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"Please watch your tone of voice with me, Miss Caroline," she said smoothly, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "I may only be a councilor, but I ask the same amount of respect that you would give to any other teacher on campus."

"You must understand, girls," said Aphira, "That just because you were here, does not mean you deserve an explanation. This is one issue that cannot, under any circumstances, be spread around the school. Period." Aphrodite concluded rather sharply. Her face softened. "... and We're not shipping you off. It's curfew anyway. Go get some sleep, and enjoy your weekend!"

Love sat in the corner sniffling slightly. Null had stayed for a few hours, but he had had to leave already. He had promised the pair that they were only staying for two months, unless they chose to stay after their trial period was finished. But, until then, they were getting the house renovated... so long as their mother didn't get in the way that much. The pair had inherited her habit of dismantling different parts of the house when she was nervous.

Doom was sitting next to her sister, the twin's tails were intertwined between them, for the moment. In her hands was an old pocket-watch she'd begun to dismantle. She was just as nervous as her sister, she was just doing a better job at hiding it. Although, next to her were the parts of a dismantled pen, computer speaker, and megaphone; three of the many, rather random, objects they'd brought with them to play with so they didn't steal to much. Daddy had told them to be good.

Love looked down the hall, her large, green, unblinking eyes still watering somewhat. "Doomie..." she said, looking around for anyone else, "Love is scared." Neither girl had been away from either parent for more than a few hours before, and they were still technically only eight months old. Their family, at least on their mother's side, developed quickly and lived long, but neither girl was very mentally mature yet, that was why they were there. Doom was just that kind of immature where she thought she was mature, like the eight year old that wants to sit at the grown ups table.

Doom sighed. She hated being called that, but Love ignored her, or forgot, whenever she said so. "I know Love," she said quietly. They hadn't met anyone yet, everyone else had been a little to intimidated by their giant father wrapped in black cloth when they arrived. She tossed the last gear of the watch aside, pulling a graphing calculator out of the bag and starting to dismantle it too.

The voice that came from within the room chocked Vanessa badly. There was something about it... and as she thought, something moved within her. "s**t!" she cursed, ripping open her backpack and pulling out a small bottle of aspirin. She fumbled with the child-proof cap, (Worst. Invention. Ever), and spilled about five into her hand. Grabbing her water, she swallowed them all, and in a few seconds, her trembling stopped. Crisis averted. "Uh... ok," she rasped, swallowing some more water to get the icky medicine taste off the back of her throat. She needed to see Ari.

"Uh, sorry to keep bothering you," she mumbled, "But do you know an Ari Franz?"

(Lol! It's ok, and thanks... I just kind of threw it together 8D)

"Yeah... I'm fine," she said, trying to quickly stash her aspirin. She wasn't addicted. Seriously, she wasn't. She had to take at least five, or the visions came. That's when things got ugly, especially recently. "Sorry... my name's Vanessa Block," she said with a nod, "I just transferred here from America."

Looking down the hall in the indicated direction, she could hear a lot of voices. "Is something going on?" she wondered aloud.

Musica was listening to the Goddess speaking with the young girls, and felt she was slightly a bit too harsh with them. They were young, mistakes come with youth. Hell, they come with maturity too. "Easy there Miss Dite, give these girls a bit a slack eh? Oh, and hello Headmistress, I don't believe we've had the pleasure to meet yet." He got up, still dressed in the clothes Nikolaus manifested, and walked over to stand before her, but not too close to Ari herself. The boyfriend thing would just slide with him, unless brought up once more. Puffing on his cigarette, still sanitizing the air with his now free powers, he smiled his charming grin and introduced himself. "I'm Musica Brandt, the guy who works the coffee shop in town. You allowed me to come here and sell the girls coffee, though we never met face to face. I believe I was sent a letter ja?" He was still smiling, leaving his hands in his pockets. Just a little way for him to show he doesn't really feel her as his superior enough to keep his hands exposed. He was older than her anyway.

Ari watched Musica with sharp eyes. He seemed friendly, but there was something in the air... something a bit more tense. She looked to Aphira... erm, Aphrodite. She had a sinking feeling this wouldn't get her out of detention. She hoped Aphrodite would let her off... she couldn't be serious, right?

Despite the blistering migrane that was forming behind her eyes, Nessa stiffened. "I don't judge people before I meet them," she said coolly. As if God was against her, a sharp spike reared in her brain. Karma was a b***h. "Ahh!" Nessa yelped, fumbling in her backpack again. She pulled out a sketch pad and a pencil, and put the tip to the paper. Immediately, as if it had a mind of it's own, her hand jumped into motion. She didn't even bother to watch what she was doing... somehow, it turned out perfect every time. "Sorry," she muttered again as her hand zoomed around merrily. At least the headache was subsiding.