Realistic or Modern ✶ 𝓗𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝔂 ✶

[BELIAL.]

✶ 𝓗𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝔂 ✶

 

[BELIAL.]

BLYTHE WALCOTT (Hecate Headmistress) & ALOYSIUS CREED (Ozwall Headmaster)

Blythe Walcott - Hecate Academy​

Magic was a funny thing. For as long as Blythe could remember her powers being present, or the warning signs that her mother had told her, she could never grasp the reality of the situation. Being someone with magical abilities, she was simply told what to do and how to control. Centuries of training and procedures had gone into the education, and the perfecting of it. Witches had been around so long, finding their niches by themselves and navigating a life without the ease of the internet or the benefit of having people who knew enough to teach them, that it was hard to fathom a life without it. To be stunted by your own lack of knowledge, with threats all around you, was a life that Blythe wished on no person. Especially not a fellow witch.

That was her motivation, six months ago, to storm into her mother’s office and state her case as to why she should open her own school in the south. It could have been the west, it could have been the midwest; it could have been anywhere. Fate had ordained that Blythe choose the south; and that ended up being for the better.

And for the worst, as well.

All the pushback she’d received from the council, or fellow educators and witches, had done little to smother the woman’s fire. She was determined to breathe safety and education to witches who deserve it just as much as any pure-blooded bloodline witch. It was an unspoken assumption, to Blythe. Evidently, only a few others believed her and her cause.

5 months ago​

The rundown plantation she’d acquired, through enough of her and her husband’s savings as well as the good word of a few benevolent individuals who met with her, was anything but an elite school for witches. The plaster was cracked, the walls had holes, and potential mice lived underneath the floorboards. Water damage had accumulated on the bottom floor and moths infested the upper floor. The size of the estate was another thing, and would require more hands than the six her little family made up.

All at once, in that initial moment of gazing up at the aged white paint that cracked and floated off at the slightest breeze, Blythe had wanted to give up. Between her husband and her daughter, reshaping this place to house girls within the next few months seemed impossible.

She looked over at them with tears welling in her eyes.

It had been Charlotte, remarkably, who made the first step forward. Maybe she’d seen the way her mother had wanted to give up, despite all the fight she’d made to get to this place, and sympathized. Empathized, maybe, for all the history that she and her daughter had with miscommunication.

Perhaps it was in that moment that they truly understood each other.

“We’ll make it work, Mom. You’re not alone.” Wise words for a kid, just barely an adult. In her eyes, Blythe still saw the skinned knee, pig-tailed baby girl she’d done her best to raise right.

This was more than a school, it would be a home. A safeplace, a refuge for witches. Beyond that, it would be a community; a coven. There was safety in numbers.

Indeed, things had turned for the better, just as Charlotte had said. Blythe was lucky to have Tabitha and her daughter, as well as Cecily, on her side through this. Riley Hart, bless her soul, had opted to come along as well. Already a small staff had been achieved, and all with dedicated volunteers.

Blythe wasn’t an optimist, but she wasn’t a pessimist either. She was a realist, in the strongest sense of the word, by spending her nights and gazing at where the future would lead them. There was light, and so many good things to come. It was a relief.

But in the darkness of her crystal ball, there was evil. On one of the last nights, with a bad storm ravaging the skies, Blythe implored the depths of her future-seeing. Three candles were lit, and the smell of a teakwood and sage incense she had lit floated through the room. Blythe was alone in the room when she saw the future. She saw something building, smoldering beneath the surface. She saw no details to what would come, but the pain she felt had cast enough insight to warn her.

She told no one.

First day - Present​

Blythe stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blouse and fidgeting with the pin on her lapel. The blouse was a chiffon egg-white with little gold flecks, and the blazer was a blushing rose colour, not unlike the last blooms that lived in the greenhouse. She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and ran a finger over her lip, contemplating all the work that had culminated to this point. This first day. Finally.

Some of the girls had already made residence in the school prior; those who were on the street or had no better place to live. Blythe wouldn’t have made them wait, and insisted that those stay prior to the first day of classes. They were still expecting a couple of the students today, and it would be a glorious welcoming ceremony.

Summer had winded down but the humidity stuck. Today was lucky enough to have a bit of a breeze, warm at that, that rippled the foliage outside. The insects that lingered at the swamp toward the back of the property chittered all through the day, settling the air with a ‘lived in’ feel. Blythe could feel the sweat threaten to frizz the back of her hair, but she continued to plaster it up with the palm of her hand. A good impression is a lasting impression. It’s time to show these girls that this isn’t just a home for wayward youth. This is an opportunity for them to grow to their potential. This is what a school should be.

No doubt her mother would be communicating with her before the end of the day. A phone call or a commune through the enchanted mirror she’d been given as a parting gift. Blythe hadn’t been foolish accepting the present; she knew that her mother had bugged it. Whether audio or visual, Blythe figured her mother wanted to keep an eye on her and the school-- maybe to gloat, maybe to come swooping down and close this place as soon as it opened.

She wouldn’t allow her the luxury, and kept the golden hand-mirror upside down in one of the closets in the bedroom.

Taking one last moment to primp, Blythe was satisfied. She checked the watch on her wrist, mentally processing how much time she had before the few girls arrived. How much time to round up the others? How much time to get the ceremony prepped?

Oh, there was never nothing to do.

Swiftly moving to the window after hearing a trickle of laughter escape, she stuck her head out and saw two familiar bodies laying on a picnic blanket and giggling. Her lips pursed.

“Girls!” She called out. Charlotte’s head looked up lazily, and with a squint she waved a hand up. “Come help get things ready for the ceremony!”

She watched an exchange between the two before Charlotte looked up again, sticking a thumb up to the window. She didn’t figure they’d be moving any more swiftly, not with Charlotte there at least. Sighing outward, she turned from the window and made her way out into the hall.

Looking around she noticed the bursts of activity. She’d recruited all the hands she could get to set up for the opening day ceremony, as well as to introduce the new girls to their rooms. Blythe caught Riley on her way down the stairs.

“Riley dear, could you be an even bigger dear and let the girls know they should be dressed-- if they aren’t-- and cleaned up for the afternoon’s activities?” Blythe said with a smile, giving the older girl a squeeze on the shoulder. “By the way, thank you for all you’ve done so far. We’ve got a whole year ahead of us, but I’m glad to have your help.”

Blythe continued her way down, heels clicking against the pine floorboards.

Aloysius Creed - Ozwall School​

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce your headmaster, Aloysius Creed!” Adam Kent said, pulling a tight smile and gesturing to the man beside him.

Aloysius was a figure of intimidation; from the strong gaze that pulled across the room to the way he held himself, wearing a pristine suit with tiny fleur de lis embroidered in the jacket and trousers. He was not a man to be trifled with, and he took the order of organizing an entire school for hunters in training very seriously.

He himself was a seasoned hunter, an ex-member of the Order of Malleus; discharged on account of the injury to his leg. He carried himself high, but he had an oiled, wood cane at his side at all times. He hated to admit that he needed the mobility aide, but he hated more the students that stared at it. You lost his respect that way. Eye-contact was the surefire way to get any response out of Aloysius that wasn’t a stern glare or a growl from the back of the throat.

Aloysius and the other teachers stood at one end of the expansive mess hall. Students alike sat on the benches, rapt with attention. He surveyed the crowd for a moment, savouring the held breaths and silence that persisted.

A smile broke out on his face, exposing shining white teeth. It was not friendly. It was customary.

“Good afternoon students, and welcome to another year at Ozwall School. Those of you who are new, welcome to our home. I call this a home not because you will be spending the next nine months under rigorous training and exercise, and at the end of the day you may rest in your beds… but because it is well-protected. You, in turn, are protected. Every success you make this year gets you one step closer to being considered… for a greater purpose.

