Day I. Commencement Day Lunch [Sunday]

10:21:41 Lara 's full lips had kept the same, sullen pout for the plane ride from France to England. Her mother accompanied her as far as Heathrow, where after a sulky “Adieu Mere” , she had been left with a Chauffeur to complete the unsavoury business of depositing her in Hell. Meanwhile, her mother would fancy herself a pleasant holiday in England, in Locke style. There was to be no London shopping for Lara, not when a bright new school year awaited her at the Hex Institute. Institute, they had put her in an institute! It remained a far cry from the elitist Charmeur Academy. The price tag on that school exceeded the imaginings of any Hex Slum, and they did not except any common Ether. If it wasn't enough that she would be forced to attend schooling with impure Ether-touched and British filth (bah!), she also had to deal with living with animals. To think, Were's and Shifters were allowed amongst the Siren's, Mage's, Mer and Fae. They were asking for a massacre! Though, it was likely that the bestial and monstrous Ether-touched were far too simple-minded to ever best one of her kind. She would be safe then! That thought brought a reassuring smirk to her decadent, rose lips, one that fell into yet another pout as her eyes fell upon her navy skirt. That was another thing! Charmeur's uniform was much nicer. It was lucky that she, as common with Siren Ether, was gifted with boundless beauty. Even in youth, her slim form boasted curves to perfection. Her small waist evident by a fine tailors harassed work, when a demanding little Lara placed the Hex uniform beneath his nose and demanded results. Typical to her behaviour, the skirt had been shortened just so as well. Unlike the other students who would likely take a long rural train ride followed by gondola's in the False Sewer to arrive at the Institute's basement, Lara was being driven to the very courtyard. The word 'Sewer' need only reach her ears before she had stomped her designer boot and refused. It had been expensive and difficult to find an Ether-touched Chauffeur in England, but one had been found. She frowned at the foreboding Castle as she rode into the courtyard. Soon enough her luggage had been carried to her room, she introduced to her House Coordinator and given a quick run-down on rules, and the whereabouts of her rooms and classrooms. Her timetable was filled with unnecessary classes on Ether she had no need for, and the Institute was a maze! “Magus house! Ha! Je ne peux pas croire” Just her luck, to be saddled in the house that revered a Shifter. Almost time for the midday meal, she sat on the large, four-poster bed appointed her in the dormitory she was to share with other girls. None were present. Thus far, she hadn't encountered any students at close range. Sharing her boudoir was not something she was looking forward to. It wasn't until she grew bored and hungry enough, that she left the empty dormitory and common room (apparently she was late to luncheon) and headed for the Hall. Or, she thought she was heading for the Hall. Where did that nitwit say it was again?

10:48:29 [Brax] There were always students who remained at the Hex Institute over the Holidays, some even for the lengthy Summer break. For some it was because the discretions that landed them at Hex, were the same that kept their parents forbidding their return. For others, it was because of demerits or orders by the Council for their remaining presence in the Juvenile 'prison' that was Hex. There were even some who had no parents, nor a single relative in the outside, untouched world that could or would take them in. Brax wasn't one of them. He had free reign of his father's numerous abodes. Penthouse? Manor? Beach House? Any. Single One. All of them, empty his father's presence. At least if he remained at Hex he could certify that he would not see his father at all, he could keep his mind safe from hollow loneliness and boredom that came with being alone. At Hex, he had company. At Hex, a rakish smirk coming to his lips, he was King. On a field at the back of the school he and a handful of Sixth Years, some whom had stayed over the Holiday, others who arrived early for the year or had just arrived were playing football. On the skins team, he was covered in a sheen of sweat, ball tucked in his arm as he sprinted with the pure athleticism of a shifter. Jed, a shifter of Arcadia almost had him, but grunting with effort, Brax faked to the left and veered to the right, crossing over the line. Savegly throwing the ball to the ground, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah!” arms up in victory. And then he was pummelled and shoved by a bunch of equally sweaty, victorious skins. The teams were littered with members of each House, but they were all shifters. So much for breaking the race divisions. Shifters stuck together. Laughing, he noogied Jed and then threw his Physical Edu uniform shirt back on. Navy, crested and all that crap. There wasn't enough time for a shower before the Midday meal but he could have one later. First day back, was a day without classes. Reserved simply for unpacking, socialising and for the 'fresh meat' to get acquainted with the grounds and their peers. A few of the guys sauntered off, but five of them, members of what is commonly referred to as 'Shifter Jocks' headed up to the second floor, Hall. They were loud. One wouldn't shut his mouth “Did you see that last block? Fuck man, I was like THERE and he was like. Man, brah. It was the shit. He was like” Another laughing, “Nah man, Brax pulled it.” fist-bumps were had and then they turned the corner, encountering Lara. Jed wolf whistled. Brax smirked, “Well, well. Fresh meat.” He probably smelled like sweat, his hair was tousled but Brax was all confidence. Striving to be obvious, he looked her up and down and stopped at her chest. Magus Pin. “Magus, heh?”

11:02:49 [Trix] The journey was one Trix had done many a time since arriving three years ago at Hex Institute. Her father’s grief was too much for him to continue taking care of the girl and thus, between that and her somewhat obnoxious actions to get herself noticed, she’d been whisked away to the school to deal with both the Ether in her, and for other reasons. To get her acclimatised around other people and to essentially get her out of her Father’s hair. Looking to much like her Mother, she was a painful reminder for Alucius Ellery and although he loved his daughter very much, she was a proverbial thorn in his side. Even while on break from School she did not see much of her Father and was left to her own devices, often becoming bored. Luckily though a new school year was starting and the young femme could get back into the books. At least they offered the savoury retreat away from being essentially “unwanted.“ One could lose oneself in a book so easily, and oft times Trix was on some kind of adventure or another in her mind. Beyond that was the knowledge she gained. How she loved to learn. There was always something so exiting about picking up a new text book that the bookworm couldn’t wait for the start of the new year to come. Sitting now upon the gondala with several other students, the lagoon was long as it was tedious but the ride was necessary. Not everyone was gifted with money to arrive at the school in other means. The tunnels twisted and turned, the occasional drop of water wasn’t lost on her though luckily the scent wasn’t as bad as it could be, all things considering. Though gradually the school came into view and Trix found her heart skipping a beat. Whilst the school was forbearing and overly sized, it was the land that surrounded the very building that drew Trix with it’s inevitable pull. The nature that encompassed the area. The quiet serenity of the Lake, the subtle nuances of the trees that danced within the forests, to the simplest blades of grass that glittered with morning dew in their sparkling essence. All of it was a canvas for Trix to explore and she could barely wait to escape the confines of the school to do so. Soon enough the Gondala’s arrived at their location and Trix was quickly off the boat and onto the school ground, soon coming onto others who were either already at the school having stayed, or had just arrived like her. She frantically searched the crowds for a familiar face or two as the warm sun shone down upon her. Hair basked in a golden glow of light, her fae like features enhanced by how the strands fell around her face, while steel blue hues in their almond shape spread a cursory glance around the area, surveying the grounds.

