Realistic or Modern The Academy of Beaufort: The Awakening (NOW OPEN & ACCEPTING)

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DO NOT POST HERE UNTIL I GIVE THE OKAY! (CHECK THE LORE AND I WILL SHOW YOU ALL HOW THE INSIDE OF THE SCHOOL LOOKS LIKE TOMORROW, BUT NOW IM TIRED AND WILL WRITE UP THE 'OTHER' TAB TOMORROW)
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Dear New Student,

We are glad to inform you that you have been accepted to The Academy of Supernaturals, also known as The Academy of Beaufort. As Alexander Beaufort the great would have wanted it to be, having a community of support, understanding and learning from one another, we do the same here at Beaufort Academy.

We are an Academy that never sleeps in order to accommodate our students. Once the sun goes down around here, the fun begins to roll out. Even though there are creatures lurking around, it may not be wise if you are faint of heart to attend our Academy, but as Beaufort used to say, “Those who wish to discover the unknown must first be willing to accept the unknown.”

We hope that you take the time to read the History (LORE), list of creatures that attending the school (LORE), and your Schedule, Rules, and Dress Code. You will submit a form to us (CS) so that we have a record of you and for other purposes as well. Also because we want to know what kind of student you are.

We hope you have an exceptional time here at Beaufort Academy!

Best of Luck,
The Academy of Beaufort

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Spoiler: Click Meh, if you dare

PLEASE OH PLEASE, I ASK OF YOU TO CHECK OUT THE LORE OF THIS RP. I PUT MY BLOOD, SWEAT, TIME, AND TEARS INTO THE LORE OF THIS RP AND FOR YOU NOT TO CHECK IT OUT AND GO AHEAD WITH THE RP IS NOT ONLY GOING TO BE HARD FOR YOU BUT DISRESPECTFUL TO ME. () I PROMISE IT'S FILLED WITH JUICY DETAILS AND VERY IMPORTANT FOR WHEN YOU'RE MAKING YOUR CS!!!!

In the RP Thread, I hope to set it up in Seasons. Season 1 being Academy and the mingling of different species, and then working our way from there in the future. The Academy is filled with adventure, secrets, mischief, romance, action YOU NAME IT, only if you’re willing to put the effort in making this the juiciest RP here on our large Nation.

HAVE FUN AND HAPPY ROLEPLAYING

Love,
Sprouhtt
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[sprouhtt]

Temperature: About 50-60 degrees out and Sunny
Day or Night?: Day (Morning)
Location: All students are gathered in the beautiful courtyard which is decorated for move-in day with flowers, a band, welcome committees and much more.

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Hi!
When you're about to post please add the following below to your CS! ENJOY!

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Today February is the perfect month for Move-In day, today also marks the day that history will be made by having humans join the academy.

Your character gets dropped off at the front of the gates and their bags are taken by the workers and brought to your assigned rooms to save you some time since the academy wants you to start enjoying your time here. The sun beams down on your skin as you and other students are instructed to follow the signs leading to the back of Academy. From there you are amazed at how beautiful the academy is and wonder how you got so lucky to being accepted here.

You see a tall woman standing in red high heels and a red knee-length slim dress. Her golden hair is pinned up into a neat bun, and she pops out even more with a beautiful red color lipstick that shines in the sun.

That is your Headmistress, Christiana. They say she is the strongest and slightly the oldest living Pureblood on earth, rumour has it that she and Alexander were very close friends, and others say that she is the one that Alexander Beaufort built this Academy for, a couple of centuries before he went missing, but those just rumours right?

She steps up to the microphone and begins to clear her throat and began to speak.

"Welcome Students To The First Day of Move-In!

We at The Academy of Beaufort welcome you with open arms and we are excited to have you all here today, we hope you all brushed up on your facts about the Academy because I heard your history professors talking about having a quiz on the first day. I would not want to be in your shoes right now. "

The Headmistress lets out a little chuckle.

"Now, getting on with my speech, I want to make it short and sweet to give you all enough time to unpack, unwind, and mingle with each other.

This is the day that will go down in today's society and the history of The Beaufort Academy, the first time our Academy has ever opened its golden gates to humans.

For a while, we have all had our differences, and we all know that. But it is time to put those differences aside and learn how to co-exist with each other.

At the Academy, we have done everything possible to make this happen. Such as having the genders/species mix with each other whether it may be sleeping quarters, classrooms or even cafeteria. We want you all to form bonds, and really learn and grow from each other, in hopes of giving the future a light in which it can shine on the generations to come.

We hope that you all have an amazing academic year and make lots of new friends.

Thank you!" Headmistress Christiana began to exit off the stage before she forgot to say a couple of more things, so she walked back and gathered everyone's attention by clearing her throat.

"A couple of last things, as you may know, you all had your bags brought to your rooms, there you will see whether you have a roommate or not.

You were also told of the masquerade ball in your acceptance letters that will take place tomorrow night, there you will mingle with each other and get to know one another. Promise me no mischief will take place (hehe). The dresses and tuxes that you all picked out and sent in have arrived and will be in your rooms the morning of the masquerade ball. I hope you all enjoy, have a wonderful time! I will be looking forward to seeing the great changes to come to this university." Headmistress Christiana said.

The Headmistress Christiana gets a couple of nods, snickers and laughter from the crowd, not sure whether to trust it or not she shrugs her shoulders just a bit and dismisses everyone to do whatever they want to do for today.

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Spoiler: THE CHARACTERS/ROLEPLAYERS

Fleur E. Caron (Full Witch) nymphadora.

Amariana Devington (Human) sprouhtt (me hehe)

Valentina L. D'Angelo (Pureblood) @gr00vy

Leoric Faus (Hybrid Witch) @enigmatic1

Jennifer Hyde (Vampire---Bitten) Jinx of Chaos

Vera Silvestre (Purebred Werewolf) @NightPhoenix

Kamaria Aten (Pureblood) erzulie

Casper D. Ford (Hybrid Werewolf) nymphadora.

Judah Novakovich (Duo-Misce --Half-blood) madame moiselle

Elora Navarra (Human) sophie.

Nathaniel Knight (Pureblood) @ThePotato

Accalia Megalos (Duo-Misce) AnimeGenork

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Felix Simone (Polutana [Vampire/Human) AnimeGenork

Elsie Eldwald (Full Witch) Ungifted ;-;

Winter Intrye (Vampire --Bitten) Jennete

 

[Jennete]

Winter
"and suddenly you know, it's time to start something new"​

location: Orientation Meeting

mood:Nervous, Excited

with: Everyone?

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She looked up at the building. So grand and majestic and… “Oh my god it’s so big… too… many… windows.” She felt her skin itching a pricking but it wasn’t from being out in the sun for too long. Oh no. It was from this. Mother would take her back right now if she called...well begged to come home. Sure Mother had been a little upset when Winter was caught with the acceptance letter. But it was for HER safety.

Winter had only been a vampire for one year and already she needed serious serious help. She knew Mother meant well but it was hard to teach a new vampire how to control herself when she was afraid of just leaving the house. Looking at all the people, Winter bit the inside of her right cheek, a nervous tick. The humans surrounding her smelled… delicious… Winter lowered her head and scurried into the hall, breathing as little as possible so her gums would stop aching. Once she was inside, the feeling of exposure lessened… but “Oh my god it’s just as big on the inside!”

