Text: Dora to Aelita

Tues. 12/03/2250

Dora Santos 4:48 PM: Lita?
Dora Santos 4:51 PM: Lita please come back
Dora Santos 4:53 PM: I hate to see you upset
Dora Santos 4:58 PM: Aelita, don’t do this
Dora Santos 5:01 PM: We’re still best friends
Dora Santos 5:04 PM: Please answer me
Dora Santos 5:06 PM: I’m really worried about you
Dora Santos 5:09 PM: I’m sorry I don’t like you like that, I wish I did
Dora Santos 5:14 PM: You know the stuff I’ve been through
Dora Santos 5:16 PM: And, none of that kind of stuff sits well with me
Dora Santos 5:18 PM: I don’t know if I ever want to date anyone
Dora Santos 5:24 PM: It’s not you
Dora Santos 5:32 PM: Lita please come to dinner with me
Dora Santos 5:56 PM: Don’t make me go by myself
Dora Santos 6:29 PM: I can’t find you anywhere, I’m going to ask Blackhall for help
Dora Santos 8:32 PM: I’m going to run to the showers, do you ave your keys if you need to get back in?
Dora Santos 9:48 PM: I’m starting to drift off
Dora Santos 12:11 AM: Woke up, you’re still not here
Dora Santos 12:12 AM: The room feels empty
Dora Santos 12:13 AM: Come on, Lita, I know you’re still awake
Dora Santos 12:15 AM: I miss you
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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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Text: mySpell Part 2

Thur. 11/28/2250

Nikaia Smith 7:47 PM: [Image of desks against door on stairs] Ima fucking die down here fuCKING SHIT. LOOK AT THIS FUCKING BARRICADE HERE.
Allison Ash Replies At 7:48 PM: Guys it’s going to fall dwn on us when they get thrugh
Cleo Sommerfield Replies at 7:50 PM: Fucking shit balls, the one weekend we go home too
Koda Mordvinov Replies at 9:57 PM: I told you it was a fucking bad idea @Miska Erdos
Ramadin Hallebjorn 7:51 PM: [Image of Barkeep pinning Ian] And here we see an idiot in his natural habitat, trying to run home in the middle of a fuckin blizzard to fight werewolves.
Liv Hallebjorn Replies at 7:54 PM: What do you mean, fight werewolves?
Liv Hallebjorn Replies at 7:58 PM: WAIT THERE’S WEREWOLVES ON THE LOOSE??????
Ramadin Hallebjorn Replies at 8:01 PM: Apparently, William is all alone against them. Ninja boy get ‘em.
Will Murdoch 7:52 PM: Guys I’m trapped in the A/C vent system in the uni dorms with a werewolf, send reinforcements
Ramadin Hallebjorn Replies at 7:55 PM: Tough luck buddy. Just keep pressing x.
Will Murdoch Replies at 7:57 PM: [Image of inside of a vent shaft] I’m serious, he’s trying to get in, fuck your video game references
Nikaia Smith 7:55 PM: [Video of doors being rammed into] LUV U MOM.
Guinevere Rede 7:59 PM: [Image of Greenhouse barricade] We booked it to the greenhouse. Fuck werewolves man. Who the fuck are the wereolves anyway? Vander’s gotta be one of them.
Xeremy Flurez Replies at 8:03 PM: i bet it’s vann.
Svene Beaumont Replies at 8:07 PM: no way, it’s definitely Murdoch himself.
Monica Ikuto Replies at 8:09: I bet it’s Blackhall
Lunette Vander Replies at 8:13: He’s a demon, not a werewolf, and he’s *there*
Aino Snow Replies At 8:15: HE COULD BE A DEMON NAD A WEREWOLF
Lunette Vander Replies at 8:17: He. Is there.
Aino Snow Replies at 8:18: THERES TWO OF HIM>
Dora Santos 8:10 PM: BLACKHALL JUST POOFED IN IM UNDER A DESK THE CALVARY HAS ARRIVED
Nikaia Smith 8:11 PM: HAHA FUCK THIS IS GREAT. IMA UPLOAD THIS LATER FUCK YEAH WEREWOLFE FIGHT
Nikaia Smith Replies at 8:12 PM: HE FUCKING LEFT US.
Nikaia Smith Replies at 8:12 PM: False alarm hes back with Muya, bATTLE IS ON BITCH
Malena Rivera Replies at 8:13 PM: Nikaia I swear to god I am going to tell your mother you’ve got a death wish will you please get out of the middle of the room
Nikaia Smith Replies at 8:14 PM: BUT THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS AW FUCK THESE THINGS ARE BIG IM SO HAPPY. ALL THE OTHERS ARE HIDING WHAT PUSSYS
Eugene Cupid Replies at 8:17 PM: Wow glad I’m not on campus.
Will Murdoch 8:21 PM: Ha, done, took care of it. Manning the Uni dorm fort since there is literally no one else here.
Tamarin Hallebjorn Replies at 8:23 PM: holy crap, did you kill him?
Will Murdoch Replies at 8:25 PM: No, locked in a bathroom with a barricade
Ramadin Hallbjorn Replies at 8:26 PM: Aw yeah level up buddy
Aelita Rede 8:30 PM: WHAT THE FUCK GUYS THIS KID TOOK MY PHONE HLY FUCK. WHY WERE YOU TAKING VIDE AND PICTURES YU CULD HAVE DIED.
Miska Erdos Replies at 8:35 PM: But we didn’t