11:20:37 Lara couldn't help but to hear the hooligans before they came upon her. She was infinitely lost, for there were so many hallways, grand staircases, landings and rooms after rooms. “It should be here!” Muttering a curse or two in French she turned the map on the back of her timetable scroll one way, and then another, before staring at the large stone wall and the foreboding painting of a Seer in front of her. “Bollocks! As unsettling as a meeting with hooligans seemed, and she'd not be tempted to ask them for directions she turned on her designer heel and stumbled straight into Trix. “Oof!” Startled and then irritated, the beautiful Brunette flicked her hair and reprimanded in an undeniably French accent “Look where you're going.” Never mind that the girl was taller, and likely older or that Lara was new and in no place to make a nemesis. She was no mouse. She was also either oblivious to the fact that the collision was her own fault, or simply choosing to ignore the fact. Next thing she knew, the hooligans were upon them. A small crowd of tall, older boys. Fifth year? Sixth? Her cheeks coloured prettily at the whistle, an adorable scowl 'marring' her perfect countenance. Lara was not particularly annoyed. Siren's used other's senses against them, controlling others with their sight when they dared to look upon her was something she had embraced from a young age. An adorable child, to an alluring teen, she used her assets to get what she wanted. Raising an eyebrow as his gaze fell upon her chest. “I see you have eyes.” A double-handed response to his look and comment. He was handsome, attractive in a raw masculine way that didn't touch on the beauty of a fae or siren. Her tongue touched her lip. Mage? Lara could only hope. There weren't many other students milling about in this particular walkway so she couldn't simply follow the herd of delinquents to the Hall. Doe eyed, she drew closer, her sweet scent and aura enveloping them at her whim.“I'm lost. Can you show me the way to the Hall?” Her gaze and attention drifted between the people around her, perhaps even falling on the girl had she chosen to remain.

11:44:39 [Brax] He found it hard to tear his amber eyes from her. God, she was beautiful. And she was right, he had eyes, and he knew these tricks, had grown up amongst them, but like any man he couldn't simply ignore it. The other guys had sidled off, after a meaningful look from Brax. El'Capitan. Leave them to me. “Fae or Siren? Maybe both?” Burnt amber eyes finally drew to Trix. He gave her an upnod, that was a brief, sort of 'Welcome back to Hex'. “What do you say Trix? You should know.” The way he posed the questions to both of them dripped of superiority and jibes. Pretty they may be, a Sixth Year for Trix and a fellow Magus for the fresh meat, he knew the blonde was no shifter. The other, he'd bet his left ball she wasn't either. There was rivalry and racism amongst the ether-touched. Brax considered most Mages pansies, and don't get him started on the Sirens, Fae and Mer. And to think those snobs grouped shifters with Wereolves. It made his blood boil. Shifters were not mindless monsters. Ever heard of control? Shifters had some. But Brax wasn't one to pick a fight, he considered most of the other races as acquaintances. Mostly of the female variety, but who was counting? But it was typical for him, and most of the other races to keep to themselves, though there was more fraternising between Mages, Sirens, Fae and Mer. Snobs stuck like glue, if you asked Brax. “I'll make you a deal, dollface. Tell me I'm right, and I'll think about it.”
11:52:42 [Trix] Quite the crowd surrounded her, though indirectly as most students were returning or arriving on this day. The female hadn’t caught sight of anyone familiar just yet but then again, she wasn’t one of the overly popular kids or jocks - in fact she wasn’t really associated with any group. Beatrix had kept herself clear of cliques, not so much on purpose, but how things seemed to fall. She had a few friends whom she considered she trusted, but beyond that while she’d be excessively nice to anyone, there wasn’t one she could call a true friend. It was difficult for the girl to trust, her Father’s abandonment and Mother’s early death of course leaving the young girl to be quite impressionable, though quite solitary. Her bags would brought up to her room, which Trix would get to later. In the meantime She wanted to stay outside in the warm air, enjoying the freshness that surrounded her - far different from being in the City. The thought was duly interrupted by the bump of body into her causing her to stumble. Startled before regaining her posture once more, blue pools quickly shifted to land upon the elegant form of Lara, who, in turn snapped toward Trix. Arching a brow, the elder femme merely stood as she was, a soft smile curling upon her features though the look didn’t quite meet the eyes initially. “My apologies..” the woman accepted, not wanting to cause a stir upon her first day. Trix would please anyone to make them happy and she wasn’t one for confrontation usually. Something she’d shy away from because her emotions in that particular range weren’t exactly easy to handle. Eyes skewed momentarily from the woman to where they wavered upon the group of males that had approached. Trix recognizing a few being in Sixth year, in particular Brax and Jed, whom she knew from some of her classes. The group of males tended to stick to themselves however, and well Trix, for the most part just wasn’t interested in the least as to what they did in their spare time. She neither cared about their shifting abilities, nor sought against them in any way. As far as Trix cared, everyone was on an equal playing ground, all level. No one better than the other, but that was simply how copasetic she was. “Probably Siren..” Trix would comment in response to Brax’s words, offering him a gentle smile by way of hello. Though she turned her gaze away from the male, his features transfixed upon Lara. It was evident the woman was a beauty and knew how to handle herself. “Look here..” As Trix went to turn to the map Lara was holding in her hand. “You go this way, follow the hallway here, then turn left.” Giving the instructions toward the French female. “Or you can come with me if you wish. I’m heading that way shortly.”

