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[MyUsualTriumph]

Amelia jumped when the door opened. "Grayson!" she exclaimed, glancing over at him. There he was. Perfectly fine. Playing Pokemon on his 3DS. The red pokemon X and Y special edition of course. Amelia had gotten it for him for Christmas, and he had gifted Amelia the blue version. Amelia's posture relaxed slightly. She watched him dive onto the bed. More relaxed than she had seen his in a while. "I hate you. I was worried about you. And I was so angry you didn't show up, and I need to get these lesson plans done but I've spent the past hour worried about you and," Amelia was rambling. Call it an irritated habit. As she spoke she stood and faced Grayson, arms crossed and tone stern.


* * *


Riley Wakestorm finished her third piece of pizza and stood. She was relatively unphased by the boy's outburst. This was a shadowhunter academy. As a general rule, shadowhunters have seen some shit. With a stretch, she stood and made her way into the library. She hummed tunelessly as she browsed the shelves. History of Shadowhunters, Demonology, How to Clean Demon Blood. The usual stock. Riley sighed. She had been hoping for some new material. She noted she wasn't alone and glanced at the blonde girl on the couch. "Whatcha reading?"


@MissEffy

 

[Prize Fighter]

"Worried? About me?" Grayson glanced up from his game briefly, his brows furrowing together. The woman before him worried more than anyone he had ever met. Ever. Which he had to admit, was mildly impressive and slightly annoying. With a sigh he ran his fingers through his coarse, dark hair. "I love you, too, brat. You know I don't want to teach these...small, ugly humans." They were not much younger than he was, but he still felt ancient compared to them.


He placed his DS on the bed, pushing himself into a sitting position as he mimicked Amelia. "Do they even know anything about hunting, Aims? Do they no anything?" He had no faith in these teenagers, nor did he have faith in himself to teach them.


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"Hm?" Ivy looked up from her book, a look of confusion on her pretty face. How had she not heard the girl come in? "Oh, I'm reading The Count of Monte Cristo. It's always been a favorite of mine. My father used to read it to me." It was difficult not the frown at the thought of her father; she missed him dearly, and today was no exception. "Oh, I'm Ivy, by the way." It seems she added this as an after thought more than anything.


@SimplyMusicality

 

[MyUsualTriumph]

With a sigh, Amelia laid down next to her boyfriend, head nicely in his lap. She took one of his hands and played with it absentmindedly. The touch was nice, and certainly missed. She could smell cigarettes and rain and a combination of other things so entirely Grayson. It was intoxicating. "The Clave asked you to teach and you said you would. They aren't all clueless. Some came from well renowned families." She sighed and let go of his hand. "You'll have to be kind of nice." She looked up at her boyfriend, just taking in the togetherness. "I really did miss you." Her voice was soft and her cheeks flushed red and she bit the side of her lip. It was the kind of admission she tried to avoid. It usually gave Grayson a big head.


* * *


"Cool." Riley plopped next to Ivy and took the book. 'Sharing' was not in her vocabulary. She investigated the large volume with interest. "I'm Riley." she added as she thumbed through the book. "What's this about? When did this happen?" The institute Riley grew up in did not have any fiction novels, and it was definitely a foreign concept. She read the summary on the back with interest.


@MissEffy

 

[deadpool42]

Quintus frowned at Connor's mosaic of lacerations. The Nephilim had seen wounds of all kinds; mortal wounds and flesh wounds and knife wounds and arrow wounds, wounds to the eyes and to the throat and to the legs, wounded egos and wounded hearts. The ones which adorned the young boy's body were not the results of battle or foe, he recognized, but the work of a dedicated torturer.


The ancient paladin could contend with that, of course. Were he to remove his own tunic, he'd reveal a physique with a higher percentage of scar tissue than skin tissue, although his were faded into his flesh, the result of being encased in an aegis of armor almost constantly, and thus receiving next to zero sunlight. If the boy had been marred like this living in a place as harsh as the Egyptian desert, however, this ugly outcome was unsurprising.


