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[[By Boom, no doubt.]]

((March, huh? Okey doke.))

In the early light of morning, a lone figure was seen walking from an old shack towards the school, a black cloak keeping anyone from seeing more than their basic profile. They strode aroudn to the back of the kitchens, using a key to get in. The creaking shut of the door echoed in the still morning air, and was answered by a bird's song from the forest.

In the warm, homey kitchen inside the school, a huge bald colored man towered over the stove, eyeing a massive pan of scrambled eggs. He wore a stained apron over dark jeans and a tee shirt that stretched tight over his muscles. He glanced over his shoulder when the door opened, and his wide mouth curved into a smile.

"Ah, there's my baby girl. It's a cold one this morning, isn't it, Danni girl?" He asked fondly as the girl he'd come to consider his daughter pulled off her cloak, hanging it next to his and shaking out her hair. She'd died it red for this month, and Cook still grinned whenever he saw it. He'd soon learned that his girl never went over a month with the same hair color. It switched from blue, to red, to her actual auburn color, and occassionally a carrot-top orange that strangely suited her features.

She turned back to face him, a smile already forming on her face, her eyes brightening with love. "Sure is, Daddy. You want some coffee while I'm at it?" She asked, her movements fluid and her expression content as she pulled styrofoam cups out of a cupboard. Cook felt a silent twinge of parental pride when she called him 'Daddy', as she'd been doing for about three months now. She'd changed over the past six months, he thought sentimentally as he turned off the heat under his eggs.

It wasn't just that she'd grown about two inches and grown even thinner no matter how much food he'd stuffed down her throat. No, it was her mental state that had changed as well. She was much more confident about herself now, and no longer had any of her old insecurities. Her smiles came easier and more often, and it was much less often now that she had that troubled look in her eyes.

Sure, they'd faced a few rough patches during the holidays when her siblings had left for home and she'd been left behind, but she'd clung to him for comfort, and he'd let her. They'd also had some troubles with Arzol and the other demons, but they seemed to be biding their time when it came to Danni, so not much had happened. Every day, Danni was getting stronger, and Cook could sense it.

However, with power had come knowledge, and with that had come contentment. Her movements were no longer harsh and quick, but she tended to move fluidly throughout a room, a serene expression on her face as she ran her hands gently over familiar objects. True, she still had a quick temper, but her powers were under much better control these days, though she still hated her power management professor with a passion. However, there were more smiley faces than not on her calendar these days, which was a good sign.

They were a family now, Danni, him, and the dogs all resided in their little shack as happy as could be most of the time.

Valrie looked around as she entered the room she was given. It had been more then a month and she had been keeping what she had done, from her father. She always feed the living soulless body. She started to wonder how long she could keep this a secret. She hoped until she figured out how to bring back the soul. Slowly she started to cry as she thought of that horrid woman called Lew. "She needs to die." She said in tears. "Why... m-my mother?"

Cecilia was taking a nap on a chair in the library. She hadn't seen Valrie in a long time and was getting worried. Last time she had seen her, Valrie had ran away from her. She looked up and yawned. She had also asked around to see if anyone had talked to Valrie relentlessly, but must said... "I've seen her, but she runs away from me when I try to talk to her." She stretched out. 'What a pain.'

Jewlet sat in her room covering up the unhealed wound. Not even the vampire's lick would heal it. She gritted her teeth as she looked down at the mark that ran down her arm. 'That little brat... Her bother is no where to be found and her god, well in her case goddess powers are awakening.' She frowned. 'This is going to be a lot harder them I thought.'