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    Default The Second Sisters Faculty of Magic and the Occult Sciences - {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


    Spoiler: If you would like to set the scene 

    The Second Sisters Faculty of Magic

    and

    Occult Sciences




    If all

    I am is wrong

    And all

    I have is gone

    Then how

    am I to live?


    I can only be who I am





    Collace certainly wasn't what you'd expect upon picturing a quiet little Scottish Hamlet. Or actually, was it? Most may imagine a pretty sort of place, with colourful twee little cottages and rolling brooks that babbled through the village centre. The sort of place Peter Rabbit might live, or possibly where the Queen might come to shoot things. So upon arriving at the grey dull and concrete appreciation borough that Collace actually was, the soon-to-be students of the Second Sisters Faculty were often rather surprised.

    But Collace was the nearest town to Dunsinane, and therefore the nearest connection to the outside world the Academy had.

    The town was functional, but otherwise completely and utterly lifeless and insipid. The population seemed to consist mainly of people over the age of seventy five, and the pebble-dashed houses all seemed to blur into one, they were all that similar. Grey was apparently the towns absolute favourite colour, possibly in an attempt to match the seemingly constant overcast sky, and there was only one shop still open on the high-street. An Under-takers.

    Not the most encouraging of places truth be told. But that was alright. The newbies wouldn't be stopping here for long anyway.

    Directions to get to the SSF culminated in instructing all would-be students to arrive promptly at the Collace Town Hall bus-stop, and be there and ready to go for twelve o'clock sharp. Be it this was simply because it was the easiest way to do things, or be it an attempt to retain the secrecy and safety of the Faculty's location was unclear. The people of Collace were more than aware of the Faculty's vaguely close proximity to their town. And every year when the students rolled into town to wait for their transportation, net curtains and disapproving glances were brought out in full by the townsfolk of Collace. Never has a glare been so disdainfully cast, a tut so dismissively uttered.

    The bus-stop by the town hall wasn't particularly big, it was just an average one not really designed to be an important or substantial waiting point. So the mere hundred or so awaiting students appeared much larger in number than they actually were. A general excited buzz of pre-term chatter and excitement rippled through the small crowd. Giggles were a plenty, and joking jeers echoed spontaneously through the rabble as friendships were rekindled, and groups and cliques re-established. Three Paper planes were suddenly launched into the air, and exaggerated gasps and squeals of delight rippled through the gaggle of children as the jets began to re-inact that one scene from independence day. Meanwhile Marjan Lali was attempting to bring her Furby to life behind the bus-stop, and Dom Paisley was trying to teach others how to do the dance from the new Childish Gambino video.

    Term was most definitively starting up again.

    A distant rumbling soon garnered their attention however. The sound was hard to describe, for it was both a roaring cacophony, and a guttural gravelly scrape at the same time. As if you were dragging a hundred metal pipes across a gritty road all at the same time. The perpetrator turned out to be a coach, of all things. It was old, but not ancient. Perhaps from the 90s. All of the windows were tinted so they couldn't be peered into, and it was supposedly white, but a few good years of grime and dirt had instead tinted it a unpleasant off-beige. But the name 'Drippy' could be faintly seen through the muck. Dragging itself down Collace's main road, it grinded to an eventual halt in front of the bus-stop. A anticipatory silence blossomed over the crowd of children, as they expectantly awaited whatever was inside.

    The doors slid open with an ugly squeak. Absolute silence. Then, a approaching voice could be heard, like she was walking to the door from far away. It sounded like she was on the phone to somebody.

    "What? ... Tim dumped you...? No! Come on. You're not worthless. No one's to blame. You tried to make the relationship work, but it didn't. It simply wasn't meant to be."

    There was a pause, and then a sigh.

    "Margaret Mitchell once said, "I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken-and I'd rather remember it as it was at it's best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived ........ Also, pretty sure Tim is gay."

    And suddenly the mystery voice was revealed. Framed by within the doorway stood a tall lanky looking girl, in clothing reminiscent of Alex Mack if she'd just realised that having a chest and figure was something she'd simply have to accept after all. Her expression was weary, and ultimately uninterested. Upon seeing the hoard of excited children, the girl sighed, stopped chewing her gum and said, "Look, I gotta go handle the kids. Yeah. Ok. Bye Trixie. Bye, bye." promptly ending the call.

    The gathered youngsters were visibly itching to go, eager excitement bubbled through the small crowd, with some children visibly jumping for sheer joy. Noriko looked wanly at them all. She sighed again.

    "Right then. Line up and start getting on this here bus. Don't worry about your luggage, me and Mr. Nags will sort that out. When you're on the bus, just keep on walking down the aisle until you see a man holding a sign that says SSF. That's Mr. Carlisle. When you see him, start filing into the seats. Alright. That clear enough?"

    There was a general murmur of agreement as the children began to do as they were told. Of course, a bus to a magical school wouldn't dare to be 'ordinary' or 'mundane' in any way, heavens no. The bus held plenty of secrets of it's own. Upon entering, you may have been rather surprised that the bus actually stretched and stretched and stretched, so far that it on the inside, it was actually a good mile or so in length. It seemed the Faculty wasn't the coach's only official stop, let alone unofficial. There were dozens and dozens of seats, all stretching back as far as the eye could see. Names of the various stops and correlating organisations danced across small sign screens above various divides down the length of the bus, the academy's own falling only a few rows back from the front.