"Apologies can be passed on." Quintus stated when Connor awoke, "Before being untied, am needing proof. If one were to do what you have done in my legiuncula, one would have been executed. This place, this time, it is different than that. But, you are still being a... liability. Cannot be having walking around a person who attacks at, erm, 'drop of the hat'. Not if there are being so many fragiles around."


@Demonhunter

 

[Demonhunter]

"Just please untie me." he was trying his best not to think too much and stare blankly at the ceiling. He was already sore around his wrists, the current ropes were making them even more painful. "I'm really working on the outbursts, certain things trigger them. Creeking doors is one of them. I'm really trying hard, that's why the silent brothers sent me here for a chance at rehabilitation." He tried to shove the memories away to stop himself.


"I can't promise it won't happen again, even though I'd like to." he kept focusing on the ceiling but his hands were quivering under his ropes.

 

[Amityvillager]

Although the Egyptian boy had nearly hit her with a very sharp dagger, she couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him when Quintus the Giant delivered an elbow to his head, knocking him out cold. In the middle of a sentence no less. She then turned her attention to the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Even though it wasn't really her taste, he had very good style. After a few moments, she noticed out of the corner of her eye the white-haired girl turned to her and seemed like she was going to say something, but then changed her mind. Heloise merely raised an amused eyebrow. After a few moments the girl finally spoke. "Have you met him before?" she asked.





"Ça se peut," she replied simply. She finished the crust of her pizza before going into just a bit of detail. "When I was a just a petit, my home was ransacked by demons. I was bitten very badly, but when they tried to use runes to heal me--yes, it was already dangerous enough, since I wasn't of age--ils ont disparu. They disappeared. So they sent me to Magnus." She took another piece of pizza and began eating it nonchalantly, not really wanting to make a big deal out of her terrible childhood memories. She hoped to make a friend, at least, so it was best to not not delve into the past, let alone show her hand. "He couldn't do anything either, so I've got a scar. I doubt he even remembers me. Ce était il ya si longtemps." She gave a shrug and took a sip of her bottled water.

@BlackSparrow
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[BlackSparrow]

Azalea

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She just nodded. She wasn't going to ask for more details, they all had their secrets. She just smiled slightly instead. "Well I'm glad all it left you was a scar and that it didn't kill you." she says simply. She was right in thinking that Magnus may not remember her, he was a busy man and he knew a lot of people, but she didn't say that. She didn't actually know what else to say.

 

[Wishfully]

Seth had simply nodded as he listened to Heloise talk about her, as her learned, champion horse. Well, he didn't know much about horses and this one was certainly well-muscled so he believed it. Heloise seemed a little...what was the word...haughty? Hm, perhaps. Though he didn't dislike her. As Seth wasn't always the warmest of welcomes, he could relate to people who were straightforward and spoke their minds. Though that Quintus seemed like an interesting fellow. He was admittedly intimidating, due to his sheer size. Seth felt it would be best not to get on his bad side. When a flustered Amelia came to tend to the horse, Seth bit his lip trying not to chuckle at the scene. It really was a bit ridiculous, come to think of it. A French girl, a giant warrior guy, a horse, and a red-headed nerd all parading through the school. "Well, I'll see you later, then. Perhaps at dinner," Seth told Heloise with a nod of his head before returning to his room.


@Amityvillager


At dinner, the boy raised an eyebrow at the pizza. He hadn't expected some five-star meal, but he couldn't say he expected this. Seth's eyes glanced around the table, before he took a bite of the food. Most of the other students seemed bored. When Amelia spoke, he actually listened to her with genuine interest. Although he heard murmurs about the rune class, Seth was interested in that one. He spent a lot of time studying runes, and they were something he was good at. He hoped to learn new things from that class. History also didn't sound so bad, and basic training was the reason he was here. Yet when Connor threw the knife at Magnus Bane and caused a series of somewhat violent events to occur afterward, Seth felt his heart sink a little. Basic training with this crowd might not be so merciful for the -er- less skilled students.


