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It was honestly a good thing Freya had failed to mention her misguided ideals of how tough or fragile Belladonna was for the witch would have most merrily volunteered on the spot to whip the Valkyrie for her judgements. But as it was not stated, the witch only continued to get a bit more huffy as Freya continued to ignore her. The fact that silence was given in place of ruining a friendship was not understood, misinterpreting it as a means to rile up the witch more.
When Kettil spoke up, that was all the worse for he was trying to slip out of being scolded. He did know Hel well enough to know what he was doing and to say that he didn't was cowardly. And then to be on the receiving end of a curse only had the witch clenching her fists and drawing in a breath to prepare for a fight.

About to launch into another bit of scolding, Belladonna lost her fight when Mort touched her shoulder, a surprised sigh leaving her. A small pout was given to him, she wasn't some sort of guard dog that needed to be reminded of its place, but she did nod at him. A fight would be silly now.
She did give Freya a hard look before she mumbled a low: "Things might be different if a sister were kinder." Before she moved back to her seat.

All he wanted.

All he needed was to be left alone just for a few seconds so he could cool off and become rational again. For the time being he was pretty much not looking at Belladonna anymore because he seriously didn't want to start another fight, even as she spoke up causing him almost to talk but instead he just wound his arms more securely around Freya just in case.

Despite how happy she was with his revelation there was always room for a fight when Freya felt passionate enough about something.

He gave her a quiet kiss to the cheek and murmured a soft, "Let's focus on the matter at hand, okay?"

Kettil didn't expect Freya to be a perfect RA. She had her quirks. If anything, as far as he could recall, this was her first position of responsibility within the school. She needed to learn how to grow with that and he hoped others would see it that way as well.

Endzela clicked her beak a bit and gently 'pet' Piper with a single wing, "Want a hug?" She opened both wings to the ghoul and even got ready to tuck her talons close to her body so she wouldn't hurt Piper if she were to be lifted up. Luckily for the rodent the Owl had completely forgotten about it in favor of comforting a family member.

Emily spent awhile thinking hard on the motto, face scrunched in conversation. There was a thing her mom had always said, especially after punishing her brothers for various misdeeds. It had always sounded both a little wise and a whole lot more dire, "Um, for motto?" She raised a hand waving it a little, "For the motto what about..." her voice dropped and expression became an ominous expression of her mother's, "We Reap What We Sow."

Looking at Enzo's drawing, the witch clapped, impressed with his quick work and skill. "Oh that looks very good! Are you an artist?"

Ruth had quietly kept to herself during the whole kerfuffle, content to watch any ensuing chaos and argument with a wide, ear-to-ear grin. Any attempts from other students to break up fights and calm things down got silent boos (because all Ruth did was mouth the syllable) from the Paranoia Agent. She wasn't really all too interested in bonding and becoming friendly and the like, but this meeting was mandatory and in spite of her general lack of sociability, Ruth did follow orders.

The motto thing was a moot point for her because she had one of her own and she wasn't going to share that. So after she gave her input for the colors, and fixed her attention on the ideas for a mascot. Pursing her lips in thought, the blonde eventually found a blank sheet to doodle her idea on. Ruth was no artist, but it looked like a group of vaguely four-legged creatures contorting themselves into the shape of a... was that supposed to be a curved staff or a short-bladed scythe?

Now the question was, who was she supposed to hand this over to?

((ooc: I uh don't know who to ooc-lly quote. Anyone up for a one-sided convo with Ruth?))

Endzela carefully made her way onto Piper's arm. The Familiar hoped she wouldn't be too heavy for the poor ghoul. Try as she might she'll probably leave Piper with a couple of scratches - a reminder that she had held a bird of prey.

Carefully she moved a bit closer toward Piper's head and began to gently fuss at her hair and just generally being a motherly owl as if the ghoul had suddenly become an over-sized owlet.

"Birds are much more acceptable," Endzela agreed. The owl might have been a bit biased. "But we are open to the traditional reaper mascot."

Seeing as her Reaper hadn't objected despite his arguing earlier at others as well as his general disinterest in general proceedings. "Perhaps we should select a group of 'popular' mascot and mottos that have been discussed and put them to an anonymous vote? Like what was done with the colors?" Endzela was at least being helpful.

"Whaaat, someone's afraid of a big bad p***y?" Enzo grinned, turning away from Emily to lean in and direct the full impact of said grin on Joachim. Truthfully, Enzo wasn't so big on cats either, but he at least was man enouhg to not make a huge deal about it. The look on Joa's face, though, was priceless, "A big fluffy wuffy cuddly p***y?"

Shun was not impressed with the drama that had ensued there. Really. Really?

Somehow, a mandatory meeting sounded far more frighting than anything else he had attended, including field trips. It just didn't seem like a good idea to put all of them in the same area, especially not once he arrived and found out just what it was about.

Seriously. Colors, a motto, a mascot. He shook his head, but sat down anyways. It was mandatory. He wasn't all that surprised when the more animal mascots seemed to be voted down, but a grim reaper was alright, he supposed. He didn't have a better idea. Or did he?

"What about a minipet for our mascot?" Surely one of those might fit. "A scareon, or one of the others? And they could have the Reaper symbol on them." That'd be better than a familiar, since not everyone's familiar was the same species. He didn't think he had even seen another ferret running around, though with all the newcomers, there could be.

"I kind of like 'We Are Not As We Seem' as a motto." The boy said, his familiar nodding. It seemed fitting.