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Draconia yawned as she opened her locker to remove her books for the day. Last night had been a rather late night, with first the celebration on the field, and then a celebration at the Die-ner, and then finally a celebration that involved the cleaning up of both Monster High and Luna High's grimnasiums. Still, it had been a good night.

The late night was why she wasn't surprised one jot when Glen had failed to come pick her up, instead leaving her to walk to school on her own today. She didn't mind; it gave her a chance to organize her thoughts for what was going to be a banner day in Drama Class.

"Ms. St. George!" Draconia nearly jumped at the sound of Mr. Where's voice alarmingly close to her ear. The bandage-clad teacher suddenly popped into sight, a clipboard at the ready. "Are you prepared to post the casting list for 'Sinistaria!'?"

"Oh yes, indeed!" Draconia recovered from her surprise and smiled. Her first written play to be performed! Her directorial debut! "Have you finished picking the roles, sir?"

"Indeed, and 'twas a finer lot ne'er cast,'" The teacher flipped through the list on his clipboard. "Not a failure among them, not to the last."


"What a lovely couplet." Draconia answered as she was handed the clipboard and glanced down the list. Her smile grew even wider. Mr. Where had taken all of her recommendations for casting. Her ruby heart gave a warm, fluttering beat in her chest. "I can't wait for re-hearse-al to begin! I only hope that a week is enough time..."

"It will be all right." Mr. Where adjusted his dark sunglasses. "On the final day of the Scaremester, when all of the student bodies have finished their final hexams, nothing is better to signal the beginning of winter break than watching a play!"

"Well, I agree with you on that! I'm not sure about everymonster else..." Draconia tapped a claw on her lip, deep in thought. "At the very least, I must say I prefer doing a play as a final rather than an hexam for this class!"

"I must finish my preparations for class, Ms. St.George. Would you do me the honour of posting the cast list for the rest of the class to see?" Mr. Where asked, before blinking right out of sight before Draconia could answer.

She headed over to the corkboard outside of the Clawditorium and started to hang the list up. Soon, students started to filter over, checking out the list to see where they had been cast.

"Yessss!" Heath Burns pumped a fist in the air as his head started on fire. "Cast as the main villain!"

Dashner walked with Falconnie down the hallway prior to school beginning, waving at people as they passed by. Falconnie shook her head, stopping Dashner and fixing the green beanie on his head.

"If you want to impress Peggy, you nee to learn how to wear things straight!" Falconnie told him, as he shook his head trying to push her away. Much like a young child to his mother.

"It's gonna be fine. Besides, we have the school day first. Anybody that knows me knows that I don't try to dress nicely at school!" He said, playing with the zipper on his jacket. He didn't exactly link wearing this jacket, but his leather one just wasn't warm enough for the weather.

Dashner and his sister parted ways and he carried his bookbag to his first class - Dead Languages. He walked in and looked around at all who were there and sat down, tapping his claws on the desk.

It had felt like foreverrrr since Dash had seen his bluddy, Rorrim (Even though they most likely saw each other the night before). He grinned at the boo, but then raised an eyebrow. He hadn't seen his friend in awhile but he could still tell when something was troubling him. However, he decided to just answer his question.

"Well, to be honest, bro, we haven't talked since I originally I asked her. I believe the original plan had something to do with a volcano? Anyways, I think the concert is a clawesome idea. Thanks, man!" Dashner smiled, and Rorrim somehow mustered yet another smile. Concerned, Dashner looked around before lowering his voice.

"Bro, are you okay? I know we haven't talked a full conversation awhile but it seems like something's troubling you."

Rory had helped him through so much that he wanted to help in any way that he could, and he figured that the first step was asking.

"..." Arillena silently moved down the hallways. Her mind was so cluttered that she kept bumping into other students who didn't notice the quiet Fae approach.

"S-Sorry..." She muttered to someone giving her a 'Watch where you're going' Look. Her head pounded, the last thing she could remember before waking up that morning was speaking to Rory and that Ghoul Spectra but... what were they talking about? The details were Fuzzy... Damyn had disappeared as well.

I'd be more worried if I didn't think he could take care of himself...He's Vanished by my side before.