“As everyone who is a returning student knows, our most gracious benefactor, Clyde Cymbeline, visits in October to hand-select those who are deemed extraordinary in their achievements. If you want to impress him, and bring pride to your families, you will do your best. No, not your best… your greatest,” Aloysius let the words simmer on his tongue, and buzz through the heads of the youth in front of him. To a table on his left, with the more experienced students who were in this elite group, he gave a look. A knowing look; perhaps the closest thing to pride that Aloysius Creed would ever bestow upon a student.

“I will accept nothing but the finest of results from you all.”

AGreatPerhaps Kimby TheFool dendygar Mook-LandStrider Out Of Words ghostvillage idalie Hell0NHighWater .chxrryette.

 

[dendygar]

Clarice Rothman
Hecate Academy : Back lawns
Mentions: BELIAL.

Clarice wasn't by any means surprised when she was roomed with her childhood best friend, and a newer girl named Eliza. At least, Eliza was new to Clarice. The red head sort of stuck to the same crowd for her entire life- and that was her family, or the people adjacent by the closest possible degree. It wasn't for lack of trying- but being blind made people uncomfortable. It made kids uncomfortable not knowing how to talk to a blind girl. Even though Clary wasn't held back by the disability, people treated her like she was.. and that was the worst part. But that's not saying being blind doesn't come with it's challenges.

Like that morning, when she got up to get dressed, she put her shirt on backwards and misaligned the buttons, until she noticed the button mishap and fixed it. She relied on others partly for fashion sense- Charlotte always made sure that she didn't look like a total clown in public. She wore a blouse with a cami beneath it, having lightly pushed it off of her freckly shoulders to ward off the stickiness of the Louisiana humidity. Lying with a hand on her flat stomach, her other arm was lying across her forehead. "And then, and then I says to him, 'I don't know how you want me to make you corned beef hash when you don't even have a mouth to eat it with'!"

Before she could laugh for too long, Clarice inhaled sharply when she heard Mrs. Blythe yell at them. "Do we gotta get up?" The red head mumbled, before sitting up on her palms and turning her head, tracking the path of a nearby bumble bee. Clarice was allergic to bees. The sound of the summer cicadas was deafening, like some sort of hysteric crescendo coming to a head. Adjusting herself on her knees, she blinked a few times before turning her head towards the swamp. "You hear that?" Clarice asked very quietly, before suddenly jumping out of her skin at the sound of a cat fish jumping out of the water and thrashing. Her hand flew to her ears first, and then her chest. "Jaysus fookin-" She cursed in her thick Scottish accent.

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Tabitha Rothman
Hecate Academy
Interactions: Open

How important were first impressions to Tabitha Rothman? They were everything. Judgements were instant and the first impression one has on another is going to stick with them for the duration of your relationship. For this reason, everything needed to be perfect for the girls. The food, the grounds, the classrooms.. well, the classrooms were as good as they were going to get for the moment- for Tabitha, it needed to look like the perfect place for the new students. So perfect, that they wouldn't want to stray away, to sneak out, to disobey. Not that disobedience is something she's worried about- not by any means.

She'd been up all night the last several baking, cleaning, perfecting her work space and class space, drawing up lesson plans... Today was the big day that it would all begin. The last of the student body were arriving, and their lives were about to kickstart and change for the better. Walking quickly in her heels and wearing a professional, sleek black dress, her hair was tucked away effortlessly with pins, her wedding ring still glinting on her finger. Tabitha Rothman walked with a perfectly straight back, her strong chin held high and addressing those around her with the upmost respect and professionalism.

Staying near the front door, she eagerly awaited to see the new children pull in and come celebrate their new lives.

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Bram Crowe
Ozwall Academy
Interactions: TheFool Hell0NHighWater

Sitting in the pews alongside his mates, Bram Crowe's warm brown eyes watched with intrigue as the semi-crippled man walked up to the podium and began to talk. Shortly before this, Bram hadn't been paying attention to much of anything, sort of just going with the flow the way he always did. This was his second year at this school. Or was it the third? Time was starting to blend together for Bram. His parents lived their same, boring lives. Bram lived his own same, boring life. But this was a welcome change in pace- this new Aloysius guy seemed like a hard-ass. Some of the boys here needed that. Bram needed that.

Things had always come easy to Bram. The boy just had a natural pull to him- good looks, good grades, good friends.. even new skills. He learned how to shoot a gun properly and hit perfect targets within two weeks, where some could never master such a skill within years. Soccer he'd won trophies for. Archery? That was his shit. The curriculum had stopped being challenging months ago, hopefully now they would pick up again with the new year. Sitting on his other side was Matt, a guy he'd practically considered his brother. "How much you wanna bet Alistair Harper's gonna walk up and try to make awkward conversation after?"

Alistair Harper was the school kissass. Came from a good family, was an ugly, snobby little worm. He always stepped on others trying to climb his way to the top and get recommended to Clyde-Fucking-Cymbeline. Bram had convinced himself Clyde Cumberline-Cyanide-Cranberry- whoever he was- wasn't real. Just some gimmick to make the boys work harder- whatever dude they'd hired for the pictures or to come by the school was a paid actor.​

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

xxxx

Location: Ozwall Academy: Auditorium


Interactions: dendygar | TheFool

MATIAS J. WILLIAMS

“Good—"

And that was all he needed to hear. Half bent over the back of his seat, Matias watched the back of the auditorium from an inverse perspective. There was a sudden elbow in his side, a harsh breeze of air flew from chapped lips causing him to snap up in his seat, "Dick, what the fuck!?"
There was a 'shhh' from the row behind him; Matt turned around long enough to flip the other boy off before looking back to his brother.
"Sit up straight. And for God's sake, try not to be such an embarrassment," There was a note of exasperation in his brother's voice that didn't quite match the anger in his gaze. Matt held eye contact with him for another beat before glancing away with a shrug.

He sat still for all of two minutes before he was sliding down in his chair mentally screaming. One would think after being at this school for the past two? three? years and having to sit through the past two? three? orientations, it shouldn't be required. It was a waste of time.
He groaned a little to himself, sliding down in the chair even further. He was half way on the floor by the time a force harshly jerked at his collar. Richard pulled him by the back of his shirt, forcing him to sit back in his seat, "Are you fucking four!?"
A grin slid across his face, "Could be. Have you been keeping track of my brithdays? Because I haven't."
Richard growled in response, "Get your fucking act together," Matias opened his mouth and Richard clamped his hand over it, "or I will make you."

For an instant there was a real flare of rage in his gut, heating his chest, and he took a long deep breath. His jaw was clenched so tightly that his teeth began to grind together. When Richard pulled his hand away, Matias gave him a fake smile before sitting in his seat properly.
"—nothing but the finest of results—"
Yeah that wasn't going to happen; Matias tuned back out, gaze wandering across the rest of the stage. A pair of eerily similar green eyes were glaring a hole into his face. Matt flinched slightly, clearing his throat and casting his gaze to the twin terrors sitting on the other side of Richard. He gave Harriet a cheeky wave before a voice diverted his attention.

"How much you wanna bet Alistair Harper's gonna walk up and introduce himself after?"
"How much are you willing to lose?" He hummed in retort, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk brewing across his lips. Matt quirked a brow, forcing his features into something snobbish, "Oh Mr. Headmaster, Ser, the name's Alistair Harper and as your very best student, better than anyone in the entire world, would you allow me the honor of sucking your dick?" He snickered before dissolving into a low chuckle.

Sure enough, Harper strode onto the stage as if the audience wasn't forced to be there.
Matt wasn't sure how long he could endure this. His stomach growled and seemed to make the situation that much worse. Not only was he bored out of his mind, but now he was bored out of his mind AND hungry. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Bram, Bram, the man, let's blow this popsicle stand. We don't have to be here right—"
There was a hand on his other shoulder as Richard leaned into his personal space. His brother smiled at Bram, "Don't encourage him."
Matias rolled his eyes, giving an exasperated sigh as he fell back into his chair with a pout.

 

[Out Of Words]

Location: Hecate Academy: Front Lawn
Interactions: Open

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I'll go with you.

