is drawn out in a second and a quick flick of the magical instrument sees a large portion of the syrup siphoned off. Adie breathes an appreciative thanks, her grin all the brighter for the help.

"Early morning quidditch practice?" He asks, perhaps guessing as much by Adie's inattention. Adeline nods, hiding a yawn as she is reminded of just how early she was forced to rise.

"Aidan had us up at six." She replies, her words falling just short of a complaint. Adie knows how competitive Professor Maddox can be and she's sure that, rather than admonish Aidan for his ridiculously early practices, he'd praise him instead. Unsurprisingly, there's a look of satisfaction on Maddox's face at Adie's words and he nods happily.

" Excellent, I knew that Mr Zeller would make a superb captain and I haven't been wrong yet." Maddox exclaims, before leaning down to confide, "I told Professor Jones that we'd be taking home the title this year, if we win she has to wear Hawaiian print robes for a week." He glances across the hall to where the Draconis head can be seen giving out schedules with an efficient wave of her wand. Adie hides a giggle behind her hand, she can't for the life of her picture the dignified woman wearing anything other than the elegant robes she has on at the moment.

"And if we don't win, sir?" Adie enquires, curious to know what would entice the stern head of Draconis to enter into such a wager.

Maddox lowers his voice so that only Adie may hear as he answers her, "Then I have to wear her mother's robes for a month." He pulls a face as he straightens, waving his wand with a flourish so that Adie's timetable appears in his hand. "So, let's make sure that we win." He adds with a grin as he gives the girl her schedule. "I'll see you in Defence Against the Dark Arts, Miss Butler." Maddox says in farewell, before moving to the next student.

With a wave goodbye, Adie turns back to her food and her timetable. All the classes she wanted to take she is able to, though she's still cursing her decision to continue with History of Magic. The class is so boring and she's sure she'll fall asleep during it, but she also knows how important it is to learn about wizarding history, especially given that for most of her life she didn't know there was a wizarding history. Though, for now Adie can instead focus on the pile of pancakes awaiting her attention, and with a happy smile she finally digs in to a well deserved breakfast.

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**Monday Midnight: Astronomy

If Mac was limping a bit as she made her way toward the Great Hall, she did a good job of not showing it, determined to rob Aiden of any such satisfaction. Mac wasn’t out of shape per say, (though it was difficult to ever be prepared for the first practice back with their demented dictator of a captain) but she did have a habit of making more work for herself, which had taken its toll this morning. As a captain, Aiden liked to yell, and as a rule, Mac had never taken well to being bossed around. So she poked, and she prodded, and teased him relentlessly with back talk and sass, which in return tended to result in extra laps and some admittedly creative punishments. Too competitive to back down, Mac would take it with a smile, throwing more comments out along the way and starting the cycle over again. Some days, Mac had to wonder if she was a masochist, but introspection was something she’d never engaged in too deeply. Regardless, the feeling of being on a broom again outweighed everything else, and the thought that she’d never have to be parted from her broom again was one that had her grinning like a maniac all through practice.

Once at the table, Mac sat in her usual seat by Adie and Emma, indulging in a tired groan once assured Aiden wasn’t around yet. The spread looked delicious, and even aching muscles couldn’t keep her from indulging in blueberry pancakes, which she promptly smothered in cream cheese and honey before folding them taco style and digging in. If a few bewildered first years gave her odd looks for her unorthodox methods, Mac happily ignored them. The scrambled eggs were her next target as professor Maddox began coming around with their schedules, and Mac attempted to avoid eye contact while she finished her food, hoping to delay the inevitable. Their head of house was delayed slightly by Quidditch talk with Adie, and Mac’s ears couldn’t help but perk slightly at the news of a bet that involved Hawaiian print robes and the ever prim and proper Professor Jones. Now that, was definitely something Mac was dying to see.

When Professor Maddox finally approached Mac with her schedule, there was a look of undeniable mirth on his face that was a clear red flag. As she took the paper suspiciously and looked it over, Mac knew why. “Ahhhh screw me sideways…” Mac groaned in dismay. How had she managed to do this to herself, a fully packed schedule, no study periods, two advanced courses, AND astronomy?! “Stupid frickin’ O.W.Ls…”

No one had been more surprised than Mac over her O.W.L scores. A normally apathetic student, Mac had a pretty abysmal record when it came to homework assignments, but she was brilliant on tests. It came down mostly to her keen memory, Mac suspected, which was why Transfiguration and Potions had always been her best classes academically. Getting O’s in those subjects hadn’t surprised her necessarily for that reason, but the E’s in Charms, History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts had been a bit of a shock. She’s even managed to barely scrape by with passing marks to move on in Astronomy (Which was most likely thanks in large part to cramming with Adie who seemed to be a natural with the subject.) to go along with Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures. When Mac had selected classes to take for the next year, she’d been hedging her bets, assuming she’d fail out on the written portion of at least two of the subjects which would give her study periods. The electives had been a somewhat similar case, as some classes only admitted students based on their scores in core subjects and teacher recommendations. Mac had put Alchemy down only because some snotty 7th year had bragged about its exclusivity, hinting she wasn’t cut from the right cloth to make it in. The jerk wasn’t entirely wrong in that assumption, as it was a class often made up with students from the Fox club, and Mac was fairly certain she’d never even landed on the man’s radar. Regardless, she had never been the kind of person to let a challenge go unanswered, and signed up for it anyway, her moment of pride sucking up her two free periods.

As Emma asked to see her schedule, Mac held it out reluctantly as she peeked at her friend’s timetable as well, hoping to see some shared classes at the very least. “They’re gonna kill me with homework Emma, this is it for me!” Mac joked dramatically, reaching for another blueberry pancake.

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        XXX
        XXXSleep lifts from his body like the darkness shies from light. There is no alarm that wakes him, neither are there remnants of forgotten dreams to cloud his vision. Aidan is asleep one moment and awake the next. At precisely 5:05 a.m.
        XXXThe corridors are empty when he leaves his room, the stillness a paradox to the usual raucous energy prevalent in the male Phoenicis dormitory. Paintings shift and murmur when he walks past, some more aggravated than others.
        XXX"Awake at an ungodly hour again, boy?" grumbles a 1770 portrait of the first European to map the coast of Australia. Captain James Cook glares at Aidan with sleepy but nonetheless chastising eyes, mouth set in a frown Aidan has never seen so much as twitch upright. "Might I say you are disrupting the peace of the academy."
        XXX"Shh!" hisses a nearby portrait.
        XXX"Heaven knows why I needed soldiers to tame the Blacks, when I could have just as easily released you upon Terra Australis. They would have fled at the mere sound of your cacophonous stomping." Captain Cook shakes his head in stern disapproval, before returning to his pose and solidifying into examination.
        XXXStepping into the Quidditch Pitch is like returning home. The wood of his broomstick is smooth in his hand. There are perks, after all, of belonging to a wealthy household. He can afford the best brooms, as evidenced by the Sunslayer Supreme in his grip.
        XXXAidan grins as he sets up the Pitch and the nearby track for training, preparing for a morning of brutal, devastating pain. For them anyway. Aidan would enjoy himself a little too much.

