Ninth House | Official RP Thread

Copy of Copy of Copy of Silas

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Indeed, Thalia recall the day with a remarkable clarity. It was a languid summer afternoon, the summer after the incident had occurred, an incident that almost led to a tragedy, and her pendant had to be fixed. The air was heavy with the promise of warmth and blooming flowers, the sun hanging lazily in the sky, casting dappled shadows across the landscape, while the temperature soard to a balmy eighteen degrees Celsius.

Thalia lounged in the outdoor pool of her family’s estate, her legs idly kicking beneath the surface like a child as she basked in the soothing coolness of the water. Her sisters, in the meanwhile, seemed quite indifferent to the world around them, perched on the wooden beach chairs nearby, their attention consumed by their phones. The environment was quite peaceful, but of course, with having Kaeltih as a sister, that did not last long, for Kae had rose from her chair and headed towards the pool, launching herself into its depths with a joyful splash. The sudden onslaught of water, causing Thalia to recoil, a startled hiss escaping her lips as she instinctively shielded herself from the unexpected deluge.

“What the hell?” Thalia exclaimed, her voice tinged with annoyance as she hastily rose from the pool, reaching for a nearby towel to dry the water from her hair. Yet Kaelith, undeterred by Thalia’s protests, erupted into peals of laughter, her laugh echoing through the house.

Calista, lifted her gaze from her phone, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement as she observed the unfolding spectacle. “Seriously, Kae, act your age.” Calista had said, shaking her head.

“Not my fault i’m the youngest” Kaee had defended herself

“You’re 22, and it’s by some minutes,” Thalia remembered retorting, “We are all triplets,” Thalia muttered,

Kae had shrugged, “Still counts.” she had said as she swam. “A-” Thalia began but she was cut short, by her grandmother, who had come inside, followed by a sun kissed, dark brown eyed female, who looked no older than her early 20s.

“Desdemona,” Her grandmother had introduced. “Meet my granddaughters,”


It was surprising, surprising how quickly they seemed to have hit it off, their bond going beyond mere acquaintance. There was an ineffable quality to Desdemona, an enigmatic allure that drew Thalia in like a moth to a flame. In Desdemona’s presence, Thalia felt understood, truly understoo, in a way that transcended the superficiality of everyday interaction.

Though, Desdemona was undeniably strange, maybe, just maybe that was why she understood Thalia quite well, and why they had gotten along quite well. There was a comfort in Desdemona’s presence, a sense of acceptance that Thalia could not quite place her finger’s on, but everything seemed ok with her around.

Yes, Thalia would say, she was glad to have met Desdemona. She was truly glad. “Slow down,” Thalia laughed, her eyes widened slightly as Desdemona ran over to her, her arms wrapped around Thalia tightly, but Thalia did not complain. Instead Thalia had began to talk, asking Desdemona how she was, to which Desdemona had pulled away, to answer. So, good! she had said, as if she were a puppy, making Thalia’s lips curved to a fond smile. Laughing to herself, as she shook her head, Mona was quite adorable, often reminding Thalia of the spring season. "That’s- Thalia squinted her eyes slightly, trying not to show the fact that there was something wrong with her- such as the throbbing headache, “Lovely. That’s lovely,” Thalia commented, happy that at least someone’s day was going well. Moreover, Desdemona began to speak, looking down shyly, before she said something that caught Thalia slightly off guard. “Are you flirting with me?” Thalia teasingly asked, a small grin on her face.

She knew Desdemona was not flirting—well, at least she thinks. Thalia had never been the best at identifying flirting signs; sometimes they were undeniably obvious and hard to miss, and other times they were quite confusing, and Thalia wondered if she would second guess herself, but still, she knows Desdemona was not flirting; she probably did not even know what her words could imply to someone else because, well, she was Desdemona. “You’re so adorable,” Thalia commented, pinching Desdemona’s cheeks.

Thalia had then gone on to say that Des looked quite well rested, to which Desdemona had replied that indeed she was well rested, then had asked Thalia if she was just as well rested. “Well…” Thalia had began. She was definitely not well rested, the headache, the worries, the thoughts to North and the person she had come hear to find, the fears, and a lot of other things clouded her mind, but Thalia did not say that, no, no instead Thalia had said. “Could be worst,” She had chuckled, looking away slightly not wanting to say anything else. “Have you eaten this morning?” Thalia had asked, changing the subject, “I was just heading to the cafeteria, want to go together?” Thalia asked, pointing towards where the cafeteria should be. “Or we could walk around the building, until morning classes start.” Thalia said checking her watch, still some good minutes left.


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Esther Ruth Dubois (1)

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There was silence in the air as Esther waited for Lyra to answer, her mind racing with thoughts and feelings. The seconds tick by, the silence growing deeper, and soon Esther’s smile turns to a worried expression. She studies her friend carefully, trying to read her body language. Lyra takes a deep breath, her eyes shining like a window to her soul, just as Esther had always remembered. “It has to be something big,” she thought. Lyra takes in another deep breath, as if freeing herself from a burden. Then she shifts, and her voice trails off as she lets the words hang in the air.

"Vincenzo?” Esther’s eyes widened, her stomach knotted at the very sound of his name ringing in her ears. "I’m so sorry that happened”, she began, her face a mixture of expressions. "I don’t know how to say this - but I dated him too, years ago”, Esther’s voice began to crack, her composed facade crumbling. Letting her sadness speak for her, she continued, "I can’t believe he hasn’t changed, and he did this to you out of all people, you’re so kind and beautiful -”, she began tearing up, leaving her words behind in a stream of salty tears. Esther buried her face in her hands, embarrassed at her lack of composure, "I’m sorry for crying like this”, she started "I just - I’ve been feeling so terrible lately”. When the tears stopped, she wiped the remaining liquid from her cheeks, clearing her throat. "You know what, he isn’t worth it”, she admitted, sucking air into her lungs. She took Lyra’s hands again with reassurance, "You did nothing wrong Lyra”, she said softly.

Lyra then shifted her focus onto Esther’s concerns, taking her arm in hers. Her friend’s support brought a smile to Esther’s lips, despite the rather depressing situation. "Well - this is going to sound crazy”, she started, taking her phone out of her purse. She unlocked her phone and scrolled to her father’s messages, showing the screen to Lyra, beginning to explain the situation. "So, over the summer, I dated this guy, Hayes”, she started, "Everything was good at first, but when I told him I was enrolling in Ninth House he started acting very weird”, she paused, gazing up at Lyra with a tinge of sadness in her eyes.“After that, we had constant fights, until we finally broke up on my birthday”, looking up at the ceiling light, she sighed, finally admitting the big truth, "He poisoned me without enough poison to kill me - and I can’t figure out why”.

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@Jass - Lyra

@raviola - Vincenzo (mentioned)

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Dining hall || with Amani


As Amani’s gaze swept over Arya’s attire, Arya fought the urge to roll her eyes at the thinly veiled scrutiny. Instead, she met Amani’s gaze with a cool confidence, her expression betraying nothing as she listened to her observations. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement at the theatrics; Amani always had a way with words, weaving intricate webs of conversation that danced on the edge of truth and fiction.

Arya smirked at the implication, her own eyes roaming over Amani’s signature green attire with a knowing glint. "I suppose it depends on your definition of ‘interesting,’” she replied smoothly, her tone carrying a hint of playful ambiguity. “I like to think of it as a thin line between interesting and over the top. After all, isn’t it the blend of both that truly makes a statement?”

As Amani continued to speak, Arya’s gaze drifted around the cafeteria, taking in the bustling energy of the room with detached interest. The sound of Amani’s fingers tapping against the spine of her book echoed faintly in the air, a rhythmic backdrop to their conversation. The mention of Wyndham College’s penchant for extravagance elicited a soft chuckle from Arya. “Ah, yes,” she replied with a wry twist to her lips, “the magic of the academy. It’s really a wonder we don’t all sprout wings and fly off into the sunset.”

She couldn’t help but notice the subtle undercurrent of arrogance in Amani’s tone, the thinly veiled attempt to assert dominance in their conversation. But Arya was not one to be easily swayed by such tactics. “I suppose first impressions are important, but then again, it’s what comes after that truly defines us, wouldn’t you agree?” Her words held a hint of underlying meaning, a subtle reminder that first impressions were only the beginning of a much larger narrative.

“I’m confident in my abilities,” Arya replied smoothly, her tone measured and composed. “Success tends to follow those who are unafraid to seize opportunity when it presents itself.” She offered a subtle nod, her words carrying an underlying current of determination and self-assurance.

As her eyes fell upon the emerald hue of Amani’s attire, Arya couldn’t help but feel a surge of amusement at the irony of it all. “Ah, green,” she remarked casually, her tone deceptively light. “After all, nothing says ‘prosperity and growth’ like the color of envy and greed.” Arya’s smirk widened slightly as she continued, her words laced with a subtle hint of sarcasm. “But I guess we all have our superstitions."

Amani’s playful gesture of pulling out a chair did not go unnoticed by Arya, who accepted the seat with a gracious nod of thanks. As she settled into her seat, Arya couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the subtle power play unfolding between them. Despite their complicated history, there was still a lingering tension between them, a silent battle of wills that played out in every word and gesture.

Arya’s lips quirked into a sardonic smile as she listened to Amani’s playful banter, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Ah, Amani,” she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “how noble of you to consider the feelings of others. Truly, you’re a paragon of virtue, it’s almost inspiring.” She took another sip of her chai, letting the warmth of the drink soothe her nerves as she prepared herself for the verbal sparring match that was sure to follow. “In a world full of liars, it’s nice to know where we stand.”

Arya’s gaze flickered briefly to the window, where the morning sunlight danced across the courtyard outside, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow on the walls. Despite the playful banter between her and Amani, Arya couldn’t shake the underlying tension that simmered beneath the surface of their conversation. “Well,” she began, her tone measured and composed, “I can assure you that my life is anything but boring.”

As Amani mentioned Inessa again (obsessive much?), Arya’s demeanor shifted subtly, her jaw tensing ever so slightly at the mention of her friend’s name. “And as for ‘Gardens’,” she replied evenly, her tone carefully neutral. “I suppose even the most vibrant flowers need a bit of watering now and then.” Her words carried a hidden barb, a subtle reminder to Amani that she would not tolerate any disrespect towards her close friend. “I find it far more stimulating than engaging in petty gossip and thinly veiled insults, but to each their own.” She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Amani with a subtle challenge, as if daring her to continue down this path of passive aggression.


