Day XIII. Free Period & Classes [Thursday]

17:12:49 Shawn said with a chuckle as he moved behind his deck and dug around in his drawers and eventually pulled out an apple. The professor took a bite into the apple and chewed. Leaving the students to stare at him. After he swallowed the bit of apple, he laughed. "Oh. Right..." he moved back to sit on the edge of the front of the desk. "Right. Well. You see. This is how I look at it. Which pretty much means I'm right. Kierkegaard was writing and pretty much was known for writing what Nietzsche pretty much wrote. In fact, Nietzsche pretty much faded away. It wasn't till Hiedegger, that Nietsche gains any amount of attention. It's like... Say a very popular movie comes out. And people really like the movie. And the director says that he was inspired by some completely unknown movie. Suddenly that movie gains a lot of popularity. Now, you could make the argument that the other movie is still very influential by giving the inspiration to the director. But, while it did give inspiration... It wasn't anything on its own. Or something..." he took a bite of the apple and proceeded to stare at the clock. "Alright... Well. Read the Descartes portion in the book... I'm throwing a lesson plan out the window. Tomorrow, have an analysis of Heideggers work to turn in. Ussual rules apply. I don't care how long it is, as long as it is good... Sooo. Get out of here, you scamps". With that, the professor let the kids go.

17:23:32 [Sydney] The woman was relentless. Sydney was already outside from the beginning of her free period, taking advantage of the time to do some casual exercise. Jogging pants on, hooded sweater with a long sleeve t-shirt underneath kept her warm. Sneakers and a baseball hat to boot accompanied her attire as the girl made her way around the track. A light run, but one of several laps she had done already. Hair pulled back into a pony tail, it swished and swayed with her mannerisms as she ran, opting to sprint the last 100 metres to up her game. C’mon Syd.. You can do this, push! - her voice repeated over and over in her mind, while the agile sprinter darted forward, kicking up dirt and dust as she propelled into an outright run. Wind blew against her clothes, ears and nose were tinged red from the cold, but her eyes were alight with the energy rush she felt, the hazel green hues fixated upon the finished line. Soon enough she cracked the end of the line, slowing to a jog as she prepared for her warm down, before coming to a stop completely. Body bent forward as her hands rested upon her knees while she inhaled long and slow to catch her breath, brow covered in the hint of perspiration from her actions. Lips pursed to help with her steady breathing, she allowed herself to relax, enjoying the pulsating manner of endorphins which soared through her blood. It felt great to work out and was a wonderful way to start the day as she remained on the track, stretching her limber, slim body. Catlike finesse, she pulled each muscle, ensuring they’d not hurt much during the rest of the day as her figure alluringly dove and rose, sweeping forward, then legs stretched in a bending motion to work out the kinks. Frost like breath poured from her lips and nostrils as she breathed to indicate just how chilly a morning it truly was, but Sydney felt happy. She was content, left to her thoughts as the wind down occurred.

17:56:55 Jake let out a sigh of relief when the class had finished, being one of the first few to leave the classroom upon dismissal. Like most of the sixth year classes, Elixers had been just as eventful. A room filled with hormone driven teens simply tempted fate, beckoning something to happen be it amusing or cruel. This particular lesson had the potential for both. Truth serum, a tool certain to cause all manners of mischief. Jake had plead his case that he would not be the one to try the concoction, giving his partner the honours, sweetening the deal with that trademark cheeky grin. Most of the class he had been aloof, hardly engaging any of the chatter amongst his peers, the wandering attention span he so consistently juggled kept his interest fluttering throughout the room. Grey eyes watching the back and forth between his Durusball team captain and the high maintenance blonde, drifting to the topic of the coming matches which he would undoubtedly be involved in and finally catching a sneak peek at the bent over blonde earning a well deserved flick from his partner. Can’t blame a guy for taking in the show. Despite relative disinterest in the class, Jake made certain to capitalize on the personal question and answer section. “Which do you think is my most handsome side, left or right?” Moving his head from side to side allowing the girl to bask in his vanity. “Both sides are equally as handsome.” A startled squeal escaped her lips, bringing her hands to her mouth in an attempt to catch the words which already escaped her pink lips. “Really? I think so too.“ He gave her a wink before collecting his belongings and leaving the classroom, catching the barest glimpse of rosy cheeks which served to satisfy his yearning for amusement. At a hastened pace Jake left for the school grounds. He was unsure if his need to be outside had been an ether thing, the element he was most attuned to beckoning him outdoors. Regardless a stroll throughout the grounds had been his goal but the chance of amusement had always been troubling to pass up. Whilst passing the track yard, he noticed that someone else much like himself had taken to the outside, shrugging away the chilling English weather in favour of exercise. Confidently approaching, he stood at the side lines watching, waiting for the finish of a lap before calling out. “Someone is a hard worker! Getting ready for the coming games?” Jacob knew the girl, a fellow team and house mate. Sydney Reynolds.