She groaned, her hand clenching around her purse in a white knuckle grip. The rest of her bags had been taken by who knows who. Fancy place. As she was being led to her dorm, Winter noticed something. Everyone was...not wearing their uniforms. Wait? Wasn’t there a uniform? Were they not supposed too?! Oh god oh god! It only takes the mind 2.6 seconds to notice you. And 30 before their impression and perception of you is complete with 53% of that being factored by appearance! This was a nightmare of scientific proportions!

“Maybe… nobody will look at me for longer than 30 seconds… Just become invisible Winter. Invisible.” So many students were walking up and down the grand staircase. Maybe she could just blend in? Standing in the crowd, she stared up at the Headmistress. What a powerful beautiful woman. She spoke of the ball, so exciting, and friends… Winter really hoped she could make a friend… Of course Mother warned her of the danger of friendship… and who could replace her mother as her best friend?
But… it would be fun to meet new people?
Maybe? ​

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[nymphadora.]

❝ FLEUR CARON. ❞

"Last night was so fun."
"I know, I would love to go again with you."

Fleur watched from the back seat, trying her hardest to focus on her Instagram feed instead of her father's sweet murmuring to his latest catch. The night before, Fleur sat by herself -- miserably -- cooking herself dinner while her father was out on another date. It wasn't the first time Fleur had spent her night alone, it was quite frequent due to her father's demanding job and recently opened love life. She didn't dare complained to him though, Fleur enjoyed seeing her father happy for once. The teen knew she wouldn't endure it for long, the plan was the make a quick pit stop to drop of her father's date before he would drive her to the grand gates of Beaufort. With a slam of the driver's door, Fleur leaned forward to reach her father as they continued to drive, "Are you going to see him again?"
"Probably not."

The female stood in front of the grand gates as the sound of her father's sleek car drove into the distance. Even if it wasn't her first year, the endless feeling over nervousness that churned in her stomach never seemed to go away. A group of helpers soon came rushing towards her, hastily grabbing Fleur's belongings and a coat-hanger covering up a gift from her mother, a gift Fleur wasn't looking forward to see. "Watch it," She hissed, "break any of it and you won't see your wage for months." Fleur didn't mean to sound so rude, but her tiredness had slipped through for a moment. That was often the result whenever Fleur decided to talk to the spirit and try to find out how her future will look like. She always got the same result, nothing, the spirits were often tricky creatures to deal with. Nonetheless, Fleur pulled a strong, confident face and headed towards the castle.

Fleur was only half listening to the headmistress' speech, her mind wandering elsewhere as he studied the new faces of the student body. Just by the aura of their spirits that faintly hung around their bodies, Fleur could pick out the monsters from the beasts. Out of the corner of her eye, the female noticed a pretty blonde -- strangely, already in the school's uniform -- anxiously freaking out to herself. Fleur rolled her eyes and glanced at the wall, noticing the school's vigilante, Casper, sneaking around the group. A scoff escaped from Fleur's plush lips, last she heard about Casper was that he was carrying a hammer around with him. Strange, guy.

As her thick heels clapped against the wooden floorboards of the hallway, Fleur quickly raced away from the large crowd and headed straight to her dorm room. She wasn't in the particular mood to interact with anyone, especially with the throbbing pain that radiated from the balls of her heels. Fleur dodged past cheerful students, her long hair whipping behind her, as she reached for her copper door handle and slipped inside. The feeling of relief crashed over Fleur as she hurried to the edge of her bed and slipped off her boots, forcing them to fly gracefully to the corner with a flick of her hand as she sighed with happiness. "Thank, God."

tags open. • where dorm room. • outfit qt.​

 

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Her vacation had ended all too soon for her liking, her fiancé had been sweet enough to take her on a romantic trip to Florence. Despite their engagement being more of a business deal than an agreement between two people who loved each other, the two of them enjoyed each other’s company and traveling together. Kamaria and her fiancé had known one another since they were children, they cared for one another as family would but there was no romantic feelings between them. Kamaria was pulled from her thoughts by the car coming to a stop. Like each move in day her parents and fiancé would see her off, wishing her well and luck with her studies. Kamaria waited until her door open, and once it did she placed a hand in Emiliano’s open one. “Thank you jeclahay.” She pecked his cheek chastely.

The Aten family then said their goodbyes. Her parents hugging her and wishing her well in in a mix of English and their native languages. To those that observed them the family seemed cold, their mannerisms curt as they spoke to one another. But the love they held for one another could be seen by them, as they preferred to keep images up when in public. All to soon it was time to depart, her bags were all taken out and moved to her room. Once her family left Kamaria turned on her heel and walked through the gates with her head held high and posture straight, oozing the confidence and elegance that came with being an Aten.

Kamaria was greeted as she sauntered to the courtyard, and there were some they she returned and others she completely ignored. She could feel the stares of others, the looks of awe on some and fear on others caused her to smirk slightly. Kamaria arrived just as the headmistress began her speech. She listened in silence but her mind was moving a mile a minute. When she’d heard that humans would be allowed to attend her school, she had been aghast. To think that their sanctuary would be tainted in such a way. Kamaria pursed her full lips but otherwise was expressionless. As if she’d be interested in making friends with that lot. At least there was something to look forward to. The masquerade had always been her favorite thing about returning and this time was no different. Kamaria had spent all of her time picking the perfect dress and mask.

Seeing as the speech was over Kamaria began to look for a certain French witch. They’d talked but this would be her first time seeing in a long time, since she’d only arrived from Florence a few days again. She was one of the only people that Kamaria would be caught spending time with. They’d known each other since childhood and had hit it off rather quickly. With her around Kamaria felt like being around the humans would be more bearable.
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Elsie Eldwald

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Outfit:School Uniform
Mood: Excited
Location: Orientation Meeting

Elsie was excited about coming to the orientation.She hadn't even took her eyes off the road.Until finally they made it and Elsie took her first view of the enormous Academy.It was creepy but Elsie was used to this since half of her family are evil witches.

The Academy was big with alot of windows.Elsies car pulled up and as Elsie got out she sniffed the scent of the Academy,like...flowers?No cinnamon!That is what it smelled like cinnamon and it was a pleasant smell.
Elsie must have been looking really hard because her head started to hurt with an aching pain.Elsies mother had helped her get in to the Academy.Elsie didn't want to leave her sister and mother but it was needed for Elsie to progress on being a witch.And to he truthful Elsie wanted to get away from the awkwardness her father brought into the household.He tried to be a great father but Elsie didn't like him or accept that he left so suddenly.
Elsie kissed her mother goodbye as her mother did a small spell to make Elsie's stuff appear in front of her."Thanks Mother."Her mother kindly said "Your Welcome My sweet Agape.Don't forget the spell to make it disappear again and it's the opposite of the reappearing spell."Elsie wasn't really listening to anything her mother was saying but she nodded as a reply before her mother left.

Elsie's head was flooded of questions like What if they don't like me?Who will I dorm with?Are they nice?Well damn wasn't she asking alot of questions because she lost what she was supposed to do.Then she remembered The orientation.Elsie took a deep breath and started to walk.

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[sophie.]

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Elora Navarra
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Elora’s eyes widened in awe as her Über driver pulled into the long driveway. Her morning had been sleepless and hectic in preparation for school. She was incredibly excited to have a fresh start. New friends, new enemies and new relationships! She was staying in a hotel for the past two days, as her parents bought her an early ticket so she could explore a little.

Her driver practically kicked her out of the car, dragging her bags along the path to the school. She rolled her eyes, tempted to flip him off. Her bags were quickly taken away, and she barely made it for the Headmistress’ speech.

