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Men were such disgusting creatures. The only decent one she could think of was Oliver. Such a pet he was to her. The Woodwitch was not love with him, not at all. However, he was the closest being she had to a friend, and a human no doubt. Jennine figured she owed him something for all his corporation today. Jennine looked at her nails and exhaled as she silently agreed to grant him a wish or favor for tonight. Hopefully he would just ask for a nice suit. The hut was empty until the Djinn came it. Jennine hoped again that he would just be silent, drink the potion, and leave her be. She was still peeved about that silly stunt he did. With a drone voice he began to speak.

"Charmed. I'm Arverigus, all powerful genie, scourge of the seven sea, and how many ever continents there are."

Jennine withheld her twitch. What did he think he was? A genie yes, but certainly not all powerful ruler. He was a genie for pity's sake. They maybe all powerful, but they were limited. They were slaves to the human who found their place of living. A small pathetic living. And only three wishes? If anything Jennine pitied him. They were equally matched of course, but the difference was she was free and they were trapped. This thought comforted her and her ego. She continued to stay silent and gave him the wide smile of pure grace, yet filled with something deeper. Jennine let him continue.

"I'm sure my reputation proceeds me however, my reason for coming here most likely does not; it probably puzzles even a great witch such as yourself."

No, not really. He wasn't able to become a human, and that's why they were all here. Puzzled was not what she was at all. She was the great Woodwitch, and nothing could baffle her. Only one was abled to do that, and he was long gone. Thankfully as childish as he was, he did have some respect for her. Just enough to call her great. Jennine kept a straight face as he conjured a hand which then conjured a chair. This really did a number on the Woodwitch. How dare he of everyone come into her home and dare to show off some more and create furniture in her home!? It was an absolutely outrage and a challenge. Jennine felt her nails dig in a little on her arm but she kept her face stone solid. She had to keep her temper down. Now was not the time to get back at these filthy disgusting creatures who shunned her and now dared to disgrace her. Tonight they would all pay. Every single one of them. Right now though it was this Djinn, Arverigus, whom she wanted to get his justice the most. She let out some air as her anger calmed. Tonight they would all pay.

"Two powerful magical beings like us should stick together you know?"

Jennine was again offended that he would even compare them to the same level. She was much higher then him. Not as old as him as well probably. Thus she was young, beautiful, and powerful. As for 'sticking together', well that wasn't happening this millenia. She worked alone, minus Oliver. Oliver was her partner but he wasn't a magical partner. She had no magical partners. He finished his statement with a wink directed to her. Remembering her position and courtesy she closed her eyes and bowed her head at him.

"Time to get down to brass tacks I'm afraid. The reason I'm here is not because I lack the ability to become human, I can do that all fine and well, thank you. I came to you because, perhaps you know a spell that can remove the pain that comes with keeping a tangible form for too long?"

Was this some sort of discussion? This wasn't a come and get what you hand pick. This was a come, do what she said, and she transformed you. Suddenly he turned into a gargoyle. All these actions he was doing wasn't making her job any easier. Jennine gave up and just chose a random figure in her head.

"For example if I stay in this form for too long, my very BEING, begins to hurt, understand?"

Did he think Jennine was unintelligent? Of course she understood. If it wasn't for what she already planned she would have sparked him right out of her home immediately. However, this was not possible, so she just had to explain to him further in case he didn't understand what the routine was. Folding her hands in her lap and spoke calmly to him in her lively young voice.

"Well for everyone I've been using the basic potion in those goblets to my left to cease the pain of the transformation, but unfortunately it only works with my spell. So afterwards you will stand right in front of me and I'll chant the spell, and then you can go out to dear Oliver and he will get your name and whichever party you are with."

With that, Jennine leaned back in her chair and raised her eyebrow at the extra chair the Djinn was sitting in. Suddenly in disappeared. The Woodwitch then smiled and pointed over to the goblets filled with the tomato colored potion.



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Kick, punch. Kick, punch. Natsuko felt her sweat piling on her forehead as she continued beating at the punching bag. She had been doing this for at least forty-five minutes. Just fifteen more and she could take a shower and sadly put on that disgrace of a uniform. Natsuko indeed make it to the school on time and entered in with the mass of other students. She noticed maybe one or two of the other D.E.A.F. members but she did not go out to seek them. Instead she only walked to the nearest water fountain in the school and left walking to the D.E.A.F. headquarters.

She didn't need to keep looking behind her in case of a follower, she would just hear them instead. However, none had followed and that was pleasant. Once inside she claimed a room hers and reluctantly put her things away with a slow pace. Natsuko may have heard someone come in to the headquarters afterwards, but she only gave a small peek. It was just her commander, Jiro. No need to speak to him, instead she withdrew and finished making her room hers. Jiro was a lot quicker than her, so he left about seven minutes before she decided to go and relieve this built up stress. She had just entered the weight room when an announcement for all students to go to the auditorium was made.

How about no. Natsuko did not feel happy with going all the way back down to listen to stupid information. Instead during that time she decided to hit a few punches and kicks on the punching bag. With her dark brown hair tied back and her pointy ears poking out she beat at the bag making no permanent damage. No work out music was necessary. Actually if anything it would make her kick the stereo that dared to play it. Her fifteen minutes had ended and Natsuko finished hitting the bag. With one last hi-kick at the bag she left the room with sweat clinging to her.

While she was on the stairs heading down to the girl's shower rooms next to the pool she heard the announcement about finding a partner for some field trip. Natsuko made a disgusted face and figured that she would be with a D.E.A.F. Probably the leader or Jiro would pair up the group. That would be fine with her. Entering through the girl's shower room she made her way to the showers. The water felt really refreshing on her and washed away her sweat. Taking the shampoo she scrubbed at her hair washing away any dirt in there. Maybe afterwards she would go to the nearest D.E.A.F. member and get them to be her partner.