        XXXHe reminisces about the events of early morning. Godric had helped him set up, as usual, being the only other person on their time who seemed to be awake at his hour. He'd flown during the holidays, blessed by the cloaking spells surrounding the Onyx manor and its isolation for normal civilisations. However, it was something else to race members on his team. He'd pushed them hard, "encouraging" them to be faster, stronger, smarter.
        XXXMac had been her usual self. Snarky and rebellious. It got on his nerves, but he'd missed their banter. Even arguments can be endearing if one has been apart long enough.
        XXXAdie had whined at the start but found her momentum by the end of their training session. During one of his many lectures, he'd reminded her, perhaps more than a few times, that it was often much harder to begin a task than to finish it. He wasn't sure if she'd heard him or if she ever paid enough attention to do so. Either way, he was happy to continue his torrent of "brotherly advice," if just to aggravate her. Something must get in.
        XXXOr perhaps not.
        XXXThe dining hall is full when Aidan arrives after his shower. Lucas is nowhere to seen - mostly likely in a practice room - but he catches Alec's eye. Aidan beams at him from across the tables. It's likely that he'll see Alec in herbology later today, although why Alec would need basic herbology, he can't quite fathom. He's well on his way to rivalling and likely one day surpassing Professor Li in his talents.
        XXXAidan walks through the maze of Pegasi who flit from place to place like sprites and wraiths in search of Devan. He didn't have the time to say hello yesterday - although he did see the apprentice wand maker briefly over the Summer break - but he doesn't see him now either. Instead he spots Mair, whom he nearly fails to recognise.
        XXX"You got a haircut," he states after clearing his throat to make his presence known. He didn't want to startle her. He smiles. "You look good."
        XXXAidan pats her on the shoulder before moving away, disappointed that Lucas isn't around for him to nudge towards Mair. He still thinks, despite his failure to bring them together time and again, that they would be adorable together. Albeit silent. He supposes the slight issue of neither being particularly good at starting conversations somewhat tricky, but there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome.
        XXXIt takes him quite some time to reach the spread of food on the Phoenicis table. People smile and wave, some stopping him to talk and ask about his holiday, seemingly every few metres. But finally, he stands just beyond Adie's shoulder. The nearest vacant space is three seats away from her. He frowns.
        XXX"Oh hey! Aidan. Man, it's so good to see you," the boy beside Adie exclaims. He stands to clasp Aidan's bicep.
        XXX"Rafael, it's been ages. How've you been? How's your dad coming along?" Aidan asks.
        XXX"Same old, same old," Rafael waves a hand. Pauses. "It's a long story. I'll tell you later." He moves away from his chair. "Sit down! You look famished."
        XXX"Isn't he always?" yells another Phoenicis boy further down the table. Aidan grins. Rafael shoos the people next to him, nudging them down the table so the chair beside Adie is free for Aidan to occupy.
        XXXAidan slides into the chair and bumps Adie's shoulder with his own, grinning all the while.
        XXX"How's the arm?" He might, or might not have made them perform an indecent number of one-handed push-ups. Hey, his arms were fine, but Adie seemed like she'd struggled a bit.
        XXX"Mr Zeller," comes a familiar voice. "Punctual as always," Professor Maddox says drily.
        XXX"Mad Dog!" Aidan turns to grip the Head of Phoenicis in a hug. Magnus is not so keen and holds up a hand to tame Aidan's excitement.
        XXX"Don't come near me unless it's to hand me the House Cup."
        XXX"That hurts, Prof. I thought we were mates," Aidan says with theatrical disappointment. Magnus merely presses his lips together - in an attempt to withhold a smile, Aidan tells himself - and hands Aidan his timetable for the semester.
        XXX"Defence Against the Dark Arts again, Mr Zeller? Would it not be more prudent to enrol in a subject that allows for greater improvement? Don't tell me you're involved just to show off. Or worse, for an easy mark."
        XXXAidan widens his eyes and places a hand on his chest in feigned mortification. "Me? Do a bludge subject? How could you even suggest such a thing after all the years we've spent together? I joined for you, Prof. For your irreplaceable company."
        XXX"Insanity does not become you, Mr Zeller," Magnus says drily.
        XXX"I'm only insane for your sweet, sweet love!"
        XXXA muscle twitches at Magnus' cheek. He shakes his head in a manner that is remarkably similar to Captain Cook and leaves to distribute the rest of the timetables.
        XXX"You think I'm his favourite student?" Aidan turns to Adie with a grin.

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There is nothing quite as delicious as that first bite of food after a hard work out. Pancake and syrup make a wonderful combination and Adie has to mentally stop herself from humming in happiness as the first forkful reaches her mouth. She's thankful for Professor Maddox's quick siphoning of the extra syrup that had fallen in Adie's distraction, for Adie had a particular distaste for soggy pancakes and she hated the idea of wasting all that food because of her silly mistake. She takes her time slicing through breakfast, indulging in the meal as the hall slowly fills with students. The witch nods her greetings to those that take seats around her, smiling over at a Centaurus girl who has just told a particularly witty joke about bubotubers and dragon pox.

Mac’s groan of dismay pulls Adie temporarily from her pancake induced bliss and she turns to find Mac holding her schedule for the year. Adie glances over the girl’s shoulder quickly, huffing a quiet laugh at Mac’s packed timetable. “Hard luck Mac." She offers with a sympathetic smile. Adie’s own list of classes is somewhat more relaxed, with several study periods, or ‘relaxation periods’ as Adie preferred to call them. Her first class Monday was one such period and Adie already knew that Monday mornings would find her in bed until she had to leave for her second period class. Provided that Aidan didn’t do the unthinkable and schedule quidditch practice for first thing Monday morning. Adie would definitely have some choice words to say about that. She can also already hear him encouraging her to use the study period to study, advice that she doesn’t always agree with.