Immediately, Elora felt a little underdressed. A lot of the students were wearing nicer clothes. She was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of black jeans, since it was move-in day. Who would wear a dress to move in? She had to hang up lights and organize clothes, which required more movement than a dress. She didn’t necessarily blend in with the crowd either. It felt like she had a big stamp on her forehead that said ‘HUMAN.’ Regaradless, she knew how to take it in stride with a smile and her head held higher than usual.

Once the large crowd began to dissipate, Elora blindly searched for her dorm room. She had a map, but her sense of direction was about as good as a rock. She quietly searched the hallways, silently hoping that a non-human hating person would lead the way.

"but for the time being, i'm being patient"​

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[nymphadora.]

❝ CASPER FORD. ❞

Casper always hated the first day.

The rush of students, the loud crash of excited and anxious chatter, and crowded halls always made him uncomfortable. Casper was terrible when it came to social species, it was like his brain suddenly turn into a "caveman" sort of mode. Socialising didn't matter much to Casper anyway, he never really felt the need to talk out loud.

Over the holidays, Casper had spent his time wandering the empty halls of the school. As much as he wanted to catch the first plane home to spend time with his dad, it just wasn't possible financially and Casper was fine with it. He knew his dad was trying his best, and in return, Casper could only do his best so he could return home quicker. It was pretty hard when he hated the place with a passion. The voice of the headmistress boomed through the grand staircase, capturing everyone's attention except his.

The teen was too busy fidgeting to understand what the Headmistress was saying, only half-listening to what she was saying. He didn't particularly care, he just wanted to go back to his dorm. Once she dismissed them all, Casper bolted from the side of the wall into the crowd, a big mistake on his part. Casper felt lost and overwhelmed by the students zooming past him. He felt himself bumping into a body by accident. He glanced up, realising who it was and glanced back down. Kamaria.

"Uh- um, fuck bye." Casper muttered under his breath and zoomed the opposite direction, he didn't like dealing with the higher class of the school. They were always involved with some kind of drama and Casper never wanted to get involved. The teen sped up the staircase, his sneakers thumping against the staircase as he went straight to his dorm. He made it clear to one of the staff members that he didn't want to change rooms, and with a deadly stare, they listened. But, no one ever mentioned to him about roommates.

Casper stopped in his steps as he noticed a girl standing in the hallway, looking lost and confused. His blank face softened as he gazed from afar, watching her stand in the sea of students. With a deep sigh, Casper shoved his fists into his jacket and headed towards the girl. "You lost?" He asked bluntly, tapping her shoulder as he spoke.

tags sophie. . • where hallway. • outfit c + f.​

 

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"they tell you to be yourself just to make it easier to judge you."​

location: the academy's entrance
mood: pessimistic, irritable
with: kamaria aten
tags: erzulie nymphadora. Jennete



Shit.

That was the one word that defined Judah's day so far; in fact, it pretty much defined his whole summer that year. Going back to Detroit was incredibly bittersweet, and the level of toxicity he had to endure while growing up there was almost unbearable. Judah could almost feel an easing sense of relief as he walked through the golden gates of the Academy; it's as if all the tension and negativity he had stored up from his hometown had somehow slid off his shoulders, making it easier to act, to breathe, to exist, on his own terms.

The moment school had ended the year before, Judah was no longer his own man; he was forced to always go back, to 'revisit' the old family every summer, to return back under the oppressive boot of his father and the pack. And Judah hated it; he was always treated as a freak, an outsider, the runt of the family, a halfling who was nothing more than an accident that his father had so generously decided to take under his wing. Deep down, Judah's overall coldness and animosity towards his pack and home went farther and more direct than that; he knew that the true issue wasn't with the pack, or even his arrogant, rowdy, ragtag group of older half-brothers - it was his father.
Despite being miles and miles away, his father's shadow never failed to follow him wherever he went - and it irked Judah more than he thought appropriate. He hated to be dependent on his father's money, to be dependent on his father's support, to be dependent on the pack at all. Being apart of a pack meant that all members rely one another; it wasn't the wolf that made the pack, it was the pack that made the wolf. Everywhere he went, Judah could see that his father's tyrannical leadership and power did not stop with the pack or Detroit; it only grew. The moment Judah mentions his true heritage and origin to people as casual as the landlord of a roadside motel or the cashier at the local drugstore, he could see fear sparking in their eyes, even if their voices and expressions didn't tell the same tale. It was no longer Judah they saw, but the image Judah's pack painted for themselves, and an image imprinted on every member groomed and cultured by them: a powerful, dangerous enemy , and if they played the wrong move at the wrong time, they would surely pay for it.

The summer was most likely one of the worst ones yet; Judah's father was more condescending than ever. Judah's scholarly activities and reports were less than impressive; repeated suspensions for unruliness and disobedience, skipping class constantly to aimlessly wander and take his time to daydream off elsewhere, with a drink and smoke in hand. Judah's father, who hated such behaviour, was angry with him, and as punishment, told him that he better use up the last of his father's funds for the Academy wisely, because that was the last he'd ever see. This was a devastating fact for Judah - not because his father was cutting off the financial support Judah would need to survive the year, but because Judah knew that wasn't the only thing his vindictive father had up his sleeve. He would use his connections to make it nearly impossible for his youngest to find any sort of job to try and support himself during the school year, just to teach him a good, hard lesson in the classical Novakovich way.

Key word there is nearly impossible.

Though it's safe to say that Judah's father was a complete and total piece of shit, his brother was a whole other story.
In a good way of course.

If there was one person on Earth Judah would thank God for, it would be his uncle. Through thick and thin throughout the years, the man had always had his back and his respect, unlike many in the pack.
And this time was no different. Judah's uncle used his own connections and put great effort in setting up a job for Judah as a 'protector' of sorts, for a very rich and influential family's spoiled little princess this special year, the year humans are going to be allowed to attend the Academy. He was warned to not say a word about this employment to anyone, especially her.
"She would take it the wrong way and things would really spiral out of control," they had said. Whatever way they meant, Judah didn't know and didn't care enough to know. All that mattered was that he was getting paid enough to be able to survive another year.

It wasn't much, but it was something.

And frankly, it was something Judah could safely say he wasn't particularly looking forward to. He had always counted the Academy as an escape of sorts from one dictatorial, domineering trap, and he sure as hell didn't want to fall into another one.

Judah also knew that this girl and her family were anything but your typical filthy rich household; they were a typical filthy rich family of ancient and powerful witches. At first, it stirred something close to disdain in Judah; after all, witches weren't exactly favourable in the eyes of his species, especially when it came to his father, who had a burning hatred for them, calling them 'nothing but malicious magical sons of bitches'.
But what could he do? He was desperate at this point; it was either take it, and stay afloat this year, or leave it and magically become homeless. He would just have to put those pessimistic feelings aside and hope that this girl wasn't as bitchy, malicious, or bossy as stereotypes would demand.
Didn't mean that he still had major doubts though.


Judah's first day had also started out shitty - he had tried to get a cab to get him to the Academy and expected the driver to know the way. Turns out the man didn't, but had insisted they use his trusty old map (because GPS's are evil) to find the way, and ended up taking an extra forty five minutes to get to the damn institution. Judah refused to pay after such disastrous navigation, and in the end the driver gave him the middle finger as he drove away, without even helping out with his things, as it was required.

So, yeah. Shit start to a first day of school.