Seth left the dining hall after Amelia did, assuming it was now okay to do so. He felt a little uneasy after the night's events, so he decided to visit the library. Seth enjoyed reading and studying in his free time, and he was interested to see what kinds of books an ancient school would have. His fingers brushed across a shelf and was soon covered in dust. He pulled a book from the shelf and was surprised to see that it was a fiction novel. He half expected that all the books here would be about Shadowhunters and their world. Seth put the book back in its place before selecting a few others. He opened one right away and started reading while he walked, not really paying attention to his surroundings. That's when he turned a corner sharply and bumped into something. The open book slipped from his hands and fell onto a girl's lap. Seth was fortunate to maintain his balance without toppling over onto the unsuspecting students, thankfully saving him from even more awkwardness. "Ah, I'm very sorry about that," Seth said quickly. "Please excuse me. I didn't mean to interrupt, I just- the couch, I um...I didn't see it." He reached his hand out a little but hesitated, feeling it might be rude to simply snatch the book back.


@SimplyMusicality @MissEffy


(Sorry for my absence and long reply...just trying to catch up ^^')

 

[Prize Fighter]

Ivy glanced at the book, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "Don't apologize. I know what it's like to get lost in a good book." She shrugged her shoulders, trying to seem casual and not overly flirtatious. It was in her nature, and Gray always seemed to tease her about it. "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Ivy Winters." She flashed him a quick smile before nervously cracking her knuckles.


@MidnightAnew

 

[Demonhunter]

Connor felt his sanity slipping. He had to find a way to get untied, unless he wanted to go through all that again. He twisted and pulled and managed to slip his hand out from the ropes and slung them off. He got up off the bed and ran his hands through his ebony hair. Cyan eyes slid shut and thick eyelashes rest on his cheeks for a moment. He stood up and opened the door. "Thanks for the patch job. I'm going somewhere quiet." walked out the doors.


He wondered into the library sitting on a window bench by himself. He picked up a random book and began blankly staring at the book pages. He heard a rapping at the window by him and jumped only to see a little tuxedo kitten on the window seal. He looked around before opening the door and letting the kitten in. It mewled and lept into his lap, covering the book purring for his attention. He smiled before the kitten then eyed the toppling book Seth had dropped to ivy. He sprinted and jumped onto the couch. "Oh no. Come back." Connor tried reasoning with the kitten, but he already had his paws hurried in Ivy's hair and was eyeing Seth's shoelaces next. "I'm so sorry. " he stammered. He didn't know if he was allowed to have cats in the building, but he wanted to keep him so badly. He went to grab the cat but he lept down and was now chewing Seth's shoes. Connor finally got his hands on the cat and was holding him to his chest.


@MissEffy


@MidnightAnew

 

[MyUsualTriumph]

Riley glanced over at the boy who entered the room and quickly lost interest in the book she was holding. With a light toss, she landed the book next to Ivy. "And I'm Riley Wakestorm." She spoke. "I'm also not shamelessly flirting with some guy I just met." Her heterochromatic eyes locked with Ivy's and she wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. "Anyways," Riley grabbed the book from Ivy's lap and began to glance at the description before handing it back. "Who are you?" As she awaited her answer a boy chasing after a feline found his way into the library. Despite the chaos Riley was, as usual, unfazed. She leaned back on the couch and crossed her arms behind her head. "And you. Strange boy with the itchy knife hand and the er... smallish feline." Riley examined the cat from her spot on the couch. " Who are you?"