The Changling opened her locker and swapped out her books for today's classes. Reaching inside her bag the blonde felt the handheld mirror she had found earlier. Daring to look at it for a brief second she confirmed it was still 'Out of Order' Or However Rory had put it. Leaving it in her bag the Fae headed for Her Drama Class.

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"Huh?" Ari blinked in mild confusion as she neared the group of students swarming a cork-board on the wall. "What on earth?" To afraid to get closer the Elvish girl looked around for some kind of clue to what was happening here. She sighed with some relief noticing a familiar Dragoness.

"H-Hello Draconia." She greeted with a fair amount of Timidness in her voice and a small amount of emptiness in her eyes. "Did...Is something happening?"

On the lower floor of the school, a large, overall-clad troll hung an "OUT OF ORDER" sign on the door of the ghouls bat-room.

"Hex-CUSE me?!" The school's magnificent mummy, Cleo De Nile crossed her arms regally as the troll started to lope away. "This is the bat-room I use every moaning to check my makeup and ensure that my beauty is flawless for the rest of the day."

"Urgh." The troll grunted. He didn't get paid enough to have to deal with student bodies. "Bat-room's closed. We got complaints."

"Complaints?! About what? Is it flooded? Understocked? Is there a....smell?" Cleo demanded. The troll shrugged.

"Mirrors stopped working. Gotta call in a specialist."

"The mirrors...stopped...working?" Cleo asked, aghast. "They're broken?"

"Nope. Just don't work no mores for no ones. Usually it's just vampires, but these ones've stopped workin for anymonster."

"...Oh." The troll continued on its way as Cleo reflected on this odd happenstance. She shrugged it off. "Well, it's a good thing I had that floor-length mirror installed in my locker, then."

Cleo walked off to finish her pre-day primping in front of her locker. Inside of the bat-room, the large, brightly-lit mirrors that once had a dozen students crowded in front of them before class sat alone....completely blank...

The Changling blinked. She had almost forgotten about auditioning for Draconia's play. A good amount of her energy returned upon realizing she had been cast as the Heroine of the story. She clapped her hands happily. "Oh! This is so exciting~ I've not been in a play in so long~"

It was then that Glen and Hellene appeared. She nodded slowly recalling the Incident in the catacombs, her first day at Monster High. Ari shivered a bit as some of the fuzzy memories flashed in her head. She stepped backwards a tad, feeling a bit strange as the trio of friends talked, and looked back up at the cast list.

Has is really only been a few days since then? She wondered. So much had happened she didn't think it possible. The blonde turned back and timidly cleared her throat, trying to think of something to say.

"Um.. what do you mean by- 'Howl-i-days'" She slowly repeated hoping she pronounced it right. It felt like a dumb question to ask, but the Ghoul couldn't think of anything else. The Fae had a feeling he meant Holiday's but... what did other monsters celebrate? She had a stronger feeling the answer would surprise her. It might have just been a random thing to ask so she could feel included in the conversation instead of just hiding like she normally would. These people were not strangers anymore...

"I'm um... Still getting used to the different words..." She managed a small smile.

"Well, you've managed it just perfectly!" Draconia cheerfully informed Arillena. "The Scaremester ends next week with final hexams. And then, after that-"

"CRYPTMAS!" Glen piped in, jumping up and down. "The most moan-derful time of the year!"

"For you, maybe, Only Child." Hellene nudged Glen on the top of his head. "You don't have dozens and dozens of sisters to buy gifts for."

"Cryptmas is a time when hopes and screams can come true." Draconia informed Arillena. "It's a time for family to be together and for monsters of all kinds, great and small, to spellabrate. I know that I have a Cryptmas wish for all of my family to be able to be here..."

"Your uncle is still missing, isn't he?" Hellene asked Draconia delicately. Her uncle was the (in)famous Jabberwocky, and he had been nowhere to be found for the better part of a year.

"He's not missing, hexactly, he's...well, it's quite complicated. Interdimensional politicking is hard to understand, and even moreso when the Wonderland dimension is involved..."

*GOOONNNGGG!*

The warning bell for first class boomed out throughout the school. It informed the student bodies that they had only five minutes before the hall moan-itors would start handing out deadtention slips. Draconia clasped her claws in front of her.

"I guess we'll have to talk more about the howliday break after class. Are you ready to start re-hearsing, Ari?!"