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Professor Quentin emerged from the thin line of the forest for the last time, the final three giant hogs trailing behind him with ease, though the tired scowl on his face told a different tale. With only his school uniform at his disposal, he had, possibly willingly, borrowed a light pair of long yellow polyester shorts from Gideon. He looked like a shirtless hillbilly in flip flops. Ugh.

He set them down beside the rest, a few feet away from the other magic professor who was currently stoking a fire since they were still inside the barriers. Cane, who was the one who had successfully trapped and bled all the boars, stood close by fixing a few of the condiments and side dishes for their little barbecue.

Why let good meaty pig go to waste, right? "Well this'll be fun..." The demon commented to no one in particular.

Grabbing the closest pig to gut and skin, his sharp green eyes found a small gathering of students coming their way, Scyeth, of course, leading the pack. Goddess, what was he up to now? That kid needed to be leashed or kenneled at night. Or... all the time, preferably.

"Hey, old man! Thanks for getting the party started, but you can piss off now, yah?" He announced good naturedly as if all were waiting for specifically for him, dragging a tired (or tipsy) Sasha along for the ride. Along with quite a herd of others.

"........."

Mica's face blanched sightly as he drew nearer to the crowd already at the barbecue, the scenario he'd had in his head being tossed to the birds before it could even occur, though by the time he'd reached the other teens and the large area of food he looked as though nothing had happened. His face was set in it's usual smile, the kind that simply said 'I'm here, hello to you', and his eyes seemed to focus on nothing in particular.

It'd been a while since he'd going to an outing like this, preferring to spend his time now alone in the gym swimming or outside trying to navigate this island to make a proper map. He hadn't seen many of these boys since he could recall, probably before his promotion to the next school, but that worked well enough for him. One of them he hadn't wanted to see ever again in the first place, but he'd overlook that for now and just keep up the facade that he was content to be here.

" . . . "

Mica didn't speak, instead only nodded his head and used his hand to brush a few loose strands of blond hair off his shoulder and behind his ear, though after a moment he did decide he wanted to perhaps speak to someone. His footsteps carried him into the group, past where Scyeth and Cane had gathered to speak to one another, and right over towards the demon professor manning the grill.

"Hello Professor Gideon. It's been a while."

He smiled at the man he respected as a teacher, shifting his weight slightly on his heels. Today he'd dressed for the weather like everyone else, sporting a nice pair of khaki shorts that hung to his knees and accented his frame, and a set of brownish sneakers covered his feet. He wore a white button up three-quarter sleeve shirt that had the top button undone for ventilation.

Well. That had been a fabulous idea, Nathaniel thought to himself, having gotten absolutely lost. The British lad wasn't one for the outdoors, or wandering really, but had been swept up in the moment of a possible excursion. It had been a lot lately to endure, what with exploding experiments and his promotion and everything. Strangely enough, the Brit had developed something akin to 'cabin fever' and was not taking to it very well. Restlessly, he had shuffled around his room, unable to be calmed by anything and the urge to go out filling up in his chest until it was so very suffocating that he'd had no choice.

Though, after going out, he really had no idea where else to go. He'd started out by heading to the Chikami Mall, where he had been before, but after that it got a little hazy. He'd realized only too late that he'd kept walking without really knowing where. This sort of disassociation wasn't like him at all and made him feel almost sick. To make it worse, it looked like there was some sort of terrifying ritual gathering on the lawn that spread out in front of him.

They were gutting and ripping apart a bunch of pigs, and what was worse? He knew some of them! Still, he decided maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to go see what was up. Not to mention, there were two older men there who didn't really look like students and perhaps were the new professors he had not yet gotten to meet.

And so, Nathaniel, who never looked anything less than knowledgeable (and conceited to boot), who never took off his jacket after the second he got it but was now, not only not wearing it, but was wearing a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Nathaniel, who had no idea how to be social but was heading for some kind of social event. This Nathaniel stood there on the outskirts of the gathering a moment, before stepping forward awkwardly.

It was weird to once know he'd thought himself better than all of them, and now, all he wanted was to talk to any of them. Life was strange. Too strange to understand sometimes, and so the Brit lad thought that for a moment, maybe he'd better stop thinking. And just do.