12:08:45 Lara kept herself from snorting at the accusation of being a fae. Still, the interaction was amusing her, for Miss Locke was never one to back down from a challenge. Feeling especially mischievous, those enchanting Jade eyes drifted from Brax to Trix and back again. Coy, her head canted to the side as she stepped uncomfortably close to the boy, requiring her to look up to him. Her left hand rose to her shoulder height, and she felt the tremor and rivulets of power as she began to cast. It was second nature to her, an elixir of cool power that warmed to the flames within, drawn to the open air with a playful snap of her fingers, quite like a lighter. The flames burned instantly and bright, toyed in a dance with her fingers, even as she brought them to her lips. Adrenaline that seeped from both wielding and controlling, she lowered her long lashed eyelids and blew him a kiss, flame and all. Close enough that he could feel the prick of heat on his flesh, but not close enough to burn. A knowing, enchanting smile was given even as she leaned up on tiptoes to whisper in her sweet, Sirenous voice “Wrong.” Then all at once she'd sidestepped, turned and responded to Trix. “I'll come with you, I think.” She moved to begin walking, granting Brax only a single look over her shoulder. Game, Set and Match, Lara. Let him think she a pretty Elemental. Let him think his reaction to her his own. In the meantime, the French Siren would stomach the foul, cesspool that was likely the Hex Hall. Werewolves and Shifters alike, eating like dogs from a banquet of grool, she presumed.
12:22:36 [Brax] He feigned consideration at Trix's suggestion, mulling it over with exaggerated expression. “Hmmm, could be.” Then the chit was stepping. He raised a brow, genuinely surprised. Not by her Casting no, for attending years at Hex and being amongst Ether all his life had made the minuscule spell much like child's play. What surprised him, was her.. her, well fuck, she had balls. Since when did fresh meat, younger, female fresh meat stalk right up to him, call him out, and blow a kiss in his face? Even the Siren's weren't that ballsy with their favours, and she was obviously an Elemental. There was always the chance of cross-breeding and inheriting more than one Ether, but it wasn't particularly common. More often than not it was a case of two different Mage Castes like Healer and Elemental. There was of course, freaks like the Hex Doc who had a bit of everything. Gross, right? Shifter breeding with snobs and scum. Either way, for a Mage she was getting under his skin. He tensed up a little, his eyes grew heavy lidded and he found himself staring at her lips and letting his mind wander as a typical, teenage male was like to do. With an almost audible 'Huh' and question mark over his head, he watched her move away with Trix. Brax frowned. For the sake of his pride, he hoped she was a cross-breed. For fresh meat that wasn't even a shifter or siren to affect him that way? Ugh, he was losing his game. Habitually he ran a hand through his tawny hair and stepped after them. It took a moment for him to regain his composure and that overly confident, smirking that was all Brax Kennedy planted itself on his face. “I'll escort you both. A man's gotta eat.” Winking at Trix.
12:29:13 Trix wasn’t sure what was happening, save the fact that Brax was dutifully eyeing the siren, while the Siren was playing coy. Trix couldn’t be bothered with such antics - she found them trivial and strange, though she wouldn’t react openly to this for she wasn’t one to necessarily judge others. Her almond hues in all their beauty widened while rose tinted lips parted, allowing the silent breath of a sigh to escape her mouth. She knew Brax could be quite the flirt - she knew him well enough to understand he was the leader of his group, and well, thought he could have everything, or anyone. At least, that’s how he seemed to come across to Trix, though Trix often kept her distance as she did from most things. A quiet nature surrounded the peaceful beauty, an element of nature with the fluttering of wings that bespoke of her Fae heritage would oft be left alone to do her own thing, without the hazard or having to defend or push herself against another. Whilst the two would try to trump each other, Trix would turn, her blond hair catching the light breeze, causing wisps of light to flow in the wind around her oval shaped face. Her slim form enhanced by the tartan dress she wore, with navy socks pulled to the knees, and black polished shoes upon her feet. A white short sleeved shirt complimented her look along with the ever present school blazer that hung of her lithe figure. The confines of her chest bound by the dress, her chest rose and feel with her steady breathing while she exhaled once more before moving toward the building itself that welcomed them on the horizon. With Brax coming up behind them, his words caused Trix to shake her head slowly, the deft smile playing upon her lips, teasingly light in how she gazed his way with a subtle roll of her eyes. “Oh yes, Mr. Gentlemen you.” Her tone was soft fluid and melodic but not at all like that of the Siren. In fact, Trix could barely compare to the woman beside her, despite being taller and older. Trix was well aware of it however, and inwardly felt perhaps an tad jealous. Not that she’d reveal it. “It’s this way. I’m Trix Ellery by the way. This is Brax Kennedy. And you are?” She questioned Lara as they made their way together toward the Hall.

12:45:32 Lara was feeding off the adrenaline rush of magic casting. Since the hot-water she had landed herself in with the Council, she had been bullied into her best behaviour and hadn't cast even the simplest of spells in the untouched world. That little snippet, that minuscule ember had been the first in what felt like a famine of casting for the girl. As has the Allure she used upon... Brax Kennedy. She rolled her eyes heavenward at his offer of escort in mock disdain, but ultimately smiled at them both. They knew each other. Ever the Siren, and self-absorbed youth, she piqued in jealousy. An item? Perhaps. Then, the pretty elder girl appealed to her need for friends of the female variety, particularly one's that were nice even in the face of her own intimidating personality. Intimidating was the title she gave it, unwilling of course, to admit that she was a bit of a bitch. She was shorter than the blonde, and so was her skirt. Her navy socks reached mid thigh, and her shoes while plain and black sported a slight heel and an expensive label. Short white shirt and tie, and lacking the blazer which she was instructed was required only at assemblies but encouraged for constant use. Ha! She'd give anything to be back in the pretty pale blue of the Academy but then, stuck at Hex she figured she may as well 'join' those she couldn't 'beat'. “Pleasure. Lara Locke. I take it to you two have attended... the Hex Ac-, Institute.” The brunette couldn't help but to crinkle her nose in distaste at that word. “For a while now?” They knew each other and the whereabouts of the elusive Hall.