As if summoned by her thoughts the loud greeting from the wizard beside her, a friendly Rafael, lets the girl know that Aidan has arrived for breakfast. With a mouthful of heavenly goodness in her mouth, Adie merely turns slightly in her seat without a word, watching as her friend greets Rafael before taking his seat beside her. The older wizard inquires about her arm, obviously referring to the ordeal he had put the Phoenicis quidditch team through during practice. Swallowing her mouthful of pancake Adie is about to reply when Professor Maddox reappears. Adie watches with growing amusement as Professor Maddox and Aidan trade words, holding back laughter as Magnus fights back a smile of his own at Aidan’s joking rebuttal.

“Oh, for sure. Nothing says ‘favourite student’ like calling you insane.” Adie replies with a grin, nudging Aidan back as she places her fork on her plate. “I think he’s just extra touchy at the moment though. He told me if we don’t win he has to wear Professor Jones’ mother’s robes for a month.” Adie lets out a quiet giggle at the thought. She had never met nor seen Jones’ mother, but if Maddox’s expression had been enough to go on Adie could assume that the older witch did not have a good fashion sense. “I’d almost be tempted to lose just to see him swishing around Orion in old lady robes.” Adie jokes, before adding quickly, “Though there’s no way we’re going to lose. Ever.”

“As for my arm…” Adie starts, putting on a falsely mournful tone and shifting slightly so that she can rest her head on Aidan’s shoulder. “You’re probably going to have to carry my books around all day and write my notes too, I can barely lift it.” The girl slowly rises the arm in question, before letting it flop back onto the table in an overly dramatic fashion. Whether or not this is the arm used for the one-handed push ups is beyond Adie, she’s already pushed that part of the practice to the back of her mind where she stores all the dark things she’d rather forget. Push-ups, as she’d attempted to argue that morning, were unnecessary for a seeker. Seekers were better suited to being small, lithe, and fast. They didn’t need the extra muscles, only the ability to manoeuvre at high speeds. Of course, her protests had once again fallen on deaf ears and she’d gotten into position with a grumble. Her push ups had been slow and painful to watch, and the girl had taken every opportunity to take a rest, often lying down when Aidan’s back was turned only to have to force herself up again when he turned around. Afterwards her arms had felt like jelly, though the effect had thankfully worn off before she’d sat down for breakfast. Which was very handy seeing as eating was not as effective when one’s arms refused to move.

Of course, she didn’t have to let Aidan know that her arm had already shaken off the worst effects of the push ups. She doubted that her deception would hold up to close scrutiny though, and even as she's speaking there's a tell-tale gleam of amusement in her eyes. "Maybe what I need is a really nice, long bubble bath." Adie mutters, as if thinking aloud, before her gaze shifts up to meet Aidan's eyes, “Fancy letting me use the prefects' bathroom?" As a prefect and quidditch captain, Aidan has access to the illustrious prefects' baths, which Adeline has been trying to gain access to since his appointment to prefect. So far she's been out of luck, but she's nothing if not persistent.

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A frustrated sigh escaped his dry throat. A dinner of cream puffs was a bad idea, and his upset stomach agreed with another disruptive turn and a low, foreboding grumble. Definitely the bad—no, the worse idea he ever had. Ahead of the binge eating of Dunlop cheese the previous summer. Why does he make poor food choices anyway? He must appease the starving beast inside before he develops that friendly ulcer again. “Wake up, Zai! Or else I’m leavin’ you for cereal,” he said, his tone uncertain as to whether Isaiah could hear him, or even comprehend what he just said. “Maybe steal your pie, who knows.” He shrugged, with a small smile tracing his thin lips. His buddy seemed like the kind who would not stir from the sound of an alarm, but only when the fire discovers its disaster in the room. The idea worried him, despite the trust he had on the other boy.

He pondered on a ridiculous notion about the people who refused to give an early parting from sleep. A notion that involved the elusive Sandman, and his influence over, perhaps, every creature in the universe, except the occasional insomniacs and daytime leprechauns. The golden sands he sprinkles over the sleeping guises of both men and beasts are difficult to brush away in the bellicose darkness. Not even the advent of sunlight could dispel the allure upon touch, leaving the victims forsaken in dreams and nightmares—if they should remain trapped in his seduction by choice. The whims of the unseen personification of dreams did not exist in Devan’s active bones. The morning hours were important for ambitions! For his ambitions, at least.

According to the olden memoirs, the wand makers of yore, or Old Boys as he would prefer to call them, revered the blue skies with their minds and hands. They forged wands whilst silence commanded during the forgotten hours when people would dare ignore the rising sun. They endured alone, vestal and pristine. The sweat on their brows slighted by timeworn fingertips. Destinies of marriage abandoned, and not a seed spent to expand their household. All in the good fortune of wands. Was the sacrifice worth their lives and humanity? Is that even a question, he would often resist a laugh. Yes, it was definitely worth his near decline into obsession, and everything else.

Maybe not everything. He reconsidered the thought in some instances. Dear friends, family, broomsticks, and ravens—they were wondrous and everlasting in their own little ways. He was not similar to the Old Boys, his sacrifice dreary in comparison, much to his chagrin. Early mornings and rough hands were all he can offer at this point in time. Come to think of it, why were all the known wand makers of yore mostly men? No wonder Ava became sensitive every time he attempted to remind her of what was written in the tomes. She must have felt misplaced, or he might just be assuming too much. The young apprentice would rather bend rules to her logic than to be enslaved by old, erudite men and their prolix poetries.

“Okay, okay. I’m up.” Isaiah said, shifting the sheets of lilac and silver away from his form. He was finally free from the clutches of that perverted Sandman, thank goodness.

“Cool! The hallway then,” Devan said, excited.

The usual routine between them never changed. He took his distressed satchel, replacing the inner emptiness with textbooks, a pheasant quill, a leather-bound notebook with his wand blueprints, and—he paused. On his bed, he saw Fides, his nineteenth wand of pine wood with a core of little fallen threads from a black cat. A Celtic knot pattern coiled around the generous handle of the wand, which he carved in thin lines and painted in the palette of rose gold. Unlike the other unsuccessful ones, her core was unnatural to the literature. Black cats were infamous in superstitions as omens, bad luck, or another form of a sinister creature or person. The idea was stereotypical of him, but he wanted to believe in the dark magic of such elegant things. Fides appeared lifeless, perhaps not too lifeless. Something radiated from the deep green surface. He did not want to abandon her just yet. He took Fides, and left for the hallway to wait for his friend.

A brief time passed. Isaiah came to his side, and said: “See, I’m up.” Devan nodded, and smiled the rest of the way to the Great Hall.

