Luna Harlan's Story

Faye moaned at the sound of her Aunts willowy voice. It was only elevated by the metallic echo of the shower. The young witch tossed and turned a few times until her quilt was wrapped uncomfortably around her torso. With a muffled snarl into the pillow she eventually lifted her head up to show a mass of knotted hair and a pair of tired, puffy eyes. Glancing to her left she stared down at the hairy lump snoring in a hand-me-down dogs bed. Bernie wouldn't be awake in time to see her off to school. It was both a curse and a blessing...for one she wouldn't have to hear him nag her about things she was too naive to understand in the first place but she also wouldn't have him accompanying her to the school gates and secretly that left her a tad nervous.

Rolling out of bed like a snail being torn from it's shell she went to work getting prepared for her first day which mainly involved Faye moving her hands about and muttering things. Everything did itself. Her magic got her dressed, it also did her hair, her makeup it even brushed her teeth and did her laces up. The morning display of magic was the story of Faye's life. She was one lazy but talented witch. sulking down stairs she sat at the table across from her freshly showered aunt and cousin.

Aunt Margaret was still humming to herself whilst reading the newspaper and drinking herb tea, Luna was in her own mellow world. Faye sat with her arms crossed looking between the both of them. It was easy to see the relation between the two and as different as they both had been it was easy to see Faye's mother in Margaret's eyes. It made her wonder and worry where Phoebe was before Faye turned her eyes to the mishap of a kitchen they now sat in. It was a quirky house...in fact if she didn't know better she'd say it was built for a witch.

After a quick breakfast she made her way to school. It was difficult to say what to wear considering she hadn't seen the preferred fashion of ashwick so Faye had opted for what she thought was a safe option. Dark leggings and a rough, earthy, knitted jumper which hung just off the shoulders. Paired with her 'man bag' she looked like a hand-me-down model of sorts. She spotted her sister a mile away and smiled widely.
Things didn't seem so nerve-racking with her sister around.

Lunar has been awake for hours. It was common for her to wake before dawn, since everything was so calm and peaceful when everyone else in the town were aleep. After spending a few hours on the piano in her room she looked back at Stitch and smiled "Better get ready for school, huh?" She spoke softly. Stitch trotted over towards her and rubbed his soft fur against her legs That would be a smart thing His voice echoed in her mind causing her to chuckle. Strolling over to her wardrobe she began to ger ready.

When she was finally ready she smiled at herself. Lunar was wearing a pair of black denim short shorts that gave people a bit to look at but not to much for her top she was wearing a white t-shirt that said 'Dancin' with myself'. The outfit wasn't much on it's own but when Lunar wore it, it was on a whole different level. She ended up wearing a black chained knecklace that reached around her bust that bad a thick heart on the end, and some braclets on her right wrist which were brown and teal beads. And for shoes she wore her usual. Black heels. Lunar was hardly ever seen without wearing a pair of heels, she walked in them like they were a pair of flats. Her hair layed straight so she just left it, the bright red would give her enough attention anyway. She didn't wear alot of makeup as Lunar and her cousins were naturally pretty but she always added a bit of black eyeliner and mascara to her eyes to make them stand out against her face, and a tad of lip gloss.

"Done!" She spoke to Stitch with a smile, the large dog shock his head and chuckled. But only she would of heard it. Running down the stairs to the kitchen she smiled at her mum who as always was sat at the table, drinking tea, humming a really boring tune and reading a paper. Lunar just smiled at her. And sat down at the table to eat breakfast.
She smiled at her Faye as she sat at the table... She didn't look to impressed this morning but she just shrugged it off.
When Faye left the house to head to school she let out a sigh. Standing up from the table she smiled at her mum and gave her a quick hug. "Bye mum" She spoke as she shut the door behind her.

Walking to school felt weird... Students looked at her with either confusion on a scared expression, running a hand through her hair she sighed. This is why It was a bad idea for you to come stitch she spoke to him telepathically. Of course Stitch had to walk her to school. But they hadn't thought how weird it would of been for a german shepard cross wolf to be spotted. No way I was letting you walk on your own, especially knowing you he told her.
When she finally reached the school she saw her two cousins. Smiling she headed over to them with Stitch following beside her.

Luna jumped when Phoebe pulled her into a bone crushing hug. "Stop with the crushing child. You're as hype as stitch is when we give him steak." She told her as she rubbed her arm from being hugged. At the mention of steak Stitch whipped his head around to her with his tounge rolling out.
"Great, now he wants steak" She mumbled.
Lunar chuckled when she said that they called all enter with a 'BANG!' "I do hope thats metopharoically speaking and someone not going to actually make a band. But other wise I'm up for it" She said with a slight laugh.
She then watched as she and Simon her Siamese cat where talking to each other, she knew what the cat was like as he tended to enjoy sleeping on her bed.

