Ashes to Ashes

Sun. 12/15/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

 

The instrument felt like a feather. And she held it as such, gentle in her handling of the violin. Or rather, the pieces. The fingerboard had snapped, the scroll rested in her lap as she held the body, cracked from the fall. Gwen felt it over, feeling for each break and crack. Each one would do the same to her sister when she found out it had shattered.

Last night had been hectic. The concert had gone over well enough, that is until Aelita fell off the stage during her solo. She’d been dehydrated, exhausted and dazed according to the nurse. Overworked herself a bit too much between orchestra, their finals, and… well, Gwen herself. Gwen felt kind of horrible when she thought back on how she had treated her elder sister. Even still, she had trouble processing their father’s death- she found it difficult to breathe some nights when she cried, unsure of how she was going to handle Christmas break, when they usually would spend a couple days with their family. How was she going to handle going home for the summer, without her father there?

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Set Them Ablaze

Tues. 12/10/2250 – By Rebecca Green

The day wasn’t going well. Neither was the week, or the month. Everything was kind of just shitty and falling apart, and failing her fifth German test was not helping at all, especially when the professor decided it would be a good idea to try and bring up her Dad and everything that was going on. Why couldn’t anyone see she just wanted to be left alone? She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to answer questions, she wanted everyone to mind their own damn business and stay the hell out of hers.

Especially when she was actually bothering to show up to her classes. Gwen knew her sister had been skipping almost every class since the whole blizzard incident and it made her a bit smug. Aelita had always been their mother’s favorite and that she wasn’t keeping her shit together made Gwen just the tiniest bit pleased. A couple months prior she would have cared or been worried about her older sister, but since their father had died, she just felt numb.

Once her and Aelita had been close, but at least Aelita had the admiration of their mother. Gwen never had that. She always looked downon Gwen, thought she should do better in school, get better at the viola, or any musical instrument, or that her art should be more “masterful”, whatever that meant. Her dad, however, had praised her and commented on her art and promised her that she didn’t need to be musically inclined. He helped her try and work out study habits instead of just staring down his nose at her.

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Chemical Warfare

Tuesday, 12/17/2250 – By Rebecca Green

It was an art. Each ingredient was time sensitive, had to be brewed just right. Sweat dripped from his brow from the heat of the concoction and the concentration necessary to complete the spells, magic not coming easily for the mage. Koda had been up for the past hour and the clock read a clean 3:30 AM. Technically he wasn’t supposed to be in the potions lab so late, but he had reason to be there and had swiped a key off a janitor.

What was he making? An addictive substance, brought to Earth from Atlas, not unlike cocaine or meth. Except it was magical, which brought a whole new level of high. Made of beetle juice and newts eyes, along with the extract of an illegal worm that he had growing under his bed back in his dorm. He told his roommate it was just a pet of sorts and he was unaware of its true breed. The substance, known as Synthesis based on the fact that it fostered creativity and certain insanity based actions that could be explosive and erratic. But it made the user feel fantastic, feel new again, and those with depression, those that were in a rut, would take it to feel good. Even when they were neurotypical, with repeated use, addiction was inevitable, thanks to the maple leaves he added, reacting with the worm extract.

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Falling For Someone

Thursday, 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

No one really talked to Noklie anymore, not after Rue and Sansa had taken the courtesy of telling absolutely everyone about his little outburst in the middle of the werewolf chaos. Half the first years gossiped about him, and the other half treated him like a ticking time bomb. Eolande was the only one who’d sit next to him in science class and he pretended this didn’t bother him. After all, the green haired girl was nice- though she had been forlorn after being told she couldn’t bring snakes to class anymore. She seemed skittish about the ordeal, sometimes reaching up to her hair and frowning.

She was weird, Noklie admitted, but he was pretty weird himself and he was just glad to have one person who wasn’t afraid of him, or cruel to him. Rue and Sansa had taken it upon themselves to continue the rumors that they were dating, headed by Monica. Eolande didn’t seem to understand what this meant, and Noklie didn’t do much to defend the rumors, unwilling to cause more trouble. Eolande was nice, but he wasn’t about to date her.

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Music Calms The Beast

Wednesday, 12/4/2250 – By Kayla Salmon

The thing about the Eagle House was that there was always something going on. And sometimes that was a good thing, but when you had a headache, it wasn’t always great. Noklie sat in the porch swing, his legs curled up to his chest and he tapped his fingers on his knees.

The headache was from the voices. Two voices, given what he was. In his normal form he had three heads and each of those heads had their own thoughts and desires, even personalities. When they were in human form the three of them were all smushed together and he, the middle and main head, was left listening to them.

We need to do something, one of the voices yelled. Sniff, smell, run, transform and run, everyone else does!

“Please, just shut up and leave me alone,” Noklie muttered, begging the voices to stop and be quiet.

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Dancing Queen

Friday, 11/29/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

She raised her hands high, out and circled, as if resting on someone’s shoulders. Taking a step to the side, Aelita danced along the stage of the auditorium. Practicing, as it was. Everyday she did just this, at least half an hour of dance followed by an hour of violin, if not more. It was essential to her two favorite hobbies, and what she hoped to make of her life. Violin, anyway. Aelita knew that due to her condition, she could never practice her form of dance – ballet – intensely enough to truly become an expert. Until then, she’d make do with dancing for fun.

Right then, however, she wasn’t dancing for herself. Instead, she was slowly choreographing the dance that she’d have the librarian dance for his little crush once the time came. He’d seemed hesitant and technically he hadn’t entirely agreed to do this, but Aelita was certain she could convince him. Besides, after the chaos of the day before, Aelita very much appreciated the distraction that the dance provided.

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Glass Box

Thurs. 11/28/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

Was she going to get frostbite? It certainly was freezing and Aelita regretted her act of heroism. The blizzard was only getting worse, but she pushed on through the wind and snow, it wasn’t as if it was a terribly far walk. She’d stolen Dora’s jacket to tug over her own coat atop a dual layer of shirts, so she’d survive at least.

She simply hadn’t wanted to abandon the Eagle’s House. God knew that they were likely to be getting into trouble and she couldn’t be sure that they had another prefect there. Blackhall, of course, was not to be trusted with her preciously aggravating babies. On her way, Aelita nearly kicked a small, very adorable, tan creature with the biggest ears she’d ever seen.

Nearly, anyway, as she managed to see the thing just in time and she stumbled forward, almost face planting in the snow as she tried to maneuver around it. A fox, as she could see- but one of those weird ones. A fennec fox? That sounded about right, but those were desert creatures. Not blistering cold blizzard creatures.

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