At the Pegasi table, he attended to a bowl of cereal and milk, consuming a spoon at a time so as to not aggravate the beast inside. A long day loomed, and he would not want to find his way to the infirmary on the first hour of class. His eyes searched for the people he knew, whilst he chewed and swallowed. He saw Aidan at the Phoenicis table, beside Adeline, and he grinned at the sight of his hero sharing moments with the damsel of eternal smiles and laughter. They must meet later to catch up after that short, pitiful reunion over the summer. He looked over at Isaiah, on the verge of saying something, but seeing his friend conquer the breakfast table made him hesitate. His words could wait.

Something familiar moved in his periphery. He shifted his gaze toward Mair, confused at first as to whether she was his senior or somebody else. Her shorter hair blessed her with a newfound glow, and he thought the style captured her fresh persona. If only people noticed. Wow. Fancy. A thought almost alleged above a whisper. He lifted his arm to give a wave, but he failed to acquire the attention of his senior. She was busy with the waffles. The bench creaked, and an open book with familiar writing found its way before him. Will! His genius friend has finally made an appearance!

“A unicorn hair in a yew wand needs to be positioned differently to a dragon heartstring in an ebony wand. I did some sketches and here,” Will began, their customary greeting was an immediate indulgence in theories and discussions. Devan studied the diagrams and the writing that came with them. The positioning of the core was something he heard of, but never truly considered. Most cores are distributed in a diffused approach. The density accumulated on the segments of the wand was especially important, and it took a number of computations and measurements to derive the exact amount in a particular segment of space. If he could apply what Will has just told him, perhaps he could discover the locations for each core that had the greatest potential for magic. A denser core would accumulate magic faster and stronger, right?

“Huh. I never thought of it that way.” Pushing the empty bowl aside, he took out his leather-bound notebook and quill, and wrote Will’s idea on a new page. “It’ll take a while for me to figure out where to place the cores on a particular wood. I wonder if the thickness of the wood has some importance as well. Thinner wand woods, like fir and chestnut, conduct spells a bit better than others.” Tapping his right cheek, he thought for a moment before he wrote down more ideas. Isaiah sounded satisfied, perhaps from the breakfast, or something else. Either way, Devan placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder in approval. For the both of them.

A slip of paper appeared beside his notebook. Class schedules. Professor Dew patted his shoulder, and he glanced to witness her smile before she moved on to the next student. Passing her Charms subject was a miracle, to be honest. He must thank his brilliant tutors, Leo and Rue, when he sees them later. Without them, he might have been whisked away to Scotland by the will of his father—to wear red tartan kilts as punishment for the rest of his life. He bit his lower lip, more worried about a possible torture session with Rue than traditional skirts.

He returned his attention to Will. “I finally made Fides—I mean, the nineteenth. She doesn’t seem to respond to spell words, but there’s something in there. In her. Can’t really explain.” He laughed awkwardly. “I’ll show you later, buddy.”

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It’s at times like this that one can admire his preparedness. Unlike most foreign students who’d undoubtedly have a hard time adjusting to the different time zone, the young Englishman had adjusted to the eleven-hour difference about a month prior setting foot again in the institute. Adjusting to the time zone wasn’t the only thing the young wizard had done in order to prepare himself for his last year at Orion. Aside from changing his sleeping schedule, Godric had spent most of his summer reading and studying for his favorite classes; ancient studies and ancient runes to be more specific.

So it is that Godric starts his first day of school. He opens his eyes without a glimpse of heaviness and rises punctual as ever. There is not even a hint of hesitation when he gets out of the warm bed and begins getting ready to start the day. Much like every other morning, he starts his day out by helping Aidan set up everything for their first quidditch practice of the year. Looking back on it, if someone would have told him during his first year he’d be joining the Quidditch team he would have thought them mad and would have surely had a good laugh. However, in the present time, Quidditch was one of those things that gave him a sense of accomplishment. Even if it was superficial at times, even if he wasn’t particularly ambitious nor was he one to indulge his ego as the crowd cheered the team on. There was always just a sense of accomplishment whenever he stepped out into the Quidditch field.

As soon as they had finished their early practice, Godric was covered in a thin layer of sweat and a sense of extreme hunger. Indeed, there was something about working out that always left the young man famished. As his stomach begins making loud noises in reproach, he makes sure to rush back at the dorms to take a shower before heading into the dinning hall. It appeared as if he had once again arrived somewhat late in comparison as the dining hall was almost completely full.

The closer Godric gets to the dinning hall and the delicious smells emanating from it, the louder the roars in his stomach get. He is almost certain students walking a few meter from him can hear the inhumanly noises coming from his stomach. His first thought are that of sitting at the nearest table if only to grab something to eat. However, he opts against it and instead begins looking for two particular faces he had missed a chance to see the night before. His first instinct is to glance towards the far right where the Centaurus banner is hanging high on the wall, all in hopes to see Kirsten among the crowded tables. He hadn’t gotten the chance to see her during the summer, unlike every other year, and other than writing her multiple letters they hadn’t seen each other as much as they usually did. With the girl nowhere to be seen, Godric’s eyes land upon Alec instead whom Godric nods to when he takes notice of him.

Once again, Godric finds himself searching through the crowds to find someone in specific. He shifts his eyes, only this time he moves his gaze towards the Draconis table. Godric has already made plans to join Bodhi and expects to find him sitting quietly while eating some breakfast. However, he is once again met with disappointment after he is unable to find him among the crowd.

As hunger gets the best of him, Godric finally gives up, his stomach once again roaring loudly demanding to be fed. Just as he is about to eagerly take a seat on the Phoenicis table to eat whatever may be on his path, Professor Maddox addresses the starving wizard.

“Mr. Vitrano, don’t look at me with those ravenous eyes. There’s plenty to eat around here.”

“Professor Maddox.” Godric addresses him with a nod and a half smile. Professor Maddox had been the one to convince him to join the Quidditch team after an incident during his second year.

“I trust you’ll guard those posts with your life, Vitrano.” Professor Maddox says with a grin before turning rather serious.

“Aye. This year the House Cup is ours.” Godric says almost in a matter-of-fact tone and with a smile.

“I’m stoked. That’s exactly what I like to hear!” Professor Maddox says with a smile curving up his lip before he hands Godric his timetable. “I see your fascination for ancient studies and ancient runes never quite died out.” The Head of Phoenicis says to which Godric nods in response.