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@Madilnel Inessa mentioned

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Amani chuckled softly, her gaze meeting Arya’s with a twinkle of amusement. “Ah, quite the diplomatic answer, Sellenova,” she remarked, her lips quirking into a wry smile. “Perhaps you’re onto something there, does such a thing as a line between interesting and over the top exist, when both can be synonyms of each other?.” Amani questioned, dropping her pen, and grabbing her avocado toast, taking a small bite from it, her eyes never leaving that of Arya’s as she chewed. She dropped the toast in her hand, back unto the plate, and picked back her pen, but this time she did not tap-no, she simply held in in her hands, the wry smile never escaping her face. “Like your outfit for example,” Amani finally said, “Interesting, yet over the top, not many would think to dress up in a suit at,” Amani checked the time on her watch, "7:45, just to go the cafeteria and to classes, but you did. " She paused, letting her words linger in the air for a moment before continuing, “Ah, but perhaps therein lies the brilliance of it all” Amani mused, “To defy convention in such a subtle yet daring manner—now that is truly intriguing.” She reached out for another bite of her toast, savoring the feeling of it in her lips, “It’s the unexpected twists that keep life interesting, wouldn’t you say? Like finding a hidden gem amidst the ordinary.” Amani leaned back in her chair, a faint smile playing on her lips. “So, Arya Sellenova, do you see yourself as one who embraces the unconventional, or do you simply enjoy keeping the world guessing?” Before Arya could say anything, though, Amani had added, “Moreover, I like it,” She said reference to the fit, “It’s flattering on you,”

The conversation flowed, and more words were exchanged- cryptic playful words that were also quite tensed, “If we all sprouted wings and flew, then how would , Dear Adrian keep watch on us, silly,” Coyly, she had said, “We can only be Icarus, if he says it’s all right, if we stay in our all lanes and don’t threaten him too much.” Or perhaps it was the reverse, they- the students, could only ever be an Icarus, if they threatened Adrian’s position too much. During the masquerade ball, Amani had many thoughts about what happened to Miles North, though she had not allowed her mind to wonder so far, because Miles was really no one. He was a pretty face- yes, tall, and mysterious, but as insensitive as it sounds, Amani did not know him enough to care about him missing, to fake a sadden face and cry out loud ‘poor Miles! Me and him used to be friends, I would never forget the time we held hands walking to the cafeteria, a true angel’ the way people tended to do when a classmate they did not know quite well died-, but Amani knew enough to be curious about his death, to speculate about him and the rest of the missing students.

She had wondered, had it been another force or Headmaster Adrian? Had Miles North grown wings so tall and wide, that he had needed to play the role of Icarus- fall to his pride and bravery or had he simply run away.

“Yes, indeed,” Amani had agreed, taking a sip of her drink. “But first impressions are our first judges, they are what we are first judged by, the thing that will determine our initial reception in any given setting,” Amani continued thoughtfully, her gaze drifting to the bustling activity of the cafeteria before returning to Arya. “And yet, they are but a glimpse, a mere snapshot of the complexity that lies beneath the surface.” She continued, "The trick is after all, to have a good first impression and go beyond and above that first impression, " She took another sip of her drink, and ‘awwed’ “This drink has never failed me,” Amani said, as she shook the drink, 'Caramel latte is truly a classic"

As the conversation meandered into more cryptic realms, with Amani of course asking her strange questions, with amusement dancing in her eyes, Arya had replied,
stating that she was confident in her own abilities, her tone as measured and composed as ever. To which Amani simply ‘hmmed’ at that, tapping her notebook with her pen again.

“Envy and greed, no matter what anyone says, are very needed when searching for success.” In response, Amani had said, “As you said, success tends to follow those who are unafraid to seize opportunity when it presents itself, and who do you think are the most unafraid to seize that opportunity? It is the envious and the greedy of course, those who are ready to use anyone to reach what they want, those who are ready to get their hands dirty to seize success.”

Setting her cup down, Amani leaned back in her chair, the leather jacket soft against her skin. “For me, I won’t say I am an envious person- I have everything I desire after all, a loving family, money, looks, magical powers and intelligent. But I am very greedy when it comes to success, I possess what some might say a voracious appetite to succeed” She leaned closer, as if telling a secret, just between the two of them “I wish to prove myself, to validate myself, for whom? For myself of course, there is no better validation than the validation that comes from yourself, and,” Her green eyes flickered, looking pass Arya, “Proving that I can stand by myself, without my family backing me up.”

Her voice took on a softer tone, laden with introspection. “You see, , success is not merely a destination to be reached, but a journey of self-discovery and growth,” Amani continued, her words carrying a weight of earnest sincerity. “It’s about proving to oneself that one is capable of overcoming any obstacle, scaling any height, and achieving greatness beyond measure.”

Amani’s gaze held a steady intensity as she spoke, her passion for her aspirations burning brightly within her emerald eyes. “So, while some may label it as greed, I prefer to see it as an unwavering commitment to realizing my full potential,” she concluded, a determined glint dancing in her gaze. “For in the pursuit of success lies the opportunity to leave a lasting legacy, to carve out a path of greatness that will endure long after we’re gone.”

Using her magic, Amani had pulled a chair out for Arya, who had accepted with a nod of thanks as she sat, as if she was accepting this little ‘game’ they were playing. Arya had asked about her life, how the world of Amani was going, to which Amani had confessed to ‘a lot’ happening but did not say more. Instead she had joked, that she was having a change of heart and listening to birds now. To that, Arya’s liped had quirked into a sardonic smile, and retorted, making Amani laugh. “Thank you,” Amani had said, a hand on her chest, “I try everyday to become an inspiration to people, long live honesty or whatever the Romans said.”

With a flick of her wrist, Amani summoned a napkin, folding it neatly on the table before her, using it to wipe any crumbs from her lips, her gaze never leaving that of Arya’s, as Amani asked about her life. “Really?” Amani arched a brow, “Now i’m intrigued, please do say more, what are these exciting things in your life.”

At the mention of ‘gardens’, Arya’s demeanor had shifted, her jaw tensing, to which Amani had simply rolled her eyes at. Sorry for insulting your master, Amani almost found herself saying, was it truly ever that serious. Arya had retorted, talking about how the most vibrant flower needed a bit of watering now and then- Arya was truly like a body guard when it came to that Dunman, Amani thought. And the last of Arya’s words, Amani’s eyes widened, before she laughed, covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes twinkled. She pulled away, "You’re funny, Sellenova. Very funny, " Amani said as she reached for her bag, she pulled a gift, one that was giving to her from her older brother to give to Ayra. “Atticus said I should give you this,” She said handing out the gift, staring at Ayra, "As for petty gossip and thinly veiled insults, I have to disagree, I find them very stimulating,’ Amani said with a sardonic smile. “There’s a certain satisfaction in keeping others on their toes, isn’t there? Watching as they scramble to decipher the true meaning behind our words, only to find themselves lost in a maze of uncertainty, because there is just something everybody always seems to forget.” Amani whispered, “Is that I love playing games,” Amani smiled, “Don’t take everything I say too seriously, Sellonova, I know you like playing the role of the bodyguard, but you can stop being so tensed, I don’t bite.” Amani rolled her eyes.

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Lyra


As Esther’s words sank in, Lyra felt a wave of disbelief wash over her. She struggled to maintain her composure, to remain standing, her mind racing to process this unexpected revelation. “Wait, you dated Vincenzo?” she echoed, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Her eyes widened in realization, her mind piecing everything together with a sudden clarity that left her feeling slightly off-balance. “I remember you telling me about a guy you dated a while back…” Lyra trailed off, her words faltering as she grappled with the implications of Esther’s confession. “I promise, I had no idea it was him.” Lyra’s heart ached as she considered Esther’s pain, her thoughts drifting to the times she had witnessed her friend’s struggles. “I remember how much he has hurt you,” she admitted softly, her voice carrying the weight of their shared history. “I can’t believe he did that to both of us now.”

As Esther’s voice wavered with emotion, Lyra felt a surge of empathy swell within her. Despite her own pain, she found herself offering a comforting smile, a silent reassurance that they were in this together. “It’s okay, Esther,” Lyra whispered softly, her voice barely above a murmur. “You don’t need to apologize for feeling what you feel. We’ve both been through so much with him…”

Her voice trailed off, the weight of their shared experiences hanging heavily in the air. But then, a flicker of determination sparked in Lyra’s eyes as she met Esther’s gaze once again. “You’re right,” she agreed, her tone soft and gentle. “He isn’t worth our tears or our time. We deserve better than someone who can’t appreciate the kindness and beauty in front of him.”

With a reassuring squeeze of Esther’s hands, Lyra offered a small but genuine smile. “Thank you, Esther,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. “For being here, for understanding… I’m so glad you walked into my life.” Her mind went back to that sweet childhood memory of their first meeting, a memory she was very fond of. As the memory played in her mind, the small smile that had graced her lips before, gradually blossomed into a radiant expression of warmth and fondness.

That happiness Lyra felt through being reminded of her connection with Esther, it did not last long. This because the next revelation was just as shocking, if not more so. “Poisoned?” Lyra’s voice echoed softly in the quiet space, the word carrying a weight that seemed to hang in the air. The gravity of the situation settled upon her shoulders like a heavy burden, and she struggled to find words to express the shock and disbelief swirling within her.

“That’s… unimaginable,” Lyra finally managed to articulate, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions - anger, fear, and a profound sense of injustice. She couldn’t fathom how someone could commit such a despicable act against another human being, let alone her dear friend Esther.

As she spoke, Lyra’s gaze softened, shifting from shock to concern as she turned to look at Esther. The pain etched into her friend’s features tugged at Lyra’s heartstrings, stirring a deep sense of empathy within her. She conjured a small, delicate flower in her palm, imbued with a comforting aura. It was a white lily, a flower that symbolised protection, as Lyra above all else wanted Esther to be safe. Yet, at the same time it was a symbol of healing and hope. “Here,” Lyra whispered gently, offering the flower to Esther, “Hold onto this. It’s like a guardian, watching over you.” While to some this might have seemed like a silly meaningless gesture, Lyra believed in the power of nature. In the fact a single flower could keep her friend safe from any future harm.

“I can’t believe someone would do something so… cruel,” Lyra continued, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and indignation. She shook her head slowly, as if trying to shake off the weight of the revelation. Despite the turmoil raging within her, Lyra remained steadfast in her commitment to stand by Esther’s side through it all and not show her own emotions too much.

