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    Default Old Rainfords School for Magically Gifted Children - {IC - M}

    This roleplay is rated M for the following: Possible Violence, Possible Language, Possible Blood and Gore, Possible Alcohol Usage, Potential Sexual or Suggestive Themes


    Old Rainfords
    School for Magically Gifted Children


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    ' Nos tam desperatis quis faciam! '




    September 2nd.

    1998


    The day was cold, although not yet intolerably so. The leaves were only just beginning to turn. The hired helper Imps the school employed could be seen dancing merrily beneath the trees, enthusiastically trying to catch the softly falling leaves. No doubt in preparation for upcoming Herbology lessons. They were funny little creatures. A strange hybrid of both Fae and a more Gnome-ish breed.

    Thomas watched the Imps casually from his post. He stood in the slightly sheltered terrace of the imposing front doors. With hands stuffed into his pockets and face as hidden behind his scarf as he could make it, the man didn't exactly scream conventional terrifying werewolf monster. He had a beard, and that was about as wolfish as things got.

    But then as this school, what even was conventional these days.

    Students were not yet expected to return until the following day, yet some familiar faces were arriving already. A elderly looking Horned Owl flew low and slowly in the sky, circling some of the various turrets and spires. Then there was a Kestrel too, much more enthusiastically swooping and swirling among the towers. A rather small grin threatened to emerge as Thomas watched the younger bird, but it was thwarted soon enough.

    It wasn't quite a physical shiver that distracted him, that was too real a feeling to describe it with. It was more akin to simply a knowing of sorts. The sudden awareness of a presence. Well, that, and he knew her far too well at this point. The man sighed, then he gave a shiver this time, and then stepped down and out from the porch before turning and beginning to walk towards the Forest. He made a straight beeline for the place right across the (perfectly) manicured school green. A nearby Imp glared at him in an altogether displeased sort of manner, but Thomas didn't even give the creature a second glance.

    The dull buzz of the barriers placed around the woodland made themselves known from a few dozen yards away from the actual border itself. Thomas merely mumbled the disarming jinx, not stopping once. The Forest had not always been a off-limits area within the schools history. During his own time at Old Rainfords, Thomas had spent quite a few lark filled afternoons joking and goofing around with old school friends in here.

    A brief notion to where those lads were now drifted through his conscience.

    But it was quickly overpowered by a much more pressing question he had in mind.

    What had Evangeline been doing all this time?

    And why had she chosen to do it without discussing a single element of it with him?

    The man scolded himself practically as soon as the thoughts blossomed in his head. Gelly was her own woman, a rather capable one too. She didn't need him trailing around after her all of the time. But that's not even what he was that put out about he supposed. It was more the fact that, well... The last time he had spoken to her had been near the end of May that year, nearly three months ago now for goodness sake.

    Thomas wasn't permitted any further time to brood however. For a rather peculiar sight brought him to an abrupt halt. Parked quite casually amidst the trees and general woodland overgrowth of the forest, was a shiny red ford escort. And there she was too, equally rejuvenated and pristine looking. Gelly noticed him as soon as he did her. There was only a singe second of hesitation, before she smiled and nodded her head at him in greeting.

    "Hello there stranger, long time no see."

    Thomas remained where he stood, although his foot began to tap somewhat rhythmically. He too ducked his head as a gesture of greeting, eyes still taking in the car. She picked up on his point of focus almost instantly and went to answer his question before he had even asked it.

    "Look okay, it was handy for all of my bags and I just got my licence! I wanted to show it off alright, don't judge me."

    Thomas simply scoffed,

    "But did you even drive it all the way here though"

    Evangeline looked at him in that way she did, single eyebrow raised and arms folded. He shot her a equally questioning gaze and she too easily faltered. The woman huffed and purposefully busied herself with luggage, mumbling to herself vaguely as she did so,

    "I drived it a little at least..."

    The two teachers removed the bags from the car in a mutual silence. They would send them straight to the castle with a jinx of course, but it was easier to remove them from the car by hand for now. All the while, Thomas' curiosity remained unchecked. And the question soon bubbled to the surface of his contemplation. He watched her for a little while as they worked, silently observing.

    "So where have you been then Gelly?"

    The woman didn't look at his when she replied.

    "Iceland, for a while. But then London, for the most of it."

    "So close,"


    The words escaped from him before he had the time to prevent or control them. Both pairs of eyes met for the briefest of seconds in genuine surprise. But the gaze was dropped quickly, and the words rather purposefully forgotten.

    They began to walk back towards the castle in silence once more. Although this time, an rather uncomfortable aura lingered between the two. The gardening Imps greeted their headmistress with enthusiastic, yet clearly controlled subjugation. And of course she was (in his opinion, nauseously) perfectly polite and civil in turn.

    The Castle was eerily quiet. It put Thomas on edge honestly. Yes, the students could become slightly maddening after just a few days, but it was a reassuring sort of maddening. If he was being completely truthful with himself, he'd even missed a few of them this time around. Good lord, he really needed to get out more...

    "Oh, what's happening with the Moon by the way?"

    Gelly's random and fairly sudden cause for concern surprised him somewhat. It took him a second or so to quite comprehend what she had just asked him. But then he blinked and stared firmly down at his feet as they ascended the stairs.

    "It's fine. I'm fine. There's two weeks yet, but I'll keep you informed."

    A small smile graced her lips.

    "You always do Thom."

    He wanted to smile too, but once again, there was always something preventing him. He sighed, it sounded very tired. It garnered attention though, and Gelly looked at him expectantly. Thomas did not return her gaze.

    "I wanted to check with you about Cassiopeia again too Gel."

    She sharply turned her head forwards and away.

    "Oh."

    There was an audible pause.

    "Go on then."

    Dammit. He hated it when she did stuff like this. Made him voice and word things so it seemed like he was the one bringing all these negative things up. But it's not as if just because he didn't say them they weren't going to be a real issue. These things needed to be addressed.

    "You know I've nothing against Cassi. But don't except me to ignore the obvious Gelly. She's produced three omens about the lake in the last week alone, none of which have been either investigated or solved, by her or anyone else for that matter. Is it truly wise to have such a novice Teller* teaching these children Divination?"

    Evangeline said nothing for a long time.

    Goddamit.






    Evangelines Headmistress Study was a unknowing and not on purpose but still perfect physical representation of herself. The Woman was a Pro is the study and knowledge of all old and ancient magics, and thus archaic looking tomes and volumes weighed down creaking wooden shelves. And inch of wall left was crammed and covered with loose pages of spells, sketches of hexes and illustrations of complex ritual markings and runes. Her desk was as cluttered as her thoughts. Dribbles of candle wax formed a unintentional white rim around the edge of the desk, loose wands and crystals strewn in every other which way and direction.

    Thomas grinned lazily at the sight of it all again. Her luggage sat neatly in a already organised looking pile near the door. He expected her to set to work on it immediately in truth, and in anticipation had headed for the nearest bag himself. But surprisingly, (Well, at least to him), Gelly sauntered over towards her window casually. He watched her of course, soft confusion in his features. Thom waited a moment at first, but he called to her eventually.

    "Gelly?"

    "Hmm?"


    She didn't even turn around.

    "You alright?"

    Evangeline merely turned her head to look at him from over her shoulder, and gave a single nod. She was smiling, but it was a small timid looking one. The woman motioned to the goings on beyond the glass. As he joined her by the window, he could see the two birds he had seen earlier, still circling and swooping playfully. When she spoke, there was an air of wistfulness to her voice, a sense of yearning he thought,

    "The Castle is coming back to life again,"

    A thin, perfectly white cat daintily trotted atop the roof tiles.

    They both watched the Kestrel for a time.

    Evangeline grinned,

    "That's Mateo you know, you know, Theodora's boy."

    Thomas scoffed heartily and shook his head.

    "Goddamit. I thought it might be, but I just couldn't quite tell."