"You'll have a home, a room, schooling, you'll be part of a very special family."

Those were the words she remembered. For all the thoughts in Alyce's head, those words repeated like a mantra, over and over. She almost didn't go back to the state run home. Since losing her twin and her parents in a fire two years ago, Alyce was a child of the state. They paid for the facility she stayed in immediately after the fire and hospitalization. Alyce had grief issues and needed time to recover from the trauma. Only, Alyce wasn't entirely certain she had recovered. Still, the woman's words echoed through her head, comforting like a warm blanket in winter.

"Home. Family. Home. Family."

Alyce almost didn't go back. In fact, she had actually followed the woman several blocks before coming to an abrupt stop. A sharp pain caused her chest to constrict, and her steps to falter. She had to go back, just to gather what things she had left behind. There wasn't much, but they were her things. HERS! No one else's. Panicked at the idea of someone else in the home finding her bag, much less rummaging through her belongings, Alyce did an about face and ran all the way home like this little piggy. The only thing missing was the 'Wee wee weeeeee'.

A block away, she stopped running, so she wouldn't be flushed and out of breath. At the door, she smoothed down her hair, and her clothing. Entering the home, she gave a small smile, and walked calmly to her room. She didn't have to share a room because no one wanted to be in the same room with 'crazy Alyce'. She knew she had to play it smart. Alyce suspected they were talking to the facility again, thinking of sending her back, calling her crazy when they thought she couldn't hear. One needed to be smart, play along, show them how normal she could be.

Surrounded and up against a wall, I'll shred 'em all and go with you.

Alyce giggled once the door was closed, and a glance given to the mirror on the wall. "I know." A grateful smile given, then Alyce was quickly retrieving her backpack from underneath the twin sized bed. It had been a gift, when she was brought to the home. They let her pick out a backpack, and she chose a blue owl shaped bag. They tried to tell her it was for little girls and take it away, but she growled and held onto it with both hands. The case worker didn't have the energy to really fight and Alyce got an owl backpack.

Spoiler

Granted, it wouldn't hold a lot, but Alyce didn't have a lot. There were a couple of outfits she liked, those were rolled up and stuffed at the bottom. A small stuffed pink pig went in next, followed by what jewelry making supplies she had; chains, links, and a tool set in a bright green case. Alyce dug into the back corner of her closet, and grabbed the box of Twinkies. Oh! She couldn't forget the small wad of cash she had amassed during her time there. It wasn't a very large sum, just whenever Alyce could pocket a twenty from the resident 'mom', or rather, from the purse. School wasn't starting for several days still, she could use it to get a hotel if she needed.

Alyce shrugged the backpack on as she moved to stand next to the mirror. Fingertips of her right hand touched the cool surface, and she gave the reflection a bright smile. "Weesha una 've lyseware." She whispered to the girl in the mirror. "Setso." Nose was scrunched up with the following grin, followed by a bit of a wave. Alyce turned away and made sure the sitting chair was quietly jammed under the handle of the door. Moments later, she was out the window and running down the sidewalk, taking a sharp right at the end of the block.

I'll go with you.

It was a blur over the rest of the week. Alyce made it to Belle-Chasse downtown, and stayed at a small motel that had seen better days. She slept a lot, when she wasn't eating out of the vending machine, and watching TV. It was the type of TV you had to hit on the side now and then to get the right reception. Most of the food from the vending machine was stale, probably out of date, but still edible. The night before she was supposed to arrive at school, Alyce made sure to wash her favorite outfit; a white dress with a generous amount of mesh panels, some stitching along the outside giving parts of it the appearance of being inside out, and a hemline in the back long enough to drag on the ground just enough. Then she wanted to take a long shower, and get a good night's sleep.

Two out of three wasn't bad. Alyce talked to her reflection more than she wound up actually sleeping. She was nervous, understandably so in her mind. The talking helped her feel more confident, helped her to believe this was going to be a good path to take. It was going to be better than okay, maybe for the first time since the fire. They could do this. There wasn't a choice, really. They had to do this.

The next day, with her blue owl backpack on, Alyce climbed out of the taxi the hotel manager was nice enough to call for her. She made the taxi stop a block away and let her out. Right hand pressed hard against her stomach, as if by will alone, the butterflies would stop doing barrel rolls. Her left hand held the strap of her backpack in a white-knuckled grip. Was this going to work out? She had doubts again, they flooded from every which way, threatening to drown her in the deep.

If you find yourself in a lion's den, I'll jump right in and pull my pin.

A giggle bubbled forth, and the action had Alyce breathing again at least. "S'lly." It did the trick though, and Alyce put one foot in front of the other, finding reserves of determination deep inside. Alyce always had felt stronger with her twin. "Weesha otis." A bit of a nod to her head, and she turned, heading toward the front of the large building. Alyce started out with confidence and a grin, but as she searched the faces for the woman who found her, both started to slip away. Each step forward felt heavier, and heavier, making Alyce slow. Her gaze darted left and right, and a growl formed inside her throat. How could one feel cornered in such an open area?

This is stupid. It was just another facility. Why was she feeling afraid? Left hand let go of the backpack strap over her shoulder as Alyce sought to feel the ridges of the scars along her right arm. Fingers brushed over the remnants of the house fire, a breath taken in, then released. Rinse. Repeat. She could just stand around and wait. Watch, observe, learn what she was supposed to do now. Learn what was expected of them. Alyce stopped in her tracks several yards from the front steps. She was just regrouping, fortifying herself, as she forced herself to breathe. Any moment, and she'd start to move again.

I'll go with you.

 

[BELIAL.]

Charlotte Walcott
location: Hecate academy back lawns interaction: dendygar

Louisiana was... different. Sure, it had the sweltering heat of her youth spent bouncing between Massachussets and Texas that she had yearned for for so many years, but it wasn't... cute the right thing. Thing was too light of a term, place was better. Place. Texas was vast and had the Stanbridge farm she dreamed of returning to each and every summer. Massachussets was bland, boring and smothered in a fine layer of gold (or was it silver?) dust. She had hated it there; hated the cold, hated the bitter people and the even more bitter windchill.

Here, no, here was alright. Different, yes. Alright. Charlie had a different layer of skin than her mother, and it simply sweat away the humidity. She thrived in this, letting the sun blanche her strands and tan her skin. The freckles that formed she encouraged, she liked to be cooked. Baked. Well, that'd have to wait for some other time... away from here.

Dad liked it here. Charlie recognized how good it was to have her dad back, full time co-parenting with her freaky floral scented mother. Dad was cool, calm... normal. Charlie didn't hate her mother, but she did regret most of the time she spent smothered by the woman. It was always Do this Charlie, practice this way, or No, no, you can't do it like that you'll hurt yourself! There was no end, to the teenage girl, of her mother's ramblings. Charlie, having just turned eighteen over the summer, reasoned that she was plenty adult now; plenty capable of starting to carve her own path. Most young adults did that, right?

Not the witchy kind, however.

So she found her freedoms when she could, for at least the new academy in Louisiana was a thousand times better than the torture chamber that was Parris-Walcott. Some freedoms came in the form of picnics, like this lunchttime, with her best friend. Clary was as reliable as a blind person could be, in that she provided plenty of comedy fodder and presence to be around. Charlotte was sure that the feelings were mutual, but she went ahead and had the girl around 24/7 anyway. Were they any less mentally stable, and a lot more co-dependent, they probably would have hiked away to start a commune in the swamp.

She rolled onto her back on the blanket, feeling the sun beat down on her chest. Charlie lifted her shirt up, exposing her stomach. She hadn't a care; and it wasn't like anyone really cared either. Another lovely benefit to the fabulous, expansive grounds of Hecate Academy.

Charlie looked over when Clary finished her joke, smiling and uttering an audible laugh despite being a bit lost on the joke. Perhaps she'd been too busy half-asleep in the warm blanket of humidity, stomach full of grapes and at least seven of the cookies that Clary's mom had baked the other night. Her laugh was choked, maybe a little forced. "Wait, what--?"