@Demonhunter @MissEffy @MidnightAnew

 

[Wishfully]

The thing about Seth was that he wasn't actually very shy and certainly wasn't flirtatious, but his awkwardness sometimes came across that way. Seth wondered if he should shake the girl's hand, but she seemed nervous enough as it was, and maybe hand shaking wasn't a thing students really did with one another. Names, what a novel idea. "Ivy, that's a nice name. Pleased to meet you too, Riley," Seth replied with a nod. "I'm-" he stopped as he noticed...a cat? The critter was on top of Ivy's head for some reason, but before Seth had time to respond, it was soon chewing on his own shoelaces. Seth smiled. He loved cats, quite honestly. Everything they did was adorable, even if it happened to be destroying his shoes. Seth wanted to pick the cat up and just snuggle it, but then he noticed Connor. The boy bit his lip and shifted uneasily, remembering what happened at dinner. "Oh, it's quite alright. No hard done," Seth smiled. "Um, right- name. I'm Seth Avenara," he finally replied to Riley's question.


@SimplyMusicality @MissEffy @Demonhunter

 

[Demonhunter]

"Um. Connor." he shyly mumbled holding the kitten close. He didn't want to say his last name, some shadow hunter knew his father, or at least had heard of him having his mark removed. Oh wait. She brought up the knife thing. "Yeah, sorry about the knife thing. That um. Well.. I don't know how to explain it bu-" the kitten mewled and nibbled his fingers making him laugh, sitting on the arm of the couch. He held the little kitten up to his face and was just cuddling him.


"Is keeping animals around okay for here?"

 

[MyUsualTriumph]

Day 1 of Classes - Runes and Other Shadowhunter Artifacts with Amelia Ashdown





Amelia finished the final button on her blouse and looked her reflection over in the mirror. Classy, but not intimidating. Her hair was tied up in a just-messy-enough-to-be-tasteful bun and her skirt was just tight enough to be cute and professional. She let out a sigh and wiggled her arms out before glancing at her watch. Her class would begin in an hour. She had finally been able to finish her lesson plan last night and she was fairly confident she would do well. Her thoughts wandered to the mutterings at the dinner the night before. Runes weren't exactly the most exciting thing, mostly her young wards just wanted to train. She tried not to let that discourage her. She glanced at the bed and saw Grayson's still sleeping form. Amelia wouldn't lie, she had hoped to see him awake to wish her well. No such luck. It was no bother reall. She accepted a long time ago that Grayson needed patience. He was learning how to be a human being. Baby steps.


Quietly, as not to wake her sleeping companion, Amelia left her bedroom and proceeded to her classroom. She pushed open the large wooden door and propped it open with a doorstop. Amelia took a moment to take in her surrondings. The room had been dusty when she arrived, but she managed to get it mostly clean. Now it mostly looked old, which it was. A large table with wooden chairs was in the center of the room, and a chalkboard lined one of the walls. Amelia made a note to try and bring in some newer tech with next years budget, but for now it would do. Amelia grabbed some chalk and began writing on the board:


Welcome! Please grab a seat and sketch out the following:


Iratze


Strength


Angelic Power


Fearless


This is not a test! Do your best!


Amelia knew any shadowhunter born would know the first three, and would likely have the marks. Those from inactive families and who had not yet recieved their marks may know some but not all. However, the last one was tricky, and she didn't expect any of her students to know it. It was fairly new, and incredibly powerful. Amelia relaxed into a seat behind her desk and waited for students to begin arriving.


@Trundle

 

[Chayliel]

Angelo had awoken from his usual nightmare about being ripped apart by a demon and he was sweating as usual. He quickly took a shower in his own bathroom and he got dressed as quickly as he could. He checked the time on his alarm clock on his nightstand and he was just a few minutes early. He sighed and left his room after he grabbed his family sword from the side of his bed. He started to make his way to his first class, Runes and stuff. Angelo knew these like the back of his hand and he was ready for anything. When he made it to the room, he entered, seeing no one else there, and sat down in the back corner. He read the board and stood up to grab a piece of paper but he didn't know where they were so he went up to the teacher and asked, "Excuse me, but may I borrow a piece of paper?" The top part of his face was still covered by his hood so he wouldn't have to deal with looking at people.