After expressing her disbelief and offering her support, Lyra’s concern for Esther’s well-being grew even more pronounced. With a gentle yet probing tone, she posed the question that lingered on her mind. “Esther, how are you feeling physically? Has everything… passed?” Lyra’s voice was soft, her eyes filled with genuine concern as she awaited Esther’s response. She knew that recovering from such an ordeal could take time, and she wanted to ensure that her friend was free from any lingering effects of the poison. Some could be deceitful, seemingly having passing, yet, returning stronger after time passed.

“And do you know what type of poison it was?” Lyra asked gently, her tone tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. “I just… I want to make sure you’re okay and that you’ve received the right treatment.” Her words conveyed both a desire to offer assistance and a subtle reassurance that she was there for Esther every step of the way. Growing up surrounded by the enchanting secrets of the natural world, Lyra had developed a keen understanding of plants, their properties, and their potential dangers. She knew nearly everything there was to know about natural poisons and their antidotes, if there was any moment that knowledge might come in useful, it was at this moment.


Esther - @Mouschi
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everyone adores you (at least i do)


“Slow down,” Thalia laughed as she hugged her. She had a point, Desdemona’s enthusiasm was a lot, sometimes unnecessary, but was it so wrong to just love your friends that much? One could suppose that was just Desdemona’s way of being, and beside her, anyone could look stoic and mature. Beside her, Desdemona sometimes thought about how she seemed to sober Thalia, like they were both calmer when they were together, it was a side of Thalia that she didn’t think many people saw. It was kind of sweet.

Even more than usual, though, Thalia was speaking very limitedly. Desdemona had smiled when Thalia said it was lovely that she was good, but that smile faltered when she noticed the squint in her eyes. “Thalia, do you have a hangover?” Mona asked matter-of-factly, unable to conjugate her words into something more casual. She was not very good at that, in fact, most of her sentences were quite eccentric, especially around her best friend.

“Are you flirting with me?”

Mona blushed, her cheeks rosy and she felt like her heart rate was increasing. Was she flirting? No, so she wasn’t. But what a silly question it was for Thalia ask if she was. Mona had no idea how to flirt! No idea at all, she didn’t know how to flirt, she didn’t know how to converse… she just talked and hoped for the best! She supposed she wouldn’t mind flirting with Thalia, it could be nice, lovely even. But where would that lead? Only boys and girls date, no?

“No,” Mona giggled shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s just true!” The girl enthused, recuperating the easygoing nature of her disposition. But it was so easy to melt, like butter in a warm mug when Thalia pinched her cheek. She grinned ear to ear this time, proud of herself.

“Could be worse?” Mona furrowed her brows listening to Thalia avoid talking to her for real. She put her hands on her hips, posing to emphasize her seriousness. “How much did you sleep last night?” Desdemona asked curiously. “And why so little?”

With an inquisitive look, Mona tilted her head, taking in Thalia’s features as if she were looking for symptoms for a diagnosis. There were dark circles under Thalia’s eyes, dark circles Mona could not to relate to and therefore assumed must have been severe, and her curls were a bit separated, so she most likely did not have much time to care for it in the past 24 hours. “Did you see someone you did flirt with?” She said, intuitively sensing what might have been the problem . “…and it didn’t go so well?” Mona tried to be sensitive, but she could not help but wonder that if this was the case, who might she have been talking to?
She thought perhaps Thalia could tell her at breakfast.

“I haven’t eaten yet, but I’m not really hungry,” Mona replied, following the current of her inner monologue as she spoke. “But we could grab a snack and take it to my room.” She said mischievously, a cheeky smile growing on the side of her lips. “I want you to see kiki!” She beamed, “And I… should probably feed him, I kind of forgot to this morning…” Mona said, realizing she had forgotten to feed him. She did not necessarily feel guilty, though, more so a bit embarrassed that now Thalia knew too.


@kristi Thalia


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Dominic Vaillant

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The curtain covering the sole window was nearly closed, aside from a small gap, where sunlight found its way into the darkness of Dominic’s dorm. The candles by his bedside had long burnt out, leaving him accustomed to the darkness. He squinted, rolling over to pull the covers over his head. A thick book landed on the ground with a loud thud, its bookmark falling out from the middle where he last left off that night. Dominic groaned, breaking the serene silence of the campus.

A day had passed since he arrived at Ninth House. And already, he found himself struggling to get out of bed and attend his first lecture. Unconventional Psychology, how exciting. Another subject he’s had to endure his entire life, and to think a magical academy would be different. He wasn’t about to waste precious time out of his day to fall asleep at a desk, when the comfort of his own bed was right there.

Well, that was an option, if something else hadn’t drawn his attention. In such a grand academy there bound to be hidden secrets and enchanted places not many knew of. Not only was he curious about the selection the library could offer, but also, what could be hiding in those books — what insight he could gain for this new world, tricks to navigate it easier, or even clues to a secret location he could sneak into and explore. As much as he hated to admit it, a place like this held a special charm, bringing out his inner child and the urge to roam around where he isn’t allowed. Things were different now. Unlike then, he now had the freedom.

As he looked around his new room, he paused to take in the small details, from the neatly organized bookshelves lined up on each wall, to the sleek desk and smooth, dark colors adding an air of elegance. For once, he had a place to call his own, a chance to separate himself from the restaints of his grandparents’ old home. He was no longer sleeping in the worn down, creaky bed that belonged to his mother as a child, nor the cracked walls and unstable bookshelves filled only with textbooks. He had a door to his room, and silence when he demanded it, Dominic almost couldn’t believe it was reality. One thing was certain, he could never go back, and he firmly decided with a now-clearer mind.

After an hour or so of laying around in bed, Dominic dragged himself out and got ready for the day. By the time he was finished, his first morning class was nearly over. He arrived to the second one, only a few minutes late, settling in the back of the classroom where nobody could talk to him so early in the morning.

In between breaks, he found himself wandering the halls, getting lost in the sound of quiet footsteps, the carefully carved sculptures and ceilings stretching out above his head. He’d walked around the night before, and he did so now, yet he still felt like he hasn’t even seen half of this building. For a brief moment he regretted getting carried away at something so mindless as a party, especially with more important matters looming ahead, yet he couldn’t deny how much that woman intrigued him. Lenore… He wondered if they’d cross paths again.

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During the bonfire gathering, Dominic found himself walking down the halls to the group dormitories. He figured such a simple event wasn’t worth his time either, instead he was set on a different goal, something he’d been avoiding since he stepped foot in Ninth House — paying the infamous Umbra Coven a visit. If Dante’s words were anything to go by, then he’d have to be extra careful around those men. In such a cryptic academy, they were those who could manipulate shadows at their whim. Much like… A certain someone. And Dominic himself.

Loud chatter echoed out through the halls, breaking him out of his thoughts. He followed the sound until he reached a door, his hand freezing at the handle. It wasn’t fully closed, giving him a glimpse into the inner world of what he assumed was the Umbra Coven. The atmosphere almost resembled a frat house, the mess on the floor and obnoxious conversations making him shudder in disgust. Taking a deep breath, he carefully pushed the door open, using the chaos as an opportunity to sneak past groups of men and blend among the crowd. But he stood out like a sore thumb in his dark attire, formal yet dark, gloomy; nothing like the uniforms. Dominic was well aware, and he kept his head down, hoping to shuffle past in silence until he reached a balcony, a corner, or a door leading elsewhere. Anywhere he could observe from a distance like a visitor at the circus.

Of course, his free entertainment couldn’t even last a moment. Not even seconds passed before a man swung the door open, tossing his shoes aside and immediately addressing the crowd. Dominic flinched, darting his eyes away from him. Though he was just another member, something about his disheveled uniform, his confidence and piercing eyes was intimidating. He could already tell, a man like that was looking for a target, especially freshmen who were already clueless enough.

To his non-existent luck, he called out right to Dominic, bringing everyone’s eyes on him. Their eyes pierced into him like daggers. That man’s laugh made him shiver, partly in disgust and partly in anger from the humiliation. He kept his expression neutral as the distance between them closed, locking his dark eyes on the figure in front. “New? What makes you say that?” he raised a brow lazily, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Something that caught his attention, specifically, was the way his friend attempted to hold him back. Dominic’s heart was already pounding, the tension rising in the air and the room becoming even more suffocating than before. And yet, as he stood face to face with this intimidating figure, Dominic’s lips curved into a small smile. There was something so thrilling about being faced with danger, and pushing himself deeper into it without thinking twice. Dominic chuckled at his question, just the way he carried himself with confidence bordering on arrogance. “And who are you to ask?” he asked bluntly, letting his expression go cold as to not betray his fear.

Two other men surrounded him, following after the tall one like pawns. Pathetic. “Am I being interrogated, now? I apologize, I was looking for the Umbra Coven. I’ve heard it was one of the houses of Wyndham College, quite a prestigious one.” Though he tried to stop it, the corner of his lips curved into a small smirk. “My mistake, I must’ve walked into the middle school by accident”

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Arya’s eyebrows rose ever so slightly at Amani’s commentary, her lips quirking into a wry smile as she absorbed the other girl’s words. “Well,” she began, her tone light yet pointed, “some of us prefer to make a statement, even in the most mundane of settings.” She allowed her words to linger in the air for a moment before continuing, her expression composed yet tinged with a hint of defiance. Her gaze drifting to the window where the morning sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over the room. "To defy convention in such a subtle yet daring manner, to challenge the status quo and carve out a space for yourself in a world that often demands conformity." She leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful as she considered Amani’s words.

Her gaze wandered briefly to the bustling cafeteria around them, the ebb and flow of students moving like a symphony of chaos. “But perhaps,” Arya added with a thoughtful pause, “it’s not about defying convention for the sake of it, but rather embracing the essence of who we are.” She allowed her words to linger in the air for a moment, the weight of their meaning hanging between them like a delicate thread.
“Why conform to the boring ordinary when you can do things your way, even at 7:45 in the morning?" She glanced down at her attire, the crisp lines of the blazer and the sleek silhouette of the leather pants a testament to her penchant for self expression and defying convention.

She couldn’t help but appreciate the subtle compliment Amani offered about her outfit, though she masked her gratitude with a cool demeanor. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Amani,” she remarked with a playful glint in her eyes. “But I suppose it’s nice to know that even the most unconventional choices can still earn a nod of approval from the fashion police.” with a playful smirk playing on her lips, she took a sip of her chai, the warmth of the liquid offering a momentary distraction from Amani’s probing questions. Arya couldn’t help but admire the other girl’s skillful manipulation of words, each sentence crafted with precision to provoke a response.