Shortly after, Godric manages to join the Phoenicis table where he doesn’t spare as much as another minute in niceties, formalities or even greetings. He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t lose his cool he was to allow himself to get any hungrier than what he was. Finally he grabs a plate and begins stuffing himself grabbing anything and everything, an impressive pile of pancakes already piled and waiting for him to devour.

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Emma took Mac's schedule, her eyebrows arching. "Jesus, Mac, did you switch to Centaurus over the summer? Between all of this and Quidditch practice, you'll be lucky if you get to sleep this year!" She exclaimed, looking over her friend's timetable. Mac had no free classes at all. "Somebody clearly didn't expect the grades they got," she said, laughing a little. Emma had averaged E's in just about everything, scraping a pass in History of Magic. She'd fully expected to fail it and hadn't expected to be accepted into the class for sixth year, but to her surprise, there it was on her timetable. She hadn't failed anything, which had been somewhat of a shock.

She slid the timetable back to Mac, shaking her head. "Seriously, I don't know how you're going to manage with all of those classes. You might have to bribe some Centauruses to do your homework for you." She moved a little away from her friend before taking her hair down, turning away from the table to shake it out. It wasn't as bad as she was expecting, but was still a little bushy. She was pretty sure she had some hair products in the dorm that could tame it- she'd have to attempt to get up there before class.

She turned back to the table, seeing that Aidan had appeared and was once again engulfing everything in sight. A first year was looking at him somewhat timidly, evidently remembering the comments from the night before. The fact that he was prefect, Quidditch captain, a seventh year, and somewhat intimidating made it worse for the new first years. When Emma had been a first year, he'd been a second year and therefore less scary. It had been more "WOW LOOK HOW MUCH HE CAN EAT" instead of "oh my god is he going to eat me too?"

She laughed at Adeline, covering her mouth to prevent bits of pancake from flying everywhere. "What you need to do, Adie, is to become a Beater. You get nice big muscles that way!" She said, flexing her arm as if to prove her point. In reality, Emma was lean as opposed to bulky. Sure, when her arms and/or legs were on show, you could see where her strength came from. But wearing tights, a skirt and a cardigan, it was less obvious. She'd stayed fit over the summer, going to the gym rather than following Aidan's usual drills and exercises, but it had payed off. The push-ups had been easier than she'd been expecting.


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Will grinned as Devan gave some feedback, nodding. "It's all a matter of combining the cores and wood. Two cores that work perfectly together can make a thinner wand, while two that may conflict need a thicker, sturdier wand. Prevents backfiring." He pulled a pen out of one of his pockets and made that note beside one of the diagrams.

He nodded as Devan mentioned his newest wand. The nineteenth. That dedication was impressive, really- Will severely doubted that he'd be able to stay that dedicated and that focused after eighteen failures. But Devan always found something to find hope in.

Will finally glanced up at his surroundings. He caught a glimpse of of Mair and raised his eyebrows. "You cut your hair," he said, then proceeded to realise he was stating the obvious. "It suits you," he said, grinning a little. It was a little curlier now, no longer having the weight to keep it perfectly straight. Had her hair been like that last night at the feast? He couldn't honestly remember. He'd either been asleep or had zoned out for most of it and hadn't been paying attention to anyone. The usual glance at Alec, before forcing himself to look away before he started staring or before anyone noticed. And, of course, seeing how Aidan had changed over the summer. Not much- apparently, he had the same appetite and enthusiasm as ever. The Phoenicis Quidditch team had apparently been out since six AM that morning, and judging by the way they were digging into the food and the rather large amount of noise coming from the table, they had been and were now wide awake as a result. And man, they were being loud.

He started examining the writing on his arms. It was faint in some places where the pen hadn't written on his skin that well, but he could still make it out. He would have to write it all out and store it somewhere before something happened and he lost all of his notes. He might miss everything in his next class, but this would be of more use to him. It might even be relevant to some of his classes, although he doubted that. His midnight discoveries seldom had anything to do with class.

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        XXXAidan rolls his eyes at Adie's dramatic display of weakness but cannot help the slight smile that teases the corners of his lips. Her arm thumps loudly against the table when she lets it flop. Aidan winces, a part of him feeling guilty, but that part is small in comparison to his desire to win at whatever cost.
        XXXMany of the members of the Phoenicis Quidditch team had let themselves go over the holidays, which only made him push them harder than usual. It's as if they'd failed to comply to the schedule he'd set them prior to the start of the holidays. All he'd asked for was, at the very least, a daily 10km run accompanied by an hour of strength work. From the looks on their faces this morning when he'd asked if they'd adhered to their fitness regimen, you'd think he'd asked them to skin a cat.
        XXXAidan gives Adie a stern look at her request to use the special bathrooms. She'd tried to weasel the password out of him since he first received his Prefect's badge in his 4th year. His answer has always remained the same.
        XXX"That would be against the rules, Adeline," he says, calling her by the entirety of her first name as he does when descending a lecture upon her. "The law is there for our safety. Where would we be without it? Good question, Adeline. We would be in a state of anarchy," he continues solemnly. His expression is devoid of humour or any sign that he might be anything less than serious. "You could slip. You could burn yourself with the hot water. You could die."
        XXXGodric emerges in the corner of Aidan's vision. He was the only one who seemed glad to return to old routines on the first day back. Aidan think it's because he's the only one who watched his fitness levels over the holidays. Watching Godric load his plate with food reminds Aidan of the incessant hunger he has the misfortune of living with. People lean back, palms up in a placating gesture as Aidan attacks the food in front of him. He builds a modest island of food on his plate and begins to devour the small country like a vengeful God.
        XXX"Alright, who took it?" Jacobi barks. Some of the younger Phoenicis scoot back, until one tentative finger veers towards Aidan, who pauses long enough to look up. He takes one look at Jacobi and gives a sheepish smile.
        XXX"Sorry, didn't know it was yours. Want the rest?" he asks, handing Jacobi a plate of... One half of a mango coconut tart. "Becoming hugely overweight is actually my goal in life. Did I forget to mention?" Aidan takes a swig of orange juice, biceps flexing against his collared shirt. He has the sleeves rolled to his elbows and his robe thrown over the back of his chair.

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Adeline's attention is drawn down the table towards Emma, who holds her arm up to display her toned, lean muscles. Adie laughs at the advice, shaking her head as she gives her own arms consolatory pats. "I don't think you would want me as a beater." Adie replies to her friend, "I think I'd be lost if I had to hit and aim a bludger at anyone. Just leave me to catch the snitch." Of course, Adie had seen Emma's apparent effortless push ups at practice, so perhaps there was more than a little truth to Emma's advice. Though for now, Adie much preferred her position as seeker, she just had to convince Aidan that a seeker did not need to partake in push ups, or early morning practices for that matter.