 

Baby It’s Cold Outside

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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Text: Dora on mySpell Part 1

Thur. 11/28/2250

Dora Santos 4:34 PM: Had a great Thanksgiving dinner with the Strongwind Family! Yum!
Leah Santos Replies at 4:50 PM: Happy Thanksgiving! Glad you enjoyed yourself, take the weekend to relax xoxo
Nikaia Smith Replies at 10:16 PM: You fucking jinxed it.
Dora Santos 4:52 PM: Hey, we’re getting some heavy snow, so I’m going to hole up in the library and study for finals, anyone who wants to join is welcome!
Sparky Keese Replies at 4:58 PM: Aye, I’ll come and brings some blankets and hot chocolate, I’m sure the dining hall still has some. Do you need anything before I leave the dorm?
Dora Santos Replies at 5:00 PM: Um, I don’t think so, I have my index cards and textbooks and binder and stuff. Can you bring a phone charger?? I have an android
Sparky Keese Replies at 5:01 PM: Yeah, same, be there in a sec
Cleo Sommerfield Replies at 5:05 PM: Androids are for lil bitches ;D
Dora Santos Replies at 5:09 PM: Guess I’m a little bitch then XD
Dora Santos 5:32 PM: Tagged with Sparky Keese and Aelita Rede. Sparky and Aelita came back, Sparky brought some hot cocoa and blankets 😀
Miska Erdos Replies at 5:35 PM: Is there more in the dining hall???
Sparky Keese Replies at 5:38 PM: Yeah
Dora Santos 7:05 PM: Tagged with Aelita Rede. [Image of heavy snow fall] Aelita realized we shouldn’t leave the Eagle house unattended and is wading her way back through the snow. Gonna wait for it to calm down before leaving.
Miska Erdos Replies at 7:08 PM: She gonna die man, we’ll need a new prefect
Dora Santos Replies at 7:09 PM: Pfft, no
Ian Santos Replies at 7:09 PM: Ha, Aelita is like, unkillable I swear
Miska Erdos Replies at 7:11 PM: Whatever happens don’t let Blackhall make Rayden the new prefect, she’ll kill us all
Aelita Rede Replies at 7:17 PM: I’m still alive, BTW. Time to fix whatever damage they managed while we were alone. Poor Teagan was alone here.
Dora Santos Replies at 7:20 PM: Aw, where was Camilla and Reid?
Aelita Rede Replies at 7:24 PM: Idk, Camilla went to the University Building, dunno about Reid.
Dora Santos 7:12 PM: Ugh, it’s still coming down. We might have to take these pillows and make a fort or something idk.
Ian Santos Replies at 7:18 PM: Stay safe, Ramadin, Tamarin and I are trapped at the pub in town.
Dora Santos 7:21 PM: Tagged with Sparky Keese, Allison Ash, Miska Erdos, Koda Mordivnov, Nikaia Smith. Mission success, fort of chairs, tables, pillows and blankets in the Atrium.
Ian Santos Replies at 7:22 PM: Ha, nice, post a picture of it
Nikaia Smith 7:25 PM: [Image of fort in the atrium]
Dora Santos 7:30 PM: We can hear howling, sounds like it’s coming from in the building, but idk, I think the rooms they lock the wereanimals up in is in the basement?
Nikaia Smith Replies at 7:32 PM: Spoopy.
Allison Ash Replies at 7:35 PM: We should probably move. They’re getting closer, and my phone says it’s the full moon.
Dora Santos 7:45 PM: OMG GUYS 911 SEND HELP WERE BARRICADED IN THE BASEMENTS THE WEREWOVLES DIDNT GET LOCKED UP SOMEONE HELP
Ian Santos Replies at 7:46 PM: Wgeres teh staf??? Dont die I awear to god Im heding over now
Dora Santos Replies at 7:47 PM: IDK PHONE BARS R DOWN AND WIFI IS CRAPPY DOWN HERE, NO ONES ANSWERING ALL WE HAVE IS A HELLHOUND

 

We’ve Had a Bad Day

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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Duties of a Prefect

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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