Tuesday, 12/3/2250 – By Rebecca Green.
Aelita swallowed hard. Holding the envelope in a near crushing grip, the manilla stock paper bent underneath her fingers. Sitting on her bed, she stared at it. Debating with herself, she knew this was a stupid idea. She should stuff the envelope under her pillow until night came, and then burn it in the fireplace. Why would she subject herself to the humiliation? She might lose her best friend. But she couldn’t keep lying to herself, and to Dora. Not after she’d discovered this only a few days ago. When she had finally gotten her phone back and seen the danger Dora had been put in, her heart had beat so wildly. She couldn’t keep lying when she’d been so relieved to see the selkie again.
She’d known she was gay since fourth year, having briefly dated a boy and decided it was wrong and not what she wanted. That summer, she had her first girlfriend at orchestra camp. It had been jarring at first, as her grandmother was a devote Christian and disapproved whole heartedly, but Aelita’s mother and father had always stood between them as a buffer to let Aelita live as she wanted to. Grandma wasn’t as adamant about it anymore, at least.
Still, she’d never gone this far. Dora approved, but… This was different. She should stop now.
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Thurs. 11/28/2250 – By Rebecca Green.
The moon wasn’t exactly reliable. Magic itself had a margin of error- that was its beauty, it could change on the fly and adapt in a manner that other forces, such as gravity or time or what have you, could not. It was also terribly confusing. There was a technical time every night that the moon would rise and, generally, that was the time that a cursed one would transform, should it be at its fullest point in its cycle.
However, it wasn’t to be relied on.
As such, Rhea’s life had been dictated by three beeps on her phone every month for as long as she could remember. The first would go off half an hour before the full moon was scheduled to rise and she was supposed to go down to the dungeons to lock herself up for the night at that time. It had been ten minutes since the beep, Rhea having turned it off and gone back to what she was doing- organizing student papers into the files in her desk. Which was exactly what the next beep, at fifteen minutes, was for. To remind her.
Technically, she should be in the dungeons by that point.
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Fri. 11/22/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.
It was definitely upsetting that his brother didn’t want him to come to the hospital, but he did understand a bit. He grunted as he punched the bag in the gym again. Ever since the curse and their mother dying, his older brother had always been protective of him. It had gotten even worse when their father had been diagnosed with cancer, the kind that had progressed too far for any surgery or medicine to help, magical or otherwise. But they were supposed to have time, a year or two even.
The stand of the punching bag finally gave way and tumbled over, despite its reinforced frame. He stood there, huffing as he stared at the fallen bag, the bruises showing on his hands. He’d managed to resist running all the way to the hospital in town, mostly because he knew some part of what the Headmaster had said was right. He didn’t know if he could handle seeing his dad…dead. Not his father any more, just some corpse that would be burned to ash soon. He’d never see his dad again, never hear his laughter or praise, like when Reid had been made a prefect.
“What the fuck, Reid?” came a voice and he turned to look at the entrance to the gym. His fellow Eagles prefect, Aelita Rede, was standing in the entrance. “You’re about to fall over and the bag is dead, good job, you killed it. Cut it out.”
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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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