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January 20th Monday - 10am

- A student government meeting has been planned with some of the heads of staff for around midday to discuss the event an fill them in on what the administration has learnt of the incident so far.
- Some clubs are assembling to support each other in an attempt to return to the normal routine.

After the fiasco that was the winter ball, steps were taken to ensure things like that never happened again. The school did what it felt necessary to find those involved. Security was bolstered and all that. Students helped out or remained on bedrest to recover from injuries they’d sustained during the attack. One in particular, however, refused to remain where she had been staying. She moved all of her belongings from the dorm she’d shared with her “fiance” and, with the help of a few of her peers, had them brought into her new residence. Her “friend” had welcomed her with open arms, but she refused to allow him to do more than give her a key. He had lost her trust, had hurt her worse than even her wicked Cousin ever had, and she could no longer stand to be around him. If she had any other choice, she’d have moved in with another in their dorm. Since she didn’t, she settled with remaining locked in her room and ignored anyone outside that wasn’t of the medical variety.

Two days passed with her routine being the same. Wake up. Eat. Shower. Let the nurse and the sweet blonde human check her wounds and administer whatever salve or potion they had chosen to use. Read. Eat. Ignore Blaise. Eat. Sleep. The loop altered a bit at the arrival of Miss Penny, the adorable girl more than welcome in Trin’s eyes. She was as innocent as they came, which meant she held no hidden agenda. Something she found refreshing and only made her enjoy the young witch’s company all the more. They spoke of nothing more than what is expected at a tea party, which helped the ebony haired witch more than the petite lolita would probably ever know. Especially when word came of others that wished to see her. Others that she wanted to keep as far from her as she could.

On the morning of the third day, she woke up to a rather pleasant surprise. The magic that the nurse and her assistant had been doing had finally closed her wound enough to allow her to move about freely. The stitches remained, of course, but she could finally shower without having to keep one leg outside the water or wrapped in plastic wrap! She snatched up a towel, tossed her outfit for the day on the bed, a pair of black baggy pajama pants and a forest green tee shirt, before hobbling from her hermit hole to shower off the dregs of the previous night.

It didn’t take her long to get clean, having the entire act down to a science by now. She’d learned that first night that, if she didn’t move fast, she’d have to deal with Blaise and his attempts to help. Now that she was fixed, she wouldn’t need anyone to do anything for her. Elated by the idea of getting back to some semblance of normal, Trinity made a mental note to thank those that helped her before slinking back into her room. She knew Blaise didn’t rise until far later in the day, so the morning was hers to do as she pleased. If she timed it right, maybe she could escape the dorm and take a walk. As much as she wanted to avoid certain people, the need for natural light called to her. Plus, she’d read every book in her possession at least four times in the last two days and she was dying to find something new. Or, at the very least, reach out to Harley and see how he was doing. The shy vampire was her only non-witchy friend, and one of the few in the school that appreciated literature as she did.

”I hope he is okay…I’m sure I would have heard something if he wasn’t. Why don’t I have his number?” She huffed out a breath as she contemplated her contacts list. There had to be someone on there that could reach Harley, right? Knowing the answer was a resounding NO, Trinity sighed and tossed the phone onto her bed. She shook out her damp locks as she began to get ready, knowing the nurse, or possibly Alice, was going to show up soon enough to check on her.


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There was no sleep for Michelet on Friday night; there was just entirely too much to do. He could do nothing about the dead outside, but he would be damned if anyone died in the dorm because help didn’t come soon enough. At the heart of vodoun was the practice of medicine and Michelet’s room was packed to the gills with potent herb blends, poultices, and salves of his own creation. The bokor passed through the dorm like a ghost, checking up on the well-being of his fellow witches and tending to the wounds that he could. In a few more serious cases he supplied other students with his personal “painkillers”; a blend of medicinal herbs guaranteed to leave them too high out of their minds to feel any pain. There were faculty members on scene soon enough, but Michelet still could not relax. He did not fall into bed until he was exhausted to the brink of collapse. If anyone was going to berate him for drugging his fellow students they would have to do so in the morning.

