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Ophelia Rinaldi thought herself to be a very selfless person. Hadn't she, after all, left the island she'd grown so fond of because her mother had asked it of her? And hadn't she stayed on at the school even after her sister had been disowned, because her brother had asked it of her? Why, she barely even went shopping anymore, instead focusing on her studies, because her father approved of scholars.

Which was why she was sitting here in Alec's class, waiting for it to start, instead of burrowing herself in her room with shopping magazines on the pretense of 'mourning'. Thinking that, she was reminded once again of the fact that her baby sister was dead. And though she knew some would probably call her cold, she just couldn't find the remorse that Ambrose possessed. For as long as she could remember, Isadora Danni Rinaldi had been a burden on her, and the family.

She remembered how it had been before Isadora had come into her magic. She'd taken up all of their father's time and devotion, refusing to be the sweet, obedient daughter her mother had so coveted. So Ophelia had formed herself into that, to please her mother, while Isadora had lived as she pleased, running wild beneath her father's watchful, approving eyes. Ophelia had been the obedient one, the well breeded one, but still she'd come in second in the eyes of the family, who'd all had a soft spot for little Isadora. All but her mother, of course, who'd had the clearest view in Ophelia's opinion.

When Isadora had been pronounced a black witch and been shunned from the family, Ophelia had been certain that it would finally all be about her. But no, her mother had focused most of her energies on making certain Isadora knew she was despised, complaining endlessly about 'that little heathen'. And her father...Rolling her eyes, Ophelia remembered the way her father had immersed himself in the family business and the family's honor. He'd rarely given Ophelia any attention unless it was to criticize or ask a question.

Ambrose had been the only one who'd ever seemed to have any time for her, and even he seemed to be hopelessly attached to the family disappointment, always wanting to make her feel welcome when she so obviously hadn't been. Well, no more, Lia decided, smiling slightly despite the strange pressure she felt in her heart.

Now the little pest was finally gone for good, and finally things would be the way they should've been from the beginning. Ambrose would only have her to focus on, as would her father, and her mother would no longer have to complain, and therefore focus her attentions on her older daughter. Everything would work out perfectly, she was sure, now that Isadora was dead and out of the picture.

A small helping of pasta still in her hand, Athena strolled into Alec's classroom with just enough time to sit down and be ready before the bell rang. She wasn't as boistrous as normal, and she seemed generally unemotional, but it could be seen that the pasta was a possible sign of recovery or hope. Behind her was Adolf. He'd had nothing else to do today other than find Ialo and talk about what had happened, perhaps warn the man about his goddaughter's plans to use Dust if necessary, but she had asked him explicitly to wait for her, so that she may talk to the Headmaster as well.

As such, he'd decided to simply take to following her as she went about her daily schedule, trying to perhaps steer her mind towards something more positive and more helpful than attempting to reclaim a dead friend.

Waving to her teacher as she sat down, she said, "Hope you don't mind, but my godfather Adolf's gonna sit in on your lesson today." She motioned to Adolf, who inclined his head respectfully.

This was honestly the latest Ialo had slept in late for long time, barring the times he was unconscious or sleeping several days in a row. The sun was well up into the sky, the first class of the day had started - classes did not start seven in the morning, like some public schools. Ialo was a teenager himself not long ago, and knew that most young people like sleep. Especially after a hectic night. Classes at MFHS started 9 AM, which was a reasonable morning hour. A little early for some, a little late for others... but Ialo didn't care. Because the Headmaster was currently hiding his head underneath his pillow, doing his best to ignore glaring beams of sunshine bearing down through the window, and the increasingly annoying birds outside.

To no avail, unfortunately.

"You know what would be a big help, Seven?" He couldn't see her, but he could sense that she was standing nearby, and was probably tilting her head, waiting for an order. "There's a student I need to see." Ialo was racking his brain, trying to recall which class said student has first. "I think he'll be in Leaton's class this hour... maybe?" Ialo flung the pillow away, and sat up cross-legged on his bed. "Arzol. He's a demon. Use your sensors, you can't miss him. Please find him, and bring him to my office."

Yeah, Arzol would know some interesting things about Danni... hopefully. Ialo wasn't oblivious. Just a selective focuser.

He looked at Seven, as she nodded and left. It wouldn't take her long to find him, so that gave Ialo perhaps ten minutes to get ready. Ha! He could do that. It really paid to be able to use magic.

As it was, Arzol currently had more important things to do than attend classes. He was smoking on the west side of the building, leaning against the wall and blowing out a stream of smoke as he glared at the bright, cheerful sky, then at the silent, forboding grave across the way. Both seemed to mock him, for he'd gotten absolutely nowhere, and Dunstall and Gambit had come back earlier, with absolutely nothing to report that he hadn't already known. There were no paths left behind. Ambrose, the older brother, had also dropped off the face of the earth, being traced to Hawaii before his trail had been wiped away as well. Which left them smack dab in nowhere.

A woman with teal hair ad teal eyes approached the smoking student from around the corner. "There you are," she said to him. "You're Arzol. To the Headmaster's office with you." She stood straight and tall with perfect posture, a position that exuded authority.

Seven had impeccable sensors. With nothing to go on but a photo (or in this case, a verbal description from her Master) she could deduce who was who and whom she was looking for.

Lia let her eyes tear, while inside she heaved a sigh, wondering why the hell that certain name had to keep popping up in conversations. She'd died, and died 'misunderstood'. Ok, they got it, fine, whatever. She didn't see as how Alec's stern lecture had anything to do with her, since she was positive she knew all about the girl who'd shared a roof with her for fourteen years.

She knew she'd been someone who'd gone out of their way to insult her, who'd deliberately ruined a number of her plans just to spite her. She'd been a dark sheep amongst a nearly spotless family, and had never even bothered to act ashamed that she brought such dishonor to the family name, which let Lia add selfish and uncaring to the list of Danni's characteristics. She'd blown off family obligations, tearing up the clothes her parents bought for her and hanging around in ripped jeans and dirty tee shirts, along with that dreadful cloak and work boots, which had Lia adding lack of fashion sense and courtesy to the list of what Isadora had been.

At the top of the list, from the very beginning, the word 'dissapointment' had been practically engraved there, for that is what Danni had been among the Rinaldi's a complete waste of potential, and therefore a complete waste of space.

She winced a bit in distaste when Alec ran his fingernails over the board and produced the squealing sound of nails on a chalkboard. Well, that didn't seem necessary, and she didn't see how he could possibly consider the concept on the board to be false, when it's what the Rinaldi family lived by.

"Just a moment," Ialo called out. The office echoed with his voice, though Arzol and Seven were the only ones there. And truly only a moment later, the Headmaster came in, ignoring the doors and phasing right through the wall. He sure as hell did not want any student having even a semblance of an idea of where he slept at night.

Because he was tired, and did not feel like pulling out a suit and tie, and was in a bit of a rush, Ialo was wearing simply jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Shoes were an afterthought.

"Sit, Arzol." The Headmaster took a seat at the desk, and gestured towards the chairs on the opposite side. "And tell me why you think I called you here."