Fri. 11/15/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.
Dora was an exemplary prefect. She got good grades and she was kind and helpful to the younger students, while also being strict and firm with those who broke the rules. She was a motherly type and while plenty of the students looked up to Aelita, the seventh year was very busy planning for graduation and sending out applications to universities, and sometimes the other students would turn to her in Aelita’s stead. She pulled her coat tighter around her as she walked carefully up the path to the Eagle’s House. The sidewalks had been salted, but that didn’t mean they weren’t slippery or sometimes still slightly iced over.
It was something of a topic at the academy, and in town, the sharp change in the weather. It had become unseasonably cold very quickly, and Halloween had been a hurried affair in the twilight hours due to the dropping temperatures. In just the first week of November, snow was already coming down on them on a regular basis and the lake was quickly freezing up. It was definitely odd since in all her previous years these sorts of temperatures didn’t normally arrive until the end of November.
Dragging the door open, she was greeted by the familiar sounds and smells of the Eagle House. Even though Reid tried to keep a strict enforcement of holiday decorations, some Christmas lights were already strung through the hand rails of the stairs and on the curtains throughout the common room. It was probably one of the Sommerfield girls, just to annoy the older prefect. Dora hung her scarf on the large crowded rack by the door and kicked off her boots, putting them on a shelf that they kept by the door so snow and the rock salt wouldn’t be dragged through the house.
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Tues. 11/19/2250 – By Rebecca Green.
It was absurd. Why would a demon wear a cross? Word had spread across the campus and, of course, Aelita had heard the rumor that under the collar of his shirt, Blackhall – Blackhell, as she preferred to call him – bore a rosary necklace. She snorted at the thought; what could a demon even do with a cross? Didn’t it burn their skin? That and holy water. She wanted to try and buy a vial, just to try it out, if he was supposedly immune to crosses.
Aelita had confirmed the suspicion after taking a few dozen pictures of the man from the back of the room where she sat in his history class, determined to capture a glimpse of the item beneath his shirt. She’d eventually proven successful. It wasn’t a terribly impressive thing, tiny, but it was definitely a cross and before she could consider the rationality that this might not be a good idea, Aelita had already put her plan into action.
Gwen, Aelita’s younger sister, was put in charge of guard duty.
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