Judah realized upon entering the gates, bags in hand, that he had completely missed the welcoming speech, and only managed to catch the last part about some ball happening someplace and some time. Judah knew instantly what it was; the Masquerade Ball, a formal event the Academy hosted every start of the year. Judah rolled his eyes at the mention, knowing that he'd most likely just skip the whole tomfoolery like he did every year. The event was full of high-end, conceited, self important blood parasites and witches anyway.

Judah walked past the dispersing crowds, managing to get a nice hot cup of dark roast coffee along the way. As broke as he was, he could always afford dark roast coffee. He struggled to balance his things and the cup for a nice while there as he made his way to the entrance of the Academy. The grand majesty of the institution built by Alexander Beaumont hundreds of years ago no longer exhilarated Judah the way it had back when he had been a freshman. It wasn't hard to spot the newbies in the crowd either - it took Judah less than a few moments to spy a pretty-looking petite white-haired girl staring in awe at the Academy, in a uniform despite the fact that the Academy did not have a strict dress code. Judah smirked slightly as he saw the girl's expression, amused at her intrigue, as if this were the first time she had witnessed anything like it. She wasn't looking too bad in the uniform either, and Judah took the liberty to stare a little more than he should...

Until bam, he slammed right into somebody ahead of him, making them tumble down rather painfully. Judah turned in surprise, causing his things to fall out of his grip, which then led to a struggle to recatch them, but he leaned in too much, and fell nearly on top of the somebody. The whole sight was a disaster, but everything was made worse when the coffee he had in his grip also fell and spilled all over the somebody's very expensive looking attire.

Who was that somebody, one might ask?

Kamaria.

Shit.

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[Jinx of Chaos]

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Jennifer

「For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. -Ralph Waldo Emerson 」

Location: Academy Courtyard
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Jennifer sat quietly on the passenger seat. Luna was on the phone while driving, but she was using hands-free. While listening to her talk about work, Jen looked out the car window and felt nothing but happiness - a new chapter in her life was about to start, and she couldn't wait to make new friends. Her thoughts were interrupted, as Luna tapped her on the shoulder, a frown on her face. Apparently the call was over.
- You know, Im a little worried about these humans in the academy. This question made Jennifer giggle a little, and she grabbed Luna's hand gently.
- Well, stop being worried then, Im sure most of them are there for same reason as I am - learning, and making friends! Jennifer squeezed Luna's hand before letting go.
- Well, I hope you are right. The older vampire went quiet, although Jen suspected that she was still very unsure - but it was alright,

After they had gotten to the gates, Jen's bags were taken and hurried off with. It was quite new for the girl who was used to carrying her bags by herself, but she didn't think about it too much. Jen turned towards Luna, and hugged her tightly. They hugged for a while until Luna let out a little laugh.
- I'm proud of you, and I'll miss you. The older one said with a little smile, it wasn't too usual for her to be this affectionate. Granted, Luna didn't like to spend time apart from her, since she usually was the one to brighten her days. Jen had a wide smile plastered on her face.
- Aww, I'll miss you too, Luna! They let go of each other. Once Luna got in the car and drove off, Jen waved to her and first when the car disappeared from sight, the girl headed in through the gates.

There was a lot of people - well, no surprise, since the school was enormous. Jen kept following the signs as she was instructed, and soon arrived to the courtyard, which was a sight to behold. All the decorations, flowers and other things fit together so well. Because a lot of people attending the school were rich, there was many expensive looking outfits to be seen, and Jennifer looked at her own clothes. After a little pondering, Jen smiled widely - it didn't matter if her clothes weren't expensive, she thought they were nice and that was plenty enough.

A lady stepping to the microphone caught Jen's attention, and she walked a little closer to hear her better. During the speech, Jen was trying to contain her excitement and the squeels trying to get out - there were so many people she saw that seemed interesting to talk to. As the speech came to a close, Jen clapped a little. Although she had studied here before, she didn't have a friendgroup or such - in a way, Jen was a lone wolf, although a happy one. She would talk or spend time with anyone who was up to it.

And so, Jen started to walk around a little, chatting up people she either hadn't seen for a while or who she had never met before.

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Kamaria honestly didn’t know what she’d done to deserve this, well she could think of a few things that she’d done but that was besides the point. She had paused for only a second, a mere second to scan the crowd for a certain French witch when all of a sudden she was hit from behind by what felt like a brick wall. Kamaria was sent tumbling to the ground, and to top it off Coffee was spilled on her, hot coffee at that. The vampire gasped in equal parts pain and anger. It didn’t help that the person was nearly on top of her, she quickly fixed that with a hard shove. Kamaria could feel the eyes of the other students, waiting with baited breath the see how things unfolded.

Kamaria climbed to her feet with grace and looked at the person who’d dare cross her. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing the werewolf on the ground. She’d seen him around the school and had even taken classes with him, Kamaria had never bothered to learn his name though. “First day of school and already your being a burden. This outfit cost more than you, I would ask you to pay for it but I doubt that you have that type of money.” Kamaria’s tone was cold as usual, though now it was down right chilling. She pulled out her phone from her purse and sent a quick text. “Love, get here now.” She sent it and turned her attention back to the werewolf.

“I was taught to believe werewolves are in tune with their surroundings. How clumsy of you and to think that you call yourself a werewolf, but then again are you really? I shouldn’t be surprised considering your status, such a disappointment for the weres.” Kamaria looked down at her outfit once again after sending him a knowing look and a smile that was all fangs and poison. The hot coffee burned but she’d rather wear out of season clothes than show her pain. She would never show her pain as she’d been taught.

Kamaria then turned her attention to the crowd slowly, eyes sharp and able to tear down a individual. “Have you had your fill yet? Are you going to stand there like a bunch of useless fools?” She barely contained a hiss but the message was clear. The crowd began to depart rather swiftly.
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[nymphadora.]

❝ FLEUR CARON. ❞

Silence, it was a beautiful and ugly thing. Depending on what the situation, of course. But in that moment, Fleur found the silence as absolute bliss.

Did she regret spending her previous night connecting with ghosts? Possibly. But Fleur would never admit that out loud, she was too proud to admit her wrongs, just like her mother. It wasn't terrible though, all she needed was a moment to close her heavy eyes and- Buzz, buzz.

"Love, get down here, now."

Fleur's eyes fluttered open as she heard her phone buzz aggressively, a half-hearted sigh escaped her lips as she saw who the message was from. What was suppose be a cheerful smile was instead wide eyes and the "ready-to-kill" feeling churning in her stomach. Fleur knew Kamaria long enough to sense what her messages mean, it was just natural best friend telepathy of sorts, and Fleur knew that Kamaria was ready to cut someone. The witch quickly slipped her boots back on and headed downstairs, her eyebrows knitted perfectly together with the determination to rescue her friend.

With sharp turns, Fleur headed out of her dorm and headed straight down to find her friend. "Move, idiots." Fleur hissed, flicking her hand to give the other students a gentle shove with her magic, a deep purple leaving her fingertips as she parted the sea of students. Her feet stopped at the tip of the staircase, her eyes narrowing on two people and a puddle of brown in the middle of the room. "Oh my god, Kamaria what happened?"

Her shoes loud clapped as she rushed down the staircase, her ponytail flying behind her, as she came to Kamaria's side with a worried look on her face. Her hands hovered over her friend's arm as Fleur's dark eyes studied the stain that ruined the beautiful orange outfit. "Well, there goes a quelques milliers de dollars." Fleur muttered to herself quietly before turning her attention to the culprit.