 

[Prince]

Elijah slowly woke from his normal dream, which had consisted of nothing. He slowly crawled out of bed and grabbed his bath supplies, before trudging his way to the shower. He went over all the runes his new family had made him study before over again in his mind, he wanted to make a good first impression. After he was clean and dressed, he picked up his bag and left the room. After a short walk from his dorm room, Elijah approched the door , looking around the classroom, stepping a step back when he saw Amelia and Angelo. He bit his lip,' damn....gotta relax....you can do this' he silently pep-talked to himself. He gulps once and moves to take a seat at the front, his scaring visible from this distance as he looks up at the board. Without a word he takes out a paper and his pencil before starting on sketching out the runes.

 

[spectro]

Phoenix Dragonway


Nick woke up from his sleep, his room still as dusty as it had been the day before. He had forgotten to close his curtains, and the sunlight that poured through revealed just how dusty the air was. Nick pulled himself out of his makeshift bed that he had made on the floor. The mattress was a little too rotten to sleep on. He got up and cracked his neck, feeling the pain of having slept on a cold hard floor. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms, before going to his rucksack. He pulled out a black t-shirt, and put it onto his bare back. He had slept in his jeans, so he kept them on. He went to the corner of the room and pulled on his leather boots. There was no mirror in the room, and Nick suspected that he might have to share a bathroom with the others. He sighed, picked up his dagger and stuffed it into it's usual resting spot; the side of his boot.


After eating one of the emergency protein bars in his rucksack, Nick stormed his way into once of the classrooms. Similar to his room, the class was dusty and most of the furniture was made of dark wood. Nick felt right at home, with all of the old furniture. His Parents collected old Shadowhunter things; their house was full of it. Nick took as seat at the end of the large, dark table that was placed in the middle of the room. Amelia was in there, looking effortlessly graceful. Nick nodded a hello to her and took a seat at the table. Nick felt a little patronised by the fact that he had to be taught by a woman who was no more than few years older than himself. He found it ridiculous, and if this lesson didn't prove useful, and Nick knew that it wouldn't, he would complain to his parents.


As Nick took a seat, he found a sheet in front of him. A few small noted were written on it. Rune, easy. Nick thought. He picked up a pencil that resided next to his paper and began to scribble down the runes. Iratze, simple enough, any Shadowhunter with half a brain would know how to do that. Strength, simple enough. Angelic Power; standard. Nick chuckled as he read the last one. He shook his head. The bloody woman was trying to trick him. Fearless rune. He laughed, quite loudly this time and looked up at his 'teacher'. "Nice try, teach, but Fearless isn't a real rune." He looked smug.


Magnus Bane


Magnus had slept on a pile of quilts and pillows atop his rotting mattress the night before. Now, he was sat in front of a mirror, neatly applying a touch of glitter to his eyes. He patted the glitter to the top of his cheekbones and checked that it was all even. He smiled at himself and ran his hand through his hair, hoping that a little of the glitter would run into it. Today, he was all casual. Well, as casual as he could be. He wore a silk, black shirt. He wanted to blend in with the brutes that were Shadowhunter teens. His pants were coal coloured too, loose fitting and comfortable. He wore bright red bracelets on his wrists that reminded him faintly of Camille. His shoes were silver, lace up boots that hid under the flare of his trousers.





Magnus walked down the corridors of the Academy, marvelling at how beautifully untouched the place was. Curtains that hadn't been closed for years hung on the gorgeously colourful glass panes. Wooden floors that hadn't been walked on for so long creaked under his boots. Magnus breathed in the dust. He liked it. It reminded him of a library. With happiness in his step, Magnus moved towards the class that Amelia would be teaching this morning. He had to be there for her first day. Plus, he wouldn't miss this for the world.