Arya couldn’t suppress the quirk of her eyebrow at Amani’s cryptic remarks, her lips curving into a faint, sardonic smile. “Ah, Dear Adrian,” she echoed, her tone dry as she emphasized the title with mock reverence. “Such a benevolent overseer,” Arya mused, her voice tinged with a hint of cynicism. “Do you think he fancies himself as the all-seeing eye, watching over us mere mortals like some omnipotent deity?” She shook her head with a wry smile, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intelligence. “Or perhaps he fears us, fears just how high some of us are willing to soar, or what we might uncover if we were to spread our wings and fly too close to the sun.”
With a steely resolve, Arya met Amani’s gaze with a cool confidence, her words laden with hidden meaning. “Perhaps,” she replied enigmatically, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken truths. “We are all Icarus in our own way, destined to fly too close to the sun and face the consequences of our ambition. But,” she added with a subtle emphasis, “it doesn’t have to be a tragedy, unless you’d rather just be a nice little pawn.”

Arya listened to Amani’s words with a raised eyebrow, her expression unreadable as she processed the other girl’s musings. “first impressions are a tiny glimpse into the facade we present to the world, they can be very limited, and pretty deceiving sometimes.” Arya mused, her gaze drifting back to Amani, “The trick, as you say,” Arya replied with a wry smile, “is not to be bound by the limitations of first impressions, but to transcend them entirely.” She took a sip of her chai, which was not any less of a good drink as a caramel latte, but to each their own.

Arya listened intently as Amani spoke, her gaze steady and unwavering as she absorbed the other girl’s words. There was a certain intensity in Amani’s demeanor, a fire burning within her that Arya couldn’t help but admire, even if she didn’t entirely agree with her sentiments.

Arya listened intently as Amani spoke, her gaze steady and unwavering as she absorbed the other girl’s words. There was a certain intensity in Amani’s demeanor, a fire burning within her that Arya couldn’t help but admire, even if she didn’t entirely agree with her sentiments.
“Envy and greed,” Arya repeated thoughtfully. It was an interesting perspective, to say the least, an acknowledgment of the darker impulses that drove people to seek success at any cost. And yet, there was a certain truth to Amani’s words, a raw honesty that resonated with Arya on some level.
There was a certain logic to her assertion that success favored those who were unafraid to seize opportunity when it presented itself. Like Amani, Arya was no stranger to ambition, no stranger to the relentless pursuit of success.

For Arya, success was not merely about seizing opportunities or achieving personal validation—it was about mastery, about pushing the boundaries of her own capabilities to their limits and beyond. She had always prided herself on her independence and her ability to forge her own path, in attempt to be free of the expectations or limitations imposed by others.
“I suppose there’s a certain truth to what you’re saying,” Arya conceded, her tone measured as she chose her words carefully. “Success is indeed a journey of self-discovery and growth, a testament to your ability to overcome obstacles and achieve greatness.” Success, after all, was not for the faint of heart - it required a hunger, a thirst for greatness that burned like a fire within the soul. And though some may view such ambition as selfish or even ruthless, Arya understood the necessity of ambition in the pursuit of one’s dreams.

Arya’s lips quirked into a subtle smirk as Amani joked about her newfound appreciation for birdwatching, a sardonic amusement dancing in her eyes. “Ah, yes, nothing quite like a change of heart to spice things up,” she replied dryly, her tone laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. “Who knew you had a thing for birds?”

As Amani summoned a napkin with a flick of her wrist and wiped away the remnants of her snack, Arya couldn’t help but appreciate the girl’s effortless grace. There was a certain elegance to Amani’s movements, a quiet confidence that spoke volumes without the need for words. Amani’s question about her life prompted Arya to offer a vague yet diplomatic response, her words carefully chosen to reveal little while still maintaining a sense of polite interest. “Exciting things in my life” Arya echoed with a thoughtful hum. “Oh, you know,” she replied vaguely, a diplomatic smile gracing her lips. “Let’s just say I’ve been keeping busy.”

Arya regarded Amani with a cool, composed expression until her next words caught Arya off guard, her eyebrow arching in surprise as Amani handed her a gift from her brother. She accepted it with a nod of thanks, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected surprise from Atticus. Atticus had always been a familiar presence in Arya’s life, she had known him since childhood, their friendship predating even her acquaintance with Amani herself. And despite their shared history, Arya couldn’t help but feel a twinge of surprise at the unexpected gesture. Her birthday was still two months away, and she hadn’t expected any gifts until then. “Atticus,” Arya mused, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Always full of surprises, that one.” She added, making a mental note to thank him later for whatever it was.

Amani spoke, and Arya couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the thinly veiled barbs laced within her words. Amani’s sardonic smile and playful demeanor belied a sharp wit and a penchant for manipulation, qualities that Arya had always found both intriguing and frustrating in equal measure.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Arya replied smoothly, her tone carefully neutral as she met Amani’s gaze with an inscrutable expression. “But you’ll forgive me if I prefer to take everything with a grain of salt.” She offered a small smile with a nod of her head, glancing down at the gift before putting it down on the table, yet unopened.

Arya met Amani’s smile with a subtle tilt of her head and a faint quirk of her lips , her expression betraying a hint of amusement at the other girl’s playful jab. Though she maintained her usual composed demeanor, Arya couldn’t help but find Amani’s assessment amusing, if not entirely accurate.
“Noted” Arya replied smoothly, her tone carrying a subtle note of amusement. “But don’t worry, I can handle a little bite now and then.”

“Besides,” she continued, her tone cool and composed, “a little tension adds to the thrill of the game, wouldn’t you agree?” Arya’s gaze met Amani’s with a knowing look, acknowledging the unspoken challenge that lingered between them.
Despite their differences and the occasional barbed exchange, Arya couldn’t deny the undeniable chemistry that existed between them, an appreciation for Amani’s sharp intellect and ability to engage in deep conversation, as well as a shared appreciation for the art of conversation, the thrill of intellectual sparring, a recognition of the shared pursuit of greatness, In Amani, she found a worthy adversary, sort of a kindred spirit with whom she could spar intellectually, exchanging barbs and witticisms with equal measure.


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Inessa had always been in love with the school. Its architecture never failed to captivate her. While she appreciated the sleek modern aesthetic of her home, there was a certain allure to Wyndham College that she couldn’t resist. From the ominous gates that guarded the grounds to the arch that welcomed visitors upon entry, every detail exuded a sense of history.

The old halls echoed with whispers, filled with statues and paintings that seemed to come to life in the dim light. But it was the gardens that held a special place in her heart. And of course, the library, with its towering shelves and hushed atmosphere.

As Inessa reflected on her affection for the library, she pondered the true source of her attachment. Was it the physical space itself, with its towering shelves and hushed ambiance, that drew her in? Or was it the people she encountered within its walls, each interaction leaving a mark on her memory? Or was her love for the library rooted in something more fundamental: her insatiable thirst for knowledge. The pursuit of learning, the quest for success?

As Inessa entered her third year at Wyndham College. in her time at the school, she had exploreded every nook and cranny of the library, her presence a familiar sight among the towering stacks of books. It hadn’t always been her top choice of places to spend her time; when she first started school, she often found herself on a bench outside of the dorms, surrounded by the quiet beauty of nature.

Though, it wasn’t always quiet. No, not really. It was here, as students entered and left their homes, that they often let their guard down, their conversations veering from academic pursuits to more personal matters. Inessa found herself drawn to these moments of vulnerability, relishing the snippets of conversation that drifted through the air like secrets waiting to be discovered. It was in these exchanges that she found a different kind of knowledge, one that spoke to human nature. Inessa found herself immersed in a world of whispers and revelations, each one offering a glimpse into the lives of those around her.

Before she made a name for herself, of course, As her reputation grew within the school community, she found herself in a position where she no longer needed to rely on subtlety to achieve her goals. With her intelligence, charisma, and natural leadership abilities, she had earned the respect and admiration of her peers, allowing her to navigate the social dynamics of Wyndham College with ease. No longer relegated to the sidelines, Inessa now stood at the forefront of campus life, her presence commanding attention wherever she went.

Hayes’s response caught her off guard. His voice, devoid of emotion, struck her as unusually cold and distant. Was he intentionally being yhis way? Inessa couldn’t think of a reason for his abrupt demeanor, especially in such a casual interaction.

As Hayes echoed her words, His cryptic response only added to her confusion, leaving her to wonder about the meaning behind his words. Was he referring to their shared history, or was there something more beneath the surface? Despite her curiosity, she chose not to press him further, respecting his desire for privacy.

Hayes’s playful response elicited a grin from Inessa, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. Despite his initial attitide, she sensed a warmth in his demeanor as he engaged in banter with her. With a chuckle, she played along, enjoying the camaraderie they shared. “Maybe I should start charging for my company if I’m in such high demand,” she said back, matching his light-hearted tone. “And as for the summer, well, let’s just say it was eventful enough to make coming back here seem like a breeze.”

Her curiosity piqued by Hayes’s unexpected presence. Inessa’s mind buzzed with curiosity as she pondered what Hayes had been up to over the summer. Had he embarked on any exciting trips? And who had he spent his time with during the break? The questions swirled in her thoughts, eager for answers as she awaited his response.

Inessa’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. “You know you could’ve reached out and told me you were coming back….” voice dripped with a hint of pettiness, her tone laced with a touch of sass. “Or just reach out in general.” She let out a soft sigh, her words tinged with a playful yet pointed reminder of the importance of communication a friendship.

As Inessa thought over Hayes’s lack of communication, a nagging question lingered in her mind: was there a reason he left her without a word? Despite her uncertainty, one thing remained clear to her: their friendship, their closeness, should have meant something.

Inessa pursed her lips in anticipation as she waited for Hayes’s response, her impatience bubbling beneath the surface. “Regardless, I am glad you are here,” she declared, her tone softened by genuine affection. Placing her free hand on his arm, she let her thumb gently rub the worn leather he wore. “I am thankful we have another year together. I feel there’s so much we have yet to do!” Her words carried a sense of optimism and enthusiasm, back to her usual bright exterior.

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“Thalia, do you have a hangover?”

‘Yes’, Thalia thought, ‘A very bad, and annoying one’ She could have admitted, but instead she had flashed a smile, ignored the pounding beating inside her head, and said, “No?” Thalia had denied, “What makes you think I have one? Do I look that dead?” Thalia questioned as she chuckled, as if she had told a funny joke.