13:12:35 Brax looked a little unkempt beside the pristine babes, what with his victory sweat, Physical Ed shorts and shirt in the school navy. Tousled hair as per his usual style, and little did he know his 'just got out of bed' look seemed to work with his do, and Freshmen girls swooned as freshmen girls would. “Guilty as charged.” he said as Trix made the introduction for him. A few twists and turns through the winding labyrinth that was Hex and they had come upon a wide arch with doors that seemed to be as large as six doors wide and four high. The doors were pulled back, and there were students entering and leaving the Hall just as they were. Inside, it was loud. Four over long tables drew up the length of the Hall Ala' Potter, with the Faculty table on a dias at the head of the room and backed with great windows that looked over the Loch. Rather than a buffet, food snaked the entire length of the middle of each table, anything from roast meats and vegetables to salads, pasta, desserts, breads and even some foods that were known as Ether-touched delicacies. As the jokes went, food was one of the few things that could distract a man with a pretty girl (make that two) beneath his nose. Add to the fact that he was a growing youth, a Shifter (known to have quite the appetite) and having just touch downed to victory, he was a hungry boy. “Mmmm Steak.” he muttered, practically salivating but even a hungry boy had a little more manners than a beast or were. Each table was assigned to a House however, during meal time students were encouraged to roam and socialise at any table. It was only during Assemblies that it was required they sit within the designated. Still, Brax sat himself at Magus, beside a few other Shifter jocks most which had been in the hall earlier. Jax was there. “Coming?” He asked the girls. There was room at his side and across from him, but they would be wedged between guys. He didn't think Lara would mind it, but Trix? She'd always seemed the quiet type to him. Back to the food, he was heaping his plate with a ridiculous amount of food, and filling his cup with non-alcoholic mead. Provided the girls had joined him, he made the introduction “Guys this Lara. Lara these are the finest Shifters you'll ever meet.” Expecting disapproval, he grinned in her face and added to that, “Haters gonna hate. Shifters gonna shift.”

13:20:46 Trix wasn’t exactly certain Lara would be the type to be considered a friend. The girl was brash, and somewhat stuck-up for Trix’s usual companions, not to mention a little stand offish on a number of ways, but Trix was ever the nice person to simply help out a new student and show her the ropes so to speak. Though she didn’t feel Lara would need much in the way of learning. The Siren appeared to be settling in quite well on her own. “Nice to meet you Lara and yes, I’m in Sixth grade. Been here since I was 13, so a few years now.” Her gentle tones rung with the words as they moved into the hall, her eyes surveying the area with careful trepidation. She recognized several faces, but it would appear Brax was inviting them to join him, and thus rather than waste the time trying to find a place to -fit- in, she would opt to go with him, knowing both Brax and the other guys at the table. Although Trix did keep to herself somewhat, she wasn’t unsocial and would say hello to them all with her pivotal smile, blond tresses and sparkling blue hues. Rose tinted cheeks offering just a slight flush when any of them flirted with her, though she would shrug it off as she sat down across from Brax. The meal was enticing though it wasn’t until now that she realized just how hungry she’d gotten with the journey back to Hex; her plate was soon loaded with various types of food - not at all shy to eat in front of other guys, though her appetite was quite smaller than the meals they had on their plates. Only five four, Trix wasn’t exactly tall for her age, in fact she was quite petit, but still somehow managed to stand out in a crowd. Between morsels of food, she’d place her knife and fork down looking across to Lara with that same soft smile that seems perpetually on her elegant features. “So where are you from, Lara?” Obviously the French accent gave away the girl’s origins, but Lara could have been at any other school prior to attending Hex. Of course, she’d wait for Lara to say hello and let all the guys have their flirts in before questioning the girl. Trix wasn’t one to interrupt.

13:58:43 Lara simply followed the two, and surprisingly smiling in amusement at the boyish mannerism that had him mumbling about steak. But, that wasn't Lara at all! No, that was barbaric, were-like behaviour, and she was far more appealed by lean, poetic, French men. Siren men. Frowning, she hoped again that the boy was a Mage and that Trix too, was not of any bestial race. She feared the worst when it was gestured that they join, because the boys were tearing into their food, being loud, obnoxious and irritating. As Trix had taken the place on the bench opposite Brax, Lara stepped into the seat beside him as gracefully as one possibly could with a skirt. Didn't this school ever here of proper chairs? It brought memory of the elegant dining room at the Academy with the fine, high-backed throne chairs and liveried footmen to serve their meals. She felt rather at odds with the 'attack the food in the middle' scheme of things, especially when she was surrounded by large boys with no manners that reached across and over-and around for 'this hunk of steak' and that 'bread roll'. She stared with slightly awed disgust like one might, a defecating hideous animal (say, a hippo) at a zoo until Brax interrupted with his introductions. Shifters. Her jaw dropped. Full lips came apart and she stared, aghast. The signs had all been there! Barbarians! And yet, she couldn't believe that she was ensconced between a bunch of Shifters. A frantic look was shot to Trix in the hope that she was civilised but even then, she associated with this kind. Her mouth shut, then opened again. Cheeks colored pink, prettily even, but it was lost on the Siren for the moment. At this point she had but shrunk in her seat and begun to weather the storm, unwilling to cause a scene and leave or draw the ire of the beasts she was surrounded by. They'd probably maw her face off if she dared insult their brutish qualities! Eventually, she settled some. Brax was busy eating and the others paid little mind to her save to flirt which brought her back into the real world. That, was common ground for her. Even if those flirting with her were animals. Finally, Lara reached for a crossiant, cream, strawberries, blueberries and raspberries and fashioned herself a treat more suitable for dessert than lunch. It was actually quite fun this, 'picking ones food' and putting it on the plate herself. “Hm?” Someone speaking to her. She swallowed her mouthful of sweet. What? Oh, Tracy. Trixi? Something or other. “France. I studied at the Charmeure Academy.” A widely known school in Europe, elitist and more strict on the races it accepted in it's expensive school. “I am hoping that I may reapply to attend the Academy after a month or so of this.. place. It is most unsuitable that I am in Fourth Year at this school, for a advanced ahead of my age to fifth at the Academy.” It was clear she thought little of Hex. Most people did, particularly the students but perhaps her tone may have been offensive to those who had completed their entire High School career at the Institute.

