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                                    “Evie!” ‘Beelzebub.’ Evelyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Settling, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip while her eyes downcasted to the floor. Her body language taking on a shy girl role while her mind began to sling comments left and right at the snake was wrapping its coils around her side. Azure eyes hovered at the growing puddle of blood at Daisy's feet. The smile that had been playing on her lips all night vanished, a concerned frown appearing in its place.

                                    “Cilly. Congratulations on your stunning victory.” She swallowed her insults, her tone was light and airy. Evelyn's free side was pulled against Cyrille, his hand wandering up her back to rest upon her shoulder. A shiver had traveled with it, while bile had begun to rise in her throat. She wanted to push him away. She definitely wanted too. However, that wasn’t how they played this game. A single curious brow was raised at his hand comment. “Be nice,” she faintly purred “if you wanted attention, you could have just asked.” Evelyn gently moved her free hand through Cyrille’s silk coral locks, twirling some of the strands around her index finger before letting them fall. Whenever they were in public together, he always reminded her of a tiny dog whose owner was giving attention to someone else, yapping at the newcomer until all the attention was theirs again. ”Mmmm, yes, we’ve known each other for...seventeen years. Isn't that right, my little tadpole?” Evelyn clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “where are my manners! Daisy, this is Cyrille Blanc. Cyrille, this is Daisy.”

                                    It took less than a minute for her body to take on the role of the rope in a tug of war contest. Cyrille pulling at her side while Daisy held tightly to her wrist. A teenage girl dream to be fought over, though Evelyn herself would have preferred anyone but Cyrille. ’Girls, you are both very pretty. But please do not damage the merchandise.’ Clearing her throat, Evelyn calmly removed her hand from Daisy. “How about Cyrille and I go to the theater room and you go change your clothes... maybe get your feet looked at and then meet us there?” Evelyn offered, sweetly pushing some of Daisy's dark locks out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. ”Don’t worry little petal, he is harmless, I will be quite alright when you meet back up with us.” ‘I’ve been immune to his venom for years now.’ Giving the smaller woman a reassuring smile, Evelyn waited for a brief moment before hooking her other arm through Cyrilles, moving her body slightly away from his. The warmth his body gave her quickly disappeared and for once Eve was grateful for that.

                                    What had felt like an entirety ended up being a grueling twenty minutes as the duo made their way through the maze of hallways that made up Hyacinth. As soon as Evelyn was sure no one was around, she dropped his arm as if it had been burning her own flesh. “Please enlighten me on this sly orchestration to get me alone.” The sweet tone and gentle smile had been replaced with harsh frown and poison seemed to drip from every word she spoke. “Wait,” Eve held up a slender finger, “let me guess. Are you here to tell me that your family made my mother ‘disappear’ as well? That my brother's body had been found near one of your casinos? Or are you finally going to tell me that you murdered my father?” The curt smirk played upon her lips, each word held more venom than the last. In truth, Evelyn was no justice warrior, she wasn’t hellbent on vengeance on a man that had almost gambled their company away. No. She didn't even truly care that the Blancs had a hand in her father's disappearance, she had come to terms with that a long time ago. If she hadn’t, Evelyn doubted that the Blanc’s would have let her live this long. It was that or Cyrille wasn’t playing whenever they were in the public eye and actually held feelings for her. The mere thought of that almost made the Candy Heiress vomit. Death would be welcome if that were the case. The only thing she craved was to know that she wasn't the reason.

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Ghosts from his past followed him where ever he went. The sweet innocent noises of playing with his older sister in the halls of their childhood home. The terrifying screams and pleas from his father as he watched the last few glimmers of life fade from him. The prayers his own victims as they chanted them over and over, forever growing louder as if it that would help it reach their god. They all echoed faintly in his ears, through the daylight hours and well into the dark of night. His own face was a constant reminder of his brief time in the mafia’s clutches, but at least they had taught him some tricks to go along with his then newly decorated facial feature. Hyacinth had been the easiest; aside from their damned testing. The guardians that were allowed with them now had all passed, but he could never find the right answers when the doctors when it came to his turn. Luckily, he wasn’t the only one that was deemed dangerous and unstable. There were a number of them kept away from the heirs and the cameras. From powers that their users could not control, the mentally unbalanced, to the extremely insubordinate, and then there were the favorited ones. The ones that Hyacinth had kept for themselves. At first, Darren had been interested in all of the secrets that this place was almost serving him on a plater but was finding himself growing more restless with each passing day. Until the heirs arrived, no, until she arrived. Evelyn Rose Monroe, heir to the Bishop. company and his older sister.