    The kestrel gave a twirl, before taking a sudden dive and weave amongst the buttresses. Both teachers tutted in perfect unison.

    "Showoff."

    The duo watched fo a little longer.






    'And that was, Temporary Mood Swings by Soko!! A song for Nori and Mat and all the school kids as they all head back to Old Rainfords for the new term. Good Luck kids!! You're gonna need it!!

    This is DJ Devilry hitting you with good tunes, good vibed and good mana all across this next witching hour, and coming up next...'


    Nori, and Mat screamed at the radio in what can only be described as pure untamed teenage glee.

    Their cabin in the train suddenly exploded in a eruption of Pop-Rock adolescent chords and energy.




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    It is time for you to go.

    Daragh stirred from where he lay nestled among the roots. Nimble fingers untied fragile loops from where they had tangled with the bark of his horns. When his head was finally able to rise, his eyes trailed up the ancient craggy landscape of the oak. He noted a new colony of beetles had made their home in the valleys between the green fields of moss covered bark. They seemed to be feeding on the termites, which would keep things in balance while he was gone.

    Finally, his eyes drifted up to about halfway up the massive trunk. The sunken eyes bored from woodpeckers, the craggy brow of bark, the great bushy beard of moss. That ever stern frown creased into the wood. Its visage looked out into the surrounding forest, never moving its vigilant gaze. But Daragh could still feel its gaze upon him, the shift in the breeze blowing through the canopy above.

    'Must I? I had only just begun to sleep.'

    The response was a long time coming. Daragh fiddled with his hands, tracing the fertile soil and molding leaves with the tips of his fingers. One of his hooves tapped against a stone buried in the dirt, sending it to roll away a foot or so. The bop of his tail flicked twice to dislodge a leaf from where it had perched on his lower back. Though only just awakened, his body was already primed with energy.

    Go. Return with the spawning of spring.

    Daragh new even that little had taken much to get across. It echoed in his mind not as words, but as the inevitable. A flash of color and feeling, akin to the migratory imperative of a bird. Without quite meaning to he was already on his hooves, sprinting away through the foliage. Before he was able to look back, the ancient oak had already vanished into the trees. Soon enough he was left standing at the edge of the forest, where sunlight was able to filter down through the canopy overhead.

    With a deep sigh he strode out of the forest and into the tall grass of the fields. The local sheep tended to avoid grazing too near to the trees. One could see the border clearly delineated, where the grass sharply reduced in height to little more than stubs. He would need to speak to their owner about rotating their pasture more often. He'd turn this one into mud if he kept the grazers here too long. One of the rams raised its head to stare at him, partly cross-eyed, but otherwise his passage went unnoticed.

    It was a good three kilometers from the forest to the first road, a thin scratch in the dirt. That took him hardly any time at all. He followed the path from the side, preferring the coarse grass to the hard asphalt under his hooves. It stank of oil, even in the early autumn cool. His lip curled back in disgust, but he'd need to get acclimated to it sooner or later. Sooner than he'd have preferred, the little hamlet came into sight.

    Rather than pass through the central square, he hopped the hedgerows through backyards. A dog set to yapping as he passed through its territory, but he silenced it with a glare. Hopping the last hedge, he ducked into an alley and clicked up the cobbles to a lone back door. It took him several moments to remember, but eventually he pulled out an inconspicuous brick from the wall and retrieved the spare key. After unlocking the door he put it carefully back, and wandered inside.



    There was the sent of freshly made tea in the air, chamomile most likely. He hesitated for a moment before reluctantly scuffing his hooves across a rough matt on the floor. When most of the mud and dirt was dislodged, he made his way into the kitchen. The space was rustic, to say the least. The only concession to modernity was running water in the sink and the gas burner on the oven's top. Even that made him feel slightly squeeze, but he stuffed the nauseated expression on his face away when he heard footsteps.

    The woman who entered was beautiful he supposed, in a rough hewn and well aged way. She had clearly been well figured in her youth and her hair was still a stunning sunset red. But it was permanently bound in a tight bun behind her scalp and her clothing was far more function than form. She glanced over at him, only the slight twitch of her eyebrows conveying the annoyance she felt. Her heavy boots clunked on the floor boards as she came over to him.

    "Daragh," she sighed with impeccable pronunciation. "I have your new uniform laid out in your bedroom. You grew about as much as I expected, this summer." She was a tall woman and his eyes were only level with her chin. She leaned over, plucking a twig from the molten iron red curls of his hair. "Go brush yourself out and. I suppose your old uniform will need to go into the furnace. Again." He glanced down quickly. The durable material of his last school uniform had rotted away to almost nothing while he'd slept.

    "Yes mum," he murmured sullenly. His mother's face twitched slightly again as she kept her expression stern. It did soften a bit and she pressed her palm to his cheek.

    "Don't worry about it my little Daring-do. It happens, just as the sun rises and the leaves turn. Perhaps next year you'll remember." One hoof tapped against the floorboards, but he nodded. "Did..." Aoife hesitated, a rare occurrence. "Your fa-... Did he have anything to say?" The unsaid 'to me' hung in the air like a broken branch dangling from a tree trunk after a storm.

    Daragh continued tapping his hoof to the floor. After an agonizing silence, he ventured. "That... he was... busy, but that he hoped you were doing well."

    Aoife's expression broke for just a moment, a deep sorrow crossing her vibrant green eyes like a shadow over a meadow. Just as quickly, it returned to stern. "I thought he would be. Good to know he thinks of me, at least." She stood up straight and brushed her hands down her working apron. "Now trot along Daragh. I'll have lunch ready for you presently."

    He took this command as the easy escape that it was, scurrying out of the kitchen and up the stairs to where his bedroom was. It had been aired out recently and dusted, the sheets turned over. It always was, when he finally came home. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually slept in that bed. Ten years ago, when he'd gotten the flu, most likely. None the less, everything was always clean when he returned. Every year. Unchanging, just like that oaken expression in the deepest forest shadows. He changed quickly, balling up the tattered remnants of last year into the waste basket. It took considerably longer to work a set of sturdy combs through his hair and leg fur. A lot of things came out of both and he opened a windowsill to let the still living former inhabitants back outside.

    His new uniform had been adjust to his expected growth and fit well enough. The shorts would be a bit loose when his legs were sheared, but he could always twine himself a belt. A quick look in the mirror satisfied him that he looked more or less like a person rather than a wild beast. It annoyed him that his face and jawline was still as smooth as a baby's buttocks, not a single hint of stubble. Even a simple goatee (pun perhaps intended) would be acceptable. But it seemed he was cursed to look vaguely like a flat chested girl his entire life, in spite of the considerable turn of speed and strength he could muster.

    Walking back down the stairs, he could smell the food his mother had prepared. She tried her best, he knew that. But he could already feel his stomach curdling, knowing what was to come. The realities of his human half's needs and the disgust his other half felt had only come more into conflict the older he'd gotten and the more his power had grown. He could still remember eating a sausage in a bun once when his mother had taken him to town. He'd been around six years old at the time. He'd enjoyed the simple hot pleasure of it then, but the memory filled him with loathing now.

    He set the table for her while she finished tossing the salad. She'd mixed in legumes, nuts, and berries. He still needed to have protein in his diet, and since anything meat based (fish, fowl, or land) was firmly out, this was what she could do. Even then, he could still feel the faint echoes of pain from the plants that had died to feed him. He'd collect some seeds and only after planting them would he feel better. As things were, lunch was a tense and silent affair. Only after washing the dishes and sitting down for some tea did he start to relax. Maybe it was the spices, or how far removed tea leaves were from their birth stalk when finally used, but it was one of few organic foods that he could consume without feeling like his gut was tied in knots.



