The Circle

[Essy ze Ninja]

Storming through the party like my name was El Niño
When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino
As a kid, was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party ‘cause nobody came.

Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn.
I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.

𝕬ndrew 𝖂ollace

𝕬wol
𝔉irst 𝔉ormer

Tall, and lean, like the towering pine tree, Awol was nothing but a lean mass of skin and bones nearly six inches past the five foot and a clear head above the other students around. He had always been a towering figure of his age, but in his circle of friends back home, he was the small one. Gazing out now, he couldn’t help but miss his buddies—corn-fed and rowdy. ”Running?” He shot back with a grin and laugh, waving a nonchalant hand in the air.

”Naw, why run when ya’ can skate?” Awol exclaimed, answering her next question as he lifted the wooden skateboard by the truck, and admonishing the brand of ink that read “Skate Life” swirled upon tight, tan skin.

Behind him, he couldn’t help be overhead the stance of inquisition, that, buzzing anticipation of shock and awe. Swirling around on torn skate shoes, Awol spun to meet Sean Connel with a lethargic grace of grin. ”Don’t you know, dude? This is where we wait, man—and get grouped together into like, little, marked packages or whatever.

“Didn’t they do that at your old school?” Awol acknowledged with a hearty chuckle, his eyes spinning to meet another solitary student shrouded beneath blazingly red hair. ”You look a little surprised too,” Awol motioned as his attention then fell upon Miles. ”Didn’t anyone tell you ‘bout this?” He insisted, enticing as many people to talk as he possibly could.

 

[Sir Spazalots]

Sean rolled his eyes at teh boy who spoke to him. "I know what happens, I'm just wondering how we will be sorted and when it will start. And My name is not 'Dude' it's Sean, Sean Connel." he said. He looked over the crowd before seeing a tall man. Who is he? he wondered as he watched the stranger.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Storming through the party like my name was El Niño
When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino
As a kid, was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party ‘cause nobody came.

Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn.
I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.

𝕬ndrew 𝖂ollace

𝕬wol
𝔉irst 𝔉ormer

Oblivious, Andrew had always had the grace of the benefit of the doubt, and whether that was choice or one too many concussions—he could never acknowledge the judgmental leers or the condescending talk. To him? He was the center of the attention—and that’s all he ever wanted. That widespread grin on his features had only widened at the responses he had received. And, temporarily enraptured by the clear cut accent that he could depict with his southern ears. ”—Awesome!” He struck forth immediately, like rolling thunder, wrapping a casual arm around the shoulder of the redhead beside him. ”With an accent like that, you’re going to be a total ladies man!”

Laughing, he had released Miles, never truly noting if the boy was accepting, or tensed, at his abrupt and vivacious personality. ”I’m from Austin, Texas—one of the best places to be a skater.”

But when it had come time that the blonde boy he had engaged with earlier had spoken, Awol could only turn a friendly stare to Sean. ”—my bad, bro—er—Sean.

“My professor from Val Hall had told us that a slip of paper with our name goes inside the fire, and then it, I dunno—it just tells us? But, I guess we’re waiting on that guy before we can do anything—

“Sides, I think there’s still more carriages being pulled towards the circle.” He noticed, being at least a clear head taller than most as he glanced above the rest to look back, and had pointed one finger towards Riley Quillen to indicate who they were waiting for.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝕭rian 𝕰dward 𝕻ierce
𝔉irst 𝔉ormer
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𝕭rian tasted iron—bitter salty iron. He hadn’t noticed it quite yet, but gleaming teeth of pearls were clenched against the rough muscle of his tongue, digging deep, until blood began to run through his mouth. A moment of surprise struck him as his hands rose to his lips, prodding an index finger to dab a douse of blood against his finger. But- during this, he hadn’t at all seemed to acknowledge the mysterious disappearance at his side. But her voice had surely been what had stolen his attention. ’Oh no, what is she getting into this time,’ he pondered, eyes struggling to find platinum blonde in a mass of crowded heads.

”Why are you so rude?” Brian could hear the quiet voice of his sister, Dahlia, somewhere hiding under the crowd.