From her first step onto Hyacinths grounds, he had been with her. When she had gotten out of the car, he struggled to keep the form of an easily forgettable servant, his skin slithering and itching to be in its natural form. She had been right there. Just within his reach. However, he had resisted, they would have all the time soon enough, he just had to be patient. Patience was a virtue that Darren was learning that he did not have. Not only was she never alone, the one damned guardian that was an obstacle for him had attached himself to Evelyn. Hyacinths little lapdog, though Darren knew better, Rasputin was no dog. Dogs were loyal and Darren doubted he knew what that word meant. The white-haired guardian was nothing more than a filthy little lab rat. This rat forced him to take a more different approach, now he watched from a distance and it greatly interfered with what information he could gather. But today would be different, today the rat would be scurrying after a different heir and hopefully attaching themselves to a new victim. Evelyn would be alone.

The event started, not only a new chapter in Hyacinth but a new start for him. Honestly, the one-eyed guardian did not know how exactly he passed the psych test, but he did and now he would be in arm’s length from his sister. He would be using his own name. Darren let out a slow breath, forcing himself to calm down. The last thing he needed was to have his emotions get the better of him and accidentally turn into someone. To keep himself busy, he idly played with the silver bracelet that decorated his wrist. A special trinket from Hyacinth, it stored DNA within each little square. Each one was easy to snap off and place a new sample within. When a square was pressed hard, it opened the back and let his bard skin touch whoseever DNA was within. He only had five as of now; three nobodies, Beatrice, and Hyacinth lapdog. None of them were needed for what he had planned for today. Two unused squares were going to have new occupants after this tea party if everything went the way he planned. To any onlookers, he looked bored, with his back leaning against the wall and one hand lazily in his suits pants pocket while his other hand had only a thumb hooked into the corner of a pocket.

Minutes ticked by and heir after heir filled in the dining table chairs and Darren started entertaining the idea of leaving; perhaps she hadn’t gotten an invitation. Then there she was. She appeared docile, but the eyes she lifted told a different story with their spark of intelligence. They were the kind of eyes that flashed from the shadows of a darkened room. They never went to him, and he watched as she looked at each little piece of porcelain was sitting on the table before gracefully sitting with her back to him. Not to draw attention to himself, he kept his eye trained on the wall in front of him, only letting his view flicker towards his sister every other breath he took. The heirs and guardians after went past him in blurs, no one could make him take his eye off his prize. Until Cyrille Blanc’s voice rang out. Like nails grinding slowly on a chalkboard, the noise forced him to look away from Evelyn to the pink haired heir that was sauntering towards his sister. The Casino heir took the chair next to his sister and Darren forced his honey amber eye to the ground to keep himself from letting out a verbal curse. Looking back up, he was greeted with Evelyn and Cyrille in conversation. Whatever they were saying was lost on him, however, he did not miss the little shiver from his sister after Cyrille had leaned over a whispered something in her ear. ‘Evelyn, what the ******** is this?’ Another slow breath, followed by another, and another. Irritation covered him.

Name after name was called and soon even his sister had a guardian, Cainan Howell. He had no real concern with him, he had nothing more than a dot on his radar. Mentally, Darren made a note to gather what he could about the masked guardian when he found some moments to himself. However, he had more pressing matters to deal with. [********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********] He had planned on getting a few locks from Cyrille, but the small heir had already gone on his way with an even smaller guardian and now the window on getting strands from his sister was rapidly closing. There were only a few heirs left now, so he took a swing in the dark.

Carefully, Darren took off the leather glove and shoved it into his dark suits jacket pocket, it was now or never. Ambling past his sister, Darren reached out and let his hand run slowly over her shoulder and through the hand of her ponytail, just enough to get a few strands between in his fingers before tucking them into his jacket with his glove. It was no sooner than he reached the end of the table that his name was called. The name escaped him for a moment as he closed the spaced between himself and his heir. At the last possible moment, it clicked.

"Hello, Mister Soloman. I am Darren Monroe, I believe we are partners today. He tsked as he smiled, an old habit that he couldn’t break, even after all these years. "Ready to win?” Darren smiled a little wider, wrinkling the bridge of his nose as he did so in a teasing manner. The sooner they get this trial out of the way, the sooner everything could start clicking into place.


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“Winners; Astraios Soloman and Darren Monroe. Half star for Solomon Aeronautics and half points for Darren. Congratulations.”