21:24:16 [Brax] didn't pay Lara enough mind to notice her original discomfort, nor did he involve himself in the female gossip. Or conversation, whatever. Something about that stuffy, racist French academy she went to, which draw a snort between hearty mouthfuls of food. "Shifters refuse to attend that Academy, uncivilized and shit." Just as the words had left his smirking mouth, the steady 'clop' of a horse, or rather centaur, sounded. It seemed the Crux Coordinator, a shifter, was intent on proving him wrong. Don't get him wrong, a shifter remained proud of their shifting and of their race, but there was a time and place and it was unnecessary for Shifters (who were human formed in their original state) to go about in the form of animals and objects all the time. It was something the Crux woman seemed to favor, even if it meant she couldn't sit properly at a table. If he had been a woman, Brax may have blushed. Instead, did an expression or word of Lara's comment or gape at Narrah he would shut her down with a simple, "What? You never seen a Centaur eat lunch before?" and get back to the important task of chowing, the fuck down on some steak.

21:59:23 [Violette] Pixish eyes widening she ticked her head to the side, crouching down she peered at the rabbit which was now a frog. "Well I didn't think that would happen, but I guess it works..." chuckling softly she shook her head. Taking in a deep breath she smoothed her hands down her freshly hemmed skirt, oh yes that's right she'd hemmed it herself -- shortened it to her mid-thigh. Tonguing the inside of her cheek she spun on her heels and ventured back towards the school, she'd moved away from the school itself the smoke a cigarette -- so what, she broke the rules -- what were they going to do, kill her? Chuckling at the thoughts swirling through her head she ventured closer and closer to the massive building -- ticking her head to one side she sighed -- she already didn't like this place, all the damned rules. Gnashing her teeth against her lower lip she kicked a rock, she hadn't introduced herself to the people around here -- Vi wasn't sure she really wanted to. It was lunch time, people were gathering in the cafeteria shoving food in their faces -- shrugging her shoulders she slipped inside and ventured into the food quarters. Grabbing an apple and a bottle of water she plopped down at an empty table, in a corner she popped her bottle open and took a sip -- there were whispers here and there about they way she dressed -- not like she gave a flying fuck though.

22:25:28 [Brax] He seemed to have bored the ballsy fresh meat Elemental (who he figured was also Fae or Siren), he thought, couldn't have been a Sixth year and had thought to issue him a challenge surrounded by which was typically known as The Shifter Jocks. There were eight of them, large and athletic as was common for their race and particularly enthusiastic eaters. A shifter gonna shift, and a shifter gonna eat. Trix and Lara were busy discussing the French girl's former Academy. Looking around the Hall, it was obvious that most of the students had arrived. Some students remained at the school over the year break, either because they were on poor terms with their parents and likely for the same reasons that got them stuck in the Juvenile prison that was Hex, because they had nothing or no one to go back to or, alternatively, because the Council had ordered their remaining presence for the same reasons they were incarcerated. Brax was the needle in the Haystack that passed up the empty penthouses and manors of his father to stay. The Rural train ride that deposited the majority of the students had come and gone, filling Hex with the same old faces, a bunch of Freshmen and some older, fresh meat. The fresh meat wasn't hard to pick. They didn't know where cliques commonly sat and with that, Violette found herself on the table that, for Assembly purposes only, was reserved for Magus house. The end, where they were all was Shifter Jock Territory even though some of his crew weren't Magus. Race stuck with race, regardless of the House frippery Hex instilled in an attempt to bond the students. “Well, well, well.” He spoke with all the intimidating charm that was Brax, and gave her a smirk. “Smells fresh, brothers.” There was a length of empty bench (as far as you could get in a crowded Hall like this), between he and her so he scooted over and gave her a deep sniff. He was no were or dog, he had no need to sniff them. But it was a good way of unsettling the snobby races like Fae, Siren and Mage. “Fresh Meat for sure.” The guys were loud, notably the loudest section of the Hall and Jed, his best friend, wolf-whistled. “I'm Brax. Hall Monitor and your Personal Welcome Committee.” Hand extended for a shake and everything, while the guys laughed and Jed had a false coughing fit in which he spat “Bullshit!”