    Under the Faculty's sign, a man was sat. His head splayed back and mouth agape, soft snores escaping from his parted lips. Seemingly this was Mr. Carlisle. The man didn't even wake up as the bucket load of children all clamoured past him to grab the best seats. It was only when Nori returned that he awoke with a sudden jolt. Wide-eyed, he looked at her in languid confusion. Nori simply got herself another strip of gum. Her cheeks were slightly pink from dealing with all the luggage.

    Mr. Nags seemed as spry as ever though. Completely un-effected by the labour. He was a tall, yet chunky man. With a disconcertingly young face, and somewhat wild gray hair. Said hair peaked upon his face, where it formed in a rather magnificently kept bushy moustache. Mr. Nags practically sprang up and onto the bus. A microphone lowered from seemingly nowhere before perfectly landing and placing itself into his awaiting hand. With a unsettling grin, Mr. Nags spoke with alarming enthusiasm,

    "WELCOME ABOARD THE MRC EXPRESS! If you see any suspicious activity, please, hesitate to tell me."

    And with that said, the microphone ascended and vanished, and Mr. Nags made his way purposefully down the aisle. The cockpit of the bus was relatively obscured, but even still, it was hard to tell who, what or if indeed anybody was in fact driving. But despite that, the coach started to move all the same. It slowly chugged out of Collace, and down an unmarked country dirt road.

    The general chit chat of giddy school-children slowly resumed, interrupted only by the occasional outburst from the unseen Mr. Nags over the intercom.

    "This Coach is scheduled to stop in about... three months."

    Noriko and Mr. Carlisle had started to organise a bunch of papers. Sorting and splitting the large pile between them. After being on the bus for about twenty minute or so, the two escorts stood, Carlisle seeming a little more unsteady on his feet than Nori. They murmured to each other in discussion. Then Carlisle heaved himself out into the aisle, and made his way down towards the rear end of the Faculty section of seating. Nori remained at the front.

    "I'd like everybody to wish my Grandson Drippy a Happy Birthday today,"

    Nori continued to chew her gum lazily as she spoke. Well, I say spoke but she had to raise her voice quite a bit to be heard over the hyper-active kid-lings.

    "Alright listen up! When you hear your name, please... I dunno. Raise your hand, swear, shout your name, I don't care."

    She squinted at the first sheet of paper in her hand,

    "MacKenna She-"

    She squinted more, lifting the paper right up to her face,

    "Sayyorr, Sayyir... MacKenna S,"


    Frowning softly, she continued,

    "Murphy Charlotte, Simone Lupfer, Lali Marjan, Paisley Dom."

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    Charlotte was staring at her shoes. Mud was flaking off of the side of her new blue flats, shoes that her mom made her wear for her first day. She had said something about making a good first impression. Charlotte wasn’t really listening during that phone call.

    Anyways, the mud. She had gotten a bit lost on her way to the bus stop, flipping the map left and right, running into the occasional lamp post. While wandering, she saw a beautiful bluebell and wanted to say hello. While she carefully stepped over a wonderful tuxedoed garden gnome and into the sticky dirt, crouching by the giggling flower, she didn’t think about the fact that she was in front of someone’s house, nor that someone might not appreciate her presence.

    She heard a door open.

    “Hey!” A woman shouted, voice sour, “get out of my plants! Shoo!”

    Charlotte squeaked, bolting up. “I’m sorry!” She quickly ran from the garden, and back onto the sidewalk, “your flowers are pretty!”

    She ran down the street, feeling her backpack bounce up and down. It should’ve been heavy, but Mr. Perkins, her neighbor’s friend, did some magic thing and now it wasn’t. Charlotte didn’t really know how it worked. Magic was complicated, and didn’t make any sense. Looking up, she saw the bus stop in front of her, with a few other people standing around it. Were these other students?

    Well there was one way to find out.

    “Is anyone here not going to magic school?” She shouted, standing on her tip toes. She still couldn’t see anyone’s faces without it.

    Either everyone here was going to school, or no one heard her. She hoped she was in the right place.

    The ground began to rumble. It was the school bus! Charlotte was giddy. As it rolled up to the stop she was jumping up and down. The door pushed open and an older girl was talking on the phone. As Charlotte followed her instructions and filed into the bus. She ended up towards the back of the line, and took a seat near the back of the bus. The sleepy man holding a sign didn’t seem to care where she sat.

    After the bus lurched back into motion and she yelled a happy birthday to someone named Drippy, she noticed the sleepy man walk towards the back of the bus, closer to her.

    “Hello!” She waved, grinning, “you were the man taking a nap!”

    Looking up at the older girl at the front of the bus, she raised her hand when her name was called.
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    “We have to think about the election, I’ve worked too hard for this, Ellen.”

    “But she’s our daughter for Christs sake…”

    “She’s a liability.”




    The overheard conversation between Teigan’s parents kept replaying in her head like a broken record. Somehow their words seemed to sting more the millionth time that when she heard it hiding out in the hall closet. How could her father see her as a liability? She was his daughter, his “superstar”. He loved her when she was winning sports trophies, the President of the debate team, the starring lead in the school play…he only seemed to love her when he could put her accomplishments on display for his political gain.