Darren roughly ran a hand through his damp hair, his amber gaze trained on his heir for the moment while a lazy smile graced his lips. "Well, that was certainly interesting. Hopefully out next trial will be as...fun as this one.” The one-eyed guardian cleared his throat while he eyed the heir’s drenched outfit. “Maybe now would be a good time to change into something else?” A few more words were exchanged before the two went their sperate ways. Relief rolled through him as he began to put the strands of hair he had gotten earlier into the bracelet on his wrist. Stepping into an empty room, it took him a few minutes for the bones in his body to bend and snap into a new shape, his skin moving to wrap itself around the new form perfectly. Dark blue and red locks grew out too long, wild and curled chestnut-colored hair. He had watched his sister enough to know that a maze would take her more time to complete the trial than him. Just enough for him to plant a few seeds of chaos and discontent. He just needed her alone and this would pave the way for that.

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                                    “Can a man not celebrate a victory with a close colleague?” ‘Sure, go find one.’ Eve thought sourly, a single delicate brow raising as she watched the Casino heir rummage in his robe. His ungracious words about the ability to drain positivity made a surprise laugh bubble from her throat followed by a tiny snort. The candy heiress crossed her arms over her chest as her unwanted companion continued speaking causing another snort though this one held no laughter.

                                    “The only thing that drains positivity is that charred organ you call a heart. I was perfectly content to avoid you all evening, you could have continued to dazzle the couple you were playing with, but instead, you sought me out.” Evelyns tone was leveled but light, these conversations always reminded her of a carousel. Around and around they went, over and over again. Never getting off, just pausing before they started again. Those azure eyes narrowed into slits as he flashed her company's candy bar wrapper at her. She could recognize that bright blue and yellow wrapper anywhere; anywhere but here. Those bars were only sold at selected locations; such as the Le Masque. He had brought that deliberately just for her eyes to see. Those supple manicured fingers dug into the soft flesh of her upper arm, her nails leaving little crescent moon imprints in their wake. ’Could you be anymore extra?’

                                    “Lies? Daddy issues?” It took mere seconds for the young woman to cross the distance between herself and Cyrille. A dainty hand reached back behind the young heir and rested on the back of the lounge chair, while the other gently caressed the casino heirs cheek. Evelyn’s knee moved the heir's legs slightly apart, steadying herself to keep her small frame from falling forward. A pair of blue eyes soon locked onto a pair of green orbs. “You want to talk about daddy issues? Mine is dead, I’ve accepted that. I just need you to fill in the blanks. You’re the one that can’t accept what a monster your father has become or do anything about it.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet and low as if she were exchanging honeyed flavored words with a lover. “We both know the reason you get me alone and it has nothing to do with being close..or maybe it does, I don’t care. If you need me to yell at you for you to have a good time, fine. But don’t treat me like those that don’t know the real you. I’ve seen your scales and felt your fangs enough to know when you’re faking. Drop the mask.” She almost growled the last three words as her thumb darted out, wiping the corner of his mouth that held some of the melted dark chocolate.

                                    ‘Like dealing with a child.’ Without batting an eye, Evelyn placed the side of her thumb in her mouth. A soft rap on the door was the only thing that made Evelyn move. Just a swiftly as before, she pushed off the back of the lounge chair. Nimble fingers tried to smooth out wrinkles on her lacey dress as she sauntered over to the doors, pulling them open as her gentle smile appeared. “Oh, little petal, I am envious of your outfit. That looks far more comfortable, would you like to trade?” Evelyn reached out with both hands, fixing the shoulders of the young lady's cardigan ever so slight. “Hm, that goes well with your complexion..maybe it looks cute and comfortable because it is on you.” Evelyn mumbled absentmindly as she dropped her arms back to her sides, those azure eyes flickering down the hall to land on a bypassers form.