    She'd helped him pack and walked with him to the nearest bus stop. Once upon a time she had ridden the train with him, all the way to Rainfords. She'd said that it gave her an opportunity to catch up with old class mates, as some other mothers and fathers did the same. But he'd long ago noticed how withdrawn she was from her peers, even when she chatted politely with them. More than likely, it had been to comfort him as his powers had begun to manifest and the presence of technology caused him more and more discomfort.

    These days he came to Rainford on his own, using modern transportation as little as he possibly could but ultimately having to acquiesce at certain points. Even the magical train to Rainfords, still hidden away from normal folks' eyes, left him feeling itchy. As he walked the last distance from the train stop to the school proper, he took everything in. Not many people were here yet, it seemed. He had spotted Mateo on a roof in one of his many forms. Hopefully he'd be in human shape before they came across each other. Mateo was probably as close to a friend as Daragh had, but it tended to be awkward when his natural powers influenced Mat's animal forms.

    His eyes trailed over to the Forest (capital F even in spoken words). He'd been in there a number of times despite the (capital F) Forbidden. The wards and protective measures had been exceedingly annoying to begin with, but keeping Daragh out of the Forest was like trying to keep a very persistent and large angry fish out of water. He was pretty sure that the staff knew he tended to duck into there when he wanted to be alone or when he simply couldn't be bothered to sleep in a real bed.

    The Forest called to him and he answered. It was as simple as that. For now though, he needed to find what was ostensibly his room and get his belongings packed away before the inevitable hubbub of other students' (who stank of technology and more particularly the girls who stank of murdered-whale based perfumes) arrival.

    Daragh had, in his time, been the crush of more than one girl his age. The air of the exotic surrounding him, even in a school of inherently magical beings, combined with his permanent feminine/masculine beauty and the lingering effects of his attraction aura could be riveting. His generally kind personality and well known magical talent also made him an object of desire. These days most girls had caught on to his desire for lots of personal space. Most of those who were returning students probably also remembered the unfortunate incident with Jessica Lawrence. She'd made the exceedingly poor mistake of wearing a fox-pelt scarf a two winters ago, unluckily coinciding with Daragh being in an unusually foul mood.

    Some said her panicked screaming could still be heard in the hall outside the Astronomy room, late at night.

    Daragh had apologized to her profusely afterwards, which she had reluctantly accepted. Eventually. But that had been the prompt end of many school girl crushes on the cute boy with flowers in his antlers. That suited Daragh just fine, not that he'd actually meant for Jessica to need to a psychiatrist afterwards. Nonetheless, there was sometimes a new student or transfer who started eyeing him. He'd have to turn them down politely. It was simply too dangerous for them, for him to consider.

    After all, just look at what happened to his mother.

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    "Mom!" the young man's voice called out. "Where's my uniform!?" He was sure it was supposed to have been here by now. He checked on his bed, then his closet, under his bed, in his bag, but it was no where to be found. "MOM!" He shouted even louder. Although he's been through this multiple times, he still somehow expects someone to hear him through the noise of his visiting siblings. He waited for a moment, then sighed, walking out of his room.

    It was annoying just how busy five girls could be, not even particularly doing anything. He walked down the stairs and to the sight of all four of his sisters and his mother chatting away, meanwhile his brother was sitting with their father doing nothing. He could try to interrupt the girls, or go for the easy route. The easy route is sometimes the best. He walked to his dad, asking the same question he'd attempted to ask from his room.

    "Dad, have you seen my uniform anywhere?" Immediately, his brother decided to take the opportunity to chime in.

    "You lost it already?" His brother said, chuckling to himself.

    "I wasn't asking you, so bite me." Tanner said back, repeating his question to his dad. "Have you seen it?"

    "You little sh-" His father immediately cut him off to reply. "No, I haven't. Ask your mother, she was supposed to take care of it." A dreaded answer, yet one he was fully expecting. "And stop fighting, already. You're supposed to see your brother off, Dean. Not torment him even more."

    The conversation faded into annoying chatter as Tanner left them to deal with the girls. Their talking was overpowering mostly anything else, and he couldn't follow the conversation. He caught a few things, but just generic phrases like "no way," or "I know right?" Instead of talking over them, he took a spot next to his mother and tapped her shoulder a few times. She would swat him away a few times, ignoring him for their endless girl talk. When he was finally tired of being ignored, he grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to look at him.

    "Tanner, don't do that. We're in the middle of talking!" She defended, trying to go back to the conversation.

    "Mom, wait! My uniform is missing." He almost shouted, catching her attention. He also caught the attention of the rest of the girls, who simultaneously began looking at him in disapproval.

    "Losing your uniform, Tan?" One of them said. "I'd say I thought you were better than that, but I don't."

    "Yeah, really." Another added. "The runt and can't keep track of his things? What a child."

    "Don't listen to them." His mother said quickly, leaving the rest of the girls to talk about how much of a loser the youngest boy was. "It's just a girl thing. Follow me." Tanner believed it was more of an older sibling thing, seeing as how his brother also did it.

    "You said you would leave it on my bed." He told her, uncaring about the supposed "girl thing." He was much too used to that to want to care about them. All he wanted was his uniform so he could go to school properly. What he suspected happened is that her children all arrived early and distracted her, almost as if they intentionally wanted to sabotage him.

    "I'm sorry. You're sisters got here, and we started talking, I must have lost track of time." Called it. Regardless, she effortlessly pulled his uniform from a small side closet, then handed it over to him. "Here. Don't forget to eat before we leave, comb your hair, and-"

    "Yeah, I get it." He said, grabbing the item and running off to his room again. How difficult it was to be the youngest. He checked the uniform all over, making sure no one tampered with it. It seemed as though his siblings had some respect for Old Rainfords, seeing as how the entire thing was seemingly untouched. So he changed into it, proceeded to comb his hair, then ran down to the kitchen with his bags.

    "At least the clothes look good." His brother mentioned, seemingly giving him a boost of confidence. "A shame you make it look bad!" The sound of self-satisfying laughter was almost louder than the girls, who haven't budged an inch since they were last seen.

    He grabbed a quick bite to eat, nothing more than a quick sandwich and downing a glass of water, then proceeded back to his mother. He tugged on her shoulder, once again being ignored the first few attempts before she finally looked at him. He gestured to the door, then waited as mom took her sweet time finding everything she needed, talking to the girls at the same time. It felt like hours he had been standing there, waiting for whichever came first; his mom or the end of the school year. At this rate, it seemed like the end of school would come first.

    When mom was finally ready, she stood at the door, still talking. She was extremely invested in whatever it was they were talking about that he still couldn't seem to pick up. Years of living with this sort of thing, and he still hasn't picked up a thin from them. Instead of waiting, he opened the door and began practically dragging his mother out and slamming the door shut again.

    Finally, they were on the move. More than anything, he was just happy to be away from the gigantic group of family. They weren't even the hardest thing to deal with. No, the hardest thing to deal with was how easily invested his mother could become in a meaningless conversation when his education was obviously much more important. At least, he thought so. As the youngest child, he did seem very much expendable. The others were already well on their way with their lives, so everything he did seemed about as significant as a leaf.

    Shaking his head, he knew that was just the stupid ramblings of his siblings attempting to get him down. Instead, he focused on the journey, and the journey was easily the best part. He saw so many sights on the way there, he was almost hypnotized. Mom and him talked little on the way, mostly because she liked to talk about how things were going for her other children. It was like she never noticed the things going on with him, so he managed to tune her out for the most part.

    Finally, they arrived at the station, and he managed to make his way onto the train after his things were loaded up. With everyone now well on their way to the school, he was able to relax without the family for a whole school year. For the best, he figured. He could hear music and shouting in the distance. He may have been alone for now, but he was always open to company.
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    The first thing Amalia noticed when she woke up was that it was ten minutes before her alarm was set to go off. The second thing she noticed was that there was someone bouncing on her bed. Now, Noir doesn't bounce. If it was Noir, it would feel like she was being choked. It wouldn't be the first time the snake had decided to be a turncoat.