As if her throat didn’t feel like sandpaper, or the dimming light in the halls wasn’t exacerbating her headache. As if she weren’t already weary of conversation, or as if her nose wasn’t still throbbing from last night’s revelry. Having a hangover was never pleasant, but today it seemed to bear down on her with an unusual gravity, weighing upon her shoulders like a lead blanket. . It reminded her of when she was younger, at a party hosted by her sisters when their parents went away, just like the masquarade party- it had been a masked party, she had been wearing a mask because it was a party to celebrate ‘freedom’ as her sisters had said, for juniors and seniors before they entered college and experience the depressive nature of college.

Last chance to be kids, Kaelith had said, taking a bite of a red apple, You will come won’t you? She had asked, as if the event weren’t taking place in the very house Thalia called home.

“I literally live in the house” Thalia had responded, confused.

'You know what I mean," But at that time Thalia did not, because Thalia struggled with understanding her sister or people in general, she had always found herself a little ‘loss’ when it came to people outside viewing them from her camera lenses ,
“Are you going to wear a mask, join in the revelry, or continue being your weird self?” Kaelith had pressed, her words a mix of teasing and exasperation, leaving Thalia to ponder her place amidst the festivities and the world beyond.

Kae’s words weren’t meant to wound; they were the playful banter exchanged between sisters or closest friends, a language Thalia had grown accustomed to. “I’ll continue being my weird self,” Thalia had retorted to Kae’s jest, brushing off the teasing with practiced nonchalance.

Yet, despite her declaration, Thalia found herself donning a mask at the party. She lingered on the outskirts, perched by the poolside, her legs immersed in the cool water, a silent observer of the festivities unfolding around her. She resisted the pull of the crowd, content in her solitude, until curiosity or perhaps a burgeoning sense of adventure propelled her into the fray.

And then the drinks flowed freely, blurring the edges of inhibition until one reckless decision led to another. She found herself entangled with a boy, familiar yet strangely distant behind his own mask. It was a moment spurred on by a game of truth or dare, an impulsive act that spiraled out of control, staining the night with bloody hues.

The aftermath was a haze of confusion and consequences. Police lights pierced the darkness, casting shadows of apprehension over the revelry. Her sisters had quickly cleaned up the house, and Thalia had woke up to a horrible hangover, just like now.

But just like before- Thalia touched her pendant, she would survive it, and nothing would happen, nothing strange like the… like what had truly unfolded then.

"Are you flirting with me? Thalia had teased, knowing it would cause Desdemona’s cheeks to redden. Desdemona had been quick to deny, her voice and gesture very shy. It was all so undeniable cute, and had caused Thalia’s smile to widen.

“Just true, huh?” ” she teased, leaning in slightly, her voice dipped in playful incredulity. “Well then, I can also confess, I’m rather glad to be with you right now,” Although, she had tried to escape a conversation with her a few minutes before.

“Last night was weird,” Thalia admitted, at Mona’s questioning gaze, “Was stuck on an assignment and did not get enough time to sleep,” Thalia lied. For some reason, she just did not want to admit to Desdemona, that she had drank way more than she should have, and now had a terrible headache. She knew Desdemona would not judge her, just be disappointed or feel sorry for her, but that was exactly what Thalia did not want, she had already disappointed herself enough last night.

She had hoped that Desdemona would stop asking questions, would naively accept what Thalia had said, but she did not, instead she had asked more questions, asking if she had flirted with someone and it did not go quite well. Thalia blinked at that, “No-Well, something like that,” It was not technically ‘something like that’ because Thalia had not flirted with the dark haired girl from the party- she thinks, at least from what she remembered, instead she had taken a photo of her, and had completely embarrassed herself in front of her, “There was no flirting though,” Just a very large amount of embarrassing behavior. Wishing to change the subjects, Thalia had immediately brought up breakfast, asking if Desdemona was hungry, to which she had said no, then had quickly rephrased it to say they could grab a snack and go up to her room to meet kiki. “You brought Kiki with you?” Thalia had questioned incredulous.

Kiki was Mona’s pet lizard, a pet that Mona rarely never not spoke about. She was small, green and was liked very much by Atum Thalia’s cat.. Thalia did not remember if they were allowed to bring pets in or not, but "I won’t tell anyone, " Thalia said, shaking her head and chuckling, “Can’t believe you brought him with you though,” Although that was very believable, giving the fact it was Desdemona they were talking about after all. “But yes, you should probably feed him. Let’s go get some snacks for Kiki,”

Thalia and Desdemona made their way to the campus cafeteria, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the chatter of students as they queued up for their morning pick-me-ups. Reaching the counter, Thalia had found herself ordering a cup of black coffee- always keeps you awake after all! and a plain bagel. She had also picked some blueberries, “Some blueberries for Kiki,” Thalia smiled.


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Amani listened attentively, absorbing each syllable that passed from Ayra’s lips, her hands still on her pen interesting, Amani thought to herself as Ayra continued to talk, *‘quite the interesting viewpoint’*Amani smiled.

“Most succumb, you know,” Amani ventured, her voice a blend of lament and admiration as the pen danced between her fingers. “They relinquish their very souls, bowing to the ceaseless tide of conformity.” The pen ceased its ballet, orienting itself towards Arya like a compass needle finding north. “But not you,” she declared, her gaze fixed, the pen now a directed arrow. “Yours is a perspective most singular.”

The sparkle in Amani’s eyes sharpened, mirroring the edge of her thoughts, yet her smile was restrained, as if smiling wider would be doing too much. “England—this patchwork of contradiction and tradition—how could we ever dream of bland uniformity? And even if it were so, what virtue lies in sameness, in the abandonment of one’s own sartorial script?”

Once, they had been what people would call friends, companions in youths whispering secrets and horsing around, the world in their hands- the way a child would normally think. Arya has always been close to Amani’s siblings after all, they treated her like a sister, welcoming her with open arms, and laughing with her. Amani too had laughed with her and played with her, although at first, Amani did not like Arya- no upon their first meeting, she had been quite ‘indifferent’ to Arya, but that had changed as soon as Arya spoke and Amani knew from that moment that she was bound to befriend Arya.

So then what made them fall out? To say it simple, it was the same thing that made Amani like Arya- her unbridled perspective, her opinions or more so her opinions on a certain person that Amani often found herself at disagreement with.

" Flatter will get you everywhere, Amani,"

“Oh, will it now?” Amani replied, her voice laced with equal parts amusement and challenge. Her pen hovered momentarily, as if punctuating her next thoughts. Amani leaned closer, a small smirk on her face, and her eyes glinting with amusement, “But perhaps I’m not aiming to get everywhere,” She leaned back, bringing the pen close to her lips, the tip grazing her lower lip as Amani traced Arya’s sharp features with her eyes, her eyes going from Arya’s brown eyes down, “Just the right places,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “And besides, could I truly call myself the fashion police if I only liked the conventional?” Amani said, matching Arya’s playful smirk, “The unconventional has a certain allure, wouldn’t you say?”

With all that, their conversation had shifted to more ‘philosophical’ ones, one’s that were very cryptic and some would have considered strange. “Both, I think it’s both,” Amani began, “I reckon that he fancies himself a puppeteer, pulling strings from behind the scenes and making us play games that he wants to play,” Amani raised her coffee high in the air as if inspecting, “And his daughter, like many parents like to think, is his biggest and favorite puppet. And he hopes we can all be like her, but that is not quite possible now is it?” Amani mused, dropping the coffee back down. Some of us might be Icaruses, but we others are the very sun itself or more like the very fire itself. We are the thing that burns." Amani chuckled, reaching out for her to drink to take a sip. Dropping it down, she picks at her toast, taking a small bite of it.

With a faint smile, Amani raised her drink in a silent toast, “Should we toast then?” Amani questioned, “To transcending limitations,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper “and embracing the full spectrum of non-conformity.”

To Arya’s agreement with Amani’s perspective of success, Amani had responded playfully, a hint of laughter dancing in her eyes. “There is always a certain truth to what I say,” she remarked, her tone lighthearted yet confident. “I might be b*tchy but every now and then I try not to be a liar,” she teased, “Quite glad we can have a similar ground on success,” She winked.

When Arya had asked about Amani’s life, Amani had brought up birds or more so what a little birdie had told her to which Arya had questioned. “There are a lot of things you don’t know of me Sellenova. These days I think I’m fancying myself a bird woman, favorite might be the crows so far- read a book about them and who knew they were so interesting.” Amani grinned, “You know, if you were a bird, I fancy that you would be a raven, another favorite of mine.” She remarked, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It was a subtle nod to Arya’s sharp wit and mysterious demeanor, traits that seemed to align with the enigmatic nature of the raven.

Shifting the attention from her and her life, Amani had summoned a napkin with a flick of her wrist and then asked about Arya’s life, intrigued to see just what Arya Leina Sellenova was up to. “Keeping busy, hmm?” Amani echoed, her tone light and teasing. “Well, I suppose that’s one way to keep life interesting. Filling it with secrecy. Care to share any hints of what busy means or has a little birdie also told you to keep quiet?” Amani asked raising a brow.

Just as the conversation was easing itself, their game of chess- sorry their conversation tensed and for a second, Amani had allowed it to stay tensed, until she began to laugh out loud, covering her mouth with her hands. Very funny Amani had said, reaching for her bag, and pulling out a gift. A gift from brother Atticus. Amani watched Arya’s reaction to the unexpected gift, allowing a moment of silence to linger between them. Her fingers tapped lightly against the desk, a rhythmic beat echoing the tempo of her thoughts. One, two, * trois*. she counted, sitting up as she began to speak, a sardonic smile playing on her face . As Arya responded smoothly, her tone carefully neutral, Amani couldn’t suppress a smirk. It was amusing to see Arya play along, maintaining her composed demeanor even as she navigated the intricate verbal sparring match they often engaged in.

“It’s easy,” Amani said leaning in, “If you insist on taking everything with a grain of salt, then don’t think of me as ‘everything’. Think of me as Amani-the one you take as your sweet indulgence” She rubbed her fingertips together, “Or simply remember, I’ve never been just anyone to you—just as you’ve never been to me, even now, in our most tensed of moments.” Amani’s gaze shifted towards Arya’s drink, she grabbed it with one hand, bringing it close to her lips but not at a touching length “Mind if I take a drink?” Amani asked, setting the drink back down, “What’s in it? Smells like chai,” she said, leaning back into her chair. Amani already knew what it was, it was easy to guess but she still felt the need to ask.

At Arya’s next words, Amani could not help but to laugh, her smile wide and genuine. “Oh, I have no doubt you can handle more than just a little bite,” she quipped, a playful glint in her gaze. “But how much do you think you can really handle?” She challenged, raising a brow.