Though, judging by the stern expression on his face she wasn't likely to convince him of anything any time soon. As soon as she hears her full name, 'Adeline' , leave Aidan's lips, she knows she's about to receive one of his many lectures. The girl can't help but snort in amused derision as Aidan asks himself a question and answers it, all so that he may drive in the point that she will never likely see inside that mysterious, beautiful prefects' bathroom. His points of Adie slipping, scalding herself on hot water and potentially dying, are rather extreme, but she has to appreciate his concern all the same. Fun police or no, she knows he doesn't deny her the password out of spite, and it is probably his honesty and diligence to the school's rules that earned him the title of prefect in the first place.

"I could die, but I would die happy." Adie replies softly, her voice distant as her mind dreams up being consumed by a giant wave of cinnamon flavoured bubbles, colour changing froth, or whatever other wonders the prefects' bathroom holds. The only way she is likely to see inside, since she is sure that Aidan will not give her access, is if she were to become the Phoenicis quidditch captain next year. Though, with a glance at Mac and Emma, Adie doubts the chances of that happening. Both of her fellow sixth year team mates would make excellent captains. Though perhaps the promise of the prefects' baths would be enough to entice Adie to up her game. Not to mention - and here Adie almost gasps in excitement - she would have power over setting the practice times. Already dreams of afternoon practices, and therefore morning sleep-ins are floating in her mind, and it's these fantasies that see her missing most of the conversations that continue around her.

In fact, it is only when Jacobi arrives back and asks who took his food, that Adie blinks herself out of her day-dreaming. Glancing around she grins as Aidan offers Jacobi his remaining meal. Although his breakfast is all but gone into Aidan's ever hungry stomach, there's still plenty on the table and Adie quickly points down towards a plate of fresh pancakes, "If you're fast Cobi you might get some of those pancakes." the 'before Aidan' goes unsaid, but it's heavily implied as Adie glances back at the quidditch captain beside her.

Aidan's declaration of wanting to become overweight has Adie scoffing as she straightens her knife and fork on her plate. "I'm sorry to tell you, but you're failing miserably at that goal of yours." Adie mentions as she glances at the biceps on display. Most people - at least those who saw Aidan during one of the Phoenicis quidditch team's practices - would happily agree with her too.

"Anyway, I'm off. I've got to grab my books before transfiguration." Adie explains a moment later as she pushes herself to her feet, taking care not to bump Aidan or the student on her other side as she leaves her seat. "I'll see you two in class," Adie says to Mac and Emma, then to the seventh years, "and I'll catch you guys later." With a wave Adie leaves the table, heading back towards the Phoenicis tower so that she might quickly grab her books before classes begin.

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Emma laughed at Adeline's comment. Certainly, she didn't exactly seem like the type for a Beater. You had to have no problems with aiming a Bludger at somebody with the intention of knocking them off of their broom, and also had to be completely unafraid of the same happening to you. Emma perhaps had a slight advantage in that she'd played softball and rounders back before she came to Orion. Now, when she visited her Muggle cousins, she was always the person they wanted on their team for playing those games. She told them that she played on one of her school's teams, which is why she was so good. And that her school never competed in national championships, which was why they'd never heard of her winning anything big.

Even though Aidan's lecture wasn't directed at her, she still rolled her eyes. There was definitely a reason why he'd gotten prefect and she hadn't. She was a little too willing to bend the rules about these kinds of things. Had it been her with the prefect's privilege, Adeline wouldn't have had any problem getting in. Still, if Emma got Quidditch captain next year, she'd be able to use it... She knew that she was far from the only candidate. Mac and Adeline had to be in the running too. But if anything, that was just going to encourage her to push herself even further. The opening of the captain's spot would always be at the back of her mind now every time she was at training and playing a match. Did Aidan have a say in picking the next captain? Maybe she should stop winding him up so much, just in case. Then again, if she started flattering him constantly, he'd definitely notice that something was up.

The first years didn't waste much time in pointing out Aidan as the culprit of the theft of Jacobi's breakfast. Emma rolled her eyes at Aidan's comment about becoming grossly overweight. "Aidan, you'd actually have to eat the entire table's worth of food, and the table, and then have snacks, before you'd even stand a chance of becoming even a little overweight," she remarked. As Adeline left to get her books for Transfiguration, Emma licked the last of the syrup off of her fingers, trying to decide if she was going to stay and have a chat with Jacobi, which would end up in her probably being late for Transfiguration, or be a good student and go get her stuff and go to class. When she was hoping for Quidditch captain the following year, she should probably go as well. She sighed heavily, pushing her plate in.

"I'm going to have to love you and leave you. Jones won't be happy if I'm late on my first day back, regardless of what I got in my OWLs," she said, standing up. "Mac, I'll see you in class. Everyone else, I'll see you at lunch," she said, before heading up towards the Phoenicis dormitories.

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“Got any suggestions?” Mac groaned as Emma suggested bribing a Centaurus to do her homework. She had nothing against the perpetually brainy house or most of its members, but she’d never really run around in those circles. She’d hardly know where to begin with that lot, much less divine a way to elicit their help. “You think they’ll just let me flunk out of a couple of these if I just don’t do the homework?” It was always worth a shot, though knowing Maddox and Jones, they’d just give her the most irritating detentions they could come up with, not to mention Aiden would ride her ass if that cut into Quidditch time. Maybe if she just barely did the homework…

Mac’s spiraling thoughts were thankfully interrupted as Adie attempted to charm the password to the prefect bathroom out of Aiden, who not only refused, but began one of his typical lectures about the sacredness of rules and the inevitable dangers lurking into the luxurious bathroom. Aiden was never going to willingly give any of them that password, meaning the best shot Adie, Emma, or Mac had to getting in there legitimately was by being promoted next year to Quidditch Captain. Mac would be lieing if she said she didn’t want to be Captain. Quidditch was one of the few things Mac was deadly serious about, and being a chaser had been such an integral part of her identity since second year that the idea had always been in the back of her mind. It was also an ambition that Mac didn’t hold out much hope for, as she couldn’t really see Maddox picking her over Adie, or even Emma, whom Mac was sure would also want the position. Mac had been on the team through three different captains counting Aiden, and there was always a certain quality of brightness and vigor to the people Maddox chose that inspired and attracted the people around them. It was a quality that both Adie and Emma had in spades, and Mac was honest enough with herself to admit that she did not. She had always been a bit more chaotic and unpredictable, a fact Mac knew would likely be a turn off for Maddox, not to mention her track record spoke volumes about being able to keep people around. So maybe the only way Mac would ever see the inside of that bathroom was through illicit means, a proposition the young Phoenicis didn't shy away from.