    Ergo, her brother was awake.

    "Erevu, I swear, if you don't stop bouncing on me I will blast you across the room," she muttered.

    Instantly the bouncing stopped, and then she heard a small huff as her brother sprawled himself next to her. "Mama says you have to wake up," he whispered, and Amalia opened her eyes to see the five year old about to poke her nose. Once he saw her looking though, he retracted his finger and grinned. "You're awake!"

    "I was going to be awake in ten minutes," Amalia replied, then frowned when her brother's attention turned to her shoulder. "Noir, be nice," she muttered, shifting so the snake's head wouldn't be directly aimed at her brother's face. Erevu just giggled again and waved at the domesticated python.

    "You have to get up now," he said, returning his attention to his sister. Amalia groaned and flopped onto her back. "Kay, bye!" With that, Erevu shot off the bed and out the door, leaving Amalia to push herself up and push Noir off to the side.

    She sat in her bed for a few more seconds before turning to her serpentine companion. "Ready for another year?" she asked.

    Noir hissed in reply.

    "Yeah, me too."

    ++++++

    "Are you ready for the school year?" Her mother echoed the conversation that Amalia and Noir had before coming down. "Excited to be a fifth year?"

    Amalia shrugged, already mentally going over a list of things that she needed to do once she got to Rainford's. Her father glanced up from his writing, smiling as he took in her thoughtful expression. "I think our daughter is already there, by the looks of it."

    Amalia startled at the pointed comment, and rolled her eyes in response. "It's another school year. It'll probably be the same as last year," she explained before going back to her mental list.

    Her parents glanced at each other, one with a look of concern, and the other with a hint of pride.

    ++++++

    They dropped her off at the train station, and after a quick good bye to her parents (and a slightly longer goodbye to an emotional Erevu), Amalia picked up her luggage and entered the train, already filled with busybodies rushing to take their seats and find places for their bags.

    She shuffled through the crowd and found an open seat, pushing her carry on under her chair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

    After another moment, the train began moving.

    And a moment after that, Noir's head peeked out from under her coat.

    Amalia glanced down and pushed the snake back into the inner pocket.

    "Don't be so smug," she muttered, and pointedly looked away.

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    Ferit’s bed was large and rather cozy, its velvety pillow allowed for a soundless sleep. Although, yes, the boy was technically constructed of smokeless fire - his body was hot to the touch but not so hot as to burn. He woke from his slumber to a gentle knocking at his bedroom door, followed by a feminine voice, “Ferit, it’s morning.” The voice was relatively toneless and had a slight Turkish accent. There was then silence as Ferit opened his eyes, a single ray of light pierced a line down his bed. He had left the curtains a little open the night before.

    Lifting himself into a kneeling position, Ferit opened the curtains fully to let in the dull sunlight. His view was always quite breathtaking. Although he had grown up in this area, it never failed to amaze him just how beautiful earth was. He went ahead and released the latch that kept the window closed, letting the crisp air gently roll in. The breeze he felt was soft and inviting. Ferit smiled warmly and closed his eyes. Not a moment later and there was a sudden rapping at his door that made him jolt out of his blissfulness. His eyes opened and he turned his head towards his bedroom door, heavy footfalls paraded away from his room without another sound. Ferit sighed.

    Father.

    He gracefully hopped out of bed from the right side and was immediately faced with his reflection. His fiery hair flowed carelessly; it flowed as if it was the only part of him that had been indefinitely suspended in water. Although it did not look as if it were made of fire, it held the same properties. A firing, glowing crimson orange. His eyebrows reflected the darker aspects of his hair while his eyes were a smoky grey color. His skin matched his eyes but of a much darker shade with lines of deep fire marking his physique. He wore a plain nightgown. Ferit turned to his nightstand and bent down to open the last drawer, inside were the clothes he had set for today: a pair of loose fitting sweats and a gray t-shirt. Throughout the years he had attended Old Rainsford, he had learnt that comfort over fashion and elegance was much more important than trying to prove he was a cut above the rest when he could easily do that through his actions and words.

    As soon as the fresh clothes were thrown on with a pair of socks, he sauntered to the kitchen where he found his mother and father eating their own breakfast. There was not so much as a “good morning” spilt from any lips. Ferit made a quick glance at the clock, he had roughly thirty-forty minutes to eat and get going out the door. Though they were a jinn family, they had a humanistic way of living. They ate the same food humans did but they are more accustomed to eating bones and raw meat. They don’t run the risk of becoming ill as humans do. He grabbed the meal he had prepared last night from the refrigerator and sat at the table. His parents were chatting about the Jinn Order’s new law that was currently trying to be passed. His mother was a rather powerful jinn who worked in close relation with the Jinn Order so she knew quite a bit about what was going on. The jinns were in an upheaval, rumors had been spreading and people were talking; things didn’t look too good but were they ever? Not in recent times.

    “Irmak, if you’re running next term you need to speak now,” an American, husky accent escaped his father’s throat as he spoke with his wife, “you can’t keep quiet forever.”

    “I know what I’m doing,” his mother paused, “just be patient.”

    His father rumbled and finally took notice of Ferit, “Ali,” his father preferred to call him by his second name for reasons unspecified, “I expect no detours on your way to Rainsford. I don’t want to hear about any mishaps.”

    Ferit replied after swallowing down a bite of food, “I understand.” His voice was low-pitched and well modulated, he took on his father’s accent as English was their primary language of use for as long as he could remember.

    Every year that he came and left Old Rainsford, his parents had escorted him themselves along with a couple bodyguards. Their way of transport was conducted in a way that made Ferit look like a stuck up rich boy, which was not too far off from the truth. This school year, however, it was recommended by the school board that he make the trip on his own with the company of a nearby friend to increase his level of independence. Although his protection was of utmost importance, his mother did agree he needed to be more independent when it came to getting around on his own and understanding the world around him without the constant security of an escort.

    Ferit finished his food in about twenty minutes while listening to his parents conversate about various events around the world, he would pitch in occasionally to add to the conversation. His parents usually treated him as an equal rather than their child. However cold and cruel they may have been throughout his life, they did treat him with respect but of course not always.

    A few details later and Ferit was ready to take off. He could hear a vehicle’s obnoxious honking from outside. Right on time. One by one, he loaded his stuff into the back of the off-road vehicle and on his last trip back inside he shifted to his human form and it would be time to say goodbye to his parents.

    His mother gave him an uncharacteristic look of concern. Ferit felt his stomach twist and he clenched the handle of the last suitcase he had. That look was almost unrecognizable, he had rarely seen his mother with such an expression. She then glanced away and folded her arms, “Stay safe, my son.”

    His father, on the other hand, only gestured for him to get a move on with a glare.



    “Getting to your house is such a pain in the ass, ya know that?” The female driver’s voice was snarky and scratchy as if she had been a smoker all of her life. Of course, she was certainly not a smoker, she just so happened to have unlucky genes. The drive down the mountain was an almost perilous adventure.

    Her name was Sable - Ferit’s longtime friend since his first year of Old Rainsford.

    Ferit scoffed, “I thought you were the ‘best motorist that ever was’,” of course he was mocking her. She had mentioned on their way down the mountain how great she was at driving - having finally turned eighteen, she gained her license over the summer. She attended Old Rainsford a year late, hence why she is older than most sixth years.

    “And I am… anybody would have trouble driving up and down that damned mountain,” Sable paused to let out an exasperated sigh, “well how’ve you been? It’s been, what, over two months?”

    “Yeah, just about.”

    “Ya know, I would have come to visit more often after getting my license but!” emphasis on but, ”pretty sure your dad still hates me… so.”

    “He doesn’t hate you, he’s just bitter.”