18:13:27 [Sydney] Breathed out a breath of air from her lungs, then inhaled slowly as her chest rose with the motion. It felt good to intake the coolness within, especially now she was so not with having run. The voice that called out to her was duly noted as she placed her hands upon her hips and began to walk toward the male. Recognising him from both house and game, her lustrous gaze fell upon Jake. “Oh, I’m ready alright..” The spunky female would cheer out toward him while making her way due process. Hips swayed with her hypnotic walk while she removed the baseball hat from atop her head, wiping her brow from the sheen of perspiration that had doused the flesh from her work out. “What about you? Coming in for some practise, or just watching the scenery for now?” She smiled - a smile that lit her entire features, revealing pearly whites behind the lush ruby tiers of her lips. Having reached his location she came to a stop, her hand going to her elastic as she placed her hat down upon the near by bench. used her free hand to rustle through the strands, leaving it in a dishevelled manner that allowed the mahogany strands to surround her oval face, curls wisping in the breeze, caught by the morning wind. “I think as a team we’re pretty ready to do some serious winning.” She paused, allowing her eyes to survey the area momentarily, glancing at other students who’d taken a stroll outside then back on the handsome male before her. “Do you have a free or are you skipping class again?” Sydney quipped lightly, knowing the male to have skipped on occasion while her eyes remained fixated on him. She continued. “Can’t have you getting trouble -- what if they take you off the team. It would be a big loss to lose you.” She admitted heartily, knowing that their team needed all the players they could get currently. “You have to promise to be on your best behavoir from now on.. Pinky promise..” As she extended her hand, elastic wrapped around the wrist, pinky finger held out.

18:31:47 Lara had herself a free period, one that was better spent slacking, than attempting to suffer her way through the seemingly mountains of course work that had gained on her. Lara could be found sunbaking, as much as one possibly could, while outfitted in their standard issue Physical Education uniform. Of course the French girl had demanded that a tailor adjust the shorts to be almost indecently fitted and short, and done much of the same for her navy T-shirt. Even so, it was late Autumn and one could not possibly expect to get a ray of sunlight in this God awful country during this time. At least had she been free, and on the mainland, Miss Locke may have treated herself to a weekend at somewhere more pleasantly exotic and with the climate to match. The girl was more less sprawled with her legs in front of her, and her hands pressed to the grass to prop herself up in a lazy, reclined manner. Not too far ahead of her a sixth form Physical Education class was under way and affording her a handsome backdrop, scenery at its best, were one to ignore the girls that were prancing about like morons. Why was she in her uniform? Because she would suffer the same class, next period. Or enjoy it. Lara didn't mind their Professor after all. Long brunette locks hung unbound in an attractive wave, framing her heart-shaped countenance effortlessly. Despite the fact that she was doing nothing – save for observing Hex's finest, there was a frown tugging at her cupid bow lips, one that was reflected in the depths of jade eyes. She wondered even then, if she were watching the boy who had tried to, and almost succeeded in ending her life.