In all honestly, Fleur was expecting to see some tiny, dweeb-looking student, definitely not him. His abrupt tattoos and tall figure made Fleur second guess herself, was this the guy who spilt coffee on Kamaria? She wasn't going to question her friend's judgment though, the smell of beast -- werewolf -- stung her nose as Fleur quietly scrunched her button nose, it was mandatory best friend code to back up your friend no matter what.

"Who do you think you are?" Fleur scoffed, "Are you really that thick? Thinking you could even get away with something like this? Or maybe you're just the exception since I thought werewolves were somewhat intelligent." The female's words were harsh, while Kamaria had the ability to keep her cool -- even in terrible situations -- being tired and slightly emotional was never the best mix when it came to the witch.

"This was such a cute look as well, the orange looks amazing with your eyes." Fleur pouted, stroking the fur as she sighed. "I hope this was a great start to your day." Fleur sighed, throwing a dirty look towards the tattooed male.

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Location: Academy Courtyard Mentions:N/A Interactions: Jinx of Chaos (Jennifer) With: Jennifer Outfit:School Uniform

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Name:•Elsie Eldwood• Elsie finally made her way to the courtyard.When she first saw it she was surprised it was beautiful here.Maybe I've underestimated this place.There were alot of people there and it was easy to get lost in the crowd.Elsie is great with crowds but with this particular crowd it was impossible to know if they would want to talk to her.Elsie peeked through the crowd and there she was a girl who was talking to random people.Elsie felt kind of alone and she hated that feeling of loneliness.Elsie stood there a few minutes debating if she should talk to people or not and her better judgement won.She began to walk toward the socializing female that was ahead of her.The crowd didn't agree or at least that's what it seemed like pushing Elsie's body left and right untill she finally stumbles upon the girl.The girl looked kind of shocked because Elsie was stumbling at her.Elsie had to stand up in the huge crowd and that was difficult to,she wasn't clumsy so this was really unusual.Elsie finally stood up and took a few breaths before addressing the female(Jennifer).Damn she has gotten into alot of mess to get here.Elsie finally spoke one word,"Hello!"Elsie smiled and her phone *pinged*. Must be my mom.Elsie knew who it most likely was because her mom always text Elsie as soon as she gets somewhere.Like,when she gets to school,or when she walks home when her mother is at work.Lets face it her mother is just overprotective and Elsie loved that about her mother but it can also ruin experiences.Elsie wasn't going to answer her....at least not right now.But she will when she gets to her dorm.

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[Jinx of Chaos]

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Jennifer

「For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. -Ralph Waldo Emerson 」

Location: Academy Courtyard
Interacting w/: Ungifted ;-;
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Jennifer was talking to a human girl, who apparently was very vary of the supernaturals around her. It was interesting to Jen, how humans were as worried about supernaturals as supernaturals were worried about them. It reminded her of for example fear of spiders - the spider was most likely just as afraid of someone as they were of the spider. Just the thought of how such a small, harmless creature cause such fear in some individuals made Jen amused, and she let out a giggle.

Suddenly she felt someone bump into her, causing her to almost lose her balance. However, she was able to resist the forces of gravity enough to stay on her feet. With a slightly shocked expression, Jen turned around and saw a girl. The first thing in her mind was that the girl in front of her looked adorable, and the second was to help the girl but she already got up before Jen even had the time to do anything. A wide smile rose on Jen's face as the girl seemed unharmed and alright - she even talked to her. Jen enjoyed starting conversations, but for someone to start a conversation with her was a real treat - and she would enjoy it as much as possible.
- Hello! Are you alright? Sometimes people don't look where they are going. She tilted her head to the side, looking at the girl in front of her. Jen heard the pling, but it appeared that the girl wasn't going to answer the message. The girl had beautiful features, and especially her long blonde hair and bright eyes caught Jen's attention. By the looks of it, she seemed to be new since she was wearing the uniform - but it definitely suited her.

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[Jennete]

Winter
"Step into this with butterflies in your bones"​

location: Academy courtyard

mood:Nervous, Trying to be bold

with: Judah, Fleur, and Kamaria

tags: madame moiselle erzulie nymphadora.

outfit:Uniform

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Winter turned, the hairs on her neck prickling when she saw… a boy. He smirked at her but… wait was smirking good or bad?

Men will use you and break your heart my little snowflake. No one will ever love you like I do. You are too small, too fragile to be loved. But not for me. I will always love you no matter what.

Oh right… it was bad. No matter what it was Bad. Winter knew that. Her mother taught her that. In the back of her mind, Winter could sense through her emotional link to her Sire the pleased sensation it gave Mother to know Winter was thinking of her. A smile crept on her face.

But that smile melted away in an instant quicker than a snowflake beside a fireplace. The boy in question had run smack into… well a beautiful Vampire who reminded Winter a lot of her mother. “First day of school and already your being a burden. This outfit cost more than you, I would ask you to pay for it but I doubt that you have that type of money.” The vampire said. Oh wow… was this how vampires were supposed to act? Winter cautiously took a step forward, concern on her face for the two. That coffee must have hurt so bad. And wow… she was dressed so amazingly. It was justified to be angry.

“I was taught to believe werewolves are in tune with their surroundings. How clumsy of you and to think that you call yourself a werewolf, but then again are you really? I shouldn’t be surprised considering your status, such a disappointment for the weres.” Oh wow… but maybe not THAT angry.

But then another wonderfully beautiful powerful woman approached the scene. She didn’t get scared of the two arguing or that she would only be in the way like Winter was currently doing. Her outfit and hair and put togetherness… wow. Would all of Winter’s new friends be this amazing? Like models and celebrities pulled from the old magazines Winter kept hidden in her room. She stole the junk mail before her mother could burn “that outside world garbage” as she referred to it.

"Oh my god, Kamaria what happened? Well, there goes a quelques milliers de dollars. Who do you think you are?" The beautiful woman scoffed, “Are you really that thick? Thinking you could even get away with something like this? Or maybe you're just the exception since I thought werewolves were somewhat intelligent. This was such a cute look as well, the orange looks amazing with your eyes. I hope this was a great start to your day."


So the woman who reminded her of her Mother was named Kamaria. Wow… what a beautiful name. But there were some misunderstandings. Okay Winter… be bold be bold.

“Um Hi? I d-don’t think he was honestly trying to get away with anything. It was an honest mistake but wow you are so right what a horrible thing to happen on the first day! You know 9 in 10 women opt out of important social and life events when they don’t feel good about the way that they look. And with the masquerade ball only tomorrow… it would be a travesty if you missed it um… Kamaria? Right? Is there anything I can do to help you get to your dorm and cleaned up so that no negative thoughts come into your head about not going? The effects of negative thinking are just… wow” Winter paused in her babble, looking at all three of the wonderfully beautiful confident people around them. “Though, I doubt negativity has ever led to mental effects such as anger, anxiety, depression, irritability, or frustration or physical effects such as lowered defenses from illnesses and low energy with any of you. You all seem very high energy with a good level of self confidence.” She paused, laughing nervously. “But this event should truly be left in the past. Why waste time thinking about it?”

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Elora Navarra
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nymphadora.

outfit ~ e l o r a
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Elora was seconds away from giving up on finding her dorm room and just moving into the first one she saw when someone tapped her from behind.

“Lost? Oh no, I just like fucking around in the middle of the hallway for attention,” she stated nonchalantly. The teenager smirked for a few moments to build up the tension. “Yes, I’m very lost.” She chuckled on the inside at her own joke.