    Sable hmphed, “bitter you say…”

    Ferit rested his arm on the windowsill, “He can’t help but hate werewolves as a whole, after all, most of them are ignorant, filthy mutts but that doesn’t mean he hates you as a person-”

    The car came to an abrupt stop. They were not driving too fast so it didn’t give him whiplash but it was enough to startle him. Thank goodness for seatbelts. Ferit turned to Sable and could see her fists tightening around the steering wheel, her hair covered her facial expression but he knew for certain she was angry.

    “Ferit! You can’t just say that kind of stuff! Do you forget I’m a werewolf? Does that just go over your head? And you can’t act like the past gives him some sort of excuse to just outright hate our kind.” When she turned to look at him the glare she gave was one of pure anger and frustration. She looked away from him almost immediately, her brows furrowed. She pedaled the gas and drove on. There weren’t any other drivers on the road, thankfully. Her anger often outclassed her rational mind.

    There was an awkward silence before Ferit responded, “I’m just being honest.”

    Sable echoed his words in a mumbled whisper, “Just being honest...” she clenched the steering wheel tightly again before releasing the tension, “forget it, let’s just have a nice time… we have a three-day trip ahead of us and I would rather not be angry at you.”



    Three days had come and passed. The two students were right on time.

    Ferit watched as Sable greeted an older man who was a distant relative of hers, handing over the keys to her vehicle. Their trunks were loaded up on two separate carts. He held onto the handle of his cart, Sable had gone over how the carts worked and had him follow her lead. Throughout most of the trip, Ferit had had subtle anxiety looming within him. This was the first time he had gone such a distance without an escort… and not only that but he was more than likely to be faced with sneers from some of his fellow peers considering he has never taken the train to Old Rainsford before and he was always seen as the pretty little rich kid who arrived at the school in style just in the nick of time.

    They hurried along, once they got to the train itself their belongings were loaded up by a couple of staff members. They climbed into the train and were immediately met by Gerald Macrae - a Liraellian fifth year. The other boy’s face clearly showed he was slightly taken aback but he recovered quickly enough to sneer at Ferit, “whoa whoa, Mister Repeat Boy taking the train to lil’ Old Rainsford? Now that is quite the surprise.”

    Ferit glared at the other student but before he could hiss a retort, Sable intervened. This was probably one of the only fifth years of House Liraellian to dare call him such a term, especially in front of his face. Sable told the kid to cut it out and pushed them gently out of the way. Gerald chuckled and moved on without another word.

    Ferit stayed in his human appearance - he rarely took on his jinn form outside of his home.
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    08:17:32.59
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    ...while many researchers are divided on the mechanisms behind the spell, the general consensus is that Temporal Breach is the most fundamental spell in regards to so-called "High Yield" chronomancy. However, the research on such an ability is still in its infancy as the number of wizards capable of such a feat could be counted on one's hands. The youngest being...

    Yoshi sighed as he marked the page in the rather thin book and closed it in one motion, resting an arm on the window sill of his carriage and gazing at the scenery before it. A few locks of his hair fell in front of his eyes but he could care less about it, his mind was still processing the scarcity of knowledge available about meddling with time. The Headmaster seemed to know, he thought to himself, or at least is aware of the dangers of it.

    A biting sensation snapped him out of his thinking and he turned his head to see his owl nibbling at his fingers. "I JUST fed you Yuki, you know you can't be getting fat on me. What am I going to tell father if you can't fly anymore?" He patted her head and she kept trying to nibble at his hands the entire time. Yoshi sighed and reached for a pouch on one of his carry-on bags, "Fine, but this is all your getting until we get to school," he fished around in the pouch until he pulled out a slice of rabbit meat. He dangled it in front of the hungry bird, who responded by swallowing the whole thing at once. "Good girl," Yoshi said while nudging her into a wood carving of a hole in a tree he made for her a few years ago. Yuki obliged, hopping inside the carving and falling asleep, cooing softly as she rested against one of the walls.

    Yoshi's ears then started to pick up the activity of other students boarding the train, and just when he started to get comfortable. Bumping, grinding or luggage wheels, chatter between parents and students, the clanging of metal, cries of differing pet species, music...all distracting. Yoshi tried to block them all out but it seemed that the bulk of the passengers all had synchronized their arrivals as the noise continued to increase. He sighed again as he took out his wands and spoke sharply, "Mute", then everything fell silent. Relativistic time is a funny thing, and to Yoshi, all of the sounds simply seemed to travel to his ear slower and more drawn out. Yoshi closed his eyes, placed his head against the headrest, and drifted off into his own memories.


    04:55:00.01
    ...01
    ...02

    ...03


    Why does it always have to be the same dream? The same floor, the same green lighting, the same pattern of clocks, the same pictures. Yoshi's mind seemed dead set on producing the same dream over and over again until the brain cell containing it burst or something. Yoshi stood in the middle of a massive green clock, surrounded by an ever repeating spiral of clocks that seemed to go on to infinity. However, except for the clock he was standing on, the rest of them had their hour, minute, and second hands off-center. They still ticked on, and were off by a few minutes or hours from the main one, but the hands didn't point directly to what time they were showing. Instead, it seemed each clock was ticking to a set of memories Yoshi had; birthdays, school, book readings, people "studying" him, and so on. The real mystery was the clock he was standing on, it did not move, stuck on 11:59:59. The hands were trying to move, but something was stopping them from hitting 12. The only other thing it showed was a body of water, hell if he knew where. Yoshi, like usual, went to try and repair the clock. Just as he was about to force the hand to midnight...

    BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP...

    "Ugh"

    05:00:00.43
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    ...03

    "Morning sweetie", a sweet voice filled a groggy Yoshi's ears as he tried to make sense of the bloody dream for the umpteenth time. "Sleep well?"

    "I had that dream again mom, what does it all mean?"

    Asuka placed a hand on her son's forehead and smiled softly, "I'm sure you will find the answer you are looking for sweetie. But for now, its time to get ready for school." Yoshi sighed, she was right as always. No one was able to decypher Yoshi's dream thus far and there was little he could do but brush his teeth, wash his face, and finish packing. "Where's father?"

    "He had to go to a meeting, he wishes you well. Oh! He also wanted to give you this," she handed him a small box and then went to go prepare breakfast. What on earth did you give me now father? Yoshi made short work of the twine holding the box shut and opened it to see a small sphere, probably no larger than a grade A egg. Only this sphere was made up off what seemed like hundreds of golden gears, interlocked together with excellent precision. The whole thing was ticking too, and as Yoshi held it up against the family grandfather clock, he confirmed that the two were in sync. Yoshi picked up the note the sphere was resting on and read it;

    Hello son,
    Sorry I couldn't see you off this year, an emergency came up that required my attention. I wanted to give you this to help you out at school. It's experimental obviously, but doctor Inyashi explained that if she is correct, it should help you with your chronomancy skills. It's a timing sphere, as long as you hold it, it will keep track of how much you distort time by. Hopefully it helps, all the best
    Dad

    Yoshi held the sphere in two fingers as he took a closer look at it. I seemed sturdy enough, even the gears he was holding continued to spin no matter how hard he held it. "No harm in keeping it around, even if it's from that doctor." Yoshi had a deep dislike for Doctor Inyashi, as she was the one who kept bothering him the most when it came to the witch and wizard scientists studying him. He finished packing a few moments later and walked down the stairs in his uniform to a hearty breakfast, "Mom, you don't have to make this much!"

    "Stuff and nonsense! No child of mine is having his first day back with anything other than a full stomach, now have a seat and eat to your heart's content!" His mother always had a smile on her face for one reason or another, which make countering her points all the more difficult. Especially when you know that she means well. As he started to eat, Yui swooped in from the outside and perched on his shoulder. "Hey Yuki, find breakfast?" The owl responded with a couple of hoots before hopping onto the table and turning to face him.