18:49:03 Jake wasn’t the team spirit kind of guy, he was all for doing what it takes to win, even if it meant passing the ball every once in awhile but the chants and cheering were better left to the existing and imaginary fans on the sidelines. Despite having just indulged in a thorough work out, Sydney still managed to keep herself looking appealing. A new conquest? Wouldn’t pursuing team mates make things awkward on the field? The inner battle was broken by her questioning of his sudden appearance. “A little bit of column A…” He paused taking her in, stormy hues drifting down and rising back up slowly meeting her own glittering green gaze. “…And a little bit of column B.” Chiselled jaw and cheeks stretched his lips into that almost smug smile. The light breeze which blew between them ruffled the tail of his unbuttoned blazer, tie flapping shyly with each buffet although what would normally be a nuisance for most hardly affected Jake, letting wind blown hair give access to the excuse that the look he was going for was windswept and interesting. Jacob’s flirtations aside their conversation soon settled on the coming games. “We will crush it. After all we have me.“ He found his own arrogance amusing, laughing as if remembering an inside joke. “We will be fine, watch my left and I will watch your right, the games will be as good as ours.“ Nodding with approval. Jake could sometimes come off as obnoxious or overconfident but inside he knew that he was only as good as his team, that didn’t stop him from trying to push that much harder for victory. “I actually have a free period I will have you know. Besides it was truth serum in Elixers, how could I pass that up?“ Sadly the class did not reach expectation but it still held a little interest. “Glad to see you’re finally coming around, is that a Jake’s number one fan Durusball T-shirt I see you hiding there?“ He teased, secretly appreciating the remark. Jacob was a little taken back as she raised her pinky finger, cocking his head slightly like a curious kitten. That grin returning once more, he raised his hand to meet hers before pushing to ruffle her already tasselled locks. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, but tell you what. I will try to be on my best behaviour.“ How hard he will try was anyone’s guess. “<I>You almost done here? Or will I get to watch you run a few more of those laps?” He wouldn’t complain either way but he never stayed in one place for too long.

19:07:30 [Sydney] The woman was stunning. After all, the girl was a shifter, and well shifters had the ability to change pretty much anything about themselves - including eye color, hair color and the like. Though without chameleon enhancements, Syd was still a looker, but she was well aware of her fresh looks, her feminine figure and her sporty countenance. She didn’t hide behind masks she could wear. At least not all the time. When she was having fun with other students, she could change her appearance to confuse them, but for now she remained as was. Ruggedly dressed in jogging pants and sweater, along with her dishevelled mahogany strands that bounced around her face. Her eyes rolled at he teased about her tee-shirt. “You wish. It’s not all about you all the time, Jake.” Though she laughed, not taking him seriously. She understood his cockiness and brash attitude. After all, she was similar herself in a number of ways, knowing she was good at what she did. It was called confidence and the woman had it in helpings. “I was just about done. Why you have something in mind to do for the period?” She questioned in return, a mischievous look dancing in her eyes almost as if to offer the male a challenge. “Since we both have time to spare.. Of course. We could spare it together somehow.” The issue made, she surveyed the area once more, catching sight of Lara who was sitting near the field where some of the sixth class were having gym. Her eyes narrowed a little as she gazed. “Hey isn’t that the girl that was suppose to be expelled?” Of course rumors had flared about Lara from the night of the ball. Not everyone knew the real truth. Including Sydney. She’d have no reason to know the truth. “I heard she was anyhow. She’s the French chick in year four that thinks so high and mighty of herself. I’ve not met her thought, just heard rumors and what not. “ Her gaze turned back toward Jake as he spoke of his promises, while Sydney shook her head once more while unruly strands danced about her face. “I’ll hold you to that near promise though. I’ll be there watching you Jake to make sure you do behave. I won’t lose on this team. We simply -have- to win.” The statement issued as if a line was drawn in the sand.