                                    “Ah," Evelyn cleared her throat, "Sir? Sir Doublet? Buttons? WINNER OF THE CHALLENGE? The candy heiress called out different names until the only one that would like to register with the stranger was called out. Whispering 'just a moment' to Daisy and a wave behind her back to Cyrille, Evelyn scuttled down the long hallway to the unfamiliar man. The young woman didn't realize just how tall the stranger was until she was standing in front of him, slightly out of breath. It didn't help that she had trotted down the hallway in heels. Her ankles felt like she had attempted to murder them. 'I need to start working out or sprinting whenever I see Cyrille. Eve patted her chest as she caught her breath. "Woo. That was more difficult than it should have been," Evelyn smiled sweetly, holding out her hand to the nights champion, "Evelyn Monroe, Candy Queen of Bishop. And you are...?" Evelyn paused giving the man a moment to speak before she continued. "If you would be so kind, would you accompany me for the evening?" A giggle escaped her lips at how the sentence had settled once said out loud. "Not anything of a questionable nature. I just ran into a snake earlier when I was alone and I don't feel quite safe anymore... Would payment of candy help?" Evelyn didn't wait for a response, as the man's hand was still trapt in her handshake. The candy heiress simply pulled her newly gained companion with her back with her into the theater room.

                                    "Sorry for disappearing lovelies. This is...pudding." It had not even been five minutes and Evelyn had already forgotten his name. Still pulling Rasputin with her, Evelyn walked over to Cyrille. Eve snatched the candy bar out of the heir's hand and gave it to her hostage with a polite smile."This is a special brand, we only sell it at four locations. I'll have one sent for you too, little petal." Evelyn added, peering around the man to give the smaller woman a wink. Finally, Evelyn let go of her newly captured guardian and took a step back, gesturing to the large tv in the room with her now free hand. “Do we want to go on with the tour or shall we stay here for a moment? Is either of you a fan of horror movies? There is this delightful one about parasites that I just adore.”

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                                                                              LOCATION ▬▬ pyrite hall > library > quidditch pitch xxx COMPANY ▬▬ Alia & Persephone xxx MOOD ▬▬ excited/anxious

                                                                              The first week back went by in a blink of an eye for the young wizard, as all first weeks at the school had in the past. Between his school activities, his nightly practices, and the ‘monochrome war’, it was a miracle that he found any time to even sleep. Though tonight, his mental itinerary had been clear which made him anxious. A little excited, but still mostly anxious. For the first time since he arrived, Tebastian wasn’t sporting his school uniform but was relaxing in his own clothing. Coming from a family that was tight for money, most of his clothing were from thrift stores that he had altered. His older brother had tried to give Tebby his hand me downs, but hell would freeze over first before he would be caught dead in those monstrosities. For tonight, he had already had an outfit in mind, a simple jersey jacket, a t-shirt so old that the graphic on the front was faded beyond recognition, and plain jeans. As for his white hair..well it was always perfect, he made sure of that.

                                                                              ”Teeeebby! It’s tiiiime to goooo!” Alia almost seemed to bounce over towards him. He didn’t recall saying they would go together, but he could have forgotten it. As the norm, Tebastain found himself staring openly at the lovely little freckles that decored the young witch’s face. There were several that he quite liked more than the rest on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, but he kept that to himself.

                                                                              “Isn’t it a good thing to be late to parties?” He teased with a soft smile, though it seemed his captain had taken it in a serious light.

                                                                              We’ll still be a little late; Persephone has a tendency to get lost in her books, and I’m not letting any of my team miss out. It’ll be good for us!” Tebastian rose a single brow at the ‘it’ll be good for us’ statement. As he wasn’t quite on board with being a ‘us’ thing. “And you should know by now that I’m always up to mischief! You’re just unlucky enough to be along for the ride. Plus, I told Maggy we’d meet her down there! I’m sure she’ll be late too.” Tebastian clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth at the mention of his twin. The last school party - strike that - the last three school functions that she had gone to went zero to one hundred real fast. One involved fire and some very burnt school uniforms, the other two...Tebastatin tried to forget the other two ever existed. Whatever mischief Alia was thinking about doing Tebastian would gladly take it over his sister’s troubles any day.

                                                                              “Oh, Mags is actually going? Well, tonight will be...something.” Tebby tried his best to sound nonchalant about the whole matter. Blue eyes shifted from Alias pretty hazel orbs to the small bottle of fire whiskey that was she proudly displaying for anyone to see. “Someone is up to some mischief,” he quoted her with a small laugh, “Better hide that for now.” The last thing he needed was for the perfect or worse a teacher to catch them. Even without the company of his sister and her millions of tricks he was always getting caught up in someone else’s plans of chaos. Not that he really minded. Most of the time, these plans had a habit of backfiring and when that happened Tebby would be around, laughing his arse off at the misfortune and still be laughing as he would eventually help with said misfortune.