Once in the classroom, Magnus sneaked a seat by the door, hoping the hide from Amelia's view, so that he could surprise her once the class was over. He looked at the few pupils that had already arrived. He felt for Amelia. He really did. She had to run this place all on her own, though he remembered how Charlotte Branwell had managed absolutely brilliantly, all those years ago. Magnus chuckled at the thought Soon, some loud mouthed boy stood up. Dragonway. Magnus could tell within an instant. The blade poking out of his boot and his questioning tone gave it away so easily. Magnus watched intently.


@SimplyMusicality

 

[Demonhunter]

Connor had kept the kitten over night in his room. He had gotten dressed in a regular pair of jeans and a grey collared shirt, no reason to be in all black since they weren't technically stalking the night yet. He put his back pack on and went to leave, but was met by the sparkly blue eyes of his kitten, begging him not to leave. He gave a small grin and picked the kitten up. "Shhh." he whispered, setting her in his empty backpack. He zipped it up just a little so she could see out and walked to class. He sat in the chair behind Magnus and set his backpack on top of the table opening the backpack the rest of the way and letting his hand rest inside so he could tend to his kitten. He took notes with his left hand and stroked the cat he'd affectionately named 'Muffins' with his right.


Muffins eyed Connors moving pencil from inside the bag and lept out at his hand, slapping both paws down on the end of it and gnawing on it. Connor jumped and immediately put the kitten back in his backpack in hopes of hiding her from Amelia. He was still bruised and hurt from both yesterday and his time in Egypt but for some reason, carrying mittens with him made him feel better. He forgot about the pain and sadness when she was around. He didn't know if anyone'd understand it or if the academy would allow it, but Muffins made the pain go away, so she'd stay until someone complained.


Connor began writing notes again, the basic runes he knew, like the angelic rune and the strength rune, ect. But the more complex ones weren't his strong point and he hadn't done any on himself yet. The only rune he had was the angelic one that was put on him when he was 12. He jotted things down and got so enthralled by class, he didn't notice when muffins slipped from his bag and lept onto the floor, and had crawled under the table before Connor could stop her. She honed in on Magnus's boot laces, Connor just sighed in horror as Muffin's swatted them, chattering quietly.


"Oh god. Muffins. No. Bad kitty. Come here." He whispered, barely audible, " please!" he silently begged, but she was not minding, she was too enthralled with Magnus's boot laces. Connor just slammed his face to his desk irritably. He was sooooo getting expelled.


@SimplyMusicality @SpectroVector

 

[Halcyon]

Parker woke up in his clothes from yesterday, a book still laying on his chest and drool dripping from his mouth. "Wha...?" He groaned, blinking as sun shined right onto his face. "Stupid curtain." He mumbled, literally rolling out of his bed. He laid on the floor for a few moments before standing up. He yawned, scratching his stomach as he stretch out his back. He didn't even remember falling asleep. Parker walked over as threw his book into his suitcase, grabbing a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom.


The boy took a cold shower, due to a visitor that happened most morning in his pants. He got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist. He stared at himself in the mirror, poking at the dark circle under his eyes. His pupils were dilated, making his white eyes look like he just had pupils. "Shit." He groaned. Honestly, Parker was not a morning person. He pulled on his black skinny jeans and black hoodie. He made his way back to his room, towel drying his hair. Once he made it back to his room he slipped on his combat boots and shoving his fans into his belt. Lastly, Parker grabbed a large notebook and pencil, making his way to the class room.


Parker made it to the classroom, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He sat down at a seat at the large table. Once again this room smelled like old people and dust. He looked up, noticing the chalkboard. Runes. Easy. Parker grabbed his notebook and went to work drawing. The first one was easy, a simple healing rune. The strength rune always reminded him of a sideways letter T that was rather fancy. Next the Angelic rune. He was almost done drawing it when another boy stood up, claiming there was no such thing as a fearless ruin. Parker looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Clary." was all he said. The boy had known of her due to her and Tessa being rather close for some reason. The girl had the talents of making up runes that most had no clue existed. This included the fearless rune.