22:37:31 [Violette] Large violet eyes lifted from her apple, ticking her head to the side long mocha locks slipped into her face as she heard Brax's voice. Devilish smirk dancing over doll-like features, ticking her head to the other side she in fact lifted her head and sniffed right back "All I smell is an over abundance of unneeded testosterone..." her voice was littered with a thick Russian accent. Soft pink tongue trailing over her plump lower lip she quirked a thin eyebrow, lifting a thin long piano player like finger as he 'tried' to shake her hand she sighed "Does the crowd you hang out with, mask the loneliness of your home life richboy...?" Chuckling coolly, not a lick of fear written in those beautiful pixie-like violet eyes, sighing as if she were bored she chuckled "Well... Brax..." she edged her tiny little frame closer to the jocky male, craning her swan-like neck she edged her pouty lips towards the others ear "There is nothing personal about this welcome..." she smirked as her violet hues swirled with beautiful flecks of silver... "...unless you're into voyeurism...?" She couldn't help it, the jock started it -- came at her like some rabid animal, as if trying to install fear in her -- or intimidate her... She'd been through worse in the many orphanages she'd been to in Russia, some jock wasn't going to be her undoing -- that was for sure.
23:01:34 [Brax] Eyes of molten Amber sought out her own and, noticing the peculiar violet coloring, he wondered if she was a shifter. Chameleon shifting was common among shifters but then, such was casting that most Ether-touched races could learn, although unlikely master with the finesse of a natural Shifter. Fae? Or Siren? Mere Gifted beauty or a glamour spell? It was hard to pinpoint, and of course there was a number of cross-breed kids. They had been a vast minority, most students being half-blood or, snobbish pure's and yet this year he'd already come across a few. With true charm, he snorted. “Unneeded? I'll have you know, Svetlana, that my testes are much needed. I can show you, if you let me take you on a tour.” He was winking, and encouraged by a chorus of snickers from his crew. He was enjoying the banter that Violette and Lara had provided. Ballsy, as he'd said. The school had far too many Trix's, all sweet temperament and do-gooder. “Ooh!” His hand shot to his chest. “You wound me! Straight to the heart Vetty, and you're to blame. Darling you give love... a bad name?' The lyrics were announced in his deep, amused voice but he refrained from actually singing and serenading the girl. That wasn't Kennedy style. He let her lean in for a whisper, but turned his chiselled face at the last second so her pouting lips almost met his sly smirk and then Thwack! Clipped on the backside of his head by Professor Dryke. A beefy, no-nonsense woman who's name gave her the obvious nickname. Dyke and her ruler always seemed to sprout out of nowhere to catch even the slightest misbehaviour. “Kennedy! No inappropriate fraternisation.” She scolded and and you, with a softer thwack to the new students shoulder. “We share a House Croix, and you wont besmirch it's name by immoral behaviour with the opposite sex.” There was a tint of red beneath Brax's tanned visage, more or less because Dryke had a way of reprimanding that made her victims feel and look like absolute morons, and a voice loud enough to warrant the attention of half the Hall. “And fix your skirt! You too, Locke. Welcome to Hex girls.” This was said to Lara in passing, who Brax had appreciatively noticed had a skirt as short as the Russian's. As Dryke strode to the dias with a few wacks and comments down the Magus table (a house it seemed she disliked), the eye of the storm passed and the table was louder than ever. Particularly Brax's friends who were, shall we say? Taking the piss out of him. “Yeah, yeah. Shut your pie holes.” he grinned it off, and took a mammoth bite of an apple.

23:14:33 [Violette] Eyes flickering as those lips came towards her own, edging back she looked to the fat bitch that took it upon herself to thwack not only 'Brax' but herself. Eyes going from that beautiful violet to a harsh crimson "Oh please forgive me..." such a mockingly innocent tone danced over cupid bowed lips "Immorality is my middle name..." Jawline tightening she looked back to Brax and quirked an eyebrow "Only way that old sow of a bitch is getting this skirt to shorten, is if she bends me over and does it herself, and I don't see that happening anytime soon..." hissing the words with that thick Russian accent -- her words dripped off her tongue like a sweet yet venomous honey. Tonguing the inside of her cheek she looked back towards Brax's posse of meat heads "Interesting posse, richboy..." Devilish smirk playing over rather innocent facial features she pushed herself up from where she was sitting, tongue trailing over glossed lips she sighed, she was rather small in size -- small and thin... "Try to kiss me again playboy, and I'll bite your tongue off..." she winked much like that other did previously and turned to walk away -- if he chose to follow after her -- that was his own choice. Violette's hair was in loose pigtails, one placed beautifully on each side of her angelic face which only seemed to frame those gorgeous facial features of hers. Her skirt was in fact short, almost short enough to the point that if she were to bend over you'd get a pantyshot -- but she had no plans of doing that anytime soon. Smoothing her hands over her clothing she ventured to throw her food away and stepped out of the room to move down the hallway.

23:31:20 [Brax] Nodded as he chewed, ever the Comedian “I approve.” Nothing worse than Geeky girl who wore their skirts past their knees but then, most of those girls had nothing to show off. His train of thought drifted to a self-harming vision of Druke in a miniskirt and he couldn't help but to physically shudder and erase the memory by instead summoning Megan Fox. Mm. Better. “Playboy, Richboy. Call me whatever you want dollface, just as long as you call me.” Returning her wink, he commented “If you bite me, I can't be held responsible for the things I do to you.” His lowered voice and suggestive tone made it obvious that violence wasn't what he had in mind. Considering that Lara and Trix had left he had either the choice to follow the Russian or remain with his crew who, prior to his meeting with the girls he had just played and won a shirts and skins match of football in the field. He'd carried the skins to victory but, keeping with Hex rules had replaced his standard issue Phys Ed navy T-shirt which matched the shorts and sneakers he wore. A Masculine and Earthy scent wasn't particularly bad, but running a hand through his tousled, tawny hair, he figured he'd have himself a shower. Agile, he rose from the bench and caught up to the girl. “Svetlana, what house?' Being fresh meat she would likely find herself lost. The castle was a mammoth, filled with a labyrinth of rooms, halls, staircases and landings. Half the doors were hidden, and even the most Senior of students could find themselves lost if they wandered too far. Freshmen and newbies always spent the first few weeks lost. Sucked to be them, because Hex didn't offer an exception to tardiness for being lost. And the scroll painted with timetable on one side and map on the other may have been drawn in invisible paint for all the help it gave. I'll show ya.” He was smirking, but for once his tone wasn't dripping with comedy nor sarcasm. What? Mr Kennedy actually being helpful.. who would have thought?

23:34:57 Narrah there seemed to be more trouble makers this year, it seemed like Dryke was already busy dolling out punishments and reprimands, she gets off on it she thought to herself as she took a bite out of a rather juicy apple leaving a fleck of it on her lip till she whiped her mouth on the back of her arm, earning her more looks from fellow staff members which she chose to ignore. She didn't try to talk to the others she knew what most of the staff thought of her but she didn't care. She could hear some of the conversations being held by students, but it was mostly always the same. She'd seamed disinterested in most everything as she finished her plate and got up. She made her way down past the students stopping a moment to let Violette pass and to look over at the group she just left, "is everything alright?" She was one of the students reprimanded by Dryke, she didn't want to put her nose in it but it was her duty as a teacher, "You'd do well to behave yourself." she was talking to violette but her gaze was set directly on Brax. She'd wave at Violet and started off down the same hall, her hoves continuing to click as she went. She'd head to her office, had to get some forms filled, why did she wait till last minute? Really there was too much politics and bureaucracy. She turned into her office, she was sure that they gave her the smallest one possible, she could hardly fit in there as is, the moment she closed the door her form shimmered and she changed back, trading in her hooves for a pair of long slender legs. She disliked this form, it smaller and weaker over all plus she'd require more clothes, “damn prudes” she mumbled to herself as she put on a plain black skirt and sat at her desk.