“Someone’s being dramatic this morning.” Mac drawled evenly as she pinned Aiden with a sly look. Perhaps this was the year she finally figured out a way to break into that bathroom, and the more she thought about it, the more she was determined to make it happen. “I think that sounds like a challenge.” Mac replied, her smile full of promise as already she began plotting.

“Merlin’s beard Rory, look at your hair! Did you mean to do that?!” Exclaimed one of the first year Phoenicis after what sounded like a glitter infested cherry bomb going off at the other end of the table.

“No I didn’t bloody well mean to!” The Pegasi first year cried in dismay at her green hair that appeared to be a quite captivating consistency of seaweed and glitter. “Alice, what happened? It was just supposed to curl the edges!”

“Well…It does say for a damp curled look…” The centaurs first year replied almost sheepishly as she read the details on the potion bottle. “Perhaps the description was a bit vague on the finer aesthetic details…”

Mac watched the exchange continue on for a moment in amusement as it because apparent that someone had slipped the first years some gag potions as a prank, which in and of itself was not all that uncommon. If it was one of the Weasley’s fare, the effect would likely ware off soon anyhow. She continued to watch on as Emma and Adie prepared to head off to class, and Mac promised to catch up with them soon in Transfiguration.

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Date: 26th September | Time: 10.00 am | Location: Mākutu Village




The first class of the year had been slow for most of Orion’s students, with everyone trying to ease their way back into the beat of school. The teachers, of course, had other ideas than to take it slow, and while some students moaned about the homework that was already being set, others looked forward to expanding their mind. Those who were still in holiday mode quickly settled in to the rhythm of class. That first class flowed into the second class, which then became the third, until a whole week had passed and to most students it felt like they had never left. That first week became two, and before anyone knew it almost a month had gone by since school started.

It’s now been three and a half weeks since the ships docked in the bay, and while many people in the northern hemisphere are pulling out the extra blankets, the southern half of the globe is happily in the midst of spring. Orion looks magnificent in any weather, but it practically glows in spring. Wild flowers sprout up around the edges of the forest, and more often than not bright coloured petals can be found decorating the waters of the magical waterfalls that send down buckets of liquid on unsuspecting students. The baby unicorns have been seen wobbling about the school lawn from the windows, while a pod of bottle-nose dolphins spent the last week playing with the taniwha, Moe, in the harbour.

Of course, none of that is quite as exciting as the prospect of the first trip to Mākutu, the magical village which shares the island with Orion. For those old enough to attend this trip was long awaited. Mākutu is always a treat, no matter how many times one has visited. Nestled on the other side of the island and only a short walk through the forest, it consists of a small collection of stores that sell everything from magical and muggle treats to spell books and novels. Most, if not all, of the stores can be found along the main thoroughfare, with the houses of the residents either occupying the upper storeys of the buildings or snuggled behind. In the centre of the town is a quaint square or cobblestones. A statue in the middle of the square depicts a tall, broad shoulder man of Polynesian descent with a wand in one hand and a magical compass in the other. As the plaque beneath his effigy read, the figure is the Mākutu, the wizard who found and settled the island centuries ago. His gaze fixes on some spot in the distance, as if seeking out his next adventure.

For many, their sights are usually fixed on the Honey Pot, an adorable café by day, and quaint bar by night. It’s here you’ll usually find students and islanders alike taking shelter from the rain, or merely stopping by to try their island-famous honey mead. Praised as the nectar of the gods, or the lovers’ drink (usually only by those who have had several more than they should), it will warm your belly and soothe your worries. It should be noted that students are forbidden from consuming alcohol in the village, though light beverages like butterbeer are allowed to the older students. Thankfully, the Honey Pot offers delicious non-alcoholic alternatives for the younger students, and their hot chocolates are divine. Though, if you’re an inquisitive student or know the right people to ask, you might find your way to the outskirts of the village where the Rusty Ship Wreck stands. While it isn’t a ship, the dingy pub is rather rusty, and locals have taken to calling it ‘the Wreck’ for short. Here, if you’re discrete and don’t irk the owner, a student can purchase and enjoy almost any beverage he or she desires.

It is places like these that have the third years buzzing with excitement as they wait by the school’s main doors to be officially allowed out. It’s their first year being able to explore the town, and most have made sure that they’ll have the whole Saturday to do so, their eagerness seeing them rise early for breakfast when for most a Saturday normally calls for a lazy morning. The older students, most of whom find the pull of the town less consuming, are still all likely to indulge in a trip through the woods. Why not? It’s a chance to stretch your legs, stock up on unhealthy, sugared goods, and possibly share a virgin honey mead with your crush (legend has it sharing the drink brings a couple closer). So, though the third years jump in excitement, they aren’t the only ones waiting for Professor Li and Professor Patel to start ticking off names and allowing students to leave.

Permissions have to be checked, particularly for the third years, but eventually the students are allowed out, and in no time Orion’s pupils are streaming into the village. There is no uniform needed to be worn today, so many of the students wear their own clothes, of which vary between the mundane and decidedly muggle, to the odd and hilarious. No ignorant muggle would be able to walk through the village without stopping in their tracks to gawp at one student, at least. Thankfully, no muggle has ever stepped into the village in living record, which is reassuring for the islanders. Of course, had our protagonists known about the series of events that begin to unfold on this inauspicious day, perhaps they too would have wished never to step foot in Mākutu.

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Adeline Butler liked to sleep in. That was a well known fact among her friends and peers by now. She'll loudly moan about waking before dawn for quidditch practice and point blank refuse a friendly offer of a morning run if the sun hasn't shown it's face yet. Therefore, it should come as some shock to know that Adie was one of the first of her dormitory mates to wake and get out of bed that morning. When you add in the fact that it's a weekend, where no classes are calling the young witch, then you really have to start asking yourself where the real Adie went and who has replaced her with an early rising imposter.

For Adie, waking early is worth it on the first weekend they're allowed into the magical village of Mākutu. Coming from a completely muggle family, she's always loved the idea of actual magical communities where magic is the norm rather than electricity powering things. For that reason she never tires of visiting Mākutu and exploring the exciting shops that litter its main street. Her purse always comes back decidedly lighter than when she'd walked over that morning, though a bag of wizard candy and other magical knick-knacks more than make up for that.