@SpectroVector @SimplyMusicality

 

[spectro]

Magnus Bane


Magnus was still perched next to the door, watching the Dragonway boy and then another boy stand up. His 'student'. Magnus had been teaching the boy for a while, about his power, that hadn't been determined quite yet. His mark was obviously, sparkling white eyes. Magnus found it nice that someone else had different eyes, like him. He smiled as the boy mentioned Clary. Magnus really did wonder how that little fiery read head and her Herondale boyfriend was doing.


Checking the time and realised that only a few minutes had gone by, Magnus let out a big breath. Maybe he would just see Amelia later. Magnus' thoughts were interrupted, though, but something tugging on his shoe. He looked down and saw the cutest little kitten pulling at his silver laces. Magnus smiled and bent down to pick the cat up. He held it in front of his face and could feel it's heart beating in his palm. He looked over at the few students who had arrived and saw one with his face flat on the table. Ah, yes. It was the on who had tried to kill him only a day before. Magnus grinned at him. He moved towards the table, making himself known to Amelia and slipped the kitten back into the boys bag. "Nice kitten." He nodded back towards Amelia and took his place back at the door.


@Halcyon Mentioned


Phoenix Dragonway


Nick was still standing, looking at the 'teacher' questioningly. A boy spoke next to him, muttering a word. Nick looked at him. "Do us all a favour, half-blood, and shut up." He shook his head and looked back at Amelia. "The Fearless rune. Explain." He was holding his paper, now, tight in his hand. He sat down, his face stern and tense as it always was. His arms were tight at his side.


Nick felt as if he was on the brink of screaming. He wasn't learning anything, there was filthy Downworlders among him. He needed out. His Parents would understand. Perhaps if he left the Academy, he would make more of a statement. Nick let out a long and exasperated breath.


@Halcyon


@SimplyMusicality

 

[Prince]

Elijah finished his page of runes and turned the page over. He leans back in his chair, his bangs falling away to show the scaring on the left half of his face. He looked around the room every so slightly, catching the other students in his peripheral vision, silently studying them and how they responded to things. He knew from the boys body language and tone that he should just ignore him, he didn't need enemies this early. Others he decided to wait longer on for further information before deciding to avoid them all together. The warlock however seemed to attract his gaze the most, which was hardly surprising, he was a fine looking man and he had never actually seen a warlock this close, he was curious what he was like.

 

[Chayliel]

Angelo had received his rice if paper and he took out a pencil from his pouch. He returned to his seat, deterring his eyes from everyone outside of his vision and he took a seat. He started to draw the runes and he got to the last one and he was stumped. He thought and thought but then he gave up. He wast te best with newer things but he sill tried. He made up a random rune and sat back in his chair. He put his hands to te back of his head and kept his eyes under his hood.

 

[Demonhunter]

Muffins extended her white paws at the warlock's face,swatting at him wildly and nibbling his fingers and purring the whole time Magnus had him and as she was put back in his bag." Thankyou." He sighed, just happy muffins didn't get hurt, he'd grown so attached to her over the last day, she was like his baby. He then realized exactly who it was that gave his cat back. "Oh, hey, I'm sooo sorry about yesterday. I - well. I don't know how to explain it I jus- ouch!" Muffins had sank her needle-like kitten teeth into the palm of his hand.