                                                                              Eventually, the duo made their way to the library to pick up the little seeker of their team. A small gentle girl that always reminded Tebby of still water. They weren’t extremely close, but he found himself liking her company the handful of times they had been roped into something together. “Hey there, Pommie.” Tebastian gave her a small wave as they entered the library. He had been meaning to ask her why she was always coming and going from the library, but he never really got the chance or was able to catch her alone.

                                                                              Alia huddled them together like they were going to be discussion game strategy, though Tebby already knew his role for tonight would be the mocking babysitter. Making fun of poor souls that had couldn’t handle their stuff as he eventually would take them back to their own halls. Not that he wasn’t going to drink himself, it was just going to be a slow moderation. Which is why he shook his head at the offered bottle of fire whiskey. The last time he had drank that sludge, he woke up missing several layers of clothing and in a tree. Never again. “Nah, I’m good for now, love.” He linked his arm through Persephones and patted her upper arm with his free hand. “I have to keep this wild child under control.” The snowy-haired teen teased, giving Persephones arm the gentlest of tugs with his own. Before they disbursed, Tebby was careful to untangle his arm from Perses.

                                                                              It wasn’t long before the trio arrived at the quidditch pitch, the party already brimming with life as groups from different halls and years were scattered about the field. Tebastian gave a few nods to passersby that he knew as they all walked along together. “Maybe we should have been a bit later." Tebby teased, giving Perse and Alia a pat on the shoulder before cutting their trio down to a duo. "I'll be around if you wildlings need me or if you really want to party - well, you should find someone else, 'cause that ain't me." Tebby gave both his teammates a wink before disappearing into the crowds of students.


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      Waves of ebony hair cascaded down past her little waist and her sizable lips making her quite a nice sight to look upon. That is if one could look past the deep bruise that had come to full bloom on her right cheekbone and the bandaged knuckles on both of her hands. Even if one could get past the faults in her appearance, they would have to tackle the problem of her odd personality head-on. Honestly, it was just easier to move on to the next person. Not that Magaret minded being alone. Through her years at the school, she had had the unfortunate pleasure of witnessing enough embarrassing events between couples or would-be couples that romance seemed more like a chore than anything else. She made enough of a fool of herself alone, she didn’t need to add another person to the equation. Besides, Tebastian dated around enough for both of them. Thinking of the devil, dark amber eyes swept up from the food that was laid out so beautifully on the Dullahan house table to stare at the Shinx table in front of her. A dazed expression dominated her features. Idly her fingertips drummed rhythmically against the large wooden table in front of where she was sitting.

      It did not take long for those eyes of amber to caught onto their prey, however, the moment that they made contact all of the floating candles went out. Honestly, Magaret had paid no attention to what the headmaster was saying, she rarely did in fact. Her gaze had not yet left her brother’s spot when the illusion of a dragon swooped through the room. A fire was ignited in her eyes as sheer joy brightened her face, an excited smile dancing across her lips. Though it seemed others did not show the same emotions when it came to the large beast as she watched Tebastians form fall back from their seat with a yelp. Loud giddy giggles burst from her lungs at her brother's misfortune. Such a ******** t**t! Mags had met to say it under her breath but instead, it had come out as a roar. Which unfortunately for her, it did not go unnoticed as her gaze flickered from Tebs to professor Edmond - the head of house Dullahan. Margaret's gaze was met with two tiny little slits and a very disapproving scowl. ‘Ah, pluck out my eye and call me lucky.’ Maggie thought sourly while shoving a spoonful of bland tasting food into her mouth just as the Headmaster was finishing up his beginning of the year speech.

      “Ah, and minus ten points to Dullahan - language.”

      Magaret didn’t even look back at professor Edmond, she didn’t have too. She could feel it in her bones that the look of hellfire and brimstone would be written all over their face. Instead, she made the mistake of looking back to her brother only to be met with the smuggest of looks upon his annoying face. ”OH?!” With one quick motion, the long ebony haired girl scooped up a spoon full of mash potatoes and flung the mushy white blob towards her brother. Unfortunately for her, Tebastian already had his wand out and had easily deflected towards another student. The victim's voice rang out and it took Mags a second to register the owner as one Lucian Wytte - not who she was after but she would take it as a bonus. ”I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She thought, snickering internally. With two more quick spoonful attacks of mashed potatoes, she had hoped to at least nic his clothing, but instead, one missed completely and smashed into the pretty face of the small girl that had just sat down next to Tebastian. Persephone. Well, s**t. That one was a mistake.