19:26:06 [Emri] It was due to nothing more than their shared house as well as playing on the same Durusball team that Emri had come acquainted with Lara. But weren't their positions as teammates enough of a reason to try to more frequently speak with one another? This particular fifth-year figured as much, at least. " Lara, " he'd announce himself quietly as he approached from behind her. He helped himself to a seat on the grass at her side, taking a moment to familiarize himself with whatever it was she was checking out. P.E. class. Just as quickly as he looked forward did he simply turn back to a much more feminine scene. " Hoooww's it goin'? " he'd ask with a misplaced familiarity, and the slightest tinge of sympathy. Word had spread through the higher classes of her most recent shenanigans involving her practical death. But he wasn't fond of falling into the masses that he assumed had been bothering her the last few days, poking and prodding her of information, while throwing faux sympathy at every opportunity. Instead, he settled on what he figured was a happy medium between casuality and sincerity.

19:34:37 [Jake] There was just something about a girl with confidence that was an incredible turn on to Jake. Sometimes the confidence in a woman would be simply arrogance, being drawn to the head bitch because of the challenge it represented, or the usually shy and timid girl who was passionate about something. His preferences much like his moods would change with the wind but he always remembers a few of his favourites. This particular mild weathered day had left the student with a thing for the best friend approach. Dating friends didn’t always lead into a happy ending, but someone being at ease around you, sharing your jokes and returning witty remarks with quips of their own was delightful. “You’re right, I do wish. I’m sure you will be joining the fan club any day now.” When asked about how the pair could spend their free period he would return her mischievous look with one of his own. “Don’t I always have something in mind? I am sure we can entertain ourselves one way or another.“ Purposefully suggestive, partly for the amusement and to catch a response, it seemed he never was quite happy unless a girl was blushing in his presence. Getting ready to leave the track, his attention had soon been directed to the girl lounging on the grass, seemingly entranced by his peers. Not bad at all, a future conquest maybe? If she brings those shorts to the bedroom then most definitely. You could almost see the gears and cogs ticking within his brain before snapping back to reality. “I heard she slept with someone, no surprise considering most of the guys in this place are horn dogs.” Almost excluding himself from that label, as if his pursuits were much more than simple teenaged scampering. “Shall we go?” He hadn’t yet devised a scheme to get the pair into trouble but if given a moment, he was bound to come up with something naughty. <e>

19:42:31 [Lara] : 's entrancing eyes turned the scope of her gaze upon Emri, a most unlikely addition to her garden tea-party, but the girl wasn't one to protest. “Hello.” The detected note of sympathy was noted and, the girl could only figure that the rumours had reached his ears – rumours, that she did not return to her own boudoir after the Masquerade nor was seen until Tuesday. It was said that she was not seen because, she was caught by a Professor in a most incriminating position with one, Braxton Kennedy. A harlot and expelled, one can only imagine the uproar she caused the rumour mill on her surprising return to classes. Now those almond shaped orbs of jade narrowed suspiciously. Given her 'outing' as an easy girl, Lara had sparked a fair bit of interest in young men that fancied themselves a shot at the new fourth year. “Can I help you?” Her accented words were a little clipped, and she averted her gaze rudely to continue her observation of the older boys on the field. Even worse, Lara wasn't sure whether he wanted to have at a harlot, or he had come to question her on her assosciation with Charlemagne Quinn. Apparently finding a dead girl made you a murderer. Who knew?

19:44:49 Sydney didn’t give Lara a second look. She didn’t know the girl, but from what she had heard, she wasn’t someone who Sydney would be friends with. As Jake however mulled the girl over with his eyes, Sydney remained of to the side watching.. “YOu have to be joking me? Her?” As she shook her head once more. Hair getting the in the way of the breeze, she reached to the elastic on the wrist before pulling her strands back and placing it back into a ponytail. Immediately after, she succinctly placed back the baseball cap atop her head and set it to a comfortable position. Jake was good looking. He was the kind of guy Sydney could see herself with. But she didn’t think he could just focus on one girl. That roving eye of his would be spent many a time checking other females out, to which Sydney would probably feel slightly envious off. It was better if they remained friends as they were and not push for anything, even if his lips made her want to kiss them. Even just to taste it, to see what it would be like. However, keeping that piece of information to herself, she followed suit, moving after the male as they made there way over the field. “As opposed to you who is Mr Keep It In My Pants., right?” She questioned and quipped playfully upon his comment of horn dogs. A quick roll of her eyes she was jabbing him lightly in the arm with a playful punch while keeping up with him. “Why don’t we go down to the loch? Or if you have something planned. I’ll tag along. I don’t have anything else to do and I rather like your company. “ She paused, then continued. “For now.” Given with that same mischievous grin, she manoeuvred her sleek form in a completely feminine way, keeping up that oozing confidence she held on to, despite the way he’d looked toward Lara. Just another conquest for him. And that was one thing Sydney would not be - a notch on a belt.