She leaned forward slightly, mirroring Arya’s knowing look. “Indeed, tension does add an exhilarating edge to our interactions,” Amani agreed, looking back at her book then at Arya. “It’s like a dance of minds, each step carefully calculated yet filled with spontaneity.”


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The man before him spoke with a calm sarcasm, all too calm considering the way they had approached him. It was interesting, and almost uncharacteristic of him, even though Vincenzo didn’t know him. He didn’t think men who wore loafers to class tended to smirk very often. So what was the purpose of the act? Was that really just his natural way of reacting? Either way, something was off about him, but Vincenzo proceeded, replying to each piece of his dialogue.

“Probably the fact that you still haven’t denied it,” Enzo replied with an ill-intended smile, feigning charm for the sole pleasure of it. “That and just the simple fact that I don’t know you. I try to learn everyone’s names by the end of the first week, usually. Care to introduce yourself?" He asked, allowing him the courtesy of an introduction before they continued.

He let him talk, not really seeming to listen to the man. His name was Dominic, it was his first and final year, he was from some town, the rest didn’t matter. Vincenzo had looked up in another direction when he began to talk, already bored and waiting for him to finish his sentence until Enzo could begin his.

Enzo turned to the rest of the Umbra coven. “You guys remember that. Dominic.” A few faces turned, one or two guys nodded, and then, knowing he had finished some sort of procedure before the other man spoke again, something in Vincenzo’s expression shifted, and malice crackled from his lips into a smile.

Dominic must have had no idea what he had signed up for when he agreed to come to Wyndham. From the mysterious disappearances to the group dynamics, it was a lot to deal with. He almost felt bad for the guy, but at least Umbra was different. Although it didn’t seem like it sometimes, they were there to protect each other, and he truly believed that. Some of them, to Vincenzo, were just loyal dogs at his call, like the men beside him, but the ones that mattered were more brothers to him than any traditional siblings could be. Dominic looked weak, but Vincenzo wanted to give him a chance to prove himself. Under his facade, after an unfair fight, he wanted to see how the man would handle himself.

He scoffed hearing the man’s question. “Who am I to ask?” He paused. “This is the Umbra coven, Dominic. We’re brothers, right?” Enzo gave him a light nudge to the shoulder, using his joke to test how much his body swayed from the light impact. As expected, his shoulders rocked ever so slightly, hm. Clearly he was speaking defensively, but he didn’t seem to know how to tense enough to defend himself. Another weakling, he supposed, but that was fine. They would become stronger here.

The man gave him an attempt at a smirk, and Vincenzo had enough of his nonsense, summoning shadows that enveloped his wrists, and the dark ropes snapped together. It almost looked like Dominic had winced. That made the side of his lip curl.

“Alright.” He paused, “We can be a little immature sometimes, no shame in it. But that’s not what this is about.”

“As you know, we like to do a little bit of magic around here,” he smirked, glancing down at the shadows around Dominic’s wrists. “And usually, I like to start the year off with some blood.” His irises twinkled, baring his teeth clearly now, like a predator. And in that moment, Dominic looked to him like prey, and he knew the feeling. Vincenzo understood perfectly well how it was to be a young and less fortunate boy, but that shame couldn’t hide under fool’s gold, like Dominic was trying to gild his trembling silhouette with cheap pyrite. He needed to be made aware of it.

Vincenzo got closer to Dominic, finally staring at him eye to eye, and there was only a breath between them. “Sorry about those, by the way. I just needed to make sure you weren’t gonna try and be smart.” And his tone sounded reassuring, but it wasn’t, nor was he telling the full truth. He also did it for fun, considering the way he liked hurting people. It was something he learned to see the bright side of.
There was no reason for him to feel empathy, especially not when he could feel superior instead.

After offering him a bit of consolidation, the man stepped back, returning his voice to a volume where people could easily hear. “Every year, we have this sleepover in the main hall, you know that, and since we like to share a very deep friendship here, we all have matching blood vials.” The ritual most likely seemed a bit strange, and perhaps unnecessary, but to Vincenzo, it was about the metaphor behind it… The umbra coven was like his family, so if he did not have their same blood coursing through his veins, then he could wear it on his neck.
“Usually, said blood comes from a few of us cutting our palms open… but you seem like you want to cough it up, the way you’re trying to talk to me.”
The rest of the room went quiet.

He cleared his throat, his voice low.
“Is that what you want?”


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Tae winced as he woke up and was confronted with the consequences of his actions as his body tensed with the first sign of movement. In no way did he regret those actions. Dancing at the ball had been the most fun Tae had had in a long time, so he was okay with having to put up with the pain the morning after. It was a pain that he was no stranger to and so he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position before reaching into his bedside drawer for one of the pre-rolled joints he kept in there. After taking a few hits and letting them take effect, he got himself out of bed and ready for the first day of school.


After classes ended, Tae found himself outside of the Umbra Coven dormitory with a joint, the day having taken its toll on him. He was mentally preparing himself for the sleepover later and while he decided that while he didn’t want to be high, he at least wanted to be in an ignorable amount of pain. He wasn’t alone and at one point, his companion, someone he felt he could at least call a friend, asked him for a light. Tae reached into his pocket, pulling out the lighter that he more or less always had on him. After helping the other man light his cigarette, he took a drag of his own, staring at the sunset as he felt the effects of the marijuana taking over and dulling the soreness in his limbs.

When he felt satisfied, he let his companion know that he was going inside before leaving to get changed out of his smoking clothes. Once changed, he took a moment to reconsider attending the sleepover, knowing that Renlin would definitely be there, but his sister had convinced him that if he didn’t, Renlin would be winning, which was a good enough reason for him. He left his room and went to join the other members of Umbra.

Tae was in no way relaxed as he entered the dimly lit room where the sleepover was taking place. The supposed brotherhood never truly felt like home to him and the one person he was closest to wasn’t there. He subtly winced as he walked past Vinnie initiating a new member into the group, remembering his own initiation. He had planned to just keep to himself for the evening, speaking only when spoken to but that plan went down the drain when he overheard a group of members discussing whether he and Renlin would speak to each other this year. Tae rolled his eyes, not wanting to acknowledge it, but then they brought up his brother. He opened his mouth to correct them that no, his brother hadn’t had the chance to be in Umbra, when Renlin decided to open his mouth.

It was a small comment, one that wouldn’t have bothered anyone else but for Tae, it was the final crack that shattered the thin layer of patience he had for his cousin. It was a simple distinction but also a painful one because no matter how hard he tried to belong, the word ‘half’ hung over him as a permanent marker labelling him an outcast. His feelings took over his judgement and before he could think it through, he felt his fist colliding with Renlin’s face.

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Dominic glared at the man with an unamused expression, as he proceeded to answer his sarcastic question. He nearly rolled his eyes in judgement, only stopping himself in the middle. Escalating the conflict would end horribly for Dominic and he knew it. He needed to be careful, to analyze the situation before making any haste decisions.

“It’s Nic. That’s all you need to know,” he answered, keeping a calm, neutral tone. If this man was as dangerous as he seemed, then Dominic would need to pay attention to every little move. His tone, his expressions. He’d have to avoid appearing as scared and weak, but at the same time he couldn’t be too confident, otherwise he’d give the impression that he’s looking for a fight. One he could win, at that. “If you haven’t seen me before, it’s because this is, in fact, my first time stepping foot at Wyndham College,” he proceeded to explain.

The man’s next words brought even more attention to Dominic, introducing him to the coven in a tone that could only come off as mocking. He was trying to embarrass him, likely to intimidate him so he knows his place. A few turned their heads, and seeing their eyes on him sent shivers down Dominic’s spine. He hated to admit that it worked, how his hands were shaking in fear, concealed only by the way they were clenched tightly into fists. He found himself unable to look away from the crowd, and he noticed a peculiar detail. How most seemed unbothered despite his thoughts telling him otherwise — as if this was yet another regular occurence at this strange academy. Much like the disappearance announced at the party before. Were they connected?

He felt his chest tighten, slowly trailing his eyes back towards the man. His expression seemed to shift into a smile, and Dominic took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was to come next.

He’d made a mistake challenging his authority, if he even had any. Acting on impulse, a foolish decision as always, and now he had to deal with the consequences. That mocking, yet ever so casual tone that further made Dominic feel inferior. His adrenaline rose higher, his blood began to boil. His hands trembling in fear began to clench in anger, heat rising through his body as he struggled to remain still. The man pretended to joke, Dominic just knew it, disguising his growing imaptience with playful remarks. He gave him a light nudge to the shoulder, and Dominic immediately stiffened in defense. Even something so light managed to make him sway, exposing just how weak he’d gotten over the years.

Dominic grit his teeth behind closed lips, looking directly into the man’s eyes. Approach this carefully, he’d told himself, and yet he found his mind spinning from the rising tension. He could barely string together a thought, much less choose his words. “I’ve heard it’s a brotherhood, yes,” he answered as calmly as he could, sounding more as if he’s repeating the question.

Suddenly, he felt his wrists bound together. His eyes widened briefly, his breath hitching as he began to truly realize the severity of the situation. He’d gotten carried away, far too carried away. He should’ve known from the start that his sarcastic remarks and pathetic attempts at appearing powerful would only turn out for the worst in the end. And now he was faced with the stronger man looming over him with his two minions. He felt powerless, trapped, inferior — and he could do nothing but accept what was happening to him.

Dominic could barely register the other man’s words over the sound of his pounding heartbeat. Something about magic, blood, was it a sacrifice? Of course, what else could he expect from the shadow group of this academy?

He held his breath as the man leaned uncomfortably close to him, looking directly into his cold, piercing eyes. He had the audacity to apologize for tying him up, offering a poor excuse for his actions, as if Dominic was going to fall for his act of sympathy. The way he switched his attitude so casually made Dominic’s stomach churn. If he had any strength in him, he wouldn’t have sat idly and let that bastard speak. But he knew if he threw a kick, it could very well be the last time he walked.

The man stepped away, and Dominic finally exhaled. He watched as he explained the so-called ritual, which sounded more like an unnecessary waste of blood for some mere superstition. Dominic couldn’t help but wonder what the purpose of collecting the blood was. It couldn’t just be some creepy bonding activity, there had to be something deeper to it, something he could likely expect much later.

He suddenly regretted his decision that morning, to stay at this academy regardless of what happens. But in the end, can it get worse than what he’s used to?

His final words made Dominic flinch slightly, his blood going cold at the looming threat. He swallowed back his words, staring at the man as silence lingered in the air.