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"Elizabeth Freya Cheshire"
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Code name: Izzy, and only Izzy, and that is how you will speak and or refer to me as
My hormones say I’m: Wearing a bra
I’ve seen too many candles: Not a very sweet sixteen
I think I just orgasmed: There's a boy's only sign on my room
The ruler says: Five little feet with eight little inch worms
I’m too scared to look at the scale: A clean one-hundred plus thirty more

You can’t beat a: Ravenclaw
My year rules the school: Sixth
My wand is bigger than yours: Oak ; Chimera Scale ; 1o ½
I like to play the field: I'm a ball Chaser
Respect my authority: Unless you want to be serverly confused


My blood results are back: Mostly pureblood, bot eventually there is some half-bloods on my father's side
My loyalties lie with: Deatheater, what can I say? I enjoy being the bad guy
Muggleborns: Truthfully they mean nothing to me, such as everyone else, so they could be good or scum


This is me, this is who I am:
Let's see, the story begins in a pub down in England; where a nervous woman waits for the guest to arrive. She isn't drinking anything, or else it would harm the babies, and the thought of the babies raised her anxiety level higher as she worried for her other baby, her son, all alone with no one but blind, old Maroona. Not that there was anything wrong with Maroona, it's just that as a caretaker, being blind defeated the purpose of watching over a baby. With short, brisk breaths she sat on a grimy stool awaiting the guest. During her nervous breathes she pondered to herself questioning why on earth she agreed to go to that party, have those glasses of rum, and meet that guy. Well he wasn't so bad, when he was sober, but drunk he was a friggin' loon-a-tic. Roaming around the streets casting silly spells here and there. Either way she and the baby would be stuck with him and his theatrics for a very long time. Finally a red-eyed and gruffed up yet amazingly thin man came to the stool beside hers. Normally the pale woman would greet the man with hellos but all she has was a face full of sadness and eyes full of rage.

The man had to gap a few times, much like a goldfish, until his eyes went down to her small bulging body. He never dreamed that
that would happen, but he was happy. As he reached out to pat the belly, the belly of his future baby, the woman withdrew herself, standing erect. She warned him about this earlier. She would show him something he could not have, but show him never-the-less for it was his right. Deep inside it was breaking her heart to cast him away, but really, this man was no man for a father. The other father of her son became deceased fourteen months ago, leaving her his only son, their first son. With this man she received his son and only daughter, their only daughter. The woman, named Veronica, kept the man, named Callum, at bay only entering into my life scarcely. I never minded the fact that my father was a drunken no-body; it was all the more push for me to be the best at anything I touched, so that I would never be like him.

My older brother, Adam, is nothing like me; he has way too much pride in courage. Then there's my younger brother, Toby who always bickers on everything but when someone else tries to undertsand his logic ends up being the target of his anger. Then of course is my twin brother Charles; he's like me in many ways and we only differ in very small things. He's a little more hateful than me. Finishing up the family was Freddie, who was better than Callum, but according to my mother, was nothing compared to Ellis, her first husband who perished in a plane crash coming back from Italy. My family is, despite the already confusing family line, all wizards. Thus making me a pureblood, of course with some muggles fused in as second cousins and such. This is why all my siblings are wizards as well. My older brother was the first to go to Hogwarts and it was only expected that I too be accepted with Charles. The same goes for Toby, when he is of age that is. However the difference between us was that I'm in Ravenclaw and my older brother was a former Gryffindor and worse, he was a part of the new order.

None of my family knows that I'm a new deatheater. Except Charles of course. He was the one who convinced me to join those some ages ago. I sort of liked the idea. Being good just seemed so unbenefical to me. I'll never understand why Adam thinks I should be in it. He just thinks I'm uninterested in this whole "key" thing. Sad to say he's completely wrong. Anyways once my mother was married to Freddie our life seemed to improve. My mother was once rich but since she never legally married Ellis and since she had a child with him, her parents, especially her mum, refused her her dowry, so she had little to come by. Things were more stressful with Callum but finally she married Freddie. Thus granting her, Adam, Charles and I, and Toby a better place to live. It was extremely classy. So from grimy apartment to stylish mansion is my place. It was like a storybook tale for me. Except I'm not madly in love with her step-father, and neither is Charles. I judge him as alright, but sadly he will never reach that status of ultimate father.

What can you expect of me? Well for starters call me Izzy. I have this horrible twitch when I hear Elizabeth and if I dislike you enough I will go and insult you, possibly by stomping on your foot and then striding off into the sunset while you're in pain. That's as angry as I'll usually get, I promise, unless you happen to do the rudest and cruelest thing to break my temperance. However, even though I won't burst out in flames I do get very annoyed, very easily, and quite frequently. I'm not one to boast too much of my intelligence, but she I do occasionally when I'm trying to be honest, but most things of lower intelligence or just stupid people in general while annoy me. You'll know when I'm annoyed because my right eyebrow twitches. When I'm happy, I will smile so don't think I'm heartless; I have proof seeing as Charles makes me laugh quite frequently. Then again I am a wee bit sadistic. Not a lot, but to the point where I find other people's irony simply hilarious.

If it's a friend or ally I won't burst out in chuckles but rather smirk a little keeping my lips pressed together. You could say I'm honest, occasionally. If it benefits me, an ally, or friend I will keep things secret and construct a web of even flowing lies to keep the truth hidden. However it becomes difficult to do this when I'm speaking to a loved one or an extremely close friend or Charles. I am somewhat loyal as well, but like most people to a point, and it's also probably to the wrong sort of people. I'm first most loyal to myself and family then comes my cause or clan and friends. However again my better half gets a hold of me when forced to make a decision between a loved one or close friend and an ally or cause I will bitterly choose my friend scowling sometimes, but that's just my way of saying I love you so much I'll do it just this once and only for you. Speaking fruit wise you could compare me to a coconut. Hard, sarcastic, and witty on the outside, sweet, juicy, and caring on the inside, just a little stubborn to open up that way. Although it's not so sad to see this coconut has traveled to the dark side of the island and I love it. I'm also somewhat funny if you understand what I'm saying; my jokes usually come out in a higher intellect of jokes.

When it comes to reasons of the heart, a crush, I'll find a way to start up a conversation, and find some common ground between us and begin to debate or agree on it; this helps to get my blood pumping. Then I might glance at him every once in awhile in classes for a day or two. Afterwards I purposely try to make myself seem smarter in front of him, although sometimes I'll get so flustered it makes it hard for me to think. Afterwards I'll usually leave the guy alone in hopes that they'll make a move for me and if not well at least I tried, but you can't force yourself upon someone, plus it's probably their loss. When I am in relationships, which I have been in several, I tends to open that coconut up and reveal my softer side. Although sometimes, thanks to those couple of instances I was hurt, it'll take awhile to do so in fear that I'll let too much out and just end up getting hurt, which I don't very well like. As for friends, well I have some girl friends but I prefer guys more. It's more of for my own self, seeing as I am a bit more tom-boyish. Skirts make me feel awkward and I loath the color pink. When in a pact of friendship with a girl I play two parts.