    Teigan shook her head and let out a frustrated sigh, why me? She groaned and placed her forehead on the cool window of the SUV shuttling her to the bus stop and watched the trees blur together as they passed them by. Her eyes followed the trees for as long as possible, but eventually they became heavy and she began to drift off.


    “Miss VanDuessen?” The drivers voice jolted the sleeping teen awake. “Sorry to wake you, but we’re here.”

    Teigan groggily looked out the window and was confused to see the same trees she was staring at before she fell asleep. “My parents said the bus stop was inside a town?”

    “It is, we are about ten miles outside of it. This is a far as I’m allowed to take you…I’ll, uh, get your bags.”

    “Ten miles?” She whispered in disbelief and pushed the car door open. There was a single gravel road that she assumed would lead her to the town the bus stop was in. This whole situation was a big mess. Her parents were dumping her off at some school so they didn’t have to “deal” with her anymore, they didn’t even have the decency to travel with her or at least drop her off at the airport. And NOW she had to walk ten miles to get the bus stop?

    “Here’s your bags and ,uh, a map,” The driver said as he sat her bags down and handed her a map. “It’s really just a straight shot and there should be other students around the area so…it’s an easy find.” He wouldn’t even look directly into her eyes.

    “Thanks…” Teigan took the map and tucked it into her jacket pocket and grabbed her things off the ground. She didn’t hesitate to start walking she couldn’t take one more awkward second of interacting with her parents lackey.


    Teigan just barely made it to the bus stop, that walk was way more than ten miles and the road was so not just a straight shot. She had to flag down someone loading up the other students luggage to make sure they wouldn’t leave her behind. Thanking the man loading up the bags she climbed onto the bus and to take pause at the site of the inside of the bus. She blinked a few times and then stuck her head out the window to double check if she saw the bus right.

    “It’s like Harry Potter,” She mumbled under her breath and quickly found her seat just as someone started doing roll call.

    “Uh, excuse me?” Teigan cleared her throat and raised her hand, “You didn’t call my name…”
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    Nori just blinked at her. It was a very long, very weary blink, and it seemed she dragged it out for a while on purpose. Then, seemingly after an eternity, Nori called out the girls name, and ticked her off of the register. She muttered under her breath as she wandered down the aisle,

    "Always in a rush..."

    "I've lost my rats. If anybody finds them, please do return them to, P.O. Box Infinity,"

    It seemed Carlisle's roll call duty wasn't going as smoothly as he wanted it to either. He also simply blinked at the young girl for a moment, although this time in more apparent confusion.

    "Uhhh, yes. I am- was, even."

    God he hoped that wouldn't spread through the school. He'd only just paid Nori enough to stop calling him Old Yeller, and he was pretty sure Year Five was still calling him Hooch when he wasn't looking. He briefly shook his head, and tried to focus upon the little girl once more. He frowned softly. She was very young. Certainly too young to be unaccompanied on a bus like Nags', and surely far too little to be attending the academy.

    But then again, if she was a Magical, where else was she to go?

    The frown mellowed into a sullen hangdog expression, and the man just shook his head again.

    "Look, if you need anything or feel a bit frightened, me and Greenie- I MEAN MISS GREEN,"

    His head whipped round, only to be met by the razor sharp daggers Nori was already staring at him. Fantastic. Just add that to the list too.

    "Ugh. Me and Miss Green can help you with whatever you need. Don't hesitate to ask now."

    As he wobbled back up the aisle, he couldn't stop his nose twitching. What on earth was that lovely smell...




    The coach ride took roughly about an hour to reach the academy. And it was obvious why. The school truly was in the middle of absolutely nowhere. The main Hall and surrounding building rested atop what was either a very small mountain, or the steepest hill in the British Isles. It was (perhaps predictably) old, and seemed as ancient looking as the Highlands that bordered it's grounds. The rest of the Faculty's buildings, residencies and presumably workshops and classrooms, spiralled down and around the main hall, with the last of them being built into the barrier wall that surrounded the Academy on ground level.

    All in all the approach to the Second Sisters was both daunting, and haunting. After two attempts the bus parked itself by a small shed-like building near the main gates. The majority of the Students were once again, to the delight of both Carlisle and Green, erupting and bursting at the seams with excitement and enthusiasm. The two escorts stood. Carlisle began to make his way off of the bus, while Nori remained aboard for a moment. Frowning, she waved her hand about sporadically in the air, vaguely gesturing for something it would seem. After a minute or so, Mr. Nags' microphone came whizzing down the aisle and came to a screeching halt mere inches from her awaiting palm.

    Nori didn't seem particularly bothered.

    "Okay, SSF Students. In a moment when I'm done, you are allowed to disembark the bus. Once you're out, we want you to find your luggage, label it, and it will be waiting for you in your rooms. But before that, you will be given a tour around the Faculty, by your's truly. Now off-"

    But before Nori could finish, the microphone shot out of her grip, and retreated at great speed back down the bus. Noriko blinked, sighed, and swore under her breath before she started to heard the kids off of this darned thing.

    'OK. WHO LET THE DINOSAUR OUT OF MY BAG?"