@SpectroVector

 

[Wishfully]

Seth had rolled out of bed and gotten ready without taking too much time, just enough to look presentable and attentive but not approachable social. When he got to class, he had searched the room for familiar faces- particularly those of Ivy and Riley home he had met the other day and deemed unthreatening thus far. Seth was honestly excited for Rune class, at least he was until he noticed the runes they had to draw. Easy. It was really easy. Well, maybe not the Fearless rune but all the others were like first grade math or something. He didn't say this, of course. Maybe the teacher was just making sure everyone was on the same page or something, like most teachers did. Seth knew he could be a little rude, but he felt it unwise to disrespect his teacher by expressing his unhappiness with the present assignment. But apparently some students didn't feel the same way. Seth glanced over at Nick as he stood. Someone's not a morning person, Seth thought to himself with a slight roll of his eyes before he heard another voice. His gaze shifted to Parker. Geez, what was with that dude's eyes? He soon found out as Nick continued talking- apparently Parker was a Downworlder, or at least to some extent. Well, that would explain the presence of Magnus Bane. Seth was trying to remember if he'd ever had a worse first day of school than this one. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the worst, but he was already feeling uneasy about all of his classmates and with such a small class of people and the impending doom of combat classes, there was almost no chance he could just avoid everyone forever. For now, Seth just decided to focus on the problem at hand. He erased some stray marks and finished up the Fearless rune quietly.

 

[Amityvillager]

After dinner the previous night, Heloise Linette decided to tend to Auguste then head to her room for the night. She had been travelling for the past two days and yesterday was absolutely exhausting. Especially that fool who almost landed a knife in her face. As much as she played it off, that had honestly scared her deeply. The knife sinking into the wood was a slow moment for her, taking her back the the day the wolf-like demon had sunk its poisonous teeth into her thigh. In fact, her sleep on the musty old mattress was fraught with nightmares about the event. She awoke to the sound of horses screaming in the wee hours of the night. Her breath was shallow and her eyes were wide. It took her a moment to realize it was just a dream--until she heard the screaming again. "Auguste!" she breathed harshly.


Hel jumped out of bed, tugging on her discarded clothes on the floor from the previous day. She grabbed two seraph blades that she had inherited from her father and were perfectly balanced in her hands. She threw her door open, making the ancient hinges squeak with a cry. From there she dashed down the hallway, making her way to the stables. The only noise that accompanied her were the small groans the floorboards made under her light, stealthy feet. She burst into the stall, looking frantically for signs of demons. Auguste let out another heart-wrenching cry and Hel dashed to his aid. What she saw made her roll her eyes and sigh in relief all at once. Her champion horse had his head stuck in the small hole in the wall between his and Amelia's horse, Sapphire's stall. "Cheval idiot," she cooed with a small, tired smile.


Daylight

After releasing her foolish horse from the wall holding him, Heloise made her way back to her room. The sun was just shedding a bit of light on the world, so it was that time in between night and day when everything stood still. The young shadowhunter took a quick shower--especially since the water was freezing the entire time--then contented herself to playing bouzouki until it was time for her first class--runes. She skipped breakfast--she was never a breakfast person--and made her way directly to the classroom. She saw Magnus right off the bat, looking as glamorous as ever. She made her way into a seat next to Seth, seeing as though he was really the only one she knew--save the fool who almost killed her.


After a nod in his general direction, Hel looked up at the board as she pulled out a notebook. She flipped to a page that was almost clean of random sketches and began on her runes. The first three were laughable. How could she not know what they were? She was raised in an Institute, after all. But the last rune, Fearless, had her stunned. She stared at the word for a moment, pondering deeply. She remembered her time in Idris when that girl Clary saved them all. Hel knew it was she that created the rune. Hel gave a small sigh and put her pen to the page, letting her own fearlessness flow onto the page. She let her mind drift as she drew it in hardly any time. Then she saw what she drew: her horse. She let out a snort and crumpled the paper up. She redrew the first three and attempted the Fearless rune again, thinking hard about it. She just ended up drawing the Bravery rune with a few extra swirls and lines. "Is this even possible?" she asked frustrated, although her accent made it seem like she was just a bit sad.

@MidnightAnew
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