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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Sat. 11/9/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.
Any thoughts that his transition from living with the Gardner-Harper clan to living on the Academy’s campus would be painless had been dashed. Apparently word had spread quickly, because when he approached the brick house that belonged to the Eagles there were students on the lawns in front of the other houses, trying to catch sight of him. To a certain extent he didn’t mind, simply because he was used to children and adolescents and their antics, having been the Gardner-Harper clan’s official babysitter for centuries. However, the damage to his master’s beautiful McLaren, along with being thrown up on and then punched, had put him in a more sour mood. He also didn’t appreciate Jay not telling him that he’d be in charge of one of the academy’s houses.
Hauling the two suitcases into the dormitory, he ignored the students on the lawn and the porch that he passed by, opening the door, only to be confronted by the sight of the common room stuffed full of students, from younger to older, some sitting on the stairs, others peering through an archway connecting the common room to the hall. There were some tables that were occupied as well and the demon rolled his eyes in annoyance, but the first thing that had caught his attention was that one girl. It was the blonde teenager from the front of the school, the one who had shrieked at him and then at the headmaster. She held a violin aloft, the notes of a Christmas song tapering off as she stopped, turning to openly glare in his direction.
The silence echoed before a chorus of voices started and the demon blinked in surprise, staring at them as voices bombarded him.
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Sat. 11/9/2250 – By Rebecca Green.
The black McLaren pulled up to the curb and just missed the exuberant fifth year, Cleo Sommerfield, who was beating a much less enthusiastic fourth year, Leslie Marksen, with a rolled up jacket. Its owner, fifth year Teagan Dunn, scrambled after her in a frenzy. Cleo’s younger sister, Desiree, laid cackling on the ground, seemingly immune to the layer of snow beneath her thick coat.
“Stop screwing around, Sommerfield!” barked a small redhead clad in a long black trench coat, belt tight around her waist. She eyed them with suspicion over the small pile of textbooks she carried. A white-haired librarian trailed behind her, weakly trying to take the books as she approached. “You’re going to give Marksen whiplash, I’m not filling out any more paperwork to parents!”
She was met only with a grin and a wave from Cleo. Leslie looked up with nothing less than horror on his face. “Who’s that?” His voice rose high in a shaky whine as he picked his head up from where he lay in the snow, staring wide-eyed at the car and the man emerging from the driver’s seat.
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