    Nori, the students, and seemingly the entire coach fell silent. A second passed. Then, a loud boom echoed from way way back in the coach. Followed by another, and then, a roar.

    "COME ON REXY. COME BACK TO PAPA. WOAH-"

    Nori began to push the children.

    "Come on, come on. Off the bus now. Off, off, OFF!"

    Noriko and the last few remaining students scurried off the coach quickly, and it was a good job they did too. For as soon as they disembarked, the bus screeched and roared off back down the road at a speed Nori was frankly surprised it could go at. There was a contemplative pause, before Carlisle grew too tired to linger and began to organise the child-lings.

    Carlisle and Green lingered by the corner of the shed, with Carlisle routinely obscuring his face behind the shed wall, a thin plume of smoke still occasionally managing to escape from his lips despite his efforts. When he had finished his cig- I mean, given the kids enough time to gather their bearings. He checked with Nori about Rugger meetings for that week, then made his departure, sauntering off towards the woodlands edge, his shoulders sagging.

    Noriko watched him leave, then sighed again for good measure. She rummaged around in her bag, retrieving a stand out-ish sign that had an illustration of sushi upon it. Holding it above her head, she called out,

    "Alright Kiddies, this way,"

    The girl led them through the main gates, up a first set of old worn stone steps, before entering a long looking cobblestone building. It seemed Nori was just about to stop to say something, however once again, the poor girl was interrupted. Interrupted and nearly scared out of her skin. A loomingly large man seemingly just, appeared. Possibly out of nowhere but, maybe, he'd been there the whole time? Thinking about it felt strange and difficult. His attire melded into the dark mass of the man, bright eyes and a large white cat draped around his neck the only things piercing through the shadows of his self. Surprisingly, he was smiling.

    Noriko, wide eyed and panting for breath, a hand clutching at her chest took a few gasping breaths. The cat curled up to it's feet and into a stretch. Then nimbly it descended, the man anticipating his movements and shifting to help the feline get down. The cat began to twist and twine itself around Noriko's legs, and through thick purring, it sounded like a small treacle-like voice was going, "Food? food? food? food? food?"

    While trying not to trip over him, Nori cleared her throat and nodded her head in greeting to the man. She spoke to him more respectfully than she did with Carlisle. More like how it might be expected for a student to address their teacher perhaps.

    "Good Morning Mr. Clementine. I was just showing the new students around the Faculty grounds."

    It was then, that his gaze turned to them. His eyes widened.

    "Petals fall open as lips shape words that rhyme. Candlelight softens the edges."

    Then, Clementine smiled, bowed his head to the Cat, and left.

    In a somewhat stunned and bewildered silence. Nori and the kids watched him leave.

    "Well that was... less cryptic than usual I suppose. Nonetheless, get used to that kiddies. That's usually the best you'll get out of him."

    She picked up Mogget and placed him upon her own shoulders, then Nori waved her hand onwards and continued the students on their way.

    "We're going to start things off in the library. Because honestly, this is where you'll end up spending a lot of time whether you like it or not."


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    . . .

    Though the Faculty’s campus was impressive, one of the more awe-inspiring facets was easily the library and although it was her domain, Evie Gwinnel always had to gasp a little when she laid eyes upon it for the first time each day.

    The hearth in the foyer was lit as she came in, the flames jumping to life among the logs. Lexington padded along the edge of her desk with a self-satisfied little look on her face, which was typical for the possessed feline. Evie cast a sunny smile at her and stroked her back as she walked by, ascending the thirteen steps into the main hall of the library two at a time. As she did, the candles, which had dimmed their flames to a small flicker, brightened and their flames swelled to life again.

    The dark, cherry wood of the bookcases and cabinets might, to some, make it seem somber or foreboding and the gloomy light from the gray, sunless skies outside the cathedral windows did not assist with that. The candles, however, that were suspended in chandeliers in the common and study areas and sat snug in the sconces that dotted among the stacks, helped lift that veil. Their warm glow lit the passageways between shelves and glinted off brass detailing. If one were to observe the flames carefully, they would appear to contain a soft green light among the standard yellow, orange and blue dancing around the wick, proclaiming the flames to be of magical or enchanted origin – because, let’s be honest, what good is a candle in a library, if the candle could do the books harm?

    The rows of shelves stretched on for what sometimes felt like an age, further than what the building seemed to be able to contain. The books on them were meticulously organized and cared for; the older books had repairs that, despite fine workmanship, were still obviously repairs and preservations. Many of the books seemed to be older than most student’s grandparents, but there were modern books sparsely distributed throughout in their appropriate sections.

    Evie glanced around quickly to make sure all was in order before pacing back out into the foyer and over to the gate to the restricted section. She checked it’s lock and quickly peered inside, at the books and their chains, diligently securing the tomes to their shelves. She felt eyes on her and she turned to meet Lexington’s stare with a cavity-inducing smile. Can cats get cavities?

    “No need to glare at me like tha', ye beastie,” Evie chided in her West Country accent and gave a dramatic little huff, which blew up her fringe. “I’m only doing checks before the wee ones get ‘ere.”

    The cat said nothing. Evie crossed the foyer with its eyes following her.