    "Shiyoshiavern"

    "Yes ma'am," Yoshi coaxed Yui off the table and into her cage. Yuki protested, but one good look from Asuka was enough for the owl to simmer down. She could take over the world with that stare.



    07:44:08.33
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    ...11

    "Have all your books?"

    "Yes"

    "Even the one the Headmaster-"

    "Yes," He held up the book about Chronomancy that was given to him to read over the break. "Not very enlightening to be honest.'

    "How about your.."

    "Mom! We quadrupled check before we left the house and got here, I think I have everything."

    "I'm just doing my duty as your mother young man. Now give me a hug." Yoshi sighed and hugged his mother, she always smelled of cherry blossoms as she tended a rather sizable garden in the family backyard. "Make sure to write as soon as you get there okay."

    "You know we have phones now...right?"

    "Make sure you write mister," she said matter-of-factly with another of her signature stares," and make some friends for crying out loud!"

    "Yes, mother." She gave him a final kiss goodbye before exiting the train, leaving Yoshi to his thoughts. He was one of the first people to arrive at the station and was able to pick his own cabin. As usual, he chose the one at the very rear, knowing that not a lot of people would choose to go that far. "Friends huh?" Yoshi sat his backpack and Yui's cage down in the seat opposite of him, closing the door and letting Yui out. "Waste of time...." Yoshi had always gone at it alone as much as he could these past years. To the point now that the majority of his peers know him as "That one guy who can stop time". Not exactly accurate, but people seemed to leave him alone out of the irrational fear that followed that statement and that was fine by him. He opened up the Chronomancy book and continued where he left off, "I just want to read...read..........read..................read... ......re-"



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    Yoshi's eyes flew open as Mute dissipated and the barrage of sounds flooded his ears again. He dragged a hand across his face, "I did it again didn't I?" He looked at his watch, yep, it was time lagged again. "I need to stop falling asleep while time meddling." He took a drink from some bottled water, "At least I'm not at school yet."
    His ears picked up screams and music from a couple of cabins ahead and he groaned, "Next year I'm driving to school."
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    Finding his assigned room had been easy enough. It was different than last year, a slightly different section of his House's dorm section. But it had a window and was relatively close to ground level. That'd do just fine. Not that he expected to be actually sleeping in it, at least until it got cold enough for the narcolepsy to begin. For now he could always just unlatch the window and sneak out to sleep in the woods. It would be far from the first time he'd showed up to class with a squirrel nesting his hair. The instructors had been getting stricter about his erratic sleeping habits, on the flip side.

    He understood their intent. After all, if something should happen in the night, it was important for them to know where all of the students were. Then there was the issue of security, as he could slip past the wards with practised ease by now. One could even bring up his own safety, though he'd never encountered a beast or monster in the Forbidden Forest that his Nature aura could not subdue. In fact, most problems could be solved by utilizing his inherent powers. Not that he was actually 'allowed' to make use of them. Particularly when other students were around...



    Ferit
    A memory, three years prior.

    It was the fire that'd done it, that he was sure of. Despite what people seemed to expect, Dare was not afraid of fire. That is to say, -natural- fire. It was a well known fact that fire could and would occur in the natural world. Volcanoes for instance. But where Dare was concerned, the most common example was forest fires, typically started by lightning strikes during a particularly dry summer. It was perhaps unfortunate that the fire burned plants and killed animals, but it had definite upsides. A good wildfire would clear out the clutter and tangled old growth. The ashes would provide fertile soil for a new forest to arise. There were several types of pine tree that were reliant on forest fires for their seeds to spread fully.

    That was natural fire. Both good and bad, in balance. What Dare despised was man-made and magical fire. He could accept the necessity to burn a log for warming up on a cold night. What he hated was how humans tore apart the earth looking for oil and coal, clouding the atmosphere with its foul smog and clogging the land with belching fire and metal. To him it was like watching a disease of pustules and boils dotting the flesh of the world. Worse even than that was magical fire. It burned hotter, longer, and more destructively than anything mortal humans could produce.

    Imagine fire that burned stone, metal, and the air itself as fuel. When set alight, until the spell was ended, it would keep burning. It'd keep burning under water, when deprived of oxygen, and when smothered by dirt. When you were set on fire with magic, there was no 'stop drop and roll'. Either you used magic yourself to get rid of it, begged for mercy, or hoped for a swift death. There was no 'natural' defense against magical fire. Dare viewed something so inimical to nature with utter disgust.

    The argument between Dare and Ferit had started, predictably, during the coldest part of January. There had been a house competition between Liraellian and Abhorsen of some sort. A snowball fight? Yes, that sounded about right. Due to their inherent powers and personalities, neither Dare nor Ferit had been inclined to join in but had (eventually) been coerced and/or forced to do so. Dare had felt like the worst New Year's Eve hangover with none of the enjoyable experience beforehand. Due to his sluggish reaction time, he got absolutely plastered by snowballs again and again.

    Ferit had said... something. Something about him being an Irish sheep, and something about his supposed 'speed'. In the manner of a bear roused prematurely from hybernation, Dare had retaliated. The massive snow-orb had smashed Ferit right in the face, ruining his hair-do, fancy expensive winter jacket, and sending him sprawling. The djinn probably hadn't -meant- to set Dare's bobtail on fire. In the same manner as Dare hadn't -meant- to traumatize Jessica Lawrence the following year. Whatever the case was, both had been punished. It had taken Dare a full year and visit to his homeland over the summer to get his tail fur to regrow.

    The two had been mostly avoiding each other ever since, edging around each other in classes and in the halls. That happened sometimes, with the more powerful students. It wasn't unusual to see a mobile six-way Mexican standoff when people tried to switch classes.



    Yoshi
    Last Year

    You might expect someone who was surrounding by mechanical clocks and medical technology to get along that well with someone who spent three months out of the year sleeping in the dirt. Not to mention coming from a completely separate region of the world. Being put into the same House helped, as did being put into the same dorm room for a semester.

    Yoshi wanted peace and quiet. Dare was about as quiet as the came. Occasional druidic outbursts aside, Dare was a supremely easy room-mate to live with. He never left dirty socks on the ground, having hooves. In fact, Dare's part of the room had stayed completely and utterly spotless. That being because Dare had spent most of the semester sleeping out in the forest, only returning to his dorm to exchange books or collect a personal possession or two. For ninety percent of the time, Yoshi had the room all to himself.

    A further factor to their generally amiable interaction was the peculiar manner in which Dare viewed time, which was much more akin to Yoshi's than might be expected. While Dare comprehended the linear-forward-moving conception of time used by humans, his supernatural half had gifted him with a much wider perspective. The simply way he could explain it to others, was that from the perspective of 'nature', there was no time. There were cycles. An acorn grew into an oak, which made more acorns, which grew into more oaks. In this manner, things moved, but in a non linear fashion. It was only when humans interfered, by cutting down the oak tree for example, that the cycle was broken.

    There was a reason that the land of Faerie anchored to Dare's homeland was called the Land of Eternal Summer. Time there did not flow the same as the world it connected to. There were legends of men who had wandered into the Eternal Summer and emerged two centuries later, or a thousand years before they were ever born. It had been said to Dare at a young age that one day he would be called to the Summer and would leave the world behind entirely. One day he would be cut adrift from time and had already begun to experience first hand the time-warping effects of the same during his summer breaks.

    As a consequence, when the topic was finally broached, the two found they had more common ground than might have been expected. They weren't really friends per-say, but if they were dorm-mates again Dare wouldn't object, at least.



    Amalia
    Two Years Ago

    They'd not really interacted much, to be honest. After the fire incident with Ferit and fox-pelt situation with Jessica Lawrence, there'd been little reason or opportunity for them to speak. He'd seen her once or twice in the halls and had a class with her on occasion. Enough to recognize her face if not actively remember her name. He didn't have anything against her personally, but her attunement to fire gave him the heebie-jeebies.