23:43:41 [Violette] Clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth she halted in her steps as he called her that horrid nickname, jaw tightening once more she spun on her heels looking up towards Brax. "Names Violette, but I'd prefer Vi..." her tone was lax much like her stance -- eyes flickering back to that gorgeous violet mixture with the silver flex she took in a breath. "Arcadia..." her tone was hushed as she crossed her arms over her chest, unlike most girls around this place -- the girls that tended to show off their goods, she didn't have much upstairs -- it was the Asian in her -- small breasted. Then again with her willowy little frame she'd have back problems were she to have too much up there, eyes flittering beautifully she sighed as she began to walk. "I don't think you could handle someone like me richboy..." devilish smirk gracing angelic features, such an odd mixture -- yet still beautiful on it's own. Probing the inside of her cheek with her tongue she turned a corner as she made her way down a flight of stairs "No let me retract that, I know you couldn't handle me..." -- most men couldn't -- she was like wildfire, once it spread it was hard to put out. She wasn't of the norm of the school, Violette was of dark blood, a dark fae -- she preferred the dart arts over that of what was considered acceptable here at Hex, and most frowned upon that. Sighing softly she groaned "I need a cigarette..." eyes narrowing in annoyance she licked her lips.

00:07:38 [Brax] Praise the Diety above, whichever it may be, he was making progress! “Arright Vi, it is.” He shook his head and followed after her. “One; I could handle you just fine, Vi. Right over my shoulder and as far as I like, squirt. Two; How do you know I'm rich? I could be poor as fuck so watch your manners.” The mock reprimand was delivered in his usual way. It seemed, that to guard himself he had spent years building up a defensive wall wherein he made jokes of everything and never showed his true feelings. “Three, if you're heading to your room to unpack” as most were, for their luggage would have only just been deposited in their various dormitories, “You're going the wrong way.” He paused on the steps, either intending to follow her or, did she turn and require his assistance, lead her to Arcadia. The entries to each Dorm was traditionally an inhouse secret, but he'd had a fling with an Arcadia Shifter last year. One serious enough to warrant secret meetings in her dormitory when everyone else was in class. General Academics wasn't his shining point. The work was boring, useless, the typical Algebra, Literature and crap. GA classes were useless, except for Physical Education. But his attendance to all Ether classes was exemplary, and his scoring commendable and in the highest of most classes. As for her request for a cigarette, it was no issue to conjure one. Any brand, a Sixth Form could do it (unless they were useless). As for the matter of finding a place to smoke it where they wouldn't be caught, Brax was exactly the type of guy who knew the places. Instead of assisting her with this issue, he frowned “A human addiction that weakens the body and mind.” He couldn't imagine why they picked up the nasty habit, instead of becoming addicted to a potion concoction that would enhance their strength and power.

00:23:31 [Violette] Puckering her cupid bowed lips she halted in her steps, turning with a groan she gave in and flowed the pompous jock -- tonguing the inside of her cheek in a habitual manner she sighed "You wouldn't care, and alas you scream richboy, when you're raised poor and homeless... you can tell..." Pressing her lips together she sighed -- shoulders slumping she looked around as they traveled through the many twists and turns of the building. "...and ps playboy, I don't have manners... or haven't you learned that yet...?" Biting down upon her plush lower lip she stood there, watching Brax for a long moment Violette lifted a hand and rubbed the back of her neck her mind elsewhere for a long moment. It was odd for Violette really, she was very much a loner -- she'd always been as such since she was a small child. Thrusted into Hex had caused her to shove up walls of her own, ignoring most people if allowed -- when faced with confrontation she usually threw out harsh words -- and most times people backed down and left her the fuck alone. Shaking her head mocha strands of hair fell into fair features "...anyways, my dormitories...?" Russian accent tipping off voluptuous pale pink lips she left her violet colored eyes upon Brax's face -- her arms wrapped around her slender waist, as if protecting herself.

01:03:27 [Brax] He could only snicker when she told him what he would and wouldn't dare. Shifters weren't the kind to hesitate or cower. He would do as he pleased as his strength and ability permitted, and a tiny little Fae, Siren or whatever she was would simply have to accept their fate as the weaker race. “I'm a regular Oliver Twist, I promise.” Crossing his heart, and pretending to stick a needle in his eye complete with sound effects. Molten Amber eyes lowered to her lips and he canted his head to the side, thinking that Damn, some of the girls at Hex.. His train of thought was interrupted by Svetlana's first acceptance of help. Another barrier crossed, Deity praise for all! 'Arcadia Dormitories, it is.” He offered her the crook of his arm, with a rakish smirk and very much expecting her to ignore the gesture, his remaining hand grasped hold of hers and placed the small appendage in the crook. He turned to head back up the stairs where she'd incorrectly come.

01:06:36 Elaine had stayed at the instution over break, a habit she had stuck to ever since arriving two years ago. Lunch had to be one of her most hated periods, because interaction with other students and faculty was nearly inevitable. Her main goal was to finish at Hex as quickly as possible, then get on with her life. She felt her anger rising and immediately began a breathing exercise to calm herself down. She didn't quite trust herself to get pissed off and not cause some catastrophe with her water mage abilities. After a few seconds she was able to resume eating her lunch; the Hall was sparsely populated, which was a plus. Elaine really wished she could smoke inside, but that was a quick way to a reprimand, and she'd worked hard as hell not to have any more of those. The beginning of her freshman year had been the hardest, where it seemed like every time she turned around she was either breaking rules or in danger of breaking them. Since then she'd become well-versed in what was allowed and what wasn't. Making the other student's drinks suddenly fly up into their faces was NOT allowed, even if most of them had it coming.