I will either be the leader of that group of friends, or I will be silent confider body guard. I listen and comment, but mostly I'm there as backup in case a verbal rumble occurs, or even a physical one. As for guy friends well I wouldn't necessarily act with lesser class, but rather more like a guy then a girl. I'll laugh and chill along with play punching, or horsing around with them. I prefer that situation compared the female one. As for shyness, please. I could never be that shy, I have some pride at least, but nor am I Indiana-Jones extroverted. Another helpful adjective of me is that I'm sarcastic, just like normal people too. I may also seem like a b***h; but not really, I'm just cunning and care more for myself personally than for stupid little rumors of another person. If it doesn't pertain to me or my cause, I won't follow it. Although I would be somewhat curious to other things, just not rumors. More so of mysteries and puzzles. I am completely open with Charles since he gets me more and has loads in common with me. However, I'm not attached to him. He is his own being and so am I; I just happen to get along with him is all. Don't even ask if we wear the same thing, because we don't, and ever since my hair dye we don't even look that much alike minus our eyes.

Any questions?

Good, because I'm not answering them.

"StellaCosmos"

[StellaCosmos]

"Charles Daniel Cheshire"
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Code name: Charles or Daniel, but please not Charlie
My hormones say I’m: Wearing some checkered boxers
I’ve seen too many candles: Six to the T E E N
I think I just orgasmed: Because of the curves on her
The ruler says: Six manly feet with that tiny one inch
I’m too scared to look at the scale: Seventy plus a hundred of course

You can’t beat a: S l y t h e r i n
My year rules the school: Sixth
My wand is bigger than yours: Ebony ; Hippogriff Talon ; Twelve inches
I like to play the field: As the most energetic Beater ever
Respect my authority: As a normal human being who just happens to know magic


My blood results are back: Pureblood with some of those crazy halfbloods on my father's side.
My loyalties lie with: Deatheater at your service
Muggleborns: Are people yes, but are they better than me? I think not.


This is me, this is who I am:
So they story of my life isn't much different than my sister's, Izzy. We both share the same biological father, who happens to be a wizard. My sister doesn't know much about him, and neither do I quite frankily. But I still consider him more of a father than Freddie. He may a good guy and all, but personally I feel him as just my step-father and that's it. Anyways, so my real father was a drunk roaming England, and on top he's a wizard. A very irresponsible wizard. That's why my mother made the decision to tell him about my sister and I, yet exclude him from our life. I've only seen one picture of him, but I have never met him or even heard his voice. That's fine I guess, I don't expect him to come looking for us, because if he wanted to, he had sixteen years to do so.

Not only do I have Izzy, but I have two half-siblings. Izzy prefers to call them her brothers, but I'm her only real brother. The other two are just step-brothers. There's Adam, who I absolutely can not stand. He used to be fun and play mischevious games with me when we were little but ever since he went to Hogwarts and was accepted into Gryffindor, he became a big jock. No more time for
silly little games, just boasting about courage and honesty. Sad to say the honesty thing rubbed off on Izzy. However, it's warming to see she still gets along better with me than Adam. Now, that he's out of Hogwarts we can really spend more time together. Not that I'm clingy or over-protective.

She, besides my mother, are the only real family I have. Toby is too annoying to be considered a true sibling. Just another half-brother. He's the son of Freddie, where as Adam is the noble son of his deceased father Ellis. I don't care too much for them more as I only reviewed their families when I wanted to check and see they're bloodline. Surprisingly they all are pretty much pureblood, with some muggle borns mixed in, but that's way distant family. My family though, is pretty much pureblood with some halfs mixed in on my father's side. My mother came from a very wealthy pureblood family. We would be set for our lives if my mother had just married Ellis, but instead she gets pregnant with Adam and suddenly she's shunned. I don't blame her or Ellis, but I do blame Adam. I just don't say it out loud because when I do it makes my mother upset.

After my mother had her due time to weep over her deceased lover she decided to go to a party. What harm could it do? Plus she was with one of her girl friends. Not to mention her friend said it was an all wizard party, so you know those are fun. She goes and she dances and drinks. My mother drank a lot, and lo and behold she meets my father while stumbling onto him. Like any new random, spontaneous couple, they rush to a room and then made my sister and I. My mom dumps him of course and then ends up marrying Freddie. Thanks to him we no longer live in a slimey small apartment, and instead live in a beautiful lodging. If it wasn't for my sister I think I may have gone mad in that place.

I've got the personality of a joker. I'm very happy-go-lucky, 'cept when people call me Charlie. Like my sister I go by a nickname. We both announce ourselves with these names. However she's lucky. People stick to her name, but as soon as they hear Charles they revert to Charlie. Charles is much more elgenant if you ask me. I'm the kind of person who makes a witty crack at anything that provides the opportunity. I'm almost always smiling and bearing my white teeth. Making people laugh is my forte.

I don't have to be trusting, or loyal so long as people have a good time around me. Now who could ever think me as someone evil right? Exactly. My sister acts a bit more colder to the world while I embrace it. It's mostly fake; I really hate actually being that lovable joker. I'm very sadistic, and like my sister find irony to be one of the greatest pleasures in life. She at least has some honesty to her and is loyal, to a darker cause of course. I'm loyal in that sense too, but it takes a very long time for someone who isn't Izzy to get into that full trust circle. As for honesty, he only tells it to Izzy or the fellow deatheaters on serious information. When it comes to everyday things, if he feels like not telling the truth he won't.

I wouldn't say I'm violent; just agressive and energetic at what I do. Since I try to keep my good boy attitude in public I save all this built up rage for Quidditch. Hence being a beater. If you do become a good friend then congratulations, here's a trophey and my trust, don't break it ok? That means bad juju for you, and a surprise attack from me. When it comes to the ladies, other than my sister of course, I tend to be very flirtacious. My sister is, although she won't admit it, is a shy lovebird. I simply adore it, but that's not me. I'm a guy and I have my needs ok. I tend to treat them like a lady to get them to come, but then once I have them I get more flirtacious and sensual with them. They seem to like it so it's a win-win situation.