”Hey, whoa,” another loud voice came, spurring forth with surprise. ”I’m not being rude, and where did you even come from?!” The voice laughed, and the closer Brian approached, the sooner whom he realized who was talking. It was the ostentatious boy, with ink on his skin and wild strewn blonde hair. Brian didn’t know what to make of him, but as he spotted his sister, and the innocence emblazoned in her eyes.

”You are rude, and who taught you to speak, that is not proper—“ Brian could hear his sister, already, beginning to chastise. He narrowed in on them, and he could see the clear sense that Dahlia found she was doing nothing wrong. After all, she’s only doing what was told of her. That crystal clear mar of innocence shrouded with classy prestige.

”You need to calm down,” Awol insisted with an easy smile, ”I’m not doing anything, I’m not hurting anyone—I just like to have fun, something you should try for once.”

”We are in a school,” Dahlia reiterated, shocked at his behavior and blinking with wide, sparkling eyes of lilacs and lavender.

”So? Doesn’t mean you have to be all weird and proper, this is magic school—not etiquette school. So relax,” Awol exclaimed, suddenly turning to his other peers as a whole. ”You all need to relax, c’mon, this is supposed to be the best years of our lives.”

And Brian couldn’t agree more.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝕯ahlia 𝕻ierce
𝔉irst 𝔉ormer
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𝕯ahlia had a perpetually profound stare, blinking back and forth from the direction of the foreign redhead to the boy of her current nuisance. But all at once, she realized the mistake she had made, and her pale cheeks began to flush scarlet rouge as she held her silence. Confounded, and in some ways, too anxious, and too scared, to muster a reply. Docile, and gentle, she nodded her head with pursed lips and innocent eyes. Her father always told her to relax, but her mother had told her to never forget where she came from… And she hadn’t.

A voice, a name, and then a face sparked recognition from her lilac eyes, a mystifyingly curious color from her ancestry that she had, at times, forgotten about entirely. There were other moments, like now, where she could feel the cold, hard, questioning stare straight into her eyes. Honestly, it made her giggle.

Her name was Karen, and Dahlia quickly produced an eager hand to shake in return. There was that unmistakable sense of innocence that clouded her eyes ignorant to the world. ”Dahlia Pierce,” She introduced herself with a warm, gentle smile, but not a second later, that smile had cracked into a brilliant grin. ”You’re… probably wondering about me and my brother’s eyes, aren’t you?

“It’s usually always the next question after, ‘hi, what’s your name,’ and ‘where do you come from?’”

“It’s a genetic trait from my great-grandmother’s side of the family, she’s veela.”

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[Essy ze Ninja]

Storming through the party like my name was El Niño
When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino
As a kid, was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party ‘cause nobody came.

Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn.
I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.

𝕬ndrew 𝖂ollace

𝕬wol
𝔉irst 𝔉ormer

”Haha!” Awol laughed immediately, the fingers of his free hand rising to run through the scattered mass of blonde hair scattered in every which direction upon his head. Nodding along to what the Irish boy had been saying, Miles, was it? ”Family reunion, huh? So is it true what they say about the Irish?

“That ya’ll drink like crazy?” He wondered, and it was the only slip of information that seemed generally important at the moment, and, had immediately snaked a hold of his attention. He had hardly wavered a glance toward the Headmaster of the school, or the few and far in between professors scattered amidst the outskirts of the circle. Awol could only focus on the here, and the now, and all of the people around him.

 

[Sir Spazalots]

Kyle stepped through the crowd, he was lost and a tad confused. He couldn't find Sean anywhere and was nervous. Finally he sighted the blonde boy. "There you are Sean." he said as he arrived next to the other boy, his sole friend in a strange place. Now what happens? he wondered as he looked around. There was a man standing before a fire, who was he? Kyle had no clue. Yet he seemed to have everyone looking at him.

 

[Sir Spazalots]

Sean turned and smiled at Kyle, "There you are!" he said as he looked at the other boy. "I was wondering where you were." he said with a smile. He looked around the crowd, finally glad his friend had finally arrived. Sean looked at his best friend (and crush) and smiled.