Saturday morning was a little surreal. Despite the previous night’s sleeplessness, Michelet woke to the smell of tea brewing. For just a moment, with his eyes still closed, the warm smell enveloped his mind and seduced him into believing all was as it had always been. Miss Penny was brewing her tea, Elizabeth was trying to avoid eye contact with Buttons, Rowan was smiling in yet another of an endless collection of cozy sweaters, Trinity was gushing over how cute Penny was, and the duke was just happy the swamp rat had yet to arrive. No one had any greater concern than who they didn’t like but would tolerate over tea. But it was naught but a sweet illusion the bokor knew as he opened his eyes and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. He was still exhausted, he did not want to move, but seeing at least Miss Penny starting her morning the same way she did every day would do his heart some good and bolster him for another round of checking up on his dorm mates. He would limit himself to the people he knew today; the faculty could handle the rest. He wanted to see Rowan, especially. He wanted to hold the plant witch until he couldn’t any more; that was definitely worth dragging himself out of bed for.

By Sunday morning Michelet was beginning to feel more like himself, though nothing else felt quite right. Elizabeth was avoiding him and would not tell him why. Trinity was avoiding the duke, even going as far as to move out of their shared dorm, and the duke was… well, he was still insufferable and a complete mess. Pitiable even, though Michelet hated to admit it. Trinity was avoiding him, too, but she was at least seeing Miss Penny and seemed to be on the mend as far as he could glean from his tea-loving friend and the nurse who checked in each day. Michelet still spoke to her through the door, not expecting a response but expressing well wishes and concern, but did not linger long as he still had no great love for Blaise. At least Penny was still her sweet self, though perhaps that should have worried him more. It was not possible that she was unaffected, but she simply brewed her tea and smiled for her friends as though it was just another morning. Rowan was still a bit shaken, but he was putting on his best face in spite of it all. Michelet offered what comfort he could, but he did not feel like it was even nearly enough. His own troubles clawed at his mind, but he ignored them. They seemed so small in comparison to everyone else’s suffering; he was fortunate enough to not even be injured in the attack and he had not lost any of the few people close to him.

Michelet rose to the smell of tea again on Monday morning and it gave him a small smile. The duke could have his wish today; the bokor was going to miss out on what had become his daily cup. There was something he needed to do and he needed to do it now before he could talk himself out of it. They were finally allowed to leave the dorm and there were no more excuses to avoid it. Michelet readied himself for the day and was quickly out of the dorm, avoiding speaking to anyone lest he change his mind.

The bokor made a beeline to a familiar room and knocked on the door to give Professor Houlihan a moment’s notice before he opened the door. But once he stepped inside he paused, taking in the state of the woman that was usually so impeccably put together, no matter the circumstances. She still looked as exhausted as he had felt on Friday night and he was not convinced that she had slept since then. A blanket on the couch at least suggested that she had tried to snatch a moment here and there, but Michelet did not doubt that most of her time was spent pouring over the documents that were currently overflowing the edges of her desk.

”I come at a bad time. You busy.” Michelet said the words, but his feet did not move. His head dropped and he glared at the traitorous appendages. What was he even doing here? He did not have a real problem; the professor did not have time for his personal issues. People had died! Did the school even know why or who was responsible? Was he really still just standing there, hoping she could carve a few moments out of her sleepless schedule for his petty concerns? Michelet closed his hands into tight fists, willing himself to turn around and walk back the way he had come, but his feet still did not move.

”Professah, I tink… I need tawk to somebuddy. An’ you de only one I tink I even could tawk to. Only one mebbe unnerstan’ an’ mebbe kin hep. But after what happen at de dance, ah feel like de biggest idyot even comin’ here wit mah liddle problem. I kin go… mebbe come bek when tings calm down. Ah’m sorry; I should no have bodder you. Jes… mebbe ‘member me when iz no so crezzy, oui?” Finally Michelet was able to shift his feet, turning toward the door. He had made the effort, hadn’t he? He had at least spoken to the professor. What else could he really do under the circumstances? Michelet hated how easily he could convince himself to just back down and let it stew for… how much longer? How long had it taken for him to admit that he had a problem in the first place? And he knew, deep down, that was the real reason that he was running away. He still did not want to admit to anyone but himself that he could not handle everything alone as he had always done. Just him and maman and no one else. But he could not talk to even maman about this.