Am I shy? Not at all my friend. Am I smart? At school, compared to my sister I'm incredibly stupid, but outside I have my wit to rely on. Am I extroverted? You bet I am. My sister is a bit more passive, but me, I like to be more outgoing. It makes me stand out and yet be so accepted to all the unknowing students who don't know or suspect me of being a deatheater. Pretty good to have as an aliby. As for curiosity, I'm much more curious than my sister. She's only curious to things, but I'm more curious in people. This however is just a facade; I'm truely not that interested in people, but if it makes me fit in better then charge.

Are you satisfied?

Good. Want to hear a joke?

"StellaCosmos"

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Izzy starred at the small trickle of blood on her finger. It really was her fault for doing so. She should have turned that page a little slower. However what concerned her was how this old musty book was able to cut her finger. Taking her thumb she rubbed the blood away, smearing some on her pointer finger. Charles really was making some progress with his breakfast. Izzy only ate a little. Why did was he eating over here again? He should have been over at the Slytherin table. He never did something for nothing. Izzy now just assumed he wanted the 411 about this morning. Such a creeper, always trying to get into useless information. Yes Izzy knew some of it, seeing as it was her rude wakeup call hearing screeching and loud noises. She also had a jist of it from rumors, but she didn't care, not in the least. Charles was a whole lot more interested though. That's probably why he came to sit with her. He was probably more interested on how the precious little "key" was taking this. It made her sick. Whatever benefited her, she guessed. He was playing the silent game though; he was waiting for her to say it. He always tried to do this when he wanted some juicy rumor. Izzy hated it, she was not a whisper a bug at all, and neither was Charles, but he did want to be all knowing.

He was so clever, if he got her to talk first he could prove her at least somewhat interested in rumors, and this would not happen. Not even all the time did she actually tell him something; instead she just shrugged and run off. Izzy closed her book that she was reading in order to get a head start on her first class, Transfiguration. Charles should be doing so too, but he had Potions so she knew he was going to ace the class. He twin seemed to notice her closing her book and stopped eating to take a quick drink and starred at her.

"I know what you want Charles. I'm not going to tell you this time."

He shrugged and began to play the innocent card. Ok fine, if he was going to do that then so be it. Izzy made to stand up and leave the Great Hall, but as soon as she stood up Charles' words brought her back down.

"No, no. Wait. Sorry Iz, you know I didn't mean it. I just wanted to tease you know that."

He flashed her his charming smile. Izzy rolled her eyes, sat back down and gave a smile back to him. She couldn't stay mad at him. Charles was the closest person in the world to her. It was probably just a twin thing, but then again he always looked out for her. He still wanted the news though. Fine, but Izzy hated every single second of this.

"Fine. It's not all that important Charles. I was sleeping and I heard some yelling. I'm pretty sure it was Morgan's voice, and I'm sure they person she was yelling at was Wolfgang, then I heard Anabelle's voice. There was some spells here and there. That's all I know. Because during those shouts I went to go take a bath. Satisfied......"

Izzy quieted her voice as lo and behold Anabelle Pearson entered the Great Hall. Charles didn't notice because his back was to her. Of course he has to open his big mouth and comment.

"Woah, so you think they-!"

With a sharp gaze, Izzy punted her foot across the table into his shin causing him to drop his fork in his plate and start sputtering on his food. He looked at Izzy with a wild confusion until, not with her head, but her eyes, shifted over behind him to Anabelle. Slowly turning, Charles looked at the cause of his pain. He slowly turned back around with the plain face of "Opps, my bad". He picked up his fork and went back to finishing his food, which should be any moment now, but Izzy was focused on where Anabelle was headed. She went straight to Nathan and spoke to each other and then she sat next to him. Izzy couldn't hear what they were talking about, and realized she didn't want to know. She opened her book back up in hopes of getting distracted with the words again. However, her eyes kept un-sticking from the words back up to them, and there was her karma. Anabelle had gotten closer and placed her hand on his leg. Izzy isn't a simpleton, she knew the difference between looking for comfort and getting too close for comfort. Shutting her eyes she held her breath and forced herself to look down at the words in front of her. This was nothing right? Quite so, but it didn't explain why she felt so upset about it. Actually she knew why it upset her, but she wasn't about to say. Ok, so maybe she had a thing for him, but Izzy wanted to keep to her morals. People are people, and she can't go controlling everyone. Although, Charles always wished he could. Technically though he could with some Unforgivable curses, but during school they had both promised not to speak or dare perform them. It would prove hazardous to Izzy's benefits and ruin Charles reputation. Charles did however, say that when the time came eventually this reputation would have to be reveled but at the right moment.

It seemed like Izzy was getting away from the subject at hand, but alas she had returned to it when her mind had nothing more to think of. Not being able to focus her thoughts, Izzy stood up with her book and spoke to Charles.

"I'm going to get going for class Charles. If you were wise, I'd say you'd finish that last speck of food on your plate and get ready for your class."

Giving him a crooked smile she left him, in hopes he wouldn't catch her downgrade in her mood. As she counted the seconds in her head while she reached the doors, David, or sometimes Davy as Charles and she called him, entered and Izzy quickly took a side step and left while he came in. She could still hear faintly her brother trying to catch up to her, but eventually they went away. Some moments later she entered the Transfiguration room to find she was practically the only one there. Besides a tabby cat that was professor McGonagall, of course. The professor looked up at Izzy as she sat down but then peered away again. Izzy silently wondered, another attempt to forget what she saw, if she'd ever get that down right. Being an animagus was some tough work, and although Izzy had all the intelligence for it, she still lacked the experience and practice. Maybe one day she'd be able to turn into the Raven she so desperately craved.

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While Natsuko closed her eyes while the soapy substance drifted over her eyes she felt as if she could hear something faint in her ears. No just some odd sounding water in her ears. Then again this aura of feeling had entered her head so many times; she felt it was something like her own personal white noise. Putting her hands to her eyes, she wiped some soap away so she could see the emptiness. Now just some body wash and she'd be done. Natsuko couldn't quite find it though, and was forced to rinse her eyes some more. There was the soap, right by her feet. Now how did that get there?