19:47:35 Xan was on his own sort of free period. Every teacher had one to get away from the students that made their lives hell every day. He had just come out of the equipment shed, well, if you could call a four car garage-sized building a shed. He had dug out the things he would need for his next class and then he went out to observe the Sixth years. The only regular class he had was the fourth and fifth years of a morning, and sometimes his colleagues would swap a sixth year class for an underclassman group. He was, quite obviously, the only Phys. Ed. teacher that could be the strength coach for the Durusball teams. After all, your Ether was only half the game if you really wanted to win. He moved over to the fence and rested his arms long it, leaning over slightly. He always liked having Sixth years. They had been here the longest for the most part, and despite being rebellious teenagers, they kept their mouthiness to a minimum and were obedient. He reached down into his pocket and drew out the pack of cigarettes and from the other a lighter. At the rate he healed, there was nothing hypocritical about smoking while also being one of the Phys. Ed. teachers. Besides, judging by the tattoos that had been flashed around enough every time he shifted and ripped out of his clothes, he had never been the clean and wholesome type. He slid a cigarette from the pack, stuck it between his lips and lit it. And anyone with keen enough vision would see that the lighter was, oddly enough, a baby pink zippo. So he was using a student's confiscated lighter. His last Bic had run out of fuel just before he'd left his room. He snapped the lid shut and slid it back into his pocket, taking a long draw and then exhaling the cloud of smoke that had clearly just come from his lungs. He loved being a werewolf sometimes. He could still enjoy the taste of an expensive cigarette, and cigars plenty, too, while also retaining undamaged lungs. He removed the filtered, paper-wrapped stick of tobacco from between his lips, rolling it idly between his thumb and middle finger while his index finger flicked against the filter. His mind moved on to other topics aside from a difference of style in teaching and dwelled instead upon Lara Locke, and just what had made her a target for the murderer. As he went over the things, he couldn't help but feel like he was missing something. And it was important, too. Possibly a clue to the identity of the murderer. His fingers raised that cigarette to his lips once again and he inhaled deeply, drawing the filter from between his lips and letting the cloud of smoke exit through his slightly flared nostrils as he looked into the distance.

19:52:25 [Emri] Ouch. He could feel the lash of her words like a physical slap across his face; he was certain, if given any need to do so, that an actual slap would follow shortly thereafter. Emri feigned an exaggerated look of hurt, " Your words - they hurt! Can't I just come, stop by, and have a couple of words with my favorite goalie? " Now that wasn't to say Emri wasn't entirely wondering what sort of wonder laid between her legs, but those certainly weren't his intentions. " Just saying hi. What's up? How've you been? Let's not make it weird, " he would further muse, again with a forced casualness behind it. His peers were always so tense and worked up. A shame it was so difficult just to have a word with a teammate, or classmate, without having to fear them wanting nothing more than in your pants, or, say, to murder you! But Emri wasn't a murderer, and seemed far too carefree to worry about sexing up all the girls.