"Hff.." The resident garbage disposal gave a huff as he entered the clearing noting all the students that had made it thus far. It had been a while since he'd moved around the grounds of the island. Locked away in his room to study, study and study some more. Cabin fever wasn't the word for how stir crazy the boy had turned out. With a fair amount of dark circles around his eyes, pale skin then was normal for the otherwise sun kissed cheeks and limp orange tresses barely moving in the crisp air; it was safe to say that he and everyone needed some fresh air at this point.

So without much thought, when word had gotten out about a BBQ, Nash was well on his way through the woods heading for the smell of the food on the grill. Clearing the trees he smiled bright at the turn out. It looked like he hadn't missed much. With a ginger nod to those in attendance he moved up toward the others holding an arm full of paper cups, straws, paper plates, plastic forks and knives he'd run to get from the mall. A few bags of chips hung from his teeth as he hurried to set them all down nearby. "Um... I brought some things." That was probably made obvious upon his arrival but he couldn't help stating that as he turned a shy smile to Sasha then smiled meekly toward the Aussie who'd come to help the Russian. "I-I could go get some ice if you'd like...?" Nash offered; he didn't mind helping if it got the party underway.

Ugh. He thought he would get a little farther with his goods before Nosy McGee came over. "Hey heyhey! S'why I was gettin' cups! Jeeez..." Seriously, if he pulled the teacher's attention to him because of his friend's ruckus, he was going to be a wee bit pissy. With a tight grip on the neck of the bottle, he turned around with a slight frown to meet Scyeth's blue eyes.

".... Listen, blondie... I could drink ya under the table, so les no' ge' all..." English was hard to remember when he was drunk. "... huffity." Yeah, that worked. "Here--Oh! Good thinkin' Nash..." Fumbling for a stack of cups, he poured Scyeth a cup to pacify him. "Wan' one?" He asked Cane, but broadened his question to Nash as well.

Wynn (he assumed according to previous experiences) isn't a party person. The fact still stands, however, that since his first appearance at the Solstice party, only days after he first arrived at the Shinkami school grounds, he has made many more friends. People he had run into, people he had come to know and admire, and, most of all, those who he had struggled with on the school's risky field trip. Still, for some reason, he couldn't quite place, Wynn was a little more than nervous when he left his dorm in search of the barbecue he heard rumor of the just a few hours ago. It was with an anxious stomach that the youthful Inuk toddled to the Magic grounds, stepping lightly on the grass with tentative feet and straightening his clothes every time he rounded a corner.

Stepping closer, he saw a broad spectrum of students, hovering around a certain green patch of the Magic grounds. Milling about, they spoke with each other and it looked like their was an exchange of food and drink going around. Wynn swallowed a lump in his throat and made the last cross over to the group and paused just a few feet from the group's edge. He decided against jumping in.

The ice-born boy would have to "melt" into the group.

"I hope you mean different in a good way, but with you it's ha-"

Mica was about to reach over and take Gideon's hand when a shrill (in his opinion) voice called out to him, using a nickname he hadn't heard before but knew to be clearly addressed to him, and the blond youth turned his head slightly to gaze at the only other blond on the campus ( More excluded, as Micajah was vague on memories of him ). At the sight of the company Scyeth was keeping Micajah's face clearly soured, the warm expression he'd had while looking at the Professor fading to one that mirrored unease.

Slowly he took his leave of the Professor, making a small bob of his shoulders to apologize for suddenly have to cut their little introduction with one another short, but he knew that ignoring Scyeth wouldn't be too good for anyone. The blond bombshell was likely to try and guess something, creating drama that the youth neither wanted nor needed, so it was in his better interests for Micajah to go over and mingle.

"What's with this 'goldie locks' comment? Your hair is just as blond as mine, if not brighter."

He tried to sound calm, casual, as he stepped over to the group.

Canaan carefully left his face quite blank as Micajah approached, not wanting to try a smile as the blonde had ignored his greeting earlier. Instead he accepted a cup from Sasha, stepping back to remove himself from Scyeth and Mica's immediate company, nodding a thank you to the Russian.

As for Nathaniel... Cane raised his brows, gesturing toward the professors, and answered his question, tone casually amused. "It was a semi-private celebration for a task I completed, however, it's become a party, which is just fine--"

Distracted by the sight of another dark-skinned boy, a grin broke out on Canaan's face. "Brother!" Reaching out with a large hand, he gripped Wynn's forearm, pulling the smaller native into a hug.