"UWAHHH! ITAI! ITAIII!"

Suddenly Natsuko slipped as she was half bent down on getting the soap and ended up crashing into the edge of those shower sits they have on the showers to the pool. Natsuko grinded her teeth to hold back a yell. Her knee ended up crashing into the edge of the shower sits while she slipped. Natsuko's hands gripped her leg as she tried to get the pain to ease away. Eventually she calmed herself as she starred at her tanned knee. She peered at it while the water fell down her back. It seemed alright, but she knew it would bruise later on. Waiting a couple of moments later she got up ignoring the slight burn in her knee as she quickly finished her shower as soon as possible.

She had to limp for the first couple of steps to change, but eventually her limbs grew used to it and she was able to walk again. There, no harm. However, she was curious as to what caused this again. It was a yell, oh yeah she knew it. The only voice that could enter her head that loud was Momoiro. Natsuko felt a little worried that one of her fellow members was injured in some way, but then again it was just Momoiro, and she was always usually getting hurt. Hence "The Weak", Natsuko wouldn't be too interested later on, but she would still make sure she wasn't at least mauled into a thousand pieces. When she was done changing Natsuko starred at herself wearing this dreadful uniform.

Get used to this, get used to this... she reminded herself. She starred at herself starring back at her. It was sort of funny in her own way. Well no one was looking. Might as well as have some fun. She got real close to the mirror and began to crunch her face into weird positions. Funny faces. Eventually she looked so ridiculous that she had to laugh out loud.

Natsuko began to hear her laughter echo, and in a way it was her own music. Shutting her mouth she starred at herself understanding that laughing was meant for the head for a reason. Silence was much better. Well might as well get out of this stuffy girl's shower room. She walked out the way she came in and only walked a few steps when she nearly bumped into someone. Note nearly, not completely, elves were much too stealthy for this. It was Jiro, and to evade crashing into him she ended up side-stepping in front of him. Keeping her eyes un-shocked she looked at him and figured she might as well keep to her promise.

First D.E.A.F. member she met with right? Not too much to complain with. It's not like she had a specified person, they were all the same to her.

"Hello Jiro. I need a partner for this field trip thing. You'll be it ok. Arigato."

It may have seem blunt and rude for not asking, but who cared? If he objected she'd just leave to the next person. However the experience might have been worth it, but it didn't matter.


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And that was how she spent the previous day. Today was a new day and a horrible day to bring her out of bed. Stupid alarm clock. Getting up she pulled her fist down on it while standing in her white boxers and black t-shirt pajamas. How heroic. Her hair was sticking up in odd places so she licked her hand and patted it down a little. What did she care about it? It's not like it mattered.

Oh, today was the field trip thinger. Salvation for wearing something other than a skirt. She gracefully hopped over to her drawer and pulled out some dark green cargo pants with some black sneakers. She took a black leather belt she had and tied it around her waist. Natsuko pulled on a dark green long shirt where the sleeves reached her elbows and placed a black tank top over that. Pulling on one finger-less gloves that reached a little past her wrist and some silver bracelets on the other, she began to feel much better. Of course her rings, and some black elastic to wrap around the base of her neck and a separate necklace with a small silver Celtic symbol on it.

Natsuko really didn't feel like it but she decided to brush her hair. Not too much of course and just tied a dark teal hair tie around it and placed some small gray star clips into her hair. She made sure to fluff out her hair a little to hide her ears, but the tips were still showing. So be it. Finishing up her reutine she quickly exited her room as she braced herself for whatever the plan was. Of course she was doing this all with her newly formed bruise on her knee.

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Jennine hopped this Djinn would just accept her way of doing things and go. Sadly he was not the one to do so. So disheartening it was to her. That sigh he gave out felt so troublesome to her. And then he spoke to her.

“May I ask your name? I know this process is supposed to be quick, and especially, in my case, painless BUT, I’d like to at least be able to thank you, personally understand?”

How very flattering, but unfortunately Jennine had grown untrusting of everyone. Only Oliver, and that human that hurt her knows her name. Everyone knows her as her rightful title of the Woodwitch. However she didn't want to be completely rude to him, maybe she could just give a fake name? No, perhaps just her last name, it did seem close to a first name. Afterwards he gave her a smile so dreadful, she found it an insult to true smiles everywhere. Then again, she was prone to that too.

"You can call me miss Clare, but truly I prefer you kept to the title of Woodwitch sir."

She watched as he fell to the ground. It was his fault. He should learn to have more respect when in one's home, especially her home. Plus if he was all powerful as he said he was, and he was a genie, how could he not simply just hover or float? What a disgrace to all genies this one was. In a way she pitied him for not using some common sense enough to just stand.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, now was it?”

Well he was wasn't very polite was he? Karma was so pleasant. To her disbelief he dared to conjure another in her house? This was an absolute outrage! No, sir. If you mess with her one time it's a warning, but mess with her again and well she'll have to prove a point.

“I would have you pay me for my loss but, I can just make a new one.”

He called that a loss? What an absolute child. Immature to the utmost definition. It was sort of amusing to see the infant wave his finger playing pretend with an adult.

“not just yet, don’t you think we could talk for a little? It’s rare I get to come across someone as great, or … almost as great as me, not to say you’re not powerful, just not as powerful as I.”

Talk? This was indeed some form of jest. Jennine made no means to want to speak for it was unnecessary in dealing with low-life. Besides only Oliver had such a privilege to speak to her on that level. Rare, of course it was rare to come across--what. Jennine's face was stone just as it was but inside, although it was improper to do so, inside she felt her mouth slightly hang open. However, she wasn't. He thought he was more powerful? This was not the case. He was the weakling. He was coming to her, because she can transform into anything at all, with no pain. However, she couldn't just throw him out, if she did, no one else would come in in fear that she would reject them. But that didn't mean she couldn't have all the fun she wanted to have. Getting tired of sitting on the same level with such a disgrace, Jennine stood up to her fullest as she looked down on the scum. With a wide smile she spoke to him.