This morning was no different to the other mornings which had fallen on a Mākutu visiting day. Adie was up early, had a large breakfast of pancakes and toast - fuel for the day of exploring Mākutu - and was then off.

Usually the girl would have waited for a friend to make the short trip with, but Adie couldn't see Leo around and rather than wait for McKenna, Emma, or even Aidan to pop out of the crowd, Adie had decided to head out on her own. She was more than certain that she'd see some - if not all - of her friends once at Mākutu, for she doubted that any would miss the chance for a trip out of school. Though perhaps Aidan would rather be studying or dreaming up quidditch strategies, Adie certainly wouldn't put it past the wizard.

All this meant that by the time most of the older students were just arriving at Mākutu's open gates, Adie had already walked her way around several of the shops and was now to be found sitting in Honey Pot cafe. A mug of warm, sweet hot chocolate sat in front of her, steam rising in tempting waves while chocolate flakes were sprinkled across the cream covering the delicious liquid. Adie had asked for ever-changing sprinkles too, magical sprinkles that changed flavours every few seconds. Unlike Bertie Bott's jelly beans, the sprinkles only ever changed into yummy flavours. One moment Adie would be tasting cinnamon on her tongue and the next what tasted like candy-floss. She had discovered the amazing treats her first visit to the village and was still enthralled by them.

Beside her, leaning against the legs of her chair, was a bag of goodies that Adie had bought from the sweets store. After her hot chocolate Adie would take a trip to the postal shop at the end of the lane where she would send a collection of the wizarding candy to her mother and father. Her dad in particular had a sweet tooth and she knew he always loved the exciting magical candy she sent back. Of course, a larger portion of the candy would remain with her. Adie was a good daughter, but she wasn't about to sacrifice her own sweets to please her parents.

Of course, the other thing Adie loved about Mākutu visits was being able to wear her normal muggle clothing for the whole day. Not that that was anything different to the usual weekends when the students were allowed to remove their uniforms and robes. Though it wasn't summer yet Adie had optimistically chosen a light summer dress for the day, paired with an oversized cardigan should a cool breeze threaten her with chills. She wouldn't have looked out of place sitting in a quiet cafe in her native Australia. The same couldn't be said for the elderly wizard seated at the next table, who was not only wearing a set of flowing, majestic robes, but had decorated his hair with what appeared to be living, growing flowers with smiling faces in their centres. Whenever someone walked by the flowers would turn and wave a leafy hand, the dopey grins on their petals making Adie giggle into her hot chocolate.

Adie really wished that at least one of her friends was here with her now, because she'd love to point out the man's hair accessories to them. If cellphones worked on the island than Adie would have had hers out in a snap, sending her friends a text to tell them where to meet her. Though the thought of her pureblood friends handling a cellphone brings another laugh to her lips. The Phoenicis witch supposes that she'll merely have to watch out the window beside her and wave madly at anyone who passes by.

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If Emma had had her phone at that point, she for sure would have been excitedly texting and calling all of her friends. While collecting the issues of Transfiguration Monthly that had built up over the break, she'd met a rather attractive native boy, who had asked for her name so he could write to her at the castle. It wasn't that this was the first time it had happened- it was rather, it was the first time it had happened during school term so she could actually stay in contact instead of having to explain why her letters either came by owl.

But, due to the magical nature of the island and the fact that some of her friends were completely unaware of what a mobile was, she was instead wandering around the village. She'd lost Mac before she'd even left the castle, and Adie probably wasn't even awake yet. Sure, Aidan would be easy enough to find, but this was more of a topic for girl chat. She couldn't imagine having a discussion about boys with Aidan- it was almost easier to imagine him in pigtails and lipstick. Come to think of it, some of them had probably threatened him with it after a particularly harsh training session. It might have been her who issued that threat, actually. She'd practiced some human transfiguration on herself over the summer, and there had only been one near disaster where her hair had refused to turn back to blonde- the evening before a family event where it would most definitely be wrong to turn up with bright green hair. That had been a late night.

While continuing to wander around the village in search of the others, Emma made a number of purchases. A magazine about magical cars for his dad and one on knitting patterns for his mother. Some of the more normal candy for her sister, and, of course, some of the more extraordinary candy for herself. She'd send her owl home with them this evening. Serena had reached the age where she was starting to wonder why she didn't have magic too. Her parents kept telling her that it would come with time, but that was hard for a seven year old to understand. So Emma sent her presents to make her feel a bit more connected to magic- within reason, obviously. Nothing too wild, just in case any of her muggle friends saw. But enough to make her feel that little bit special.

As Emma was starting to give up on finding any of her friends, she spotted Adie in the coffee shop. A grin already on her face, she hurried in and up to the counter, ordering a caramel latte. When she reached Adie's table, she dumped her bags onto the chair beside her and turned to her friend. "Guess what happened."


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Will had actually managed to a few hours of sleep that night, much to his surprise. Of course, he'd still woken up at about 3AM, his mind racing. The house elves had tidied the common room by that point, so it was much easier for him to find his various notebooks and pens and reference books. By the time the others had woken up, the common room was a mess once again. Will frequently felt bad for giving them even more work to do, but he couldn't always help it. Keeping that sleep pattern worked better for when he was at home, anyway.

He was one of the first into the village, eager to get into the bookstores. It was one thing using the books in the Centaurus common room, but they weren't much good when he was at home. He liked to stock up during the year, haul them all home, and then repeat the process. However, this was the last year he was going to be able to do that, so he fully intended on utilising Mākatu's bookstore this year. He had considered trying to smuggle some out of the common room, but that would undoubtedly be harder than he was allowing for, and he would also inevitably feel bad for depriving others of the chance to read those books. And besides, he'd be able to get them himself once he graduated. What career did one have to have to be able to own a big old house with hundreds of books? Many who had those kinds of houses never read all of the books- but not Will. If Will had a house like that, he'd have to read all of the books. He'd probably stay alive just to read them, and then breathe his final breath as he finished the last book. That seemed like a good life to Will. Maybe he'd find a way to inherit a big old house instead of having to buy one.

The bookstore owner was as happy to ever to see him, one of the few people to understand and share his love for books. He also never seemed to mind it when Will inevitably fell asleep in one of the huge, comfortable armchairs while reading one of his purchases. He just let the boy sleep and woke him when it was closing time. What with Quidditch practice, homework, duelling club and all that, he didn't exactly have as much time as he would have liked to nap. Sure, he still slept through some of his classes, but he seldom felt actually rested after that.

The bookshop smelt like home, and as Will ran his fingers over the spines, he could feel himself smiling. This was why he loved these trips into the small wizarding town.