20:06:09 Lara 's eyes rolled heavenward with disdain, but there was certainly a smile daring to quirk at her plus, rosebud lips. It wasn't so easy to smile after Saturday but sometimes, just sometimes, one or two broke their way through her misery and reigned victorious on her delicately carved features. “Fine, have it your way.” Obviously she had seen this young man around, hard to miss when you shared the same House and therefore common room, especially when both had fatefully landed themselves a coveted position on the undefeated Magnus Durusball team. Though in her last stint as goalie, she had perhaps been a little too overzealous and ended game in a rather violent, regrettable manner, there was no doubting that Lara had the speed, reflexes and concentration required of a goalkeeper. “Hi. Free period. Fine.” Those clipped answers, the smile and amused tone remained, only to end in a sweet purr as she struck up some conversation, “And yourself?” Interesting lass, this one. She stretched bare legs ahead of her, pointing her sneaker clad toes, and lifted her arms with a feline's grace. A quick, Mmf sounded as her slender limbs expanded and relaxed, and then she was settling back into her former position. “Oh look. Coach Blaze.” Lara couldn't help but to sound a little distracted when this quip left her lips. Yes, Coach Blaze, who guided the Magnus team to victory last year – apparently. She watched him as he lit a cigarette, oblivious to her presence, and gasped irritably. “That's my zippo!” It was pink. Baby pink. It was etched with Princess in hot pink, and even from this distance she could see it was hers. Lara thought she lost it in the forest.

20:07:42 Jake turned from watching Lara relaxing on the grass, conveniently so as she was approached by another hopeful or maybe just a friend. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden outburst from his house mate. “Do I look like the kind of guy who would have a type? Besides I’m already occupied for now right?” Putting an arm around her reassuringly, resting it on her shoulders to steer her away from the scene. He could be sweet when he wanted to be, although some would think the guy had latent potential for shifting with all the masks he seems to juggle, making it that much more difficult to label him. Whilst they walked, at first with no apparent destination they indulged in the idle chit-chat. “Hey! It’s not the goal that I am after. I just live for the chase, love a good game of cat and mouse.“ The yearning for a challenge was what kept a conquest interesting, not too hard but certainly not easy, a dangerous game playing with the hearts of those around him but to Jake it is all meaningless fun? Or so his marks have been lead to believe, trying to fill an empty space within? Now that was an entirely different matter. The sudden punch had earned the girl a startle jerk from the too-cool for school Jake, however he would certainly be the last one to laugh. “The Loch it is then, I hope you’re wearing your swimming costume because you’re going for a dip.“ Jake teased, with every intent to push the poor girl into the water the first chance he could get. “Wow, now that cheeky grin of yours could almost rival my own. You’ll soon see that I am tons of fun, so best get comfortable, you will want to stick around.“ Charmingly smiling and letting out a sly wink as they neared the loch.<e>

20:16:49 Sydney didn’t know that guy that well. He was always a year ahead of her, but by playing Durusball she had gotten to know some of the elder kids in school. Beside he wasn’t that different in age. Just one level above her. Her playful punch earned the reaction she’d expected and as such a smug grin remained upon her face, one of satisfaction for the time being as she trundled along beside him. Moving their way toward the Loch, the school became more distance, the sounds of such echoing in the background as nature took control. It was a decent walk and was spent with the idle chatter of two teens, having much in common mocking each other on a regular basis. “You are most definitely NOT throwing me in.” She commented to make a statement, her eyes taking on a fixed look of confidence that merely noted just what she said. It wasn’t going to happen. She could always shift if he did but she hoped he had a better plan that trying to toss her into a cold Loch. If not, she’d definitely have to repay him in some manner and thoughts were already spewing within her mind. “So tell me, Jake - what’s it like being you all day? Doesn’t it get tiring?” Sydney joked in a light hearted manner her eyes coming to rest upon the water ahead. The sound of gentle waves lapping at the shore made it peaceful. Serene. The fact they were alone wasn’t lost on her either, but there was no awkwardness for her. Not in the least - he was someone she had fun hanging around with. As for any kind of chase, it would depend if things stretched from friends to something else - if she suddenly came upon his radar for one of those girls he was after.. She would lead a good chase. One that would leave a male in a dizzying motion for quite some time. She didn’t give herself away so easily. People had to earn that spot with her and Jake was on the doorstep of several steps to climb. “I mean, with all the gloating, teasing, flirting and the like, how do you find time for your studies?”

20:17:40 [Emri] Continuing to dare a few quick glances at his most-recent companion, Emri finally spotted, even if barely, but nonetheless a smile. There. That didn't seem too difficult for the girl. As soon as she pointedly answered his two questions, clearly not meant to be answered, he let out a sudden laugh. He couldn't tell if she was being