"Girls!" Came the ever familiar chime from a window above. Charlie groaned, lifting her body up and gazing up, squinting her eyes and throwing a hand to shade from the glare. Her mouth stayed half shut, almost in a groan and almost in a smile. "Come help get things ready for the ceremony!"

Charlotte quickly gazed over at Clary, who had a frown creased on her face. "Do we gotta get up?" The redhead asked, and Charlie shook her head. "Hell no. I mean, eventually, unless we want both our heads on a pike right outside... But, you know what, soon," Charlie muttered and then quickly gazed back up, shooting a thumb to her mother. Satisfied, the blonde demon slinked away. Charlie groaned, flopping back down on the picnic.

She watched Clarice, a habit she enjoyed, just to see what the girl was listening for. Like a superhero was often Charlie's thought, especially her first, when she realized how acute Clarice's hearing was. Like a bat or nay; a blind person forced to survive in an ableist world, Clarice was adept at hearing.

"You hear that?" The redhead asked and Charlie shrugged, rolling over to paw through the basket. She poked through, hoping for a couple more spare cookies, she had the spine scared straight out of her when Clarice jumped loudly and cursed even louder. Charlie looked over in alarm, an eyebrow shooting to her forehead.

In the distance, at the shallow inlet of the swamp on the property, there was the leftover splash of a fish diving back under the water. Charlie narrowed her eyes and made her way up to her knees, dusting the front of her pale yellow Duran Duran shirt (four sizes too big, courtesy of Dad's clean laundry pile). She put her hands on her hips and clicked her tongue at the girl on the blanket.

"Just a fish, Clar. What happens if it's something bigger? You gonna just lay there... and take it... like a little virgin?" Charlie snickered, jeering as she leaned in close. "Mister fish wants to take your girlhood, Clar. He won't take no for an answer, but he says if you can eat an acceptable amount of eggs... he will permit your freedom. How many could you eat Clary? This is improtant, remember, it's your virgintiy on the line. We won't be able to sacrifice you at tonight's ceremony for the new girls!" Charlie whispered her threat, giggling closer to Clary. Eventually she emitted a sigh and collapsed back onto the blanket next to her friend. She rested her head on the girl's shoulder, blowing air out of her mouth.

"I'll be honest, this summer was fun only because I didn't have to do any stupid fucking magic lessons. We were building, and crafting and... being a family. Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this Harry Potter fuckall, and I have been for years. I know I whine all the damn time about it but... UGH!" She threw her hands onto her face.​

 

[AGreatPerhaps]

Riley Maya Hart

Location: School ground, Hecate Academy
Mentions: Blythe and Charlotte Walcott ( BELIAL. ), Clarice Rothman ( dendygar ), Kattia Angelos ( Mook-LandStrider ), Alyce ( Out Of Words )

Riley was incredibly excited for the first day of School. She loved Ms. Walcott and she was so excited for the School to open the doors to so many different people. She hadn't liked the atmosphere at Parris-Walcott even if she did love learning about her abilities and how to use and control them. Too Elite. Too snobby. Her parents agreed. So when she wanted to move down south with Ms. Walcott who was opening a more inclusive, more progressive school, they were all for it. Leaving Parris-Walcott in the middle of the year to set up the Hecate school in the middle of the year from scratch meant losing almost a year of study, but for Riley, it was completely worth it. Her parents were worried about her being a very Canadian, very gay girl in the south but they knew they couldn't fight against her morals and the best they could do for her was to stand at the sidelines and be there to pick if she falls. Riley realized that this was the reason why she was not afraid of a lot of things.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Ms. Walcott,"Riley dear, could you be an even bigger dear and let the girls know they should be dressed-- if they aren’t-- and cleaned up for the afternoon’s activities? By the way, thank you for all you’ve done so far. We’ve got a whole year ahead of us, but I’m glad to have your help.” Riley's heart (Hart geddit. Hehe sorry) filled with pride. She was glad to be of any help to anyone but especially her teachers, especially Ms. Walcott. Now for the hard part. Getting the girls to dress. She spotted Charlie and Clarice on the lawn. "Charlie you heard your mother, could you please take care of you and clar? Thank you" Riley smiled at Charlotte Walcott. She loved the dynamic the two girls shared. Clar kept Charlie humble and grounded and Charlie was the fiercely protective of the redhead.
Smiling she started looking for Kat. She was always protective of people around her but Kat was different. They related. She had taken the younger girl off the street twice. Riley was so relieved when she had stayed the second time over. The girl was hurt and Riley could not bear to see hurt again. She made Riley realize that she was so incredibly lucky to have been adopted by such a good family. Spotting Kat off the side of driveway, Riley jogged over to her. She had bought a couple of outfits for Kat for the opening ceremony. She hoped they fit the taller girl. "Let's get ready for the opening ceremony tonight. I've gotten a surpri..." Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted, a timid looking girl, stopped a couple steps short of the school gates, probably a student, daunted by the prospect of starting fresh at a new school. "Hey Kattia, why don't you head to your room, I'll be there soon." She smiled as the taller girl left to go to her room. She went to the gate and waited for the girl to see her. When she didn't, Riley moved forward, "Hi, I am Riley. You can call me Rye. I am assuming you're here for the Hecate School. Come in, I will show you around. What is your name?"​

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Kattia Gabriella Angelos

Having come outside nearly an hour ago Kat relished in the fresh air, the stench of the swamp and the noise of insects all around. The blonde girl meandered her way around the school for nearly a half hour before finally coming to a stop just off to the side of the driveway. Looking behind her to make sure there were no rocks she sat down before laying on her back in the grass. Looking up to the sky Kat began to reflect on the events of the last two weeks. Things had moved so quickly that she didn’t even have time to fully process out what was happening to her. Though, despite having to make decisions on the fly with little thought she believed that she did pretty well for herself, all things considered.

Despite this Kat still felt apprehensive, she was here to do magic but magic had only ever brought her some form of pain. The blonde haired girl brought a hand up to the wound on her shoulder before feeling it almost as if she didn’t entirely believe it was there… or didn’t want to believe it was there. The pain made her wince and derailed her thought process just as she heard a voice call out from the house. Sitting up Kat raised her arms to stretch before getting up and onto her feet.

Eyes snapping over to two girls, Kat wondered if she should walk over to them but recognized them as Clarice and Charlotte, the daughters of a teacher and the headmistress respectively. Feeling a little at ends about approaching them she did however raise an eyebrow as she listened in on their conversation. Kat couldn’t help but to laugh as the two of them continued on with their crazy conversation. Finally working up enough courage Kat began to walk towards them just as Riley began to walk towards her. Stopping Kat waited for Riley to approach.

Smiling wide at the older girl Kat was happy to see her, after all she was the entire reason why she was here. “Hey!” Kat said enthusiastically before listening closely to what Riley had to say “Oh, yeah I can go back inside but what’s the surprise?” Kat asked barely able to contain her excitement mixed with anxiety. Seeing Riley look away from her Kat looked behind her to see a girl standing alone. Looking to Riley she began to walk away before turning around and walking back just as Riley began to speak to Alyce. Walking up to the pair Kat smiled but let Riley finished before speaking up “Hi! Im Kattia and its my first day here too. I don’t really know what to expect but I can tell you thats its a little better than being out there.” Kat quipped as she began to nervously toy with the gloves she had on.

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[dendygar]

Clarice Rothman
Hecate Academy : Back lawns
Interactions: BELIAL. AGreatPerhaps

Clarice's eyes widened as she listened to Charlotte ramble and babble about a merman taking her virginity. "I think you vastly underestimate how low my standards are." Clary smirked wildly, "You see, I don't gotta look him in the face when we shag. As long as he's got the parts- and they're decent- but you gotta try 'em out first for me. Last I checked, you were the fish-dick connoisseur." The two girls were literally sitting there and talking nonsense out their asses, but Clary started to giggle and laugh wildly, nudging at her friend and play fighting. When they collapsed back onto the blanket in a fit of laughter, she felt a familiar weight on her shoulder.

