But Can You Name The Face?

Friday, 12/20/2250 – By Rebecca Green

The whole school had prepared for this moment. Or rather, as always, a poor handful of prefects who had the responsibility of planning the whole charade dumped upon them. It had, however, turned out wonderful anyways. Each prefect had given their own expertise toward making the night a success and the entirety of the atrium had been transformed.

Couches and tables had been removed, with one single long table draped with a ruby red cloth against the back wall for refreshments. The wooden floor was sprinkled with millions upon millions of tiny pieces of glitter that the school would be finding more of for months to come. Magic, of course, vibrated in every corner. On the floor, where some of the glitter came to life and floated about in a short curtain of magnificence. Against the walls dozens of silk covered lanterns slowly moved about, giving a certain mystical ambiance to the room. The students had spent hours playing with their colors, the textures each light gave off, until it was perfect.

From the ceiling hung chandeliers, powered by magical energy, baskets of flowers and, while mistletoe had been duly forbidden, the kissing flower had still snuck its way in. Banners hung as well, welcoming students to the masquerade, along with one mandatory banner that dictated there be no inappropriate conduct, and that curfew was one in the morning.

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Reconciliation

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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Text: Morgelo to Xeremey

Wednesday, 12/18/2250

Morgelo Flurez 11:04 PM: Yo, sis, what’re you up to?
Xeremey Flurez 11:06 PM: Well I was thinking about sleeping, considering it’s 11. U?
Morgelo Flurez 11:07 PM: Nahh, you can’t sleep yet. Why don’t you come by and we can hang?
Xeremey Flurez 11:09 PM: Melo, u know we have a curfew. Besides, I’m tired from all my exams.
Morgelo Flurez 11:11 PM: Spoilsport. All right then, stay in your room and I’ll just be lonely.
Morgelo Flurez 11:12 PM: How’s the masquerade planning coming, do you know?
Xeremey Flurez 11:12 PM: Sorry.
Xeremey Flurez 11:17 PM: I don’t know, the prefects are handling it.
Morgelo Flurez 11:19 PM: Does my little sis have a date yet?
Xeremey Flurez 11:21 PM: Miska asked me.
Morgelo Flurez 11:22 PM: That hellhound you dated? Wasn’t he in the middle of the shit at Thanksgiving?
Morgelo Flurez 11:22  PM: I don’t like him. What’d you say?
Xeremey Flurez 11:25 PM: He’s really nice. But I told him no, it’d be too awkward.
Morgelo Flurez 11:26 PM: He’s a dick. I’m glad you turned him down.
Morgelo Flurez 11:26 PM: You should go with me 🙂
Xeremey Flurez 11:30 PM: I didn’t think you’d want to go to an Academy dance
Morgelo Flurez 11:31 PM: Of course I want to. Can’t let you go alone. What do you say?
Xeremey Flurez 11:35 PM: I’m not sure I even want to go. Dances are tacky.
Morgelo Flurez 11:37 PM: Gonna leave me hanging again? You’re not being very nice to me, Mey
Xeremey Flurez 11:40 PM: I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. I should go to bed.
Morgelo Flurez 11:42 PM: Hang on, I’m not done- I had another question to ask.
Morgelo Flurez 11:47 PM: Mey? C’mon, answer back, I want to talk to you still.
Morgelo Flurez 11:57 PM: Why are you ignoring me? Did I upset you? I didn’t mean to, I swear.
Morgelo Flurez 12:05 AM: Mey
Morgelo Flurez 12:06 AM: Mey
Morgelo Flurez 12:07 AM: Meyyyyyyyyyyyy
Xeremey Flurez 12:08 AM: What’s your question
Morgelo Flurez 12:10 AM: Oh, hey! So, what do you want for Christmas?
Xeremey Flurez 12:12 AM: Currently a nice long nap and passing grades
Morgelo Flurez 12:13 AM: I can’t help you with the grades, and you can sleep when you’ve answered! Name something else that you’ve been wanting for a long time- that I can get you.
Xeremey Flurez 12:17 AM: idk, a necklace or some candgles.
Morgelo Flurez 12:19 AM: A rabbit-shaped candle. So you can burn it.
Xeremey Flurez 12:21 AM: sounds good
Morgelo Flurez 12:22 AM: Okay, I’ll let you go now. Night, Mey. I love you.

 

Crash Course

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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Fish Out Of Water

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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Mission Impossible: Part 2

Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Nicole Adams

Aelita was pumped. Her meeting with Vander had gone swimmingly and she could begin part two of her plan. Sitting on a bench in front of her electric piano, which she’d set up in the Auditorium, she waited for the librarian to show up. Which he’d better or she had no qualms about going to hunt him down. Everything was coming together nicely and she could only hope it would continue to do so in time for the rapidly approaching Masquerade.

The maiden had just begun to tap the bluetooth speaker against her hand, impatience rising rapidly, when the door opened and the very person she’d been waiting for entered, his amber gaze flicking to Aelita with a quiet, resigned sigh. He made his way to the stage, climbed the steps, and paused. He had just opened his mouth to speak when Aelita beat him to it, bouncing to her feet with a grin. “Nice of you to show up, Calver! Thought I was gonna have to come find you for a minute.”

“No, I’m here. What did you want to do?” He eyed the little speaker.

“Have you been practicing the song? Do you know it?” Aelita asked, blue eyes resting on the man’s face and she broke into a grin as he nodded.

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Mission Impossible (Part 1)

Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Aelita snuck her way through the halls. Which wasn’t entirely necessary, but it was half the fun of doing this. She didn’t need to, but she had distinct plans. Last week had been… difficult. She still couldn’t believe that she’d collapsed as she had. It was mortifying and she couldn’t bring herself to play all weekend. Her violin was destroyed, she’d have to get a new one. She had skipped Orchestra ever since, unwilling to play a school instrument. Thankfully, Professor Marquart seemed to understand and hadn’t told her off for it.

Yet, she was rather peppy. She was friends with Dora again-  the concert had given her quite the shake, and maybe that had been what she needed. Exams were this week, but she was confident in her abilities. Her violin was gone, but her best friend was back in her life and it sounded like Gwen might be coming around, and she was perfectly content with that.

Today, she had a mission. She’d been planning this for ages. Or, rather, three weeks. The librarian had been hesitant, but she was nothing if not persistent and the event had been planned out for the masquerade that Friday. School ended Thursday, allowing students to head home for Christmas break, or otherwise stick around long enough for the dance, if not the whole break.

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