Silias awoke to birds chirping outside his window. Apparently he now belonged in a Disney movie. Having the world seemingly collapse on you would do that to a guy. You live a relatively normal life, till something life altering happens that sets you out on a quest; and of course we have to have another life altering event, an obstacle or climax of sorts. So here he was having his Disney moment, the Monday after what he now dubs as the Dawn-of-Destruction; but only it was concentrated to Rathmore. Kinda like how all Invasion movies happen in the United States and suddenly it’s the end of the world.

So in true Disney fashion, Silias gracefully stumbled out of the bed to open his window -the birds flew away of course, he wasn’t a true Disney princess- to smell the fresh -slightly stale, burnt, decaying, whatever you want to call it- air.

It had been two days since the Dawn of Destruction. He had trudged out of the hall that night sick to his stomach. They hadn’t found Alice. In any of the wreckage. With only the worst possible scenarios running through his head, he couldn’t begin to imagine how Leo had been feeling with his friend’s budding-more-like-fullblown interest in his roommate. With those thoughts swirling in his head he passed by Alice in his living room and said hi barely registering her presence. Only when he was safe behind his room door did he realize that the girl had been there. The two spoke briefly and he was grateful that she hadn’t seen any of the events that transpired. Since then, Silias had been holed up in his dorm with very little to entertain himself.

Monday had very… very slowly rolled around and students were finally being let out of their cages. He heard the main door open and shut a couple minutes earlier signalling that Alice had already left. Silias like many others were getting frustrated, he wanted to know the whats, whos, whys, and hows. But there were no answers, at least not until the student council meeting later that day. But until noon hit he was left to his own devices. And a Silias left to his own devices meant a Silias holed up in another cage, the library.

It took all but 15 minutes to make his way into the large oak doors of the Library. Searching through the catalogues it didn’t take long for him to realize that he had absolutely no idea where to start. Like a true academic he compiled a mental list of what he observed from the creatures: 4 legged, ugly, kinda smelled like death, bad breath.. possibly related to smelling like death, portals, pechant for flesh… also possibly related to the death bit, annnd nothing…

Armed with nothing more than his memory of the creatures and no idea what they were, he set about making his way through myths about 4-legged creatures, picking books along the way that he thought were relevant.

He found a comfy little corner to call his home for the next couple of hours. It took a little bit, a long little bit before he found an image, by change, in the margins of one of the reference books.

Hellhound.

Well at least he had a name, instead of were-beast, to call them by. So with that he found himself pursuing the H sections of the library. He found shockingly… little of the beast that caused so much destruction in his school. One book, in his search he had found only one book that had the barest scraps of information.

Silias found information on their basic biology, habits, pack formation etc. He was reading a particularly interesting bit about their pack, labelled as gangs, and how they roam like a pack but not a pack. More like a group of independent contractors that work together, but break up into chaos when the going gets good, when he bumped into something, wincing as the broken bones in his hand and upper arm rattled against his bandages. Yeah… He really needed to work on his self preservation skills.

He looked down to see a small girl. Her ginger hair was a similar shade to his own unruly mop. Glasses that sat high on the bridge of her nose, and books… that he undoubtedly knocked out of her hands. ”Oh s**t, I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.”

Silias reached down and picked up the books to hand it back to the girl catching glimpses of their titles. interesting. ”Portals huh? I assume you’re researching the craziness that happened at the dance too. Find anything interesting? He said smiling.