Clary turned her lower half sideways and tangled her legs together with Charlie, tilting her head and resting it back on Charlotte's. Their soft hair blended into a sweet strawberry blonde where their heads met. "Honestly, it's not the most unreasonable thing to whine about." Clary understood where Charlotte was coming from. They had been connected at the hip practically always, even thousands of miles apart. "Growing up with parents the way ours are, the magic shite's shoved down our throats 24/7. It's exhausting. Trust me, if I could change all of this now and give up magic- what fuckall little I have- and go to a regular 'muggle' public school, I would."

When she heard Riley, Clarice audibly scoffed. "Can't you see we've been ready?" She called back, shouting it at the sky. They were already dressed for god's sakes. "Today's going to be fuckin' exhausting."

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Bram Crowe
Ozwall Academy : Auditorium
Interactions: Hell0NHighWater

"Oh Mr. Headmaster sir, will you make me the happiest boy on earth and give me a reach around?" he smirked and nudged Matt playfully, unable to stop snickering and chuckling with his friend. He felt one of their teacher's eyes boring holes into the back of his head, so he resolved himself to stop.. for the moment. But it was pretty funny. Then, of course- Alistair actually fucking did it. "Oh my god, what a buffoon." Bram brought his large hands up to his face and rubbed it tiredly and also in disbelief.

Bram began to look over and raise his brows, and he was silently hoping that Mattias would suggest blowing on out, but Dick grabbed his shoulder and said 'don't encourage him' like he was some sort of loyal dog. Hey, there's worse things to be, right? Sinking further in his chair, he tilted his head back and swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he closed his eyes. If this dumbass assembly was going to take a while, might as well get some shuteye out of it. His masses of brunette hair flopped back as he did so.

His breathing slowed and he forced his jaw to stay closed even though it wanted to slack. His body felt heavy, and he was sort of in a lucid state, barely hearing what was happening but maintaining enough awareness to get the gist. Bram had always had a hard time sleeping, ever since he was a kid. He got better rest napping during the day than a full 8 hours at night, because he could sleep deeper during the daylight hours. Night time was fun time. "Matt, psst," He grunted softly. "Wanna go to Six Feet Under tonight?"​

 

[Out Of Words]

Location: Hecate Academy: Front Lawn
Interactions: AGreatPerhaps Mook-LandStrider
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Here I am.

Waiting and watching, had once again, proved to be the answer. Two girls approached, one closer to her height, one very not. Both offered up their names, but when she heard Rye, she murmured softly, "But you just can't go wrong with the rye, Or the kaiser. ." No, that wasn't the other's name. "The Kattia." Alyce gave a quick laugh, then covered her mouth with fingers. Still, she smiled as she greeted both of them. "Hello. I'm Alyce. Alyce Breckenridge."

I am lost in your land.

Alyce shook her head and waved a hand near one ear, as if she had a bug flying around her head. Sometimes, she didn't want the words in her head. She had to play it smart, right? Alyce needed to appear more normal than not. She wanted a home, she wanted a very special family. Hands ran down the sides of her dress, fingers latching onto the mesh panels so she could feel the little teeny tiny holes in the mesh. Kept her fingers busy.

This might have worked for longer, if the one called Kattia had not pulled her focus. A small frown drew lines in her forehead, as she very clearly looked at the gloves upon the tall one's hands. Her fingers itched to reach out and feel the material for herself, to grab the covered fingers and set them free. Alyce gave a low growl and bunched her hands tighter into the material of her dress before she stopped herself.

And I hope you will be.

Another shake to her head, and the smile was worn once more. "Sorry, it's .. very confusing. And.. warm." Stay smart, Alyce. "I'm not fond of .. crowds." Be normal, Alyce. As normal as you can pretend to be. She could be good. She would be good. She didn't want to be the 'crazy Alyce' again, she didn't need that kind of notch on her bedpost. Though a fear suddenly shot through her. She still hadn't seen the woman who found her in the first place, there were too many faces. Was this a mistake? A ruse? What if her name wasn't on any invitation list? "I.. I'm on the list, right?" If she wasn't, Alyce was certain she would scream, pain be damned. Damned like she felt she was.

Creeping in my soul.

 

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[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Eliza had remained in the room while the other two, Clarice and Charlotte went out for their picnic. The other two girls were friendly enough to her considering she was a newcomer to both the academy and the world of witchcraft. She could tell they were close friends the moment she arrived and felt a bit awkward being the third around them. Normally she would jump at the opportunity to make new friends, but had been mostly keeping to herself since she first arrived.

The feeling of homesickness hit her more than ever. Miss Walcott had taken care of things concerning the accident and arranging for Eliza to stay at the Academy. Though it provided her protection from the hunters and a chance to learn more about her powers, it meant giving up on her old life back at central city.

Luckily her dad was able to send the majority her things to the Academy with the exception of her electronics. He wasn't impressed she had gone to a party in the first place much less sneaking out with a boy. So withholding her phone was the least he can do as a punishment for it. He had also sent a note that had gone along the lines of

"Holy crap magic is real. I asked the head witch lady to look after you so good luck out there kiddo.

P.S. You'll get your phone back when pigs fly Love, Dad."

Eliza kept the note near her desk as a gentle reminder to learn some kind of spell that would give a pig wings and ship it to her dad. She had finished putting on a black dress with sheer sleeves and made her way towards the back lawns to see what her roommates were up to. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[.chxrryette.]

Piper Moon

Currently listening to: "Graveyard" by Halsey​

Lugging around a heavy suitcase was enough to make Piper question the worth of all her luggage. Was it smart to pack the entirety of her room up into one medium-sized suitcase? In her mind, she’s saying “yes,” but her back and flimsy arms were yelling back a solid “no.” She could recall her father specifically saying not to bring her entire room along with her for the trip, but she could also recall herself ignoring whatever her father was warning her about. Perhaps, that was not the smartest decision Piper could have made, and such disobedience did put her into a less-than ideal situation. Yet whatever the case may be, Piper was still extremely happy to have finally arrived to her destination: Hecate Academy. She’d definitely have to take pictures and send them to her father.

She took a moment to really immerse herself in the environment, observing every single detail with a bright grin. The academy, at first, did not look as spectacular or extravagant as Piper had originally imagined, but nonetheless, the excitement she had felt never once dulled. She quickly took off her headphones, letting them wrap around her neck as she continued to the front entrance. She could vaguely hear the voices of potential classmates, and even though she was tempted to drop everything and run to the action, Piper had to stay on track. First on her list, find wherever the heck her room was. The problem was that she had no idea where she was going. Upon arriving (or rather, skipping cheerfully) to the gate, Piper saw what would seem to be two classmates. Maybe she’d actually be able to find out where exactly she was supposed to go? Plus, making friends was also top priority in Piper’s book.

“Hello! I’m new here, do you guys know where I’m supposed to go because... I sort-of don’t.” Piper snorted right after her sentence, her signature dimpled-smile appearing directly after.

mentions: - - - || interactions:@AGreatPerhaps & Out Of Words & Mook-LandStrider || outfit: link || location: entrance to hecate academy​

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll​

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

xxxx

Location: Ozwall Academy:: Auditorium

Interactions: dendygar | TheFool

Music in Matt's Mind

MATIAS J. WILLIAMS

He was so insanely bored that his mind had begun to wander. He imagined the beat of a kick drum accompanied by the chimes and symbols and an enthusiastic synthesizer. He imagined that they formed together to imitate the song he had been listening to earlier this morning. His right leg bounced in time, drumming his fingers on the back of the chair in front of him.

"Matt, psst," he stopped pretending to drum, shifting his face toward his friend and roommate. "Wanna go to Six Feet Under tonight?"