    The rare books, grimoires and manuscripts room is located across from the restricted section. It’s bookcases are of black-as-night ebony wood and the only light, once the ornate black doors are closed, is from the far wall of white, gray-veined marble. There, the light glows golden through the marble providing just enough illumination to see without eye strain. It stays illuminated all day and all night, through all kinds of weather. One of Evie’s favorite oddities (though there are many in the library, to be certain) is, to be hidden away in the deepest corner of this section and watch how the golden light turns silver during thunderstorms, when lightening lances through the Scottish skies. Evie peeked her head in briefly then closed the door again and locked it.

    As she did she heard the doors to the library open and excitement swelled inside her chest. On quick feet, Evie darted from the door to her desk and reached over the front down onto the work station below and snagged a handful of blank library cards; her feet came off the ground with the effort of it and as she came back down she stumbled a little. She was found to be slumping against the front of the desk as she came into view of the new students, but she was smiling brightly at them.

    “Hello!” She sounded a little breathless and pushed herself upright, flipping her red hair out of her face. The cat sat like a fluffy black bowling pin, dignified and resigned as it gazed out at the gaggle of mortals that had entered.

    “Welcome to The Second Sister’s Faculty of Magic and the Occult Sciences! This is the library! I am the librarian, Miss Gwinnel, this is Lexington,” she gestured to the cat with a Vanna White style flourish, “and these are your library cards!”

    She scurried over and started handing them out one by one as she spoke, “Make sure to write legibly! If you need assistance with this, please ask myself or Lexington – or really, an older student or a teacher or Nori will do – just make sure we can read it, please!”

    Evie stepped back from the group and cast Nori a little glance, spying Mogget on her shoulders and her smile was a minuscule thing in an attempt to hide it. Her attention swiftly moved back to her task at hand and she took a quick headcount, writing it quickly on the back of one of extra, blank library cards still in hand.

    "Right, now! Questions, anyone? Library, related - generally, but you know..." She made a little flimsy gesture with her hand and beamed.

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    Nori gave a flash of a look to Evie as her group entered the grand old vestibule of the faculties library. It wasn't quite a smile, those were a rare thing from Nori, but it wasn't quite her usual wearisome frown either. It was just something, familiar I suppose. The sort of thing you'd expect to see shared between friends.

    Twas a shame her feline counterpart had an altogether much more contrasting reaction to entering this bookish place. Mogget visibly recoiled, arching and hunching back atop Nori's shoulders. His Fur sticking up so high on end, he practically gained a foot or two in height. Thin pupils darted hither and thither, frantically searching for someone, or something. Suddenly, they found Lexington. Mog deflated like a balloon. Shrinking down and down until he was lying as flat as he could be atop Nori's shoulders.

    His owner has seemingly decided to take a somewhat similar approach in the meantime. Noriko, now stood at the back of her child-ling crowd who had gathered themselves around Evie, was slowly but surely creeping towards the returned books shelf. Avoiding Lexingtons piercing gaze as best she could. The few books she finally managed to place upon the shelf were long overdue, but she was sure nobody would notice. And if they did, well... she had a few good minutes to get a head start running yet.

    The children who were new to the school were clearly still shy and nervous about this whole affair. And the veterans of the place were far too used to and accustomed to the Faculty's methods and rules to care or be passionate anymore. So when Evie queried for any questions, her response was uncomfortably quiet. Noriko didn't let it stagnate however, and swiftly shooed them onwards. With a goodbye wave to Evie, and with dozens of fresh library cards on hands, Noriko steered the child-lings on towards their next port of call.

    Despite the SSF's now somewhat dwindling number of occupants, it would still take weeks to show the students every single distinct and different classroom the campus had. Therefore, Nori had been instructed to show the children one that just so happened to be nearest to the dormitories. Coincidentally the classroom in question was also the new home of the Faculty's newest teacher in residence (A fact the Ibeyi Sisters were slowly coming to terms with. As they had rather enjoyed their most recent addition spot on the SSF family tree).

    Truthfully Nori herself was intrigued as to how the new guy had possibly decorated the place. She was explaining this to her gaggle of students as they walked across a small courtyard towards Mr. Lichensteins classroom.

    "... creeps me out honestly. I can't stand to be near a dead body me. God I wonder where he gets them from. Ugh. Oh Jesus. I hope he's been told we're visiting today..."

    "OI. GREENIE!"


    The speed at which she swerved was rather astonishing. Her hands slightly raised by her waist, as if she were in a Clint-Eastwood-Esque shootout. However, her (imaginary) gun was swiftly lowered.

    A tall hefty looking guy was waving at her vaguely from across the lawn. He was big, but in a more chunky way. Stocky and sturdily built. Brown curls were kept contained under a blue work cap, and his boiler suit smelt of coffee and a questionably herbal smelling substance. Nori just gave a nodd of her head in greeting as she called out to him back, beginning to make her way over.

    "Oh, alright Nick? How are things,"

    He just shrugged.

    "Alright. Here, can you sign this for me Nori. The idea of climbing all the way up to old Madame President's office is just NOT,agreeing with me today."

    His accent was American. Brooklyn-ish.

    Of course Nori, blasé and as easygoing as ever, agreed and happily signed away.

    Next to Nick the Delivery man stood a large rectangle of some wild looking bushy plant. Leaves and bushy branches burst and tried to escape from between the strands of firmly knotted rope that was holding the whole thing together.All in all, it still looked rather feral. Nick winked and clicked at Noriko as she returned the clipboard to him.