      She had one good glob left of her ammunition and it wasn’t until mid-fling that she noticed the last one had been deflected back to her table, missing her entirely and had nailed Aurelia right between the eyes. “STOP DOING THAT YOU-” Words that were usually quick to come to life, died on her tongue she felt the eyes of different students burning holes into her being. The last attack was blocked and sent hurtling towards another individual, Eledora. Quickly, her banged-up hands went up into the air, a weak plea of surrender. “I just want to say...all of this is Tebastian’s fault.”
      “MAGARET GRAY-” Whatever else Professor Edmond had yelled at her was instantly drowned out as all manner of chaos erupted from the table of each house. Every piece of food that could be thrown was up in the air and what couldn’t be made into a weapon was quickly morphed into something that could. Mags being the first victim of said food creation as a sphere of brown gravy smacked into her shirt, instantly bursting and staining the white article of clothing. Well, so much for have spare uniforms this year.




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      It was the last year that he would grace the halls of Aureolus with his devilish charm and gorgeous face. It was sad in a way, to take away something so beautiful from his fellow students, but all good things come to an end. They had only been at the school for a handful of hours, but Tebastian had spent hours prior perfecting his hair and ridding his outfit of any wrinkles just for the occasion. Well, he would have done in on a normal day, but he put in an extra five percent of effort since it was his last first day back. Now all he wanted was bask in the envy of the other students and then go to bed. Honestly, it was exhausting to look this good. Mentally, the young man sighed and rolled his shoulders back as he listened half-heartedly to the headmasters welcome back speech. Tebastain rolled his knuckles slowly against his knees, letting each one crack and pop while his eyes surveyed the new faces joining the Shinx house table. This was his last year here and he wasn’t about to hand over the house cup because of these little newcomers. His mind was already brimming with ideas and forming plans on how to whip them all into prime winning shape.

      An odd feeling swept over him like someone was staring at him with malicious intent. Looking straight ahead and passed the other row of students at his table those red orbs locked with that of his unfortunate looking twin sisters. Before he could mouth the word ‘what’, the lights had gone out and a dragon had come barreling towards his face. With a high pitch yelped, the young wizard fell back out of his seat and hit the floor with a loud thump. One ugly cackle later, Tebastian was back to sitting proper at the Shinx table brushing off his little mishap like it never happened. Though the dirt from the floor that had gotten onto his pants suggested otherwise. A smile graced his face as Persephone came to sit at his side or Pommie has he had come to call her through the years.

      The first time he laid eyes on her, he had thought her pretty and she had grown even more so in their years in Shinx together. Beautiful blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face and those expressive blue eyes bright with spirit always caught his attention. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her hair to see if it was a soft as it looked - he made a mental note to get her hair care routine out of her before he left the school. If he could have his hair look like hers, with his face. A loud sigh escaped him as he thought about how unstoppable he would be. “Nervous? Pommie, you are going to be great.” ’Not as great as me,’ he wanted to add, but decided against it. His eyes roamed back to his sister just in time to meet hers once again. It was eerie how they could do the same action at the same time but be nowhere close to one another. He vaguely wondered if it would continue once they were miles away. A smug look crossed over his face as the thought of his house already being in the lead because of his sister's vile tongue. “As for fun summer adventures, I am afraid to tell you that my summer was rather tame. Nothi-” A knee jerk reaction had saved him from a face full of potatoes. Unfortunately, it went flying straight into the back of Lucian Wytts head.

      “Ohh, sorry about that-” He barely had time to form a slippery apology before the next assault came flying at him. This time the deflection had gone smashing into Pommies face. Tebastian sucked in a deep breath as those crimson eyes widened. “I.am.so.sorry. She-” Another attack and another deflection, hitting the student who had the bad luck of sitting next to his sister right between the eyes, Aurelia. s**t. This time he didn’t even get to try to apologize as one more large spoonful came hurling his way. However, this time he knew who he was going to send it flying to - one Eledora Valabaster. The bane of his whole schooling career. With the sound of the Dullahan’s head of the house calling out his sister’s name, he had thought the worst of it was behind him. Until pure hell was unleashed upon the Great Hall. “Time for me to start hitting the old dusty trail.” He called out to no one as he tried his best to ‘nope’ out of this whole thing. There was no way he was going to be spending his night refixing his hair and getting gross god knows what out of his clothing. Tebastian bolted towards the door, dodging and deflecting the whole while. However, he could not deflect an entire punch bowl being tossed his entire body. Clothes that had once been pristine were now soaking wet and stain with almost the same crimson color as his eyes. “You are all dead.”


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