Thursday 12/19/2250 – By Rebecca Green
Gwen knocked two times, her heart in her throat as she did so. In her hands she held a small felt bag, light blue with a flowered pattern on the front. She didn’t know what she was going to say when the door opened, but she also tried not to think too much on it, or she might not do it at all.
To say she felt bad was an understatement; Gwen knew that lashing out against her sister had been uncalled for and unfair. She couldn’t even explain herself, not really. There was no rational explanation other than that she had been upset and the only way she could express that was through anger, and Aelita had been the only one around she could be angry with. And her sister had paid the price for it.
She was tired of being angry. It had been lonely, she’d never had very many friends in the first place and the couple she had gained over the past few years at the academy hadn’t bothered to keep contact as she became bitter. Art hadn’t made her feel any better, it was too close to Dad, but Blackhall hadn’t let her burn those stupid pictures like she’d wanted to. Though, while she would never admit it, she was kind of relieved that she still had the book stuffed in the depths under her bed, despite its missing pages.
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Wed. 12/18/2250 – By Rebecca Green
Lunette teetered along, hardly able to see over the package she held gingerly in both arms. A two foot tall box, wrapped in a blanket. It held one of her more… sensitive experiments, and with winter break beginning the next day, she couldn’t risk leaving it in the potions lab. Instead, she’d bring it home with her and keep an eye on it there. Vann had given her a permission slip in case she were to be questioned, which she had been by a prefect just outside the Primary Building. They’d left her alone after she presented the slip, but she’d still gotten quite the look.
She dashed away soon enough, across the grounds. Quickly, as she couldn’t risk the experiment getting too cold- the reason for a blanket wrapped around its entirety. Her father would be there to pick her up in two hours and most of her stuff was packed – though Lunette had needed to forgo several of her heavier sweaters in favor of making room for this package.
Of course she would run into someone.
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Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Kayla Salmon
It had been almost three weeks since Thanksgiving break when all hell had broken loose in the basements and his class area had been almost torn to shreds, but everything was finally looking normal again. He’d managed to get new desks to replace the ones that had been broken beyond repair and he’d gotten out all of the hellfire scorch marks that a certain hellhound had left.
It was fourth period, one of his free periods on Mondays, and he was cleaning beakers and some of the pots and cauldrons that they used to brew the potions. It was like an odd collection of old and new technology in the room, but it couldn’t be argued that some potions didn’t brew properly unless they were brewed in a cauldron. He always had to set aside some time in this period to check on the equipment, as the class prior was for the first year students and they weren’t exactly the most responsible lot. The next class would be much more relaxing as it was his Research class, made up of students who wished to be in the class, rather than it being a requirement.
A knock sounded on the door and Marius looked up from the beaker, setting the glass down on the counter and moving to unlock the door. He didn’t have office hours and he usually kept the door locked so he could get some peace and quiet while he cleaned. However, it wasn’t a student on the other side of the door, but the school’s nurse.
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