“Do you think you could help me find,” Elora pulled out a piece of paper scrawled with her dorm room and her roommate. “This room? My handwriting is the worst, so I can’t even read who my roommate is supposed to be.” She looked up at her knight in a tattered jacket and furrowed her eyebrows for a minute. He looked kinda beat up, like he hadn’t slept in a while. Maybe he was a vampire! Elora had no idea if vampires slept or not. She tried not to stare out of politeness, but couldn’t really help it.

“Is it offensive to ask when the last time you slept was? Do vampires even sleep?” She blurted without really thinking, but she needed to know. The inner knowledge-loving Elora was coming out. “You are a vampire, right? At first I was getting witchy vibes..” She began to trail off as she realized how stupid she sounded. She scratched the back of her head in embarrassment, but bounced right back after.

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"a queen will always turn pain into power."​

location: the academy's entrance
mood: thrown off guard,, sheepish
with: kamaria aten, fleur emmanuelle caron, winter intrye
tags: erzulie nymphadora. Jennete





Shit, shit, shit.

The word never failed to make a repeated appearance, did it? Any hopes Judah had for a decent first day were dashed the moment the somebody he had knocked over fixed him with a justifiably hard shove, making him tumble backwards on the ground, dazed and confused. He re-calibrated himself a few seconds later and lifted his gaze to meet his victim, a sheepish, bumbling, awkward apology on the tip of his tongue. The remorse and regret fell away immediately, replaced by an uneasy feeling of apprehensiveness and defensiveness mixed in with wonderment and a hint of awe as he met the cold and cutting gaze of a girl, no, a woman, standing her full height over him, complexion the colour of dark chocolate, accompanied by a silky mane of tresses as black as night.

Her outfit would've made the cut as well, hadn't it been covered quite disastrously by Judah's coffee. Judah almost winced at the sight of it; it was burning hot coffee as well, yet the girl acted as if the pain, if there were any pain at all, was nothing, keeping her composure cold and cool under the pressure. It struck Judah as strange; normally, he'd expect outrage and emotions flaring out from every corner, but this was nothing of the sort. Instead, he was given a series of sharp, smartly-structured insults designed to put him in his place, as well as a very unsettling, poisonous smile that could've made any human guy shit his pants. All in all, this confrontation agitated him, for lack of a better expression.

His brow furrowed in momentary confusion as the woman mentioned his status as 'disappointing', taking a well-veiled jab at his state as nothing more than a halfblood. Judah wondered for a second as to how she could've possibly known, but then it hit him: he recognized this girl as Kamaria, the mysterious, enigmatic, Egyptian vampiress whose family was rumoured to have gone as far back as to the days of Cleopatra. He was sure that she had been in some of his classes last year, but he had skipped so much that at this point it was hard to tell. But everyone knew Kamaria, especially when it came to what she could do. Judah suspected that her family and his were business adversaries, which would explain her knowing about Judah in ways that she knew hurt him. He bit back a growing growl in the back of his throat, standing back up as Kamaria flung her intellectually sound insults at him, glaring at her.

It wasn't anything new to Judah, to be insulted and degraded on any level - he had learned to endure, shut away, and not react back when he had lived among his older brothers and father - so he stood by and glowered as she went on, even taking a few moments to text someone or other before resuming once more.

Just as Kamaria paused to turn to the gathering attention they were drawing to coldly shoo them off like pesky flies, Judah's hypersensitive ears picked up the clip clop of shoes in the distance, getting closer and closer until it took the form of a female form rushing down the grand staircase of the Academy, ponytail in motion as she hurried to Kamaria's side worriedly. Judah rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and turned his gaze away as she fluttered over Kamaria's completely ruined outfit, muttering something in French under breath before she turned her gaze and attention to Judah.

At first, Judah was just as startled as the girl as they both took a few moments to assess each other. Judah narrowed his eyes a little, knowing that she seemed vaguely familiar, giving her a little one-up and down, unable to help but appreciate her excessive beauty, before the girl began to reproach him in a much more demanding and harsh tone.

He could tell the girl was already tired and irritated before this had even happened, and granted, her insults were nowhere near as poisonous as Kamaria's had been, so Judah couldn't help but raise a cynical, yet slightly amused eyebrow as she called him stupid, turning to Kamaria's outfit, lamenting and sarcastically asking if he was having a good start to his day.

In all honesty, Judah wasn't happy about it either, since he hated doing anything to escalate conflict. If his brothers were here now, they'd be laughing their faces off, slapping him on the back and mockingly congratulate him too for his obvious skill in picking up hot chicks.

But before Judah could open his mouth and say anything about how he felt about this situation, someone else edged into their conversation. Judah blinked in surprise as the pretty white-haired girl from before slipped in, nervous energy radiating off of her in waves. Her soft, sweet, hesitant voice trembled as she started to speak in his defense, but then began to ramble on about 'negative thoughts' and 'negative thinking' and 'mental health' to the point where Judah stared at her in confusion, trying to connect the dots on how this speech was related to the situation at hand. At the end, she stopped abruptly with a more or less rhetorical question, making Judah blink, snapping him back to reality. He glanced at her and then back at the pair, unable to find the words to properly support his new ally.

"Uhm-" he faltered, glancing at her, then cleared his throat in all seriousness, crossing his arms, back straightened, gazing straight at Kamaria and her new friend. "Yeah? Yeah; w-what she said."




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Kamaria turned her attention to her other half with a raised brow. She was pleased about how fast she’d gotten here and would do that same for her in a heartbeat. Kamaria listened to Fleur as she fussed, she’d never learned how to keep her cool in situations like these but Kamaria would it endearing. “A few thousand dollars is nothing. I just absolutely adored this outfit. Unfortunately now I’ll have to rid myself of it, it sticks of canine.” She tone was one of distaste. Kamaria watched as Fleur looked to the werewolf. The vampire narrowed her eyes, recognizing the look in her friend’s and not liking it and in turn the we’re seemed stare at her for far to long.

"Vraiment amour, quel goût" Kamaria glared at Judah now, her eyes like laser as he looked over Fleur. “But don’t waste your time with him, from what has happened his comprehension skills made mostly likely lacking. As usual with the simple-minded sort.”

Kamaria noticed someone heading towards her from the corner of her eyes. She turned her head to stare at the blonde on uniform. Honestly Kamaria was confused, but seeing as she was wearing the uniform it meant that she was most likely new. Annoyance radiated from her as the blonde rambled on and on. Kamaria looked to Fleur in bemusement before looking back towards the blonde. After she’d finished talking the vampire gave her a slow once over, judging her with a mere look. She was pretty, Kamaria would give her that, but she didn’t seem to know about the social hierarchy around the school, she’d love to educate her.

“....Oh you must be his owner, collar your beast so that he doesn’t knock over another innocent student. I hear neutering calms most dogs down significantly.”

Kamaria noticed her purse and picked it up off of the ground. She made a show of looking for any sign of damage and when she saw none she nodded. At least something could be salvaged. “I don’t need help from the likes of you. Is it common for you to insert yourself into a conversion that doesn’t involve you? Hm, you must be lower class. I won’t waste my time with you any further.” When the werewolf spoke again she merely scoffed before looking to Fleur. “Let’s head over to your room love. I’m sure that I have some clothes in your wardrobe from your theiving ways.” Kamaria was only joking with her of course. She didn’t really mind when Fleur borrower her clothes.

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[nymphadora.]

❝ CASPER FORD. ❞

Well, that wasn't what Casper expected to hear.