Dominic’s heart was pounding hard enough to burst at that point, and he didn’t know exactly what he felt. But there was the overwhelming urge to act, as if the walls were closing in on him.

He was tired of feeling inferior, like some puppet or some nobody people could just push around for their entertainment. No matter where he went, it was all the same. People were all the same, and among them there would always be someone trying to control him. How pathetic. Sickening.

He took a deep breath, staring the man directly into his eyes. His lips curved into a smirk again, letting out a dark, low chuckle at his words.

“Did a little sarcasm hurt your fragile ego?” Dominic stepped forward, his legs shaking. “Go on, beat me up. Show to everyone how strong you are against a tied up man,” Dominic’s breath hitched, his words cutting off despite his effort to remain composed. “You’re embarrassing.”

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The masquerade ball had been the perfect way for Lenore to start off her final year. She had become acquainted with the mysterious presence that is Nic, someone who she hoped she would get the chance to know more. Through all of the excitement, there was also the looming uncertainty of the fates of the missing students. Nevertheless, when she woke up the next morning, she felt eager to discover what the rest of the year had for her.

The members of Engima Stag were like family to her and with her biological family solely consisting of her and her brother, she cherished that feeling. After they had ended for the day, she returned to her room and retrieved her latest read, putting it in a bag with a few snacks and brewing herself a tea, which she added milk to once it had steeped to perfection. Armed with her bag and beverage, she set out to find a spot where she could enjoy her book while taking in some fresh air and the energy of the start of the school year.

As she wandered the halls in search of the perfect reading spot, she noticed a familiar figure at the end of a hall. Walking closer, she was able to see them more clearly and confirmed that she knew who it was. Jesse Routledge. “Jesse!” She called, quickening her pace to catch up with him. When she had reached his side, she smiled. “I didn’t see you at the dance last night.” She phrased it as a statement but really it was a question, making sure that he was alright and wondering where he had been. Even though it was a masquerade, she would have recognized her friend.

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Renlin
enlin was excited to be back but also missed summer, which had been filled with nothing but good times. He cherished the days spent on the lake, where he could often be found on the water. Unlike previous summers, this time he wasn’t just surrounded by Inessa and their hometown friends. Dante had come to stay with the family.

The summer was full of laughter. He and Dante explored every corner of the lake, discovering hidden coves and secret fishing spots. Renlin enjoyed spending time with Inessa, but having Dante around added a new dynamic to their summer. When Renlin proposed the idea to his parents and explained Dante’s situation, they welcomed him with open arms. Renlin’s parents were always generous and hospitable.

Despite his dad’s sometimes stern demeanor, he was actually quite warm and welcoming when you got to know him. Renlin knew that beneath his father’s tough exterior was a kind and caring man who valued family and tradition above all else. Renlin’s dad had a way of making everyone feel welcome in their home, despite his sometimes stoic demeanor. He had a knack for telling stories that kept everyone entertained, and he was always ready with a joke or a bit of wisdom to share.

Renlin’s mom brought a vibrant energy to their home, much like Inessa. She had a flair for creativity, filling their space with music, art, and laughter.

Renlin couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that settled in his chest as he reflected on his family dynamics. Once bustling with extended relatives and lively gatherings, it was now just the four of them.

Those days when their extended family joined them at the lake were bittersweet memories for Renlin. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for those times of togetherness, now tinged with a sense of loss. The laughter and joy seemed distant, like echoes fading into the past, leaving behind an ache for the warmth and camaraderie they once shared.

In his mind he held in a complex mix of emotions regarding his family. While he longed for the warmth and joy they once brought, he couldn’t ignore the underlying tensions and conflicts that had fractured their relationships. It wasn’t just his father and uncle who contributed to the decline; deeper roots traced back to his grandfather. Moreover, Renlin’s own reservations about associating with the other half of the Duman clan at Wyndham.

Renlin rarely went into discussions about family matters, but when it came to Isaac, a pang of hurt stirred within him. They shared a bond like that of a brother, and Renlin cherished their closeness deeply.

His silence regarding his relationship with Tae Seo spoke volumes. Renlin’s thoughts of Tae Seo were a mix of emotions—perhaps a blend of disappointment and resentment. Despite the curiosity of others, Renlin chose to keep his reasons for the rift between them private, allowing speculation to swirl surrounding their estrangement.

The brunettes decision to speak up about Isaac’s family status may have been a rare moment of vulnerability. By addressing this aspect, Renlin subtly acknowledged the complexities and sensitivities surrounding family dynamics within their social circle, shedding light on a topic that had previously remained unspoken. It was a small yet significant gesture that hinted at Renlin’s underlying concern for his friend’s well-being and a desire to set the record straight on a matter close to his heart.

The sudden blow to Renlin’s face caught him off guard, stunning him momentarily as pain shot through his temple. His hand instinctively moved there, feeling the throbbing sensation where the impact landed. Adrenaline surged through him as he tried to process what just happened.

Renlin winced, his mind racing as he replayed the recent events in his head. It wasn’t the first time his words had sparked trouble.

His smile stretched across his face, but it wasn’t one of warmth or friendliness. Instead, it held a hint of mischief and defiance as he locked eyes with his assailant.

Renlin’s fist shot forward with only a slight hesitation, meeting his cousin’s eye with determination as he returned the blow with equal force. As he stood up straight and shook his hand, his own eye starting to swell. Fighting wasn’t his forte; he usually left that to Vinnie, but in this moment, he was ready to engage.

His knuckles throbbed with pain, but he maintained a steele exterior, not wanting to show any weakness. Deep down, he knew this encounter would only add fuel to the already simmering tensions between them. Yet, he couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, reminding him that sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

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The man looked up, but then sighed, and stopped. Was he going to roll his eyes? Vincenzo kept a smile on his face, comforted by his frustration. The satisfaction of it cooled his warm blood, soothing it into room temperature, flowing through his blue veins. It was fueling him; the way he was confident he could win this fight, arrogance circulating through him and making him fuller. Without that assurance, he felt lanky, frail, and with it he felt like himself.

The man replied, finally answering his question properly. He decided to open with sarcasm, a mistake easily made by the new students, thinking they could earn respect by playing the role of unbothered. Nonchalant behavior, to him, just seemed like an excuse of living, individuals repressing their own sentience because they fear it. “Nic” seemed like a perfect example, his hands so unstable that they trembled as he failed to intimidate him.

It was ironic. His body language, to a certain extent, was even posed like he was relaxed. He stood with his weight shifted, resting on himself, but even through his dress pants, Vincenzo could assume the weight of his own body was becoming a lot for him to handle.

Luckily for him, he knew to calm his voice. The new intonations he used were much easier on Vincenzo’s ear, listening to him more attentively now, giving him a nod in agreement. Saying it was his first time stepping into the college made him question whether or not he had attended the previous night, though. Had he not seen the speech from headmaster Dear? Did he know Miles North had gone missing? Or had he just worded his statement wrong due to stress.

Vincenzo turned his jaw as he listened, and then tilted his head down once more, assuming he meant the latter. “If it’s your first year here, then the school’s made a hell of an impression, I’m sure.” He laughed slightly, then paused, thinking about how he would phrase his next sentence, attempting to soothe his response as a hint of mercy. “Cases like Miles North’s are the reason we have to stick together.”

To the wrong ears, those words might sound like knives, because he was a stranger, and in proven by his behavior during this interaction, Vincenzo was not someone you should cry to, because he’d tell you to suck it up. But at the same time, although he did not mean those words to the full extent, he felt them resonate in his larynx before releasing the sound. It was true that the umbra men had to trust each other during these times, he just didn’t know if he could keep that promise.

The uncertainty made him nervous, so he overcompensated with a smile. It was ironic how many people shared that strategy; covering their anguish with flaring teeth and supposed happiness, whether they did it politely to conform to societal expectations, or if they did it malignantly like Vincenzo, there was a fury behind their expression that they were inches from facing. The difference was that Vincenzo knew his always came out eventually, and currently, Nic’s weakness was lightly tapping on the glass of that threshold.

Nic’s back hit the wall, and the joining of his wrists caused his back to hunch, trapped by magic. He continued irritating him with more words, switches between tempered threats and sympathy. He looked in a way puzzled, like he was doubting something that had nothing to do with Vincenzo, but more-so the murky ambiance of the room, the halls, the school as a whole. He wondered if Nic thought he might have something to do with it, because he didn’t. He didn’t want to.

It just seemed like it was inevitable for him to succumb to some kind of evil. It wasn’t a relevant feeling, but their situation reminded him of how he couldn’t shake the sensation off of him. It was probably a result of the way he was raised, he couldn’t help but wonder what Nic had been through as well. What brought him here, and what was anchoring him from fighting back? The crowd could see the shadows wrapped around his wrists now, but what were they replacing?

“Did a little sarcasm hurt your fragile ego?”

Vincenzo almost paused, wondering if he had heard the man correctly between his shaky breaths. Although it came through a weak sound, Nic’s retaliation burned on his skin, and he felt like there were red patches growing, itching like he had eaten some poisonous fruit, or triggered a memory.

He thought back to Amani, insulting him last night. His self esteem, although apparently strong, was still bruised from that conversation. There weren’t many people who knew enough about him to hurt him like she did. Nic was begging for Vincenzo to displace his frustration onto him.

“Go on, beat me up. Show to everyone how strong you are against a tied up man,”

His body reacted, looking to the side and away from Nic as he stepped forward. His anger added to the heavy pound of his heart. It was hard to listen to Nic while he kept talking, because Vincenzo kept imagining what his head would look like tossed onto the floor next to him. His mates grew expressions of concern, wondering if they should intervene, or if it would be unwise.

“You’re embarrassing.”

The shadows around Nic’s wrists snapped off, and Vincenzo dodged toward him, pushing him him back to the floor with his hands, and then swung his fist directly at his face, hitting the bridge of his nose. Against his knuckle, the bone of it shifted in place, and he fell further back, not allowed a chance to get back up. If he wasn’t mistaken, it looked like a drop of blood was going to start to fall.

“You’re free now, Nic. Hit me,” He said between heavy breaths, and then threw another punch.


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Dining hall || with Amani


Arya’s gaze remained fixed on Amani as she spoke, her expression one of thoughtful consideration. She listened intently, her mind processing the intricate layers of Amani’s words like a skilled cryptographer deciphering a complex code. There was a complexity that Arya couldn’t help but find fascinating, a certain elegance to Amani’s speech, a poetic cadence that resonated with Arya’s own appreciation for the art of language. With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, Arya let Amani’s words wash over her, silently recognizing the depth of thought behind the seemingly casual conversation.