The smile he gave his friend was positively devious, "Is water wet? Of course I'll go, when have I ever had anything better to do?"
"You have lessons—" Matt turned so fast that he almost gave himself whiplash, wagging a finger in his brother's face.
"If I wanted your big head included in this conversation I would have asked."
"My big head? Have you looked in a mirror recently?"
"I try to avoid mirrors as much as possible, lest I become full of myself like some people."

Matias turned back towards Bram, "As soon as they dismiss us from this hell, I vote we head back to the room and change into less...Ozwall-y clothes." He shifted in his seat, his right leg bouncing once more to an imaginary beat, "Maybe this time we can convince Hux to come with us."

"Or, and hear me out Matias, you could actually put effort into something. I have a sneaking suspicion that classes are going to be a lot harder this year and you should at least make an attempt to start the year off strong." He was quiet for a second, expression deadpan as he took in his brother's stupid face. Richard, in some ways, was very much like Alistair Harper. He put 110% into everything he did and had the grades to show for it. The major difference was that most people tended to actually like Richard. His brother was many things, but he wasn't a completely soulless asshat. Matt pursed his lips, humming, "That's gonna be a no from me dawg."

Richard massaged his temples, "You can't keep dodging your responsibilities—"
"I don't know, I've gotten rather good at dodging. The boys call me the dodging king—"
"Literally no one calls you that—"

Richard's comment went completely ignored as he turned back to his friend, "Oh Bram, we should probably ask Mr. Guiterriez if he's got any open slots for this weekend. With the All Hallows Eve Ball coming up the town's going to be poppin' and it could be a good opportunity to play for a bigger crowd."

There was a long sigh from his other side, "Fine. If you won't listen to me then I'll just have to go with."
Matias blinked, both brows shooting to his hairline, "I'm sorry, what??"
Richard lifted his shoulders into a defeated shrug, "I'm going with. I'll see if Harry wants to meet us there."

Stunned into silence, Matt's mouth opened and closed uselessly, shifting his gaze between Bram and Rich.

 

[idalie]

Thomas Walcott

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Rust flaked off over his hands, sticking to the rough crevices as he dragged the wire brush back and forth the greenhouses iron cast decor. Some last chance work before the ceremony Blythe had spoken about in passing. Thomas knew little about the inner workings of witchcraft, not unless it was something his wife and daughter had discussed. He’d never been obsessed with the idea of learning every little thing, all he needed to understand was whether Blythe was happy and when to avoid being turned into a newt. His bad humour aside, this place felt like a good one to begin again. Here, he could hold his family and put aside the worry of when he’d see both his girls in the same room. The summer they spent together building it up would remain fond memories in the years to come. There was love, real love in those walls and that was a gift to all the lost and wayward souls who may come to pass through them.

Tom glanced up at the sky, sweat glistening on his brow as he realised how much time had passed. Digging around for his battered mobile in the pockets of his overalls, he fumbled with it till the lock screen lit up. He had time. Clambering down the ladder and grabbing his toolbox, he threw the wire brush in and shut it with a heavy clank which woke Teddy up. The old lab found his feet with a long stretch before wandering over and plonking himself by Tom’s feet.
“I know fella,” He stroked the top of the dog's head, “Let's get outta here, Teds, long day ahead.”

The gardener paused for a moment before they left, indulging in the quiet and wavering heat. Almost like home. Sometimes you’d sit on the porch back on his family farm and the only sounds you’d hear was the wind through the tall grass. He sighed, picking up his tools and walking toward the old house, Teddy faithfully at his heel with tongue lolling. He entered through the back of the academy, shifting his shoes off at the backdoor and leaving the tools on the step before progressing further. Up and into where the staff slept, he found his and Blythe’s quarters to change into a tidier button down rather than one of his old tees, a collection which was getting smaller by the day thanks to Lottie. You looked away once and half his wardrobe was hanging off some skinny teen with a bad attitude - he liked to think she got that from him. If anything her taste in shirts was great. Call it a silver lining.

He washed his hands thoroughly, finding soil still packed under the nails and rust colouring his skin so much so that you could tell his occupation even after he’d scrubbed them raw. Splashing his face afterwards to freshen up, he’d put on his good boots and ambled off with time to spare.

Making his way downstairs in the footsteps of his wife, it was no surprise he ran into her and Tabitha. Everyone was eager to get the day started and that, he could understand if nothing else.
“Bly!” He swooped in with a kiss on the cheek before glancing up at Tabitha again with a grin, “Mornin’, hope you ladies are ready for a handful. I’d wish you luck but-” He dragged in a breath through his teeth, “Well, I jus’ think counsellin’ would be more effective after you finish the semester.”

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[Hell0NHighWater]

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11:23am
[div class=leftchat]Have you arrived yet?[/div]

11:45am
[div class=leftchat]Allea, please let me know when you arrive.[/div]
[div class=leftchat]As in text me.[/div]
[div class=leftchat]Or call me.[/div]

12:05am
[div class=rightchat]Getting out of the car now, txt u l8r tonight[/div]
[div class=leftchat]Kk! Love you![/div]
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Stepping from the confines of the car, her hand came up to shield her eyes from the sun. For an October day in Louisiana, the weather was quite nice and she rather enjoyed the lack of extreme humidity. Russet orbs surveyed the school building, absently aware that her suitcases were being pulled from the trunk. Allea turned on her heel, giving the driver a smile as she moved to set her handbags on top of the suit cases, "Merci."

"You're welcome, Miss Allea. I wish you luck for the coming school year." The older man, Jeremiah, gave her a sweet smile and a thumbs up. A tiny laughed bubbled up from her, pulling the old man into a hug. "Take care of my Aunt while I'm away and take care of yourself too, or I'll call your wife."
His chest vibrated as laughter rolled out of him, patting Allea on the shoulder, "No need to threat'n. Everyone will be just fine while you're away, Miss."
Nodding, she stepped away from him and curled her hands around the suitcase handles. Allea cleared her throat, feeling the sting of tears threatening to slide out and in a conscious act of rebellion against emotion she tilted her chin up just a bit higher.

"Good." She squared her shoulders, turning towards the Academy campus, "Drive safe, Jer."
Deep down she knew that if she looked behind her she might cry, so she kept her gaze on the school entrance. It would not be proper to dissolve into a puddle of tears in front of peers and possible room mates. She would have to live with these women for the next couple years and could not afford to make herself look like a dunce on the first day. Image might not be everything, but it was still something. Taking a deep breath, she dragged her suitcases behind her as she walked. There were already a gaggle of girls loitering further up the drive and she hesitated for a heartbeat. She had never been very good at making friends.

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she continued walking, keeping her head high and shoulders back. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she ignored it as she came to a stop beside the cluster of other girls, "Excuse me?"
Allea pulled her bags to rest beside her and for one horrible second she completely forgot what she was going to say. She pressed her lips together, surveying each of the young women with standoffish indifference. Allea waited a beat for an answer before deciding that she could probably figure it out on her own, "Never mind."
Her gaze flicked toward the front door and she took off to the entrance with bags in tow.