"Of course o' humble one. However, I am tired. I suppose I just find the company too dull for my taste. I have other more important people to transform, so yours will be the different you so desire."

Rubbing her smooth hands she felt her home grow cold and abnormally dark. Wind was rushing slowly then faster around her as she placed her hands down and spoke so fast while walking looking down at the dirt that was the Djinn.

"Yusue yise yuafaë yidin."

With a vicious snap of her fingers the wind rushed over to and swirled around him until there was nothing viewable but grayish wind, and then it began to rise. Keeping her eyes she made the slightest of twitch in the corner of her mouth and watched the Djinn, chair and all, fly out of her house and into the woods. She had kept her promise, he was transformed. Now in a human form, she had just happened to sneeze him out. Time for the last and final person to come. The swamp thing.



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If he kept eating more, Charles knew he would eventually get sick off so much food. Why wasn't she speaking? Either way, eventually she would have to say something to him, wouldn't she. Perhaps question him why he was eating with her at her house's table instead of with Slytherin, where he belonged. He was craving some information. Izzy could be so untalkitive at times, but then again she did know information. It was like she was some sort of magnet to it. Lucky girl. Charles hated not knowing about things, because not knowing about things led to a lack of preparation and a lack of preparation would leave a man with weakness that could be used against him. Izzy never really saw this matter of the future, whatever benefitted her the most at the time was what she was after. If he had been clever enough to convince her to join the deatheaters she would have stayed neutral. But she isn't, which is good. What he wanted was the new details about what everyone had been buzzing about this morning. So far all he heard was some outrageous story that Anabelle and Morgan alone with Wolfgang were having some sort of threesome and the two girls ended up fighting over the lucky dog. However, Charles smelled something foul in that rumor. He wanted truth, and thankfully he had a primary source of truth. His darling younger sister, Izzy. Unfortunately she was playing mute with him and playing with her own blood. There was always something interesting with blood. It was such a pure color and smelled so metallic, however it was red.

Red always reminded Charles of Gryffindor and through that it reminded him of Adam. Perfect little Adam. Stuck up little p***k nowadays. He used to be so amazingly cool and maybe even worth calling his half-brother. But then stupid Gryffindor turned him into a complete and total jerk. Besides bleeding green would be so much cooler then red.

"I know what you want Charles. I'm not going to tell you this time."

When she said this Charles decided it would be better to play innocent. Shrugging his shoulders he went back to eating his food. However his plan backfired as she sniffed and stood up with her book. Quickly he called her back.

"No, no. Wait. Sorry Iz, you know I didn't mean it. I just wanted to tease you know that."

Charles gave her his charming smile. Somehow he could use this on practically on anyone. He even called her her little nickname that he gave her. Iz. Rolling her eyes she sat back down and gave him a smile. She sighed, and that was a sign that she was about to confess the truth.

"Fine. It's not all that important Charles. I was sleeping and I heard some yelling. I'm pretty sure it was Morgan's voice, and I'm sure they person she was yelling at was Wolfgang, then I heard Anabelle's voice. There was some spells here and there. That's all I know. Because during those shouts I went to go take a bath. Satisfied......"

Wow, this was really juicy. So there was no threesome. It was just some weird twisted thing. Izzy seemed like she was done so Charles was ready for the qustions.

"Woah, so you think they-!"

Suddenly sharp pain entered his shin. Izzy had kicked him. It was causing him some discomfort, and it was confusing to him which is why she gave her a look of "why did you do that?!". Izzy was thin but pretty athletic from Quidditch. He watched her eyes as they slowly shifted towards the door behind him. Slowly he turned around to see what made her stop talking. There at the door was Anabelle Pearson. He slowly shifted back over and looked at Izzy sheepishly. He decided it would be best to go back to his food and finish it. So he did. For awhile till he felt bloated again and slowly peered up from his food to Izzy. He studied her eyes which seemed like she must have still been watching Anabelle. Why, was his question. It startled him a little as she opened her book and went back to reading, taking some small sums of his food and putting it in her mouth he watched her and how she bitterly kept gazing back up. Her pride was causing her to look down. He noticed how her breathing was becoming a bit more violent. Something was surely winding her up, and not it a good way. Shifting some of his food around making it look like he had practically finished, he causually stretched a little, leaning back and lifting his head to the side. Whatever was causing his sister such discomfort surely had to be something important. But of course it would be Nathan. Nothing wrong with the guy, but to Charles the guy felt so boring.

Then again he could just be harsh because of his biased opinion in the fact that he may possibly be over-protective of Izzy. Charles assumed it was more of the fact that Anabelle had her arm placed on his leg, what Charles saw that Izzy didn't however was the fact that she had it immediately repealed. Charles turned back around to casually slip her the notice until she was already standing and gave him a smile and some words.

"I'm going to get going for class Charles. If you were wise, I'd say you'd finish that last speck of food on your plate and get ready for your class."

Darn she had noticed that he didn't finish. But there was more pressing matters. Izzy wasn't the one to bring down a bad day, and no one would usually notice when she was upset 'cept for him. That's why it concearned him. If no one else was going to care for her, then shouldn't he? Stupid Nathan, stupid Ana, and stupid timing. Leaving the food he got up trying to follow her. He was close to since he was taller, however the door was already opened from Davy and she slipped through. He had just missed her, by just that much. Turning around quickly he assumed he would just have to set her straight during Arithmancy. Charles had half the mind to go over to Nathan and give him a knock on the head, but Izzy wouldn't like that, and he didn't have proof, just an assumption. Plus he's a Deatheater, and like Izzy, Charles didn't like to upset his own commrade if they are on the same team that is. Instead he just went over to the Slytherin table and placed his hands to the side of his face holding it up while his eyes starred at the table. There was no use in going to class yet. He'd just be bored in there.

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●● Antonio Gabriel Marino ::

●● Richard Rostow Worthington-Statford III ::

●● Marissa Isabella L'Orwiczi ::

●● Caleb Damian Ashby ::

●● Autumn Faith Vincent ::

❝HUFFLEPUFF❞

●● Ninel Krylov Preobrazhensky ::

●● Ronald Avery Beckham ::

●● Nathan Orin Alexander ::

●● Addie Esther Delilah Timberly Bates ::

●● Alburne Jack Dyer ::

❝RAVENCLAW❞

●● Frederick Branden Foxborough ::

●● Halden Bianchi Grieve ::

●● Wolfgang Carston Spencer ::

●● Analise Christelle Adega ::

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●● Gabrielle Don Ivoire ::

●● David Mason ::

●● Charlotte Ruby Zabini ::

●● Blair Ellery Blackwood ::

●● Charles Daniel Cheshire :: Of course I love my twin brother, no one gets me more than he does and no one so far is closest to me than he is. I feel I would surely go mad where it not for him.