    Mateo
    Four Years Ago

    To cut to the chase, Mateo found Dare passed out in the snow and hauled him to the nurse's office. It was the first year Dare had suffered the full effect of narcolepsy in the Winter, and he hadn't learned to anticipate his condition yet. He'd suffered no lasting harm due to his natural insulation (fur is good for some things) but it had scared him. Mateo had found the then somewhat shy girlish goat kid following him around afterwards and a strange friendship of sorts. Perhaps there was a level of magnetic attraction due to Dare's nature aura and Mateo's preference for animal forms, but their similarly energetic and adventurous natures had more to do with the bond. Mateo is one of the few people Dare seeks out on a regular basis at school, though he's careful to keep distant while Mateo is in animal form.



    Tanner
    Two Years Ago

    Tanner was a witness to the now infamous 'Jessica Lawrence's Fox' incident. Whatever his reasons were, he was one of those who spoke up on Dare's behalf, confirming that Dare didn't intentionally hurt the girl. Dare thanked him for doing so afterwards and the two had agreed to hang out on occasion afterwards. Dare was and still is able to keep up with Tanner in both human and werewolf form, and is specifically able to calm Tanner down a bit if his more brutal animalistic impulses take over. While not the 'best of buds', the two of them sit together in classes if possible.



    Cody
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    Cody and Dare have spoken on occasion before, both having come from the British Isles. Dare was able to sympathize with her being a changeling, perhaps drawing on the... tense, relationship he has with his own parent. Since he was essentially raised by only his human mother and with eldritch father largely absent, they had some common points of reference. This generally amiable atmosphere changed after the Jessica Lawrence Incident, whom Cody may or may not have been friends with. Either way, the two hardly spoke afterwards.

    This put Dare in a difficult position. When Cody began to fully embrace her sylph heritage, it was like shooting off a rainbow flare for the poor goat. Her withdrawn and fickle nature aside, the aura she puts off is increasingly attractive to him. In response, his own druidic aura becomes agitated in her presence, liable to spawn flowers around her even in the depths of winter. He has a hopeless crush on the (possibly) unsuspecting girl and she won't even look at him. It gets even worse in the spring time. If he doesn't go home for that particular weak in April, who knows what might happen?

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    Had he said he had missed these children, just a day earlier?

    Good god.

    What had he been thinking.

    Thomas stood leaning towards the front of the train. Strained eyes watched in widened silent regret as these immensely noisy children stampeded around the place. Some cheered at him as they boarded, others gave a polite greeting, and some attempted to howl at him but suddenly found themselves incapable of speaking for the next twenty minutes or so. Thank god for that tongue tie jinx...

    This was the last station now before reaching the school itself and Thomas couldn't be more glad honestly. The sooner they were at the school the sooner these kids weren't entirely his problem alone. A nod from the train driver indicated it was time to leave, so Thomas boarded the train himself, taking up a seat in the teachers cabin at the very front of the train.

    Bobby had gotten onboard one or to stops ago now. And while it had been a initially pleasant relief to have another teacher to help handle the adolescent masses, Dodd had quickly fallen sound asleep. Thomas couldn't blame him though honestly. He'd be tired too if he had two infant already shapeshifting toddlers to look after back at home. Thom didn't have the heart to wake his friend, but his patience was truly tested when almost as soon as he sat down, a roaring onslaught of music erupted from a few cabins down.

    Thomas sighed, pressed his head against the wal, and then got up and began practically storming down the aisle to the offending cabin. Nori and Mat were leaping and dancing around their cabin as if they were feverish monkeys or something. They didn't even hear Thom when he hauled the door to the cabin open. He gave them a glare that only a weather worn hardened teacher knew how to do,

    "TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN THIS INSTANCE LUCA!"

    The two teens came to a sudden stop on their joyful merriment. They looked at Thom with wide startled eyes as the music continued to stream from the stereo. Mr. Carlisle, and a dozen or so now gathered curious students started right back at them from the aisle. Nori and Mat shot each other a despairing, yet cautious glance. Mat was, of course, the one to take the risk,

    "B-But sir, we got this song to play fo-"

    'DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE LUCA?"


    The stereo was promptly switched off. Thoms glare softened, and he allowed his shoulders to drop slightly. The children plopped down into their seats accordingly, heads bowed in knowing misconduct. Thomas held back the interior grin when he spoke,

    "Don't let me hear that stereo again. And besides, Meg Duffy is a much better singer,"

    And the Cabin door was closed before they could even react.

    May as well do the rounds while he was here he supposed.

    On this particular trip down the train, Thom confiscated one tongue tying twizzler, scolded two shapeshifters for trying to persuede their friend there was a ghost onboard, and handed out a total of twelve detentions.

    Thomas neared the rear of the train and noticed Tanner Larson, Amalia Leviscant, Yoshi Yasuhiro, Ferit whats his name, and a werewolf girl he couldn't quite place, all lurking in cabins on their own. Thomas sighed. Often, he couldn't quite believe he himself had once been a teenager too. Had his parents really had to put up with all this angst and moping? Well he knew one thing for sure, he certainly wasn't going to let it fly.

    Mr. Carlisle opened the doors to all the above mentioned students cabins with a simply gesture, before placing his hands on his hips rather authoritatively. The man merely mentioned down towards the other end of the train.

    "Right, I'm not having you lot lurking and moping back here on your ownsomes. Go and join Green and Luca in the cabin by the front, should be room down there."

    He looked at them all, tiredly.

    "And try and make some conversation while you're there too for goodness sakes. You've not all come to school to just to brood and sulk now have you? "




    As Evangeline had previously predicted the day prior, the school was once again in the full swing of things. Students had swarmed the castle in the space of a single morning, with more still arriving each and every minute. Friends hugged and squealed in the joy of reunion, the new first years weaved among the crowds nervously, brand spanking new uniforms making them about as obvious as possible.

    And Madame Rainford stood proudly at the front doors to the school, welcoming students with cheery smiles and greetings all around. She was just about to help a new first year with her bags when a rather loud whoosh of wind stopped her in her tracks. The surge sent cloaks and skirts flying all around and seemed to take everyone by surprise.

    Evangeline squinted through the settling air, wand secretly readied behind her back just in case...

    Oh. It was just Cassi.

    Of course it was.

    Cassiopeia Leda stood casually a few steps away from the door. Sunglasses on (even though it was the start of September), Ciggy in her mouth and a map held loosely in her hands. She looked around herself cooly, spotted Evangeline and sent a jaunty wave in the Headmistresses direction.

    "Alright Gel,"

    Good lord.

    It was going to be a long year.


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    Sitting in silence gave Tanner time to think and appreciate the scenery. He thought mostly about the people he was going to see at school again, and while a few faces he wouldn't mind seeing popped in his head, there were also a few faces he could stand to avoid. It wasn't so much that any of them were bad, just that he didn't get along with them very well, or they didn't very well know of his existence. To be fair, he was just one werewolf among so many other talented and interesting witches, wizards, fairies, and more.




    He frequently thought about Dare, and often missed his companionship. He still didn't quite understand the druidic magics or how it worked, but it seemed to control his werewolf side, making him much less likely to rampage. If one were to pair this with how Tanner was a key witness to the Jessica Lawrence incident, it was very clear they would get along just fine. It was the start of a fine friendship, and while it may never get to be a great friendship as long as they know each other, it was still one he'd rather have than to be against. They didn't have much more to keep them together, but they sat next to each other when they could in class.

    The whole Jessica Lawrence thing must have been two years ago, he believed. Even now, he believed the whole thing was blown out of proportion, but he supposed that a creature born of nature can't stand to see it squandered or paraded around like an accessory. Luckily, Tanner would never do such a thing. He has too much respect for animals and nature as it is. Well, that and he has his own natural fur coat. This one wouldn't upset Dare if he showed up in it.