Anya spent most of the remaining Friday night held up with Sophie, Jane, and Teddy. That's how most the weekend also went with the restrictions on leaving the dorms. She wasn't exactly complaining, having her friends around was comforting after everything they had been through. Callie popped by a few times, giving disgruntled looks towards Sophie while she grabbed a few things or went to change. It seemed as though her room mate had been staying over at her new friends. This wasn't overly surprising, most social groups apparently felt the same as they did and were keeping their friends close by.

The eagerness to research into the event was still ever present for the curious wolf though, and online resources would only go so far when it came to magic. To quell the itch she brushed up on her Rosen-bridge theory and quantum entanglement, the core basis of the modern wormhole theory. It didn't have all the answers she needed, not even close, but it did give at least a fundamental understanding from a scientific perspective.

Her driven research continued till Monday morning. As soon as the lock-down was lifted Anya was out the door with Sophie in tow. She never specifically asked Sophie to come, but the vampire gave the impression she wasn't about to let Anya walk around alone and Anya was thankful for the company. Their destination was the library. One of the reasons the scientist was so interested in attending Rathmore was due to her fascination with magic and the University's extensive library on the topic. Surely it would have the information to enlighten her.

After arriving and hurriedly throwing her bag onto an open table, she headed straight for the stacks. The beasts were of some interest biologically, but it was the dimensional portal that really peaked her scientific interest. After browsing the shelves and checking a few books that appeared to have no value, she stumbled upon a book titled 'Conjuration and Teleportation with Portals and Gateways.' This had to have something of use. Pulling it off the shelf she glanced through the introduction and contents, much of the magical jargon and glazed over fundamentals of magic made it more difficult for her to understand in comparison to the usual scientific text book, but from what she could gather this was what she was looking for. A particular chapter on 'Alternate Planes' drew her attention immediately, was that where the mysterious portal led?

Flipping back to the beginning she turned to head back to Sophie with her nose still in the book, when an abrupt bump knocked her off step with the hefty book flying out of her hands and slamming onto the floor. The perpetrator immediately cursed and began apologising. Adjusting her glasses, she glanced up to see the red-headed boy. Courteously he reached down to return the book to her only to be curiously caught by its title. “Indeed, I'm interested in how it was created and where it may have led.” Taking the book from his hand she flipped back to the front and skimmed the introduction again. “I've not found anything yet, but I'm hoping to find some answers.”

She turned back from the stacks and began heading out with her nose in the book again, but she couldn't deny she was curious on what the stranger was researching and if he had come to any solid conclusions or revelations of information. “Have you discovered anything?” The question was asked seemingly to the book with the boy merely in earshot, but it was in fact her awkward way of inviting him to further conversation. After all, if he was researching into similar elements then combining their efforts as a think-tank would be far more effective. Reaching the table she stopped and turned briefly back to the boy in momentary thought. “Are you a witch?” Blunt and straight forwards as always.

¦¦ 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Library ¦¦
¦¦ 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢: Sophie & Silias ¦¦
¦¦ 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜/𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍: 'There has to be the information in here somewhere.' ¦¦
¦¦ 𝙾𝙾𝙲: xxxx
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“I will acknowledge that you are strong. Because… you are someone that knows the same pain of loneliness that I do. And… that pain makes a person stronger.”

Whoever said that vampires healed fast lied. Well… that’s not entirely true. Vampires heal fast… as long as they aren’t bitten by a were-beast. Friday’s events were anything but the fantastical imagery her mind had hoped for. After Yanis had so kindly deposited her back into their dorm, they had the wonderful company of another beast. Being bitten and attacked within minutes of each other and having spent the weekend locked up in her dorm with pain that seems as if hell’s fire has been directly imbued into her veins were the last activities that Luna had in mind. So it was safe to say that Luna was a grumpy bat.

She didn’t know much about what happened that night. Whispers in the common room claimed a portal appearing out of nowhere in the middle of the dance hall and beasts like the one that attacked her coming out of it. Once everything was settled, med staff made their way through the dorms offering aid to those that needed it. They had asked then, what had decided to take a chow on her leg, she claimed that one of the beasts entered her dorm. Not an entire lie.