    "Thanks. Oh and uh..."

    He shot a quick glance and the awaiting students, before leaning in close to the girl, raising a hand to seemingly help hide what he was saying.

    "I got another type of 'special' plant if you're wanting any ant the mome-"

    "SHHHHHH. NOT NOW NICK CHRIST. I'M WORKING. LATER, OK?"


    And after that Nori quickly moved everyone on their way.

    The gaggle reached Mr. Lichensteins classroom, and Noriko knocked on the door gingerly.

    "Mr. Lichenstein? I'm here to show the new students around the classroom?"


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    Opera music could be heard as Nori opened the door, playing over an antique record player from 1900. Karl von Lichenstein sat behind a desk that was immaculately clean and cleared of any dust, a stack of tomes and an antique oil lamp the only adornments. Many of the tomes were great think volumes and some could be sworn to hum, and thump, and move. Karl held one of the thinner tomes aloft in his left hand, his lips moving in pattern, his eyes thrown back into his skull to show the vein-y whites, his right hand stood crooked, his fingers tautly twitching.

    Around the room were 5 loosely assembled skeletons of vaguely humanoid form as there was many animal bones and odds and ends thrown in. One held a broom, another the a dustpan, one held a feather duster, and one held a rag, and the last was rearranging the room. A great cloud of dust was forming as the one with the broom swept furiously, while the one with the dustpan futility tried to catch what dust it could. The one with the feather duster was having more luck, yanked about like it was on a wire, it sprang into the air to dust the most remote corners, removing thick cobwebs and most certainly some fresh ones. The one with the rag was busy polishing the windows, with each circular stroke, more and more sunlight flooded into the classroom. Finally the one rearranging the classroom was seemingly closest to completion, as it pushed the last few desks together in perfectly straight lines to the others and moved to push the last pew like bench that were to serve as seats.

    Those gifted with magical perception could see this was not so much necromancy as it was an advanced form of puppeteering magic. A good look at the tome Karl held aloft would of done just as much to deduce what was going on.

    "Mr. Lichenstein? I'm here to show the new students around the classroom?" came Ms. Nori's voice and with it Mr. Lichensteins concentration faltered, his eyes rolled back to their proper positions, and the skeletons all hit the group with a great cacophony of clattering.

    "Ah yes, yes. Velcome, velcome. I apologize for the abysmal condition vis classroom is in." Karl said, his voice hoarse.Mr. Lichenstein looked strained, his visage pale, and his breaths short and hollow, as if he had been simultaneously been doing the work of all five skeletons, which in truth he had. In his rush to get the previously abysmally dirty, and untidied room, he had resorted to using his own personal reserves of energy to fuel the skeletons in an effort to meet his personal standards of cleanliness.
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    What with the opera music, and the whole accent and everything, Nori honestly half expected Frankenstein to come bashing through the wood-work. The whole room, atmosphere and situation in general had her pretty stooped. Wow. He'd really cleaned this place up though, she had to hand it to him. It surprised her how he'd managed to do this all by himse-

    Oh.

    Nevermind.

    Noriko visibly tensed when she saw the animated skeletons. Her body jolting to a sudden stop. Eyes locked upon the energised bones that stood busying themselves before her. Her moth opened and closed a few times as if trying to form words but not quite managing. She got there in the end however, and when she did finally speak, her voice was quiet,

    "I didn't um... sorry if you were-"

    And then they collapsed. Nori instinctively took a step back. She blinked slowly.

    "Ah yes, yes. Velcome, velcome. I apologize for the abysmal condition vis classroom is in."

    Abysmal? If this guy thought this room was still untidy, Nori dreaded to think what he might have said about the state of her room.

    The man sagged somewhat. Nori recognised the feeling almost instantly. Magic could take a lot out of a person sometimes. The girl took his fatigue as a chance to taker her leave however, and herded the new students once again out of the classroom.

    Once free of Mr. Lichensteins lair, she shivered. As if trying to shake the Necromantic nerves physically away. Noriko was growing tired of her position now, that much was clear. The previously happy-go-lucky carelessness had now morphed into a somewhat bored detachment. She walked onwards briskly, no longer attempting to make as much small talk as she had previously been prone too. Noriko was kind enough however to explain their final destination,

    "We're heading to the Dormitories. Doxy, our head, will meet us there. then you'll all be escorted to your rooms."

    She sighed and muttered under her breath

    "She better be on time today..."




    Beatrice Doxy was a pale thing. Tall and thin, with white skin and hair to match. It was often hard to tell if the faint glow that seemed to radiate around her was just a illusion from her general paleness, or if it was in fact emitted from some unseen magical effect. Either way, it was rather un-ignorable. But what with that, and the sheer towering nature of her figure, she looked rather imposing.

    A long arm was held outstretched and pointing to the green lake visible through the hallway windows.

    "It's purposefully made to be Saltwater, so it should suit you just fine if you require need of it."

    Her voice was gentle and quiet, but eerily so. Her words were well pronounced, and she almost sounded like the Queen the way she worded some things.

    Doxy walked slowly, a natural habit she had had to force herself to do so that she may keep pace and not overtake effectively everyone else at the academy. Despite the leisurely pace, her steps were still light. Her heels barely making a noise upon the stony floor. A natural silence lulled between the two.