    Mateo was another friend of Tanner's, although it started out in what Tanner would consider an embarrassing first impression. He knew Mat was a shapeshifter, and was well aware he could turn into animals at will. What he didn't know was that one of the animals in his arsenal was a dog. For their first real meeting, Tanner simply saw a dog, and stumbled backwards. Tanner claims that everything was fuzzy after that, but Mat tells him there was some screaming, pleading for his life, something like that.

    Of course, his led to Mat being the first person outside of his family to know he was terribly frightened of dogs. He isn't quite sure how far this information has been spread, but he wouldn't suspect the shapeshifter would spread it around himself... Would he?

    After that little incident, Tan struggled to be tougher, but Mat was all too interested in giving him a little surprise every now and again. At those times, the werewolf would ask the shapeshifter it he would like a beating. After all, between him and the scrawny one, Tanner thinks he could very well win that fight. Then again, as many injuries as Mat gets, it wouldn't be a surprise if he was well used to fighting and could actually take the werewolf down with ease. The most fighting experience Tan has is sibling rivalry, and those fist fights were always broken up instantly.




    Amalia always seemed like a nice person, and Tanner knows she has a little brother. It would make him resent her, but he also knows enough about her to know that she writes to her brother and is very kind to him. This makes Tanner wish that she were one of his older sisters instead, and he swears that he would gladly trade any and all of his siblings for her at a moment's notice. However, it was hard to imagine someone of a nymphic nature as a werewolf, not to mention as a Larson.

    More importantly than all of that, she often seems very distant and Tan finds it difficult to talk to her at all. She definitely seems kind enough, but they rarely talked. It would be a real surprise if she remembered him at all, really. There has been a time or two he's seen her angry, which is quite impressive with a temper that rivals even that of a Larson's. To say that a werewolf's anger might be matched, Tanner thinks, is quite a feat. It's this that makes her interesting, but the distant feeling he gets from her that makes it difficult to speak with her.




    There is one person that Tanner relates with above most others, and that's Noriko Green. He learned that she has six older siblings! He likes to talk to her about the issues and perks of being the youngest, and more than that, trash talk their siblings together. She too has a large family, larger than his even, and that she moves between Japan and England. He gets along with Nori and easily calls her a friend.

    At first, he had issues speaking with her at all. She just seemed to not care about anything, but she most certainly is anything but boring. She can be quite full of energy, and of course there's her spontaneous side that likes to cause a little bit of trouble. Never being much of a spoil sport, Tanner has even encouraged her nymph behavior.




    Cody MacKinley. She was usually such a happy and outgoing person. Definitely an interesting person, but he's had little interaction with her. He doesn't fully know what happened with her, nor does he know what her situation is, but she just changed. Since she has become so distant, he likes to try to avoid her. He suspects that she's come to dislike werewolves for some reason, and that she just doesn't like him anymore because of it. What he hears actually happened was that she was beginning to go full sylph, but knows little outside of that.




    Yoshi is very withdrawn. He just seems to not like people, and that's respectable. Tanner also generally dislikes people, but also has some friends at least. He doesn't like being around this kid, generally because he just seems to want to be alone. It can be noted that Yoshi fidgets with a little gadget he keeps with him for an unknown reason. That is to say, Tanner doesn't know the reason. However, he suspects it might have something to do with chronomancy. After all, he's known as the kid that can rewind time.

    Really though, Tanner has no issues with Yoshi, and it seems like Yoshi has the same attitude with Tanner. So while avoiding this guy would be preferable, he doesn't complain so much if they are in close proximity. It is a bit intimidating knowing that time can be controlled by only a few people, this guy being one of them. Not having seen him use these powers very often, or just hasn't noticed it, he thinks that there are severe side effects to having such abilities or he would use them much more often.




    Ferit... He's not even sure how to pronounce this guy's full name, but he doesn't much care to ask. The very air around him seems to tell Tanner that he's just so much better than everyone else... And he's inclined to believe it. Being a Jinn, Tanner knows that Ferit has the power to grant wishes, but is not really allowed to. The sheer curiosity of this guy inspired Tanner to do some research.

    He also knows that Ferit comes from a rich family, furthering the idea that he might actually be better than most, if not all, the other students. There's always the story of Repeat Boy to tell, but it's been exhausted at this point. It must hurt his pride to have such a reminder slung at him by every other student that sees him, but he doesn't know or care enough about the Jinn to want to defend him. The only thing that would ever make Tanner pleasantly interact with this guy is if he could make a wish without some classic Jinn twist on it, as he's heard that they can do.




    Suddenly, the door to his cabin swung open and Thomas gestured him out of it. He supposed, technically, Thomas wasn't the boss of him until they got to school, but why start the year on a teacher's bad side? He ordered that Tanner, and quite a few other students, go spend some time in Luca's and Green's cabin. Now, he wasn't even sure they had made it on board yet, but he supposed that all that music had to have been caused by them. No one else he can think of would blast music that loud.

    Looking at the students gathered, he had to guess that these were students that were alone in cabins, and Thomas sought to rectify the situation by forcing them all together to make conversation. Not cool. The catch was that there were some students here that seemed like they wouldn't get along too well. Like himself and Ferit, or Yoshi and the literally very loud pair that they were sending the group in with. It seemed like just the right combination for a fight to break out.

    "But brooding and sulking is all I know!" Tanner jokingly claimed. Still, he looked at the teacher with a look that said "Are you sure about this?" before making his way to the cabin. He got his spot in first, taking a seat next to Mat, despite the pain that he could be.

    "I should've known it was you two blasting that music." He told the both of them. "Not bad, but there's better singers out there."
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    “Allah Allah,” Sable handed over a bag of French candy she had urged Ferit to buy on the trip over to England, “you have to try this, it’s sooo good.”

    Ferit grabbed the bag and examined it. It was some sort of nougat candy. He ruffled a hand in the bag and pulled out one of the bars. It was wrapped in more plastic. He unwrapped it after handing the bag back over to Sable and took a small bite. It was far too sweet, Ferit couldn’t help but make a face that said: “trying to enjoy it but it tastes horrible”.

    Sable laughed, “Oh come on, I can’t believe you don’t like it!”

    Ferit swallowed the small bite before handing over the rest to his friend, “too sweet.”

    “Suit yourself,” with that she wrapped the nougat bar in the plastic to save for later, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you don’t like it.”

    Suddenly the doors to their cabin opened up and they were faced with… Thomas Carlisle. He prompted them to exit and they complied without much resistance. Ferit was not too fond of Thomas, he felt bitterness and spite towards the man - probably only because of what he was… a werewolf. He at least knew not to disrespect the Deputy Head.

    Ferit could feel anxiety at the pit of his stomach as he was faced with three other students, one of which he disliked… and being ordered to go to Green and Luca’s cabin. Noriko and Mateo. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the former, but the latter could only spell aggravation.

    “Welp, I shouldn’t be caught with a bunch of fifth years so I’ll be going to chit chat with my own,” Sable smiled and patted Ferit on the shoulder, before she left she whispered, “think before you speak,” for only him to hear. She was always watching his back and sometimes she acted like a scolding mother.

    The boy reluctantly followed the other students to Luca and Green’s cabin. After Tanner had taken his seat next to Mateo, Ferit took the seat opposite of him but more to the far edge of the bench - keeping distance between Noriko and him. This would leave room for one of the other two to sit between them.

    Ferit glanced at Tanner as he mentioned how there were better singers out there. He supposed he would have to agree with him there… the music the two were playing was just awful. He was two seconds away from replying before Sable’s words rang in his head. Every time she gave him such a lecture, he would keep it in mind for a couple days or hours or minutes before messing up and letting his mouth run. He recalled the longer lecture she gave on their way up to England from Rize about how he needed to learn that some things are better left unsaid.

    He let a sigh escape his lips rather than words.

    "Thank you, Master."
    "You're welcome, My Padawan."

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