Hecate Academy was a quaint little school with an unhealthy obsession for beige. Her nose crinkled in distaste, absently wondering who in their right mind thought this color scheme was acceptable. She almost felt as if she were walking into a halfway home. Allea frowned a bit at that comparison, looking down at the floors with clear apprehension. Unless she wanted a million and six splinters, going barefoot around here didn't seem like an option. Her gaze found a older woman standing near the front door, she looked about the same age as her aunt with a slender frame and fiery red hair. Clearing her throat, she approached the woman with a strained smile, "Hello, I was wondering if you would know where I could put my bags?"
She forced herself not to fidget, keeping her body locked and her chin up.
Appearances needed to be kept, always.
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[AGreatPerhaps]

Riley Maya Hart

Location: Dorm Rooms, Hecate Academy
Mentions: Piper Moon ( .chxrryette. ) Kattia Angelos ( Mook-LandStrider ), Alyce Breckenridge ( Out Of Words )
"Hi Alyce. You are definitely on the list. Now relax. Calm down. you're definitely on the list. In fact, Kat here, is going to be your room mate. IS that all your stuff? Cool. Well what are you waiting for, com on in." The timid looking girl followed Riley inside the gates and Riley smiled at her. She wanted to make her feel as comfortable as she possibly could. They were about to start walking toward the school when She heard words directed towards her. “Hello! I’m new here, do you guys know where I’m supposed to go because... I sort-of don’t.” Riley turned around and saw a girl smiling directly at her. She recognized the girl for the girl was supposed to be her roommate. "Hi, Piper, am I right? I'm Riley, your new roommate. You can call me Rye. This is Kat, and this is Alyce. She said with a smile. An of course, we'll be happy to help. We are going to the dorms right now to get changed for the opening ceremony tonight. You could just tag along if you want to." Once Riley had the girls consent, they headed to the dorms.
Seeing the girl struggle with the luggage, Riley Smiled and too the suitcase off her hand. Both the new arrivals were quite curious, Alyce seemed to be looking for someone, or something in particular. Blythe, Riley guessed. Piper, on the other hand was just looking around at the school curiously, with maybe a hint of disappointment in her face. "I know it might not be as lavish or extravagant as you might have imagined, but we have worked hard on it and the inside will make up for the dull outside. We wanted to make sure that the stuff that we actually need was top notch before we tended to the school grounds. Also it will eventually be as perfect as it should be. Ms. Walcott's husband, our groundskeeper is going to do a fantastic job" Riley said proud and maybe a little bit defensive. As they reached their dorms, Riley stopped in front of the girls. "Girls, today is a very important day for the academy. We're opening today and i know that the elder Ms. Walcott is watching pretty much everything there is going to be. Know that woman, I want everything today to go perfectly. I don't want her to have any chance to sling any mud onto Hecate." She was apprehensive. Not just the Walcotts were watching, her parents were too and she wanted them to think that she had made the right choice by leaving the more established, elite school for a start up school that accepted everyone for who they were, one that did so while maintaining the same high standards of education that Parris-Walcott did. "Hey, Piper, that is our room. I'll join you there in 10 minutes. If you need anything, I'm in the girls' room." Piper left for their room and Riley followed Alyce and Kat into their room. Lying on Kat's bed were dresses that Riley had brought as a surprise for Kat. Well so much for surprise, Riley sighed. "Hey Kat, I got those dresses for you. Try both of them on and choose whichever you want to wear to the ceremony." Riley smiled at the tall blonde. Turning to Alyce with the same smile Riley continued,"Alyce, judging by the size of your backpack I am assuming you don't have anything formal in it. Don't worry, we're about the same size and we can find you a dress, that you will look fabulous in. Or a suit. Whatever you prefer." She led the girl to her room and sighed. As much as she was excited for the opening ceremony, it was till stressful as heck.​

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Kattia
Location: Girls Dorms.
Interactions:
Alyce, Piper, Riley, Allea
AGreatPerhaps Out Of Words .chxrryette. Hell0NHighWater


Looking Alyce up and down Kat almost immediately picked up on some of the quirky girls mannerisms. “I’m not a fan of crowds either Alyce, I tend to only deal with them when I need to so I think that’s something we definitely have in common.” Kat said with a smile. Though she seemed to pick up on Alyce staring at her gloves. Moving her hands behind her back she twitched uncomfortably, though tried her best to hide her slight discomfort. Looking over to Riley Kat partially waited for her to continue things along before she heard a voice behind her. Turning around Kat saw another girl standing there and immediately Kat felt better at having yet another person to talk to.

“Hi, I am sure Riley could tell you where you are supposed to go.” Kat exclaimed as she tried to push her enthusiasm back into its cramped and barely contained box. Looking over the heads of the other girls Kat saw another person arriving at the other end of the driveway. Watching the woman closely Kat could see the excess and rich life oozing from the girls every pore. Despite the apprehension she felt Kat prepared herself to greet this girl as happily as she did Piper and Alyce… there was to be no favoritism from her. The woman however had a different plan. Kat decided to let Allea speak up first but the girl just seemed to awkwardly stare for a long moment after saying excuse me.

Tilting her head Kat watched before Allea blurted out ‘Nevermind’. Feeling alittle at ends by the girl’s reaction she began to nervously toy with her gloves once more, her hands no longer hidden behind her back. “Oh.. uhmm okay.” Kat mumbled out in response to the girl. Her mind was redirected as Riley spoke up. Turning her head back towards the other girls Kat finally got a name to put to a face. “Nice to meet you Piper.” the tall blonde quipped.

Quickly moving behind the other girls Kat followed them into the house, listening to Riley as they went. Kat still had no idea how deep any of this ran… up until two weeks ago she thought that she was some devil spawn, a freak of nature. Now, she stood among others to bask in the knowledge of an art stretching back untold millenia. The fact that she was about to be apart of this scared her, she was still afraid of using her magic, the thought of something terrible happening to her still fresh in her mind. Despite these apprehensions she felt like she fit in somewhere for the first time in her life. She wasn’t being scolded, chased or stabbed because she was different, it felt weird. “I take it we will learn some history in regards to what we are? I don’t really even know… I mean.. I guess I should find out myself.” Kat mused as she thought over taking her gloves off and touching objects that were brought in over the past two days alone.

Turning a corner Kat followed Riley and Alyce into the dorm she was to be sharing with atleast to her knowledge Alyce. Looking around her eyes snapped onto two dresses that looked stunning… and happened to be placed on her bed. Without being able to control herself Kat let out a surprised and stunned shriek of joy at the prospect of the new clothing. Slamming her hands over her mouth her entire face began to rapidly turn red as a beet. “Sorry…” Kat stammered as she began to tear up a small bit. “They looked beautiful.” Kat mumbled. Before Kat could turn and hug Riley the two girls walked out leaving Kat alone with the dresses. Quickly deciding she closed the doors before literally bursting out of her clothes to put the dress on.

Spoiler: Kat's outfit.

 

[Kimby]

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[div class=tag]interacts[/div] dendygar BELIAL.
[div class=tag]tags[/div] n/a.
[div class=tag]outfit[/div]

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[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Eliza made her way to the back lawn where Clarice and Charlotte were having their picnic. She just caught the tail end of their conversation about wanting to get away from magic. Eliza couldn't help but anxiously wonder why magic seemed so bad to them. Though lessons at the academy have not started yet, she knew better than to wish for another day spent at her old high school.

Without her phone, she didn't know what everyone back at central thought happened to her. Everyone who is anyone was at the party, though only she and Tyler H. were alone together when her powers exploded in his face. Eliza would come to regret running away without looking back, she never got the chance to apologize or explain.

She snapped out of her thoughts at Clarice and an older girl who had been helping Miss Walcott named Riley exchange some words. Eliza then approached both Clarice and Charlotte with a smile,

"Hey roomies, nice day for a picnic."

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[Out Of Words]

Location: Hecate Academy: Dorm Rooms
Interactions: AGreatPerhaps Mook-LandStrider .chxrryette.

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I could stay right here.

Alyce let out an audible breath of relief when it was confirmed she was on the list. The smile was as big and as bright as possible. When she was informed that the other girl with Rye Rye would be her roommate, she wound up giving a closer examination of Kattia. Kat Kat. Oh oh! Kit-Kat! Alyce giggled and scrunched up her nose in delight at having an inside name for her new roomie. To avoid touching things, she kept her hands occupied by holding onto the straps of her backpack as she trailed along behind Rye Rye.

They almost had another girl join them, but she must have been looking for someone else, as she moved on without an exchange of more words. But they picked up yet another girl on the way, the journey. The epic quest to obtain bed and lodging. So one plus two is three, plus one is four. Four. "Ah ah ah ah." Alyce couldn't contain the little sounds the Count from Sesame Street would make when counting. Pretending she hadn't said anything, Alyce was suddenly very interested in the building they entered. It looked nice enough to her eyes, maybe a little too light, too much of the same color, but it wasn't lived in yet. She was excited to be a part of it all.