The teen watched as the female grin at her own joke. Was he suppose to laugh? He wasn't sure, comedy wasn't his strong suit. The best Casper could do was raise a curious eyebrow at her, just by that joke Casper figured it was the woman's first year. His senses went overboard by the smells that bounced through the room, with it being such a busy day, he felt like he was going to implode with overloaded senses. Casper could smell that she definitely wasn't a blood-sucker, or a werewolf for a that matter, was she a witch then? He would ask later, maybe, if he remembered of course.

Casper was lost in his own thoughts when the female asked if he was a vampire, and asked when he went to bed all while being shoved her dorm information. Now that Casper was thinking about it, when did he go to bed? He remembered spending the night before skateboarding around, even listening to some music he had saved on his shitty phone, but he couldn't remember what time he passed out. Maybe Casper never went to bed? Sounds bout right, He thought.

"Uh, no- I'm not a vampire." He muttered, his lips pulling an awkward half-smirk as he spoke, "Werewolf, I guess." Casper shrugged at his response. He wasn't really sure, to be honest. Genetics were a whole other concept to him, and he didn't really care either. All Casper knew was he was less hairier than the other wolves at the school. His eyes flickered down to the piece of paper, realising his name was written next to hers.

Elora Navarra.

Casper wanted to groan and let the whole world eat him up, he was looking forward to missing out on a roommate for the year. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing, hopefully she wasn't some blood-thirsty killer, but on the other hand, that would be kinda cool. He handed back Elora's piece of paper and shoved his hands back into his jacket's pockets. "You're with me, it's not far." Casper gave a half nod in the direction of their dorm.

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[nymphadora.]

❝ FLEUR CARON. ❞

Was this an after effect of playing with spirits? Probably.

Everything felt like it was all happening at once and Fleur's train of thought was behind by ten minutes. First was the coffee spill, next was the guy who looked like a coloring book, and now the blonde Fleur noticed earlier was going on about statistics. All Fleur wanted was some peace before school properly started, before the masquerade, was that too much to ask?

Fleur's eyes glanced towards Kamaria, raising a perfect eyebrow before returning her gaze to the blonde. One glance and it was evident that the poor girl was new, and by the faint aura, a new vampire as well. Fleur could sense from a mile away that her best friend was fuming with annoyance, and she couldn't blame her. It was a gorgeous outfit that was tragically ruined by cheap coffee; it was definitely one way to start the day.

The witch watched with a dirty look as the blonde went on, and on about nothing important. The way she spoke and held herself was sad to watch, Fleur didn't know how she managed to insert herself into the conversation, nor that she cared, she just wanted to rush to her dorm and spend the rest of the day with her best friend. Fleur chewed to the lower half of her lip, unravelling herself from Kamaria as she continued to watch. "Yikes." Fleur murmured under her breath.

Her attention from the two lower class was taken away by Kamaria once more, suggesting that they head to Fleur's room. Thank, God. She thought quietly to herself, giving her friend a kind nod and smile in reply. "Yeah, totally, I'm sure I've got some chocolates and champagne shoved somewhere as well." Fleur added, the two definitely need something to ease the edge for the rest of the day. With one final dirty look, Fleur stole another glance at the tattooed male before heading up the staircase with Kamaria.

"Merde, that was a shit show." Fleur mused as she wandered with her friend, leading her towards her room by the hand. "and it isn't even the first day." With a sigh, Fleur swiped her hand and opened the door, closing it behind the two once they were inside. Without a second thought, Fleur's fingers danced in the air as purple magic floated through the room, opening up the boxes magically and revealing a bottle of Rosè, two glasses and a box of fresh chocolates she had brought from home.

Fleur sat herself down on the edge of her bed, pulling her boots off yet again as she plucked a half-full glass from the air and took a short sip from the bubbly drink. "Take whatever you want, I'm too drained to think anymore." Fleur dramatically sighed as she bit down on a chocolate.

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Elora Navarra
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nymphadora.

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This guy really wasn’t a talker, and Elora could tell. He’d barely uttered a full sentence to her, and she didn’t even know his name! As he handed her back the piece of paper, she formed a plan in her head.

Alright, mystery dude. Challenge accepted! You’re gonna be my friend, the teenage girl thought. She followed him down the hallway until they made it to her dorm. Well, their dorm. Who makes co-ed dorms anyways?

Elora thought about what he said. It turns out he was a werewolf, though the question of whether or not he slept was still in question. She made a mental note in her head to find out which types of supernatural species actually need to sleep.

Elora was first to enter the dorm room, gasping a little under her breath. “I knew the school was loaded, but wow! They have serious money..” Her bags were neatly placed in front of her bed, ready to be unpacked. On instinct, Elora vaulted herself into the bed to test it’s ‘comfort level.’ Maybe it made her look like a crazy person, but she hadn’t realized. She sat up and looked towards her roommate.

“So, wolf-guy, you gonna tell me your name? I’m Elora.” She smiled, hoping he wasn’t a horrible person. At least she didn’t have to worry about him sucking her blood at night!

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[AnimeGenork]

Felix Simone

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“I can’t believe I’m asking this… do you have enough condoms?”

“Yes, Dad, I think I do,” Felix replied, rolling his eyes at his stepfather’s concern. Ever since he’d come back home with too many girls’ numbers in his phone and a suspicious box peeking out of his bag, his parents had tried to be accepting of his lifestyle. His stepfather especially was taking it hard, and he kept trying to figure out exactly how Felix’s new behavior had started.

“You’re lying, aren’t you,” his mother sighed, leaning her cheek against the palm of her hand. She and Felix’s stepfather sat in the front of the car, desperately trying not to look behind them at Felix in the back seat, probably so they wouldn’t have to look him in the eye during this conversation.

Felix quite enjoyed it.

“I’m sure some of the other guys have plenty.”

Both his parents sighed this time, and Felix smirked and leaned his head back against the seat. Another year, possibly tons more nights spent doing naughty things. He was looking forward to it. And this year, he’d have even more lovely girls to choose from—there would be humans! Of course, he’d still have to be careful, thanks to the really inconvenient way reproducing worked for half-vampires like himself… but he was always careful. Well. Relatively speaking.

All too soon, they had arrived at Beaufort, and Felix flipped his sunglasses down over his eyes. Hopefully he wouldn’t burn to a crisp today. That would put a damper on his sex life. Kissing his mother on the cheek and giving his stepfather a manly handshake, he strolled away, his hands in his pockets as he once again entered the place where he made all the ladies’ dreams come true.

In all honesty, he thought the speech was boring. The headmistress, however, was not. Felix raised an eyebrow and wondered what would happen if he managed to seduce the school’s head administrator. Would he get kicked out? Or would everyone be impressed? Hm. Really, didn’t Headmistress Christiana know better than to wear something that sexy when everyone knew of his nightly activities? Honestly.

His eye caught on several of the arriving humans. Apparently, some of the other vamps and werewolves were appalled by this change of population, but Felix was glad for it. He could only sleep with so many vamps and wolves before he got bored of their taste.

Er. Relatively speaking.

He bit his lip as he thought about a particular school rule that warned not to bite anyone. Did that apply to playful nips during, um, his activities? Hopefully not. That would be awkward if he was kicked out just because he was not exactly gentle.