She wondered where Caleb was after everything had happened as she trudged her way through the final remnants of sludge that remained of the week before. Luna had injured him while trying to escape while the beasts roamed. She wondered if she should pay him a visit later in the day.

After a long wait in Rathmore’s overcrowded med bay, having been told to pay a visit to change her bandages, she made her way back to Judith hall. As her steps increased so did her limp. She considered getting a cane for the time being to make these treks a little easier.

“Hey need a hand” A voice called out behind her. Luna stiffened, not used to being addressed. She turned back to see a blue haired vamp reach around her to open the door. “Um right, yes, thank you; and you’re… Izzy? Luna smiled tentatively.

Luna hobbled in through the door just about ready to bolt it back to the safety of her room. Instead, she clenched and unclenched her hands, plastered a smile on her face and turned. “Um,” she cleared her throat, “D-do you have any plans now. I’m heading to the common room.” Luna pointed down the hall. That sounded normal enough right?... Right?

It was the worst weekend ever. So many people were scared and hurt and stuff and that wasn’t even counting the people that died. It made Teddy scared, too. He was a little scared every time he went to sleep or left one of his friends alone or anything. And nothing was okay again until he could see them all again. He worried about his brothers too, but they made sure to come and see him since they were worried, too. Teddy felt a little bad; Tristan got hurt while he and Silver were still out looking for Teddy. Silver was mad cause Tristan got hurt protecting him, but Teddy was just sad that either of them got hurt. Sure he got hurt a little bit too, but only a little bit and he had Anya to take care of him and Anya was the best smartest girl in the whole school. He made sure to tell Tristan and Silver all of that so they didn’t have to worry about him. He was okay because his friends were okay!

The worst weekend ever wasn’t all bad, really. His brothers made it back and that was important. And he got to spend so much time with his friends, even Jane and Sophie who usually stayed in other dorms. He didn’t see Callie a lot, but he did get to see her and that was always a good thing. Teddy didn’t do a lot all of Saturday, though. He was still kinda ouchy and Anya would give him her best serious don’t do that face if he tried to run around or scratch his injuries or anything. It was even better than his mom’s don’t do that face! Anya was really good at that! It was kind of boring doing nothing, but he didn’t like the don’t do that face. It meant he did something that made somebody he cared about all worried and that was bad.

But! But! Teddy was feeling so much better after doing all of that nothing! So listening to Anya was a good idea, but he knew that because Anya is super smart. Sunday was still kind of boring, but he could do stuff and it didn’t hurt! He ran up and down the stairs and through the halls and stuff so much that day! But he would get worried and keep coming back to check on his friends. They were all stuck inside, but Teddy still wanted to see them for himself and know they were okay.

Monday was good and bad. They could finally get out! Super good! But he couldn’t just nose around the dorm to know that they were all okay. That was a little bad. Anya had gone to the library and Teddy almost followed her, but Sophie was already going to do that. Sophie was super strong and she like-liked Anya and they were girlfriends and stuff, so it was okay if he didn’t follow Anya as long as Sophie was there. Sophie wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Anya. And that one time Sophie hurt Anya wasn’t her fault and Teddy was sure she was super sorry about it and wouldn’t let it happen again ever, ever. So Anya was okay. But Jane needed to be okay, too!

Making sure Jane was okay was super easy today because Jane needed help moving stuff anyway and Teddy could move stuff! He maybe tripped over his feet like one time, but he still moved stuff and nothing got broken! And! And Jane was safe and nothing bad happened yet at all and that was good. And! THERE WAS A BOUNCE HOUSE! FOR BOUNCING IN! And Jane wanted him to test the bounce?! ”Yay! Bouncy Bounce!” Teddy was quick to kick off his sneakers… and immediately tripped over them in his eagerness to get to the bounce house. He landed on his belly with an ”Oof!” but scrambled back to his feet in no time, cheering with excitement as he charged into the bounce house to bounce with all of his hyper pooch might.