And never ever leave.

Alyce murmured, "I know, right?" Thankfully, the timing was in her favor and it was shortly after Rye Rye spoke about the groundskeeper doing a fantastic job. She gave a quick closed lip smile, one of those 'didn't say anything' type of expressions, with a brief lifting of her eyebrows and shoulders simultaneously. She listened, really she did, it was usually the same at any new place. Don't mess up. Don't let them see you mess up. Don't this. Don't that. Alyce gave a little nod of her head now and then. She knew how it worked, it wasn't like she intentionally messed up.

Oh, then they were shown their room, Alyce and Kit-Kat, though it looked like Kit-Kat already had selected a bed. And it had pretty dresses on top! Alyce tilted her head to the left, while a brief glance was given to the rest of the room. It was better than the facility, better than the state home. Pretty sure it was almost as good as her room back home, before the fire of course. Before Alyce could fall into a downward spiral remembering the fire and all it cost her, Rye Rye was talking about needing something formal to wear. Definitely not something stuffed into her owl backpack.

What else do I need.

Alyce would have to settle in after a little bit, for it was clear she needed to follow Rye Rye. She hadn't even set her backpack down, not about to leave it to be rummaged through by someone else, if they did that here. Alyce was pretty sure they did that everywhere. The question was a dress or a suit, well, the question was implied more than asked outright, but Alyce responded all the same. "I like dresses. Suits are okay, too. Depends on my mood, but dresses are usually best."

What else do I need.

 

[ghostvillage]

Adeline Edith Scott

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location: Hecate Academy Entrance
interactions: dendygar
mentions: Hell0NHighWater

After she said her final goodbyes to her sister, she took in the view. The location was beautiful, and very green. She was excited to be surrounded by so much nature. The building itself was quite large, and she was dreading going inside. So many new and stressful things were waiting for her. Tightening her grip on the straps of her backpack, she took a deep breath and headed towards the two people she saw in front of the door.
After the girl who looked to be around her age asked about her bags, Adeline looked to the older woman "Also, where am I supposed to go? I know nothing."
Adeline's expression looked vacant, but that just meant she was either very nervous or very focused. She was very nervous, and fidgeted with the end of her sleeve. She didn't know how the girl next to her looked so composed.

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[BELIAL.]

Charlotte Walcott
location: Hecate academy back lawns interaction: dendygar Kimby

'Muggle' school. Wasn't that a funny term? Charlotte hadn't been too 'versed' in literature like her mother, but she wasn't dumb either; where novels and fantasy stories like Harry Potter existed there was some evidence about how fucked the logic of all this magic secrecy/publicity was. Her mother had told her that JK Rowling was a witch herself, and while she had gotten some aspects right, there was still a whole underbelly of real darkness that no one touched on. Things weren't glimmer and be-dazzled in magic, Charlie had seen some of the adverse effects. She'd heard stories of some of the more infamous tales of witches gone rogue. The thought hadn't ever occurred to her-- she wasn't evil-- but she had some sense to reason that they weren't inherently all bad, were they? Never an optimist, Charlie still liked to give people the benefit of the doubt (unless they ripped the wool right over her face, then they deserved no sympathy), especially people she didn't know. It was easy to reason outside of the fence, where nothing could harm you.

Riley's voice broke through, and Charlie squinted yet again to see the older girl standing by the house. Her eyes rolled and she stuck another thumb out, not ready to move whatsoever. "Today's going to be fuckin' exhausting," Clarice said. Charlie nodded, smushing her cheeks together with two fingers as she mused on the events that would follow the day.

"You can say that again," she replied, rolling her eyes. Then a thought broke through, like a stroke of lightning on a bare field. She whipped around, bouncing on her stomach with her chin on her hands. "Say, do you still have that fake ID I got for you?"

The air of intrigue was broken as another person arrived, and Charlotte was inclined to think it was another 'gentle' reminder to get a move on. As a matter of fact it wasn't, but was their roommate Eliza. She was a pretty girl and she seemed to have a good sense to her. Charlotte liked the girl well enough, but with the flurry of events that had swept up the summer, she hadn't really had the chance to get to know her all too well.

No time like the present.

"We'll talk later," Charlie whispered in a hushed voice to Clarice. Her tone changed and her eyes brightened in a quick flash. "Hey Eliza!" Charlie said, sitting up again. She tucked her feet beneath her bottom and waved to the girl, patting an empty spot on the blanket. "You're just in time for some procrastination deliberation. Ceremony's tonight and we've been lumped to the 'help duty'. Blythe's got this whole thing planned, something she got from Parris-Walcott, with a little Louisiana 'flare'." She twinkled her fingers for emphasis, her eyeballs rolling.​

 

[dendygar]

Clarice Rothman
Hecate Academy : Back lawns
Interactions: BELIAL. Kimby

When Charlie bounced on the blanket, she looked over and sat hunched like a little gargoyle with her hands on her cheeks. "Hm?" The redhead asked, one ear still turned towards the swamp in case if that catfish decided to grow legs and a prick and waddle on out and steal her virginity like Charlotte had been threatening. "Of course-" but suddenly she was cut off, and Clarice turned her head the other way to listen to Eliza if she decided to talk. Six Feet Under was an amazing place to go and hang out and get a few drinks. The atmosphere was unlike anywhere else in the city- she doubted in the entire world- and they had an awesome karaoke station and a separate stage. That was the main hangout spot when she and Charlotte decided they wanted to be a wee bit more rebellious than usual. Clary blinked lazily and began to track that bee again, which was getting closer. "Hey, Eliza." Clarice didn't have much of an opinion about the girl, but she had a lovely speaking voice. Clarice didn't trust her- but then again, Clarice only trusted a total of three people. Clarotte, her mom, and her fraternal grandmother. She wanted to trust Mrs. Blythe, but.. she just couldn't. Not with the power that she had.

"Pop a squat, babes." She patted the same spot as Charlotte did, fixing her sitting position so that she didn't look as bizarre. The cicadas had quieted down, but now were starting to sing again as a soft breeze rustled the grass and Clarice's bright red hair. Clary yawned and lied back again, resting one hand on her stomach and the other behind her head.

"Help duty, schmelp duty. If me mum didn't work here, I'd use bein' fuckin' blind as an excuse to not do shite." She smirked and breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of the fresh air.

Deciding to maybe extend the invitation to their roommate, who would no doubt be wondering where the girls went after the ceremony, Clarice asked, "You busy after the ceremony?" She turned her head and looked in Eliza's direction, her eyes soft and unfocused. Charlie would probably get annoyed that she was inviting a stranger, but..

Well, Eliza hadn't done anything wrong yet.
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[Kimby]

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[div class=tag]interacts[/div] dendygar BELIAL.
[div class=tag]tags[/div] n/a.
[div class=tag]outfit[/div]

Spoiler: dress

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] "Well after all my unpacking and settling in from the summer I could use a little R&R." Eliza accepted girls' invitation and proceeded to sit down on the free space of the blanket. For anyone else, they may have felt intimidated rooming with the daughter of the headmistress and a daughter of an instructor of the academy. But Eliza had dealt with people always tiptoeing around her since her dad was police. She spent a lot of time trying to prove she wasn't some high and mighty narc people assume a police's daughter would be. No, she wasn't a delinquent as a result, but good trouble always knew how to find her. So for the first time, Eliza didn't have to worry about proving anything about herself. And she figured after having been rooming with Clarice and Charlotte, they seemed to get into good trouble themselves.

She didn't know too much about the other school, Parris-Walcott, but what the others had implied when she asked about it a couple of days ago, it seemed like Eliza wasn't missing out. She initially asked about it in hopes of finding a trace about whether her mother would have attended. Something she has been meaning to ask Miss Walcott but hasn't found the chance to just yet.

"If you two are up to anything fun, don't count me out." Eliza grinned, she figured she would use this as an opportunity to get out of her funk and finally get to know her roommates a little better.

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