    Without turning her head, Doxy gazed curiously t the boy from the corner of her eye. She had a feeling he'd have an interesting time of things here. She also got the inkling there were some secrets to be uncovered here too. But she'd wait for a while before prying yet. She liked secrets, and they always ended up better after a little time to brew first anyway.

    The two walked on for a little longer yet. It was only when they met Norikos group that Doxy even addressed the boy again. And even then it was silently. She merely motioned for him to join the others, bidding him goodbye with a noiseless sort of smile. Norikos attitude to Doxy was intriguing. With Carlisle, she had been chummy. Clementine, respectful. Lichenstein had made her too uneasy to feel anything else. But with Doxy, Nori was, at best, distant.

    That was putting it nicely though. Truthfully the atmosphere almost tensed when the two met each other. Nori never gave the woman eye contact, and Doxy's unsettling neutrality only amplified in the girls presence. When Noriko spoke, it was as if she was trying to explain things while saying as little as she possibly could.

    "These are the new ones Miss. Thirty two in total. Eighteen girls, Fourteen Boys. Youngest, Nine years old. Oldest,"

    Nori finally looked at her. She was frowning.

    "Nearly twenty now Ma'am."

    Doxy didn't look at her.

    "Thank you Miss green. Hello there everyone,"

    Her voice still seemed quiet, yet it was still somehow loud enough to be heard by the children at the back. As if she was throwing it somehow maybe.

    "I hope you've all had a pleasant trip here, and that you'll have a even more enjoyable time learning and growing here."

    And with that said, the two women began splitting the group into separate lines. One for boys, another for girls.


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    Ceph was nervous but kept his cool as well as a home schooled kid going to boarding school could be…which was not very good. He felt warm but that was mainly due to his outfit being a nice shirt with sports jacket and dress pants. It was his only good pair of clothing and this was probably the first time he was wearing it. He never did like ties so he found himself having to not reach up and pull at his collar. His Sandy brown hair was trimmed to be nice and he made sure he brushed quite well today though no one ever complained about his breath.

    He had traveled via different methods than the other children which caused him some concern. Friends were picked up quickly and if he wanted even a small chance at meeting anyone he needed all the time he could get. He was going to be aggressive this time. He knew his goal was to be loyal and helpful to those around him. The trick was figuring out how.

    Mrs…Ms? He was unsure. Doxy was the lady he had first met when he was officially brought in and seated. It was not long before she was quickly moving about the place. At first Ceph had thought it would be easy enough to keep up with her. He was fairly athletic but she just seemed impossibly quick. Sometimes he was rather thankful for her insightful glow. While it caused him some concern he also knew that he himself was…different. As such whenever something was mentioned he would smile politely and nod.

    As they walked he did notice the large not ocean lake but she mentioned it was made of saltwater should he need it. To be honest he was quite unsure if he did need it or not. The part about this place that threw him off the most at first was that he was allowed to be open about his differences. No one gave weird looks when he asked things. He would need to test the difference between salt and regular water…he smirked never having thought of it himself.

    Overall he really, really liked Doxy and hoped he would have more pleasures with her. She was soft spoken, quick, and quiet. All of those were things he loved about his old freedoms. All the more reason when they turned the corner and saw the class roll up, he felt a knot pick up in his throat and when Doxy gave him a small smile and motioned him forward he signed a simple; ‘Thank you’ and moved to get in line with the boys. He felt like he was on the older side of things which was not really a bad thing. He more so wondered if anyone else knew sign language or if he was going to be writing a lot. Usually the latter was the case but either way was fine.

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    Noriko stood at the head of the line of girls. Doxy stood beside her in front of the lads. All the while, Doxy simply smiled that oh so unsettled smile of hers. Nori just stared at the ground, tapping her feet impatiently as the children arranged themselves. It seems the initial excitement was finally wearing off now. What had been a near constant din of general chatter and noise had hushed into a low murmur. There was a lot less bouncing around now, and quite a few more wearisome yawns and shuffles of aching feet.

    It didn't take too long for the students to organise themselves into lines. Noriko shot a short quick glance at Doxy. She remained unmoving. With an awkward cough, Nori took a step forwards,

    "Um, right then. Ladies, if you'll er, just follow me."

    The girl waited a moment longer. Anticipating Doxy to do anything other than just stand there really. But the older woman remained where she was. Did she even blink anymore these days? God, she couldn't even be bothered checking. With a sigh and a shrug, Noriko herded her girls away and down a corridor. It was only when she was gone that Doxy broke from her silent stillness. She looked down the corridor after them, waiting it seemed until they were out of both sigh and mind, before finally returning her attention to the boys.

    "Gentlemen,"

    She stepped to the side and gestured with her arm up a staircase.

    "If you'd be so kind."

    Nori led the girls through a corridor, up two flights of stairs and down a second hallway before coming to a stop. The girls dormitories were located on a outer edge of the Main building of the Faculty. An old building now, the most castle like of them all I suppose, the ladies view looked up and out across the empty highlands, simply a sheer craggy rock-face below them. Rummaging in her pocket, Noriko retrieved the paper she had read from earlier on the bus. Squinting, she once again began to read off names, pointing to various doors along the curved corridor.