The time came when Felix had to go to his dorm room. As he followed other students down the hallway, he noticed many a girl glance his way and then start to titter with their friends. Having removed his sunglasses, he was fully able to use his winking capabilities. He passed many dorm rooms, most of them associated with a particular night. That one was Mabel… That one Adriana… Oooh, and that one was Priya, what a fun one she was…

It was a shame he reached his room. That was no fun at all. He was supposed to enjoy his trip down Memory Lane—the branch of it named Sexual Conquest Avenue, that is. Oh, well. He supposed he better unpack quickly so he could go ask some acquaintances about their stashes of protection…

Even though he had seen it before, Felix was impressed by the grandeur of the dorm rooms. They were a lovely setting for all the nights he spent in others’ presences. He leaped onto his bed, crossing his arms behind his head. Ah, how soft these beds were, how wonderful at muffling sound… Wow, he really needed to focus on something else today.

Reaching down to his backpack, which held his books, he pulled his favorite volume out. His mother had read it to him as a kid, and to this day it was his favorite book. A soft grin lifted the corners of his lips as he ran his fingers over the worn spine, the folded cover. Watership Down. A weird choice perhaps, but something about it had always been endearing to Felix. Maybe because the rabbits in it were idealistic, hopeful… everything he wasn’t.

Cracking open the book for perhaps the millionth time, Felix began reading. As he delved into the world of rabbits, he lost all sense of anything that could be construed as inappropriate.

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[AnimeGenork]

Accalia Megalos

Mood: Pissed the Hell Off | Mentions: N/A | Tags: N/A​

“Dad, please, you promised you’d take care of him.”

“I don’t understand why I have to take care of a vampire. Again.”

“Because, Dad, you know as well as I do that Mom shouldn’t be left in charge of him.”

A pause, and then: “Alright.”

“Thank you.” Accalia didn’t see why they had to have this conversation at the start of every school year, but she supposed she should’ve expected it. Her father had never been fond of vampires, but he loved her more than he disliked them, and that was her saving grace.

The rest of the drive to Beaufort was silent. Accalia didn’t really see the purpose in going to school anymore when she had something far more important back home, but her father insisted she go. “You still need to learn to control your temper,” he said. “That’s one of the worst parts of being a werewolf.”

But he didn’t understand. She hated Beaufort. Everything about it. Especially a certain pureblood vampire. And perhaps that one Polutana—Felix?—who was almost as bad as that stupid pureblood. She nearly growled deep in her throat at the thought of him. He was the worst memory she had, the reason she hated just about everything and everyone. She only needed two people in her life now, and he wasn’t one of them. And she certainly didn’t need this school.

By the time they arrived, Accalia was already missing home. Turning to her father, she murmured, “Tell Theo I love him.” Then she got out of the car and hurried through the front gates before she could start crying.

Once immersed in the crowd, Accalia started scowling. God, she hated these people. So shallow and fake. What were the odds they were actually going to keep in touch with each other after they were done here? Idiots. She stayed at the edge of the crowd and barely made it through the goddamn opening speech. Who gave a damn whether or not there were humans at this school or not? What the hell did it matter?

When it was done, Accalia sighed in relief and followed everyone else into the castle. Others were probably impressed with the architecture, décor, and all that yada yada, but Accalia couldn’t give two damns. She’d rather go straight to sleep rather than worry about this stupid masquerade ball thing. Keeping her head down, she made her way straight to her room. God, she hoped she didn’t have a roommate this year. Please please please.

Throwing open the door, Accalia went straight to her bed and fell face down onto it. “I am so done with today,” she groaned into the comforter, hating that she loved how comfy this stupid bed was.

This was going to be a long school year.

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Elsie was amazed at the females response, because let's be honest some people would think something is wrong with her.Elsie gave a polite smile to the female(Jennifer)who was obviously not affected by the long of her phone.When the female spoke Elsie was relieved,she wanted to start the year off right and clumsy entrances wasn't the greatest way to start it off."My apologies,I was getting carried away by the crowd
"The comment that came out of Elsie's mouth made herself giggle silently.Elsie noticed she was still slouching and she sat up to her full height.Elsie looked around Woah I can't keep standing here.Elsie felt like it was to BIG of a crowd and she felt like the space was so tight.Normally this would mean she was claustrophobic but Elsie was usually great with crowds.Elsie slowly walked away feeling dizzy and she wanted to sit down.Elsie walked back to crowd of still arriving people as she sat down she noticed that most of the witches she knew didn't really look like witches at all.Elsie just wanted to go to her form and sleep.Elsie decided that's what she was going to do l,there was no need she should stay at the courtyard anyway.Elsie stumbled to her form and opened the door,the dizziness took over her body but she could make out a form of a young man.I must be in the wrong dorm.Let me check my slip.She checked it and looked at the number Dammit.Elsie walked in there as best as possible and flopped on her bed as she said a spell to make her things appear.Elsie blinked a few times and her eyes were clear enough to get up even though the bed was so soft she didn't want to.But the guy must think she was drunk the way she walked in so she had to act normal and stiffen the aching pain in her head.She looked the guys way smiled and said "Hi."It wasn't a confident 'Hi' but it was good enough.
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“Thank gods, that sounds wonderful.” Kamaria said as she left with Fleur. She didn’t bother to spare another glance at the two fools at all. Kamaria said nothing about Fleur leading her to her room by hand. If it were anyone else they’d find themselves on the sharp end of her claw like nails. “I agree with you completely, minus the vulgarity of course. This school should really limit who is allowed to enroll.” When they reached Fleur’s room Kamaria looked it over. Given that it was only the first day she didn’t say anything about the boxes. In this way the two of them were very different. While Fleur tended to keep her room a little messy, Kamaria couldn’t stand it. She needed her living space to be pristine and neat. Whenever she headed to her room the first thing she’d do is unpack her things and tidy up her room.

“My poor friend, just sleep if you wish. I’m going to take a shower, this coffee is starting to dry and it’s uncomfortable.” Kamaria sat on the bed beside her, crossing one leg over the other. “Relax love.” Kamaria ran a hand through her hair, gently massaging her scalp for a while. Eventually she stood and began looking through the boxes for something to wear. Kamaria spent some time deciding. Normally she’d ask Fleur on her opinion but she refrained since the witch was so tired. Kamaria settled on something after looking through the boxes and left to take a shower. The burns from the coffee had already healed which she was glad for. Kamaria could not attend the gala if they’d stayed. After admiring the beauty that was her, she finally climbed into the shower.
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“Thank gods, that sounds wonderful.” Kamaria said as she left with Fleur. She didn’t bother to spare another glance at the two fools at all. Kamaria said nothing about Fleur leading her to her room by hand. If it were anyone else they’d find themselves on the sharp end of her claw like nails. “I agree with you completely, minus the vulgarity of course. This school should really limit who is allowed to enroll.” When they reached Fleur’s room Kamaria looked it over. Given that it was only the first day she didn’t say anything about the boxes. In this way the two of them were very different. While Fleur tended to keep her room a little messy, Kamaria couldn’t stand it. She needed her living space to be pristine and neat. Whenever she headed to her room the first thing she’d do is unpack her things and tidy up her room.

“My poor friend, just sleep if you wish. I’m going to take a shower, this coffee is starting to dry and it’s uncomfortable.” Kamaria sat on the bed beside her, crossing one leg over the other. “Relax love.” Kamaria ran a hand through her hair, gently massaging her scalp for a while. Eventually she stood and began looking through the boxes for something to wear. Kamaria spent some time deciding. Normally she’d ask Fleur on her opinion but she refrained since the witch was so tired. Kamaria settled on something after looking through the boxes and left to take a shower. The burns from the coffee had already healed which she was glad for. Kamaria could not attend the gala if they’d stayed. After admiring the beauty that was her, she finally climbed into the shower.