●● Tyler Kian Landon ::

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Someone was behind her. No need for her to fear though seeing as this was the D.E.A.F. headquarters so everything was all good in the department of stalkerness. Hopefully they would just stay their place. Nope, never mind. The person sped up to her and began to inquire her. It was when she spoke that Natsuko knew who it was. She had to hear them in order to find out who it was since she wasn't keen on looking at them.

"Mornin' Natsuko-san. Are you excited about the trip?"

It was just Yoko. She wasn't the closest of people to her, but she was fun to challenge when Natsuko felt a challenge was needed. It was so hard to be the Powerful. If she didn't use her powers that is. She preferred to have it like that. Yoko was the perfect challenger. Then again being genetically engineered gave her the advantage. Right now however she did not want to answer that question because it was just dumb. Of course she wasn't excited. It was just a trip to some place with the most annoying students ever. Not D.E.A.F. of course but everyone at that stupid musical school. Instead she just nodded her head to indicate a morning.

They soon made it to the central room where everyone was present but Miyavi. Slacker. The busses were going to be leaving soon. Not even bothering to sit she stood and listened in on what Jiro had to say.

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●● A.J Haradyn :: Hate him. He reminds me about my half brother so much it makes me sick.

●● Richard Rostow Worthington-Statford III :: He's cute, but I'm iffy on him. I hate that he's in Gryffindor, and his mom is right, he would have been better in Slytherin. However, I want to chance a buddy relationship with him.

●● Rozalija Daina Saule :: Don't know her and don't ******** care. I may seem charming to her, but really for now that's a lie.

●● Caleb Damian Ashby :: Gah! So much conflicting thoughts. I hate Gryffindors, but he's a deatheater. I just don't know what to say on him.

●● Autumn Faith Vincent :: I really enjoy her. It disturbs me that she's a Gryffindor, but she's been very warm to me so why not give her the benefit of the doubt and chance somethign with her.

●● Ash Ida Drake :: My sister defiantly dislikes her, and I'm with her.

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●● Corina Gabriella Alexandrova :: So confusing. I really want to get to know her better, I mean she's beautiful, but every other guy seems to think so too. On top of that, she and Autumn are not on the greatest terms. I guess it's a draw on these girls.

●● Ronald Avery Beckham :: No idea what do with him but he's on the opposing team so no luck with getting him on my side.

●● Nathan Orin Alexander :: I. Really. Don't. Like. Him. He makes my teeth grind, but what can I do? My sister's in love with him and she's too shy to admit it. Not to mention he's on my side. This is seriously twisted man. I can't go against him, but I swear if he dares hurt Izzy I will not be happy in the least and neither will he when I'm done with him.

●● Addie Esther Delilah Timberly :: Well she seems cute, simple, and somewhat childish in my eyes. She could prove to be helpful in my fake appearance.

●● Coiffeur Micheal Lestraude :: I hate that he's on the opposing team, so I know we're not getting on any personal level, but he seems to prove very useful for keeping my true personality and loyalties hidden.

●● Rossila Cassiopeia Lévesque :: Don't know, don't care. I don't even know if I can use her as a cover-up.

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●● Ana Pearl Pearson :: I enjoy her company from time to time. Not just because she's important but because of her own self.

●● Morgan Meridith Thatcher :: I feel she's pretty trustworthy and my sister has a good vibe about her, so I shall give her a chance as well.

●● Wolfgang Carston Spencer :: I see him just a little bit more than my sister does. She seems as buisness-like but that's because she knows he's got some thing with Ana, and she doesn't want to trend in unknown territory. However, I'm a guy so it makes no difference, so for now it's a pretty neutral feeling.

●● Silas Klavov Lamor :: Izzy simply adores him, but not in a affectionate way, but in a probably the closest to her currently. I think he's fine, but Izzy can have him.

●● James Xavier Wilson :: Traitor. It's not cool to keep switching sides over and over again.

●● Izzy Freya Cheshire :: Love, love, love. She's my twin sister and my closest family and friend. I can always rely on her, and only she knows me inside out. Mess with her, you mess with me.

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●● Adalaide Claire Beaumont :: Another traitor, enough said.

●● David Mason :: Oh fearless leader, how true a buddy you are.

●● Charlotte Ruby Zabini :: I enjoy her a bit more than my sister does, she seems to have that spark.

●● Christelle Sennett Dautry :: She seems soft spoken, but hey, I got give her a chance.

●● Atreyu Ilias Carver :: Eh, some say he's got an ego, I say he's got pride. I wouldn't
mind being a buddy of his, I'm sure we could work past this anti-social feeling he has.

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Starring at the table made him look so pathetic. Charles was desperately trying to keep the mask from slipping on his face. Metaphorically that is. If someone saw him as more depressed, they seem to associate dark with it, and dark leads to evil, and evil leads to deatheater. Now, he couldn't have that happening at all. It was however difficult to do so when his sister was secretly in pain and she won't even acknowledge it. All from just one glimpse, and it wasn't even the right glimpse. Charles was sure that Ana was just going through an extremely confusing time and probably didn't mean to get that close to Nathan. Bah. Just thinking of his name was disgusting. Charles may have been ok with Nathan on some distant universe, but here he was not. The bad end of it isn't because of Nathan himself but because of how Izzy sees him. It was maybe a little over-protective of him to feel that way about her seeing as she's sixteen and able to take care of herself, but after having a mother who makes babies with every man, two of the worst half-siblings, a step-father who's just average, and a true father they want to love but having no knowledge of, well it tends to grow on Charles that he needs to be the one that is closest to Izzy. They were born together for ******** sake! She's all he has, and vice versa, of course he's going to look after her with every inch of soul he has. The scary question is, how long will it be till he has to let her go. No. No, he will not think of that. Right now, Nathan was the perfect scapegoat for his anger. Charles didn't realize he was getting tense and his muscles were constricting until he felt a gentle hand wave across his back. It brought him back to reality as he immediately became loose. Thank goodness for Autumn.