Lunar then felt pulling on her arm as Phoebe pulled her and Faye along towards the building. With Simon and Stitch following behind them.
And then the babbling started Great she is going to talk forever, do you think she should joing public speaking? She spoke to Stitch. The large dog just shook his head and carried on walking. When they finally stopped walking she let out a sigh of relief as Phoebe stopped talking to.
"To answer your questions, Today depends on how you react and treat people. There better be cute guys!" She half shouted causing a few people to turn to look at her, but she just pointed at Phoebe telling them it was her. When they left she let out a chuckle. "And to answer the rest of your questions. Well I'm guessing it's going to be sorta cliche and for the clique I have no idea. And i'm guessing the popular crowd consists of the hot guys who are in the sports team and girls who are cheerleader or just snobs. For the snobs what do you think?" She questioned herself, nobody can be hated on until proven. Taking a breath she decided to answer the rest of her questions. " Yes i'm joining activties but only two maybe more but I am deffo doing music oh and maybe gymnastics as I always had a knack for that. And I don't mind joining one with you, maybe one where your hyperness and my music would be good. And they're is advanced classes... You practically enrolled in as many as you could remember? whilst I mainly stuck to the peforming arts and sports. Not a good pair but they had no seperate classes for music and I was not joining choir or band!" She told her. She knew she was good at music and had an amazing voice people told her and many of her small gigs had ended up online... Not that she cared. "Finally we know you get bored so learn as much as you can brain box. But maybe quiet down slightly!" She told her with a smile. She got annoyed sometimes how Phoebe can babble on but she didn't really care, it was who she was.

When she finished talking she realised there was a group of three guys standing at the entrance talking to each other. She had a puzzled look on her face trying to figure out what they were talking about but she was more worried about other things. Suddenly a group of three girls walked past them, they were pretty the usual pretty blonde bimbo's. When they saw the Harlan girls they looked at them... Especially her bright red hair. They then scurried away whispearing. Lunar let out a sigh.
"First off we are prettier than them and they know it. And we know it as its a trait from our families. Oh and if anyone pisses me off... I'm going to beat them ok? And second of all, I hate having this bright coloured hair that people question me about!" She shouted, and most likely drew attention to the three of them.

(Sorry, double post.)

Damien becomes surprised at the sudden force that had come onto his back, bumping into Felix in the process as he had walked closer, only to turn around and just grin at the sight of it just being their linebacker. "Elliot!" He half-yells, laughing already as he tries to somewhat help Felix gain some balance from the sudden force that's leaning onto him (a.k.a his and Elliot's combined weights, and it probably being most of his as the more meatier guy out of the three of them) though slightly struggling with added weight on him as he tried to assert his own standing.

(For a second there, he almost thought that it was Miss Fingrinhoe, but then his brain chased those silly thoughts away of having thoughts at all that Miss Fingrinhoe would actually pounce on his back and scare the living craps out of him.) Though the earlier loud greeting that could've only belonged to his slightly shorter Asian friend should've been a dead giveaway, Damien excuses with himself that it's probably the suddenness of reuniting with his close friends on the first day that's distracting him.

"I've been with Seth and at the pool, you guys could predict." He turns towards their linebacker, smile and concern on his face. "But dude, I haven't seen you since.. around a month ago when the guys all got together for some ball, where'd you go?" Damien turned back to Felix. "And you! Man, I haven't seen you all summer! What happened?" While he had been a bit sore over not seeing these two for some period of time, he'd been busy himself so he wasn't much one to really hold a grudge if he ever really did at all with these guys.

Despite sort of being in their own little world as more and more people began to arrive at school, he was generally in a good mood anyway, and waved and greeted the passing mini-groups of people of their own respective 'troupes' and mutual interests who would say hello and then move on. His immediate attention is caught though as an unfamiliar female's voice is shouting throughout the chatter and scattered voices of other groups talking where it died down as they too turned to see what commotion was going on. Damien's face contorts into that of confusion as he doesn't recognize who the owner of the voice was, or the people surrounding her. I'd say that they're freshmen, but they don't look like it.. Including the fact that he doesn't recognize them either from Orientation earlier in the year before summer holiday or the one during the end of it, where he'd made friends/acquaintances there as well (maybe they just didn't attend?), he's stumped over just who the three girls who stand out in their own respective ways were. (They were quite pretty, in a sort of enchanting way, he supposed. Damien wasn't sure as to what to think of it.) That, and including the confusion of seeing animals on campus grounds that somehow got past their strict principal at the gates.

He doesn't dare say a word as he, and probably the rest of the majority of their crowding student body outside, just watch as to what's going on. While the atmosphere sort of changes into that of a tense silence (as silent as it could get with so many people outside), Damien makes two and two together as he realizes just who the bright-haired girl is yelling at, he flinches slightly over the idea that the two (Or four? Six?) might get into some sort of a fight, something that he thinks that most would like to avoid despite it being a natural thing to occur. He doesn't really realize that he's shouting until the words left his mouth, "hey! It's the first day! Chill! You girls can get huffy with each other when Princ's not watching!" Damien winces slightly as Miss Fingrinhoe has turned her eyes towards what's going on and awkwardly shifts in how he's standing. He sheepishly smiles.