    "Ok, lets see here. Charlotte, Marigold and Sharo... goddamit Sheersha? Is that it? Am I saying it right? Oh, ok, good. Anyway Charlotte, Marigold and Saoirse, you're all in room two together."

    "Simone, Marjan, Patsy and Teigan? Room six if you would..."


    And it went so on and so forth.

    Room two was circular, with three beds situated around the perimeter, a stone-column bookshelf standing in the centre of the room. It was a warm space, decorated in rich greens and cheerful yellows. Plenty of cushions all around and fluffy blankets to match too. Just as Noriko had earlier promised, luggage lay waiting and ready by each according bed.

    Room six had been recently decorated. And it seemed whoever had gone about doing so had been a rather big fan of IKEA. The furnishings were contemporary and functional, yet comfortable at the same time. The room reeked of Scandinavian style, or was that just the candles...




    The boys dormitories lay effectively on the other side of the main building. Doxy had herded them down this time instead of up. Down three flights of stairs and through only one hallway. Now once again on ground level, the boys dormitories were situated facing somewhat inwards. In that their view consisted of the Facultys lake and inner courtyard.

    Doxys halt was abrupt, and she needed no piece of paper to remember what she needed to know.

    "Alright then Gentlemen, Paisley and Lias, Room 8. Ridge, Barlow and MacDonald, Room 12. Miller, Harrison, Green and Wools, Room 14."

    And again, it went on.

    Room 8 was somewhat special. It was basic enough regarding decor and furnishings. Two beds, two dressers, pleasant deep blue colour scheme, nice picture of a hill on the wall, all the usual good stuff. But it was unique particularly in that it had a set of semi-glass doors that led out into the courtyard hinting towards the lake.




    There was to be a staff meeting that night. Nothing particular was on the agenda for it. The gathering was simply to discuss and acknowledge new students, any special requirements they might have, class timetables, should we have a new rugby uniform, and all that usual juicy teacher stuff. The Faculty's staff room was situated in what had lovingly become knows as 'Doxys Tower'. There wasn't much wrong with that title truth be told. For the tower was always purposefully put aside for use of the Faculty's current head.

    But certain rather malicious students (Cough*Nori*Cough) had spread rumour about the place. Tales of mysterious goings on late at night, strange sightings over the roof, all the things typical teens will eat up without question really. Doxy took the upper floors of the tower for her own personal residence. Her office resided on the middle floor while the staff room remained on the bottom.

    Since it was the first of the new Faculty year, every single member of staff was in attendance. It was a rare sight truth be told. For as the year dragged onwards, the number generally seeped down and down until reaching single figure numbers. Noriko, in a move that was still rather surprising to even herself honestly, was allowed to attend staff meetings. She was generally considered as such these days and in her opinion, was being slowly but surely suckered into a official teaching position. A thought that often managed to make her shudder.

    Nick was there too surprisingly. He was sat next to nori, the both of them discussing something niche-ly youthful. Carlisle, feeling somewhat out of place with Noriko already engaged (His friends were as few as hers here truth be told), plopped himself down next to her on her free side nonetheless. He tapped his hands upon his knees, not knowing what else to do with them during the wait. He wasn't even that much older than them really. He sure did feel it though the way they went about sometimes. Carlisle sighed.

    He was just about to start playing Tetris on his phone, but luckily, Doxy made herself known. She entered the room carrying a relatively large cardboard box. The thing clunked and clanged metallically as she effortlessly heaved it into the centre of the room. Then, cool as a cucumber, she just popped it right down in the middle, and proceeded to carry on completely normally.

    The silence in the room was deafening, almost all eyes locked upon the box. Doxy was simply going about her normal business, announcing the new timetable, introducing new members of staff, etc. It was only as she was drawing to a close that somebody finally piped up. And of course, it was Nori.

    She raised a hand firmly, and just straight out asked,

    "Excuse me Miss, but what the hell's in the box?"

    Doxy just stared at her. Noriko looked back, determined to remain unfaltering. Although she shrugged down her sleeve to hide the goosebumps that had pricked up along her arm. There was a long silence. Doxy took just two steps forwards, a palm hovering just above the top of the box. then, without a single word, Doxy opened the box, removed each article from inside, lifted it for the whole room to see, and then carefully placed it back inside.

    Altogether, there were five artifacts. The first was a long braided and in some places beaded chain. It could have been a Cingulum, but Doxy certainly wasn't giving anybody either the time or means to check. Secondly there was a Boline. The blade was milky white in colour, ivory maybe? And the leather wrapped around the hilt looked very very old. Thirdly, there was a Sphere, possibly crystal, but possibly just glass too. It was unclear. The next object was a Stang, carefully carved and finely polished. Very small precise runes were carved around the upper arcs and hilt, and the wood hummed slightly at Doxys touch. And finally, and maybe somewhat stereotypically, there was a cauldron. An old make, cast from copper with a thin swinging handle. It was the most ordinary looking thing out of the five.

    Once all had been placed back inside the box, Doxy lifted a small singed piece of paper.

    "These artefacts, along with this note, were found by myself and the Ibeyi sisters on the Facultys outer border deep within the forest. The note reads 'We'll return to take back, This and what it owed'."

    Nobody said a word.


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