“Most succumb, that is true,” Arya murmured thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Amani’s. “But then again, most never dare to swim against the current in the first place, do they? It takes a certain kind of courage to defy the tide of conformity and chart one’s own course.” As Amani’s gaze sharpened, Arya met it head-on, her own eyes alight with a spark of playful challenge. “Definitely,” she replied, her tone laced with a touch of mischief. “Uniformity is but a dull shade in the vibrant tapestry of existence, a stifling cloak that smothers the flames of creativity and stifles the spirit of innovation. Besides, conformity has never been my strong suit, Amani. After all, where’s the fun in being just another face in the crowd?”

Arya couldn’t help but chuckle at Amani’s response, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she met the other girl’s gaze. With a coy smile, Arya allowed her gaze to linger on Amani’s, her eyes tracing the contours of her features with a calculated intensity. “Just the right places, hm?” she echoed, her voice laced with a playful yet suggestive undertone. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to see where this road takes us,” she remarked, her tone light and teasing.

Leaning back in her chair, Arya allowed herself a small, knowing smile as she watched Amani’s pen dance across the page, the movement fluid and graceful. There was a certain elegance to the way Amani carried herself, a confidence that Arya couldn’t help but appreciate, even as she found herself the target of Amani’s playful banter. As Amani leaned closer, her words carrying a hint of mischief, Arya felt a subtle thrill run down her spine. There was a magnetic pull to Amani’s presence, a tantalizing allure that Arya couldn’t deny. She met Amani’s gaze with a coy smirk of her own.

“In a world of conformity, the unconventional stands out like a beacon of individuality,” Arya mused, her words tinged with a poetic edge. “And who are we to resist its call?” With a subtle flick of her wrist, Arya gestured towards the eclectic mix of students and faculty bustling around them. “Shall we embrace the unconventional?” she asked, her voice carrying a playful challenge. “Or shall we continue dancing around it like the rest of them, content to merely flirt with the idea?”

Arya listened intently to Amani’s cryptic musings, her sharp mind dissecting each word with a keen sense of curiosity. There was something captivating about the way Amani wove her words together, like threads of a tapestry painting a picture of hidden truths and veiled intentions. She had been one of the rare few who could match Arya’s level of thinking, who could engage her in a real, quality conversation that left her intellectually stimulated and emotionally fulfilled. Their discussions had been a dance of intellect and wit, a symphony of ideas and perspectives that had resonated with Arya on a profound level.

Arya leaned back in her chair, her gaze thoughtful as she listened to Amani’s words. There was a certain allure to their philosophical banter, a dance of words that resonated with the deeper layers of Arya’s intellect. “I suppose it’s all a matter of perspective,” Arya replied with a playful twinkle in her eyes, her voice smooth and velvety like the finest silk. “I suppose Dear Adrian does fancy himself a puppeteer of sorts,” Arya mused, her tone laced with subtle amusement. “But perhaps he forgets that in the game of manipulation, the puppeteer is often just as ensnared by his own strings as those he seeks to control.”

She reached for her chai, swirling the liquid absentmindedly as she considered Amani’s analogy. “As for his daughter,” Arya continued, her voice tinged with a hint of playful skepticism, “she may be his prized puppet, but even the most carefully crafted strings can be cut.”

As Amani compared some to Icaruses and others to the very sun itself, Arya couldn’t help but offer a knowing smile, her words tinged with a hint of flirtatious banter. “Ah, but who’s to say we can’t be both?” she replied with a playful wink, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “After all, isn’t it the fire that fuels our ambitions, that drives us to reach ever greater heights?”

Joining Amani with a raising of her own glass in a silent toast, Arya’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she met her gaze across the table. “To dancing with fire,” she added, her voice filled with a tantalizing mix of challenge and intrigue. “May we always burn bright, even in the darkest of nights. No strings attached

She couldn’t help but appreciate the way Amani effortlessly weaved humor and sincerity together, a skill Arya admired even as she teased. “Btchy or not, honesty is a rare commodity these days,” Arya added, a playful smirk on her lips, and her gaze softening slightly with genuine appreciation.

The mention of Arya being likened to a raven drew a small smirk from her lips, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. “Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?” Arya calmly quoted Nietzsche and paused briefly, letting the words hang in the air.
“A raven, you say?” She then echoed, her tone tinged with playful intrigue. “An interesting choice, considering their reputation for intelligence and mystery. Though I must admit, I’m flattered by the comparison.” She offered Amani a coy smile, her words laced with a subtle flirtation that belied her composed demeanor.

With a tilt of her head and a flicker of amusement in her eyes, Arya leaned back in her chair, exuding an air of confident charm. “Perhaps” she replied, “But you know the old saying, darling,” she added with a coy smile, a magician never reveals her secrets. After all, where’s the fun in laying all your cards on the table?” she added with a touch of irony

Arya’s eyes met Amani’s with a playful glint, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she absorbed the other girl’s words. “always one for indulgence,” Arya remarked with a hint of amusement, her voice a smooth cascade of velvet. “But sweet? Now that’s a flavor I’ve yet to taste from you.” She leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed yet poised, a picture of composed confidence amidst the bustling cafeteria. “Though forgive me if I don’t usually indulge in sweet nothings,” she added with a playful tilt of her head. “I prefer my indulgences with a bit more spice.”

As Amani’s gaze drifted towards Arya’s drink, Arya watched her with a knowing smile, amused by the other girl’s playful antics. "By all means,"she replied with a playful shrug, her tone casual yet tinged with a hint of curiosity. “Indulge yourself. It’s a dirty chai, actually,” she remarked, a playful glint in her eye as she watched Amani’s reaction. she added, her voice carrying a note of amusement.

Arya couldn’t help but match Amani’s laughter with a smirk of her own, her eyes alight with a spark of playful challenge. “Oh, you have no idea,” she retorted with a playful wink, her tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of intrigue. “But as they say, the thrill is in the challenge. And I do thrive on a good challenge” Arya’s gaze met Amani’s with a playful glint, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken invitation in her words.
Arya’s surroundings seemed to blur into the background as she focused on the captivating dance of words between herself and Amani. The bustling cafeteria faded into insignificance as their banter took center stage, each playful exchange adding to the tapestry of their complex relationship.


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Hayes New

{ library / with Inessa }

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Reach out… It would be a lie to say that didn’t cross Hayes’ mind but things have been far more complicated than he could describe. Anyway, what good would it bring if he just interrupted Nessa’s summer? She didn’t need him reaching out… Sure, friends do that when they miss someone but it was… just one summer and he was coming back- Well, he could see why she even had the need to aks him that. No one really knew he would be coming back.

A soft smile reached his lips when he heard Inessa in fact did have a good summer, another reason to not feel bad for texting her. But how was his summer? That was one… Long story. Well, first of all you all heard about his passing romance with Esther? Was she just someone he found to distract himself from his never ending bad thoughts? Maybe… A part of him did look at her in that way, while another part of him did see the girl and truly felt drawn to her. She was a talented performer, he did find those moments of peace that unfortunately didn’t last long when he was with her. And with everything that happened only a few months before, he could not treat the girl in the way she deserved. Could not let her go to Ninth House when he found out that’s what she was planning to do. Could not let her possibly ruin her own life. In his defense, Hayes had his reasons as to why he decided to give her something that would make her ill for a few days, not harming her, so she could stay where was and not embark on this academic journey.

So when he saw her that night of the ball he wanted to make sure he was seeing right… That was Esther? How did she end up here after all of that?

For a second that’s where his thoughts went before Nessa’s voice drew him back to reality. To the dusty old, dimly lit library where he first met her. ”Sorry,“ Hayes mumbled, hearing she did not sound as happy as she usually does. Turning away from her, he walked not that far from where they were standing, dropping his bag on the long, wooden table and taking a seat. Leaning back and now playing with the covers of his notebook that lay on top of his bag, he met her eyes again. ”It was… I’m sorry,“ he repeated, trying to offer her something that resembled a smile with some hints of honest regret on his features. ”Thought it would’ve been better if it was a surprise?“ He tried to get out of it, maybe make her feel better.

His gaze remained on her hand, her fingers wrapped around his arm as she said she was still glad he was back. If he could tell her everything he would… But at least he could still be there to protect her. ”Yeah… It’s gonna be a long year, prepare to see a lot more from me,“ he let himself laugh lightly, lowering his gaze to his belongings on the table. And as much as he wanted to just keep talking to her, keep this conversation light as they always do… keep this positive energy he always felt when he was around her, Hayes just had to ask - ”Hey, uhm… how’s Ren? I heard about… The ball. Having any trouble now? Or you? Is… Everything going well?“ He slowly leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he looked up at her again, this time meeting her eyes with more of a serious look on his face.

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Ayla rose at the ungodly hour of five in the morning, having played babysitter to her cousin Lyra who couldn’t handle her wine. Poor thing, Ayla had felt bad about it, so she made sure Lyra stumbled her way back to her own room.

Ayla struggled to find her zen in this new space, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The grandeur and beauty of the place should have brought her a sense of peace and wonder, but instead, it only added to her restlessness. She tossed and turned on the unfamiliar bed, the weight of the new surroundings pressing down on her. As she stared up at the ceiling in the dim light of dawn, Ayla couldn’t help but feel a pang of homesickness. The comfort of her own room, the familiar scent of home, the routines that grounded her–all were sorely missed in this alien environment. She missed the easy familiarity of her own space, the cozy nooks and crannies that held her secrets and memories.

As five thirty rolled around, she said screw it and gave herself a killer manicure. Her nails were flawless, and she rocked a white sweater and a black skirt that might’ve been pushing the dress code. But who cares, right? Ayla checked her reflection in the mirror and smirked, feeling confident and ready to conquer whatever challenges the day may bring. She grabbed her laptop and textbooks, ready to head out for her first day of classes at the prestigious university.


Ayla walked into the bustling main area of the dormitory, her keen eye catching the change on her phone from seven fourteen to fifteen. The enticing aroma of fresh pastries and coffee wafted through the air, calling out to her. The mere thought of that sweet, invigorating coffee brought a smile to her face.

Determined to get her caffeine fix, Ayla made a beeline for the nearest lone coffee dispenser, only to find someone already there ahead of her. She patiently waited behind them, eagerly anticipating her turn to savor that first sip of warm, energizing coffee. Except… “Any day now, princess.” She chirped, her impatience masked by a hint of sarcasm.



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