01:14:52 [Violette] Shaking her head with a small sigh she rolled those bedazzled eyes of hers "I swear..." pressing her lips into a thin line she refused to accept Brax's arm. He was no gentleman, she knew better than that, more than likely Brax was looking for tail and was trying to woo his way into her panties -- he seemed like the type at least. Though at this point all she could make were assumptions, she didn't personally know him, she wouldn't speak her mind aloud either. Nibbling her lower lip she took in a breath "I know it's killing you, I'm a fae..." she let the accent drenched words dribble off pillowy lips. She had no reason to hide what she was, everyone was something right...? Licking her lips she lifted a hand pulling her hair away from her face showing off her swan-like neck, as well as a small black heart tattoo which was hidden behind her right ear -- usually she hid it was make-up but apparently not today.

01:30:14 Brax briefly noticed Elaine, a Fourth Year head past in the direction of the Hall he and Violette had just left. He may not have noticed her at all, but she was one of the say, fifty odd students who had either been commanded to, or chose to stay at the almighty Hex over break. She was a Were, ugh. Funnily, one might think that Were's and Shifters would bond in the fact that they were considered bestial by most of the other Races, but Shifters were just as snobbish when it came to Were's. Backed up at Violette's rejection of his innocent hand, “Alright, alright. You win.” He enjoyed bothering her, but refrained from calling her Svetlana. “I'm unarmed” his hands were up, in the air. “I'll even...” He put them behind his head as if he was reclining, and grinned, a full Brax grin. The movement caused his athletic musculature to flex, drawing the attention of a few Third Years as they walked past. “Better? You're safe.” Call him a curious badger, but the desire to identify another's race was rampant. It was for most of the students. Division between the Races was stronger than ever, and one didn't necessarily wish to flirt with a particular hated Race, did they? Fae. “Typical. Shifter.” He offered in return, with an up-nod and fully expecting some sort of sneer or remark. By now, they had reached the landing, turned a corner, headed down a Hall, through a wide arch and into another Hall and were just mounting the next staircase.

01:50:29 Elaine eyed Brax as he and Violette passed by her, wondering if he recalled an incident where she had caused his glass of water to become acquainted with his face. That had earned a reprimand in a hurry, but the look on his face had been priceless. As usual, his mere presence had caused the heads of several third years to turn, but Elaine couldn't get what they found so alluring about him. Her mind went back to the girl that he had been walking with, and her anger swelled again. If he was trying to do something indecent, that would be a reprimand for sure, and seeing the holier-than-thou Brax get a reprimand would be the highlight of her year. Elaine got up and briskly walked out of the hall in the direction they had been going. Wild visions of getting Brax in deep trouble danced through her mind, and she had to stop herself from giggling out loud. To her annoyance, it seemed Brax and Violette had gotten further ahead than she realized, and she had to quicken her pace. She finally caught up to them on the staircase, and she was more than a little disappointed to see that nothing reprimand-worthy was going on. At least not yet. "So Brax, had any close encounters with glasses of water lately? I can always accomodate you if you'd like." Small swirls of water formed around her hands as she talked; being able to form water out of thin air was a neat trick, and one that made her seem more powerful than she was. She wasn't quite able to manifest water, but by utilizing water vapor in the air, she could quickly build up quite a bit.

01:55:59 Leila sighed quietly as she stared at the somewhat neatly packed room that had been claimed as her own, grey eyes suddenly narrowed as the vague echo of her mother’s words circled her mind, and you call this tidy... Shaking off the words with a shrug she quickly exited the room, leaving everything in some semblance of order, the term she affectionately came to dub as ‘organised chaos’ was quickly becoming a favoured phrase and would undoubtedly be rather apt a description of the Were’s habit of leaving things in disarray. With her uniform only half unpacked Leila roamed the hallways in what could only be described as nothing at all regulation approved school wear, instead she wore a rather worn pair of sneakers teamed with jeans and an old faded hoodie as she swiftly made her way down to the hall in hopes of grabbing something to eat. The hallways of Hex Institute never failed to marvel the young Were and as such Leila would often be seen day dreaming to some degree, today would be no different seeing as she smiled to herself peering up at the towering archways with her hands deep in her pockets as she lazily strolled by her fellow students. Her timing coincided with Brax and Violette’s impromptu tour of the grounds as she descended the stairs they had begun to climb, having met neither of them Leila politely nodded stepping aside before stopping altogether at Elaine’s sudden arrival. Remaining quiet for the moment the fifth year student eyed each in turn warily, first day back and already it seemed that the day was proving to be rather interesting.

01:58:08 [Violette] Grin almost cracked a crossed her features, which lightened them, caused them to look much more angelic. Taking in a deep breath she held it within her lungs for a moment, exhaling slowly through her nostrils she shook her head "Interesting, I would have assumed with such an ego as yours you would have been a werewolf..." There it was, and unexpected smile which etched over doll-like features, her teeth flawless in every aspect -- pearly white and straight. Shaking her head she soon clasped her arms around her waist again, her personal barrier, her protection from others getting close -- a habit which she'd never be rid of it seemed. Eyes darting towards Brax's face she sighed "Does this... usually work on others Brax, excessive flirting...?" Lips pursing she refrained from chuckling "Melt hearts, then break them... type of deal... you're not unarmed -- you still have your tongue..." she nodded her head mocha locks falling a crossed her cheek "That's a rather dangerous weapon in itself, wouldn't you say...?" Eyes sparking with those glittering flecks of silver she stepped closer only to get a better look at the others eyes, the eyes were the window to the soul as some said -- you could tell more from anothers eyes than any words which could sputter from someones lips. Nodding her head she rocked from heel to toe, then stepped back away from the other "One question to you, choose your words wisely playboy -- why exactly had you planned on kissing me, at first meet...?" a thin eyebrow slowly arched up, her pixie-like eyes widening. He'd notice one thing from the fae femme, not once did she sneer at the others comment about being a shifter, she was not one to judge a person upon such things. Hearing another voice Violette lifted her head, a smiled danced over her lips as she nodded a hello to Elaine -- looking back to Brax a chuckled bubbled from plush lips "Seems not everyone is in your corner playboy...?" violet orbs danced as she looked at Leila and blinked -- she said not a word but nodded yet another hello.