He turned around gently to see her walk by with a smirk. He would have winked at her but she was too far to see it. He watched her as she went to go mess with Atreyu. Charles lingered his eyes at them for a moment and went back to that annoyingly same spot on the table. He wasn't tense anymore. Now he was just a little worried for Izzy. Izzy would just have to wait however seeing as the new company put his worries aside. Someone had taken the seat next to him and he wasn't bothered in the least. It was Corina, one of the most attractive girls in the school. Today Charles was a lucky man. However, he did feel some sort of conscious bringing up red flags. Red flags to remember, Autumn is only a couple of seats away. Both Atreyu and Charles would be stuck if there was a rumble. Then again, he liked both girls very much, and although one day it may cause him to choose, for right now he was fencing it.

”Do you mind eef I sit here?”

She said as she leaned over a little getting a better view of his face and pulled some of her hair over her shoulder. Charles was certainly blessed right now. Giving a grin and showing his white teeth he responded with much enthusiasm.

"No more than I would mind getting a room filled with Galleons m'dear."

It was a good thing that Charles was tall enough to look older. The reason why he thought it was good was because he was in the presence of an older woman. A very hott older woman. Charles mentally calmed himself down a little as to bring out his gentlemen side. Corina was more than just a body and he had to respect that, so he will. That doesn't mean however that he can't enjoy his eyes while he's being a gentleman.

”Zee table really izn’t zhat interesting, eez eet?”

s**t. He knew it. Someone would notice that he was looking at the table and reason out to find him mopey or worse. Corina gave a confused look at the table, which made Charles chuckle at her light tease. It was a relief. She wasn't thinking him mopey if she could still joke with him right? Rubbing the table lightly with his thumb he turned his head to see her face fully and spoke to her with still light chuckles.

"Actually no. It's not at all. Not to mention that something far more interesting is sitting right next to me that I can stare at."

Charles then gave her a wink with a matching grin to boot. Charles almost found himself asking her why she came to join him but realized that was a very stupid question to ask. You do not question the Gods when they give you something beautiful. You make do with it for the time you
have it.

"So how are you on this first day back?"

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Izzy went through page by page dully as her eyes felt glazed as they absorbed and sucked information by the plenty. Curiously she wondered why no one had come into class yet. Was it still far too early? It didn't seem like it, seeing as many things had already happened. Aside from this morning's events there was still the factor that Charles ate so much and at that pace that everyone should be done eating. Thus either she was early or everyone else was late. Izzy liked to believe that everyone else was late. Izzy heard a faint mew and looked lazily at the front. The professor had changed back into her original form with the utmost authority and self-pride. What would have caused her to do so? Izzy looked around her, but could see no one sitting in their chairs, besides herself of course. Her head eased around as she spotted the source of the professor's stir. It was just a Slytherin girl. Izzy remembered seeing her face vaguely maybe a couple of times before. Charles liked to point all the Slytherins to her in hopes of drawing her closer to them. He's attempts were fruitless seeing as she was already on their side and she did find some of the Slytherins to be interesting to her. However, Izzy knew she probably wasn't one of them seeing as she couldn't ever recognize her immediately. She wondered vaguely if she should speak to her. Then again what about? Izzy wasn't a hermit, but she wasn't that social either. If anything she was lazy seeing as she would keep a conversation but she wasn't up for making conversations. She usually left that to her brother, he usually seemed apt to keep conversations but eventually he would get bored and find a new person to start a conversation with.

If she did start a conversations what would it be about? Obviously not something stupid like the weather, seeing as they were inside a class room. Maybe why she was here? Opps, no, too late. The professor was already asking her that. Izzy rested her head in her hand as she looked a few notches away wondering what to say to the girl. Then again, what obliged her to say anything at all? Was it in her benefit? No, not at all. This even motivated her less to do anything at all. What could possibly happen to aid her if she spoke to this girl? Would she receive information? No. Would she gain an alliance? Possibly, but unlikely. Would she find an enemy in her? Possibly yes, and that was not a good thing. If anything there was nothing special or important about the other female that drove Izzy to her. That was a bit depressing and pitiful that a Slytherin could be so dull. She figured everyone had a bit of something. The Gryffindors weren't dull because they were so cocky it was nauseating. The Hufflepuffs would be discriminated upon since they are the likely choice of the dull ones, however, were it not for Nathan.

Izzy felt her mind clench a little at the mental mention of his name. She sniffed a little as she remembered that horrible image of Ana and him. It means nothing. It has to mean nothing. Then again, what right do I have to say this? Anyway, the point was that Nathan had shown so many characteristics that grabbed Izzy's full attention and since he was a Hufflepuff she used him as a representative. As for her own house. Well with Ravenclaws you'll never find something dull about them, they're chalk-full of knowledge. As for Slytherins, they were boundless. They could do whatever they wanted and not have to worry about things such as awkwardness or misbehavior. She did not seem to fit the part. Now Izzy was just tired of her presence and glanced back at her book. However, it was the voice of her brother speaking to her. Their secret must be contained and in order to do that one has to mingle with the unknowns to distract them from their true selves. Then again it was mainly Charles that wanted this policy. Izzy was quite fine with just having the world know what she was. Not like she gave a flying flipping ******** what the world had to say about her. If she did care she would have listened a long time ago when she dyed her hair blue. On the flip side however, Charles never stirred her wrong and if he said something to her it was always in her benefit. Sometimes it paid to have a caring brother. Might as well at least attempt to converse with her. What harm could it do?

On second thought, she didn't want to answer that question. She could hear that the female and the professor were finishing up their conversation and Izzy decided to stand up, pausing for a bit as she let her legs wake up. She walked over to them at a medium pace. The professor had seemed to be finished with her so Izzy made her acquaintance, although truly she was quite annoyed with having to do this.

"Hello."

That was simply it. Izzy could not think of a single thing to say but that phrase; correction,
word. Izzy did admit that she wasn't good with starting conversations, just keeping them.
Alas, she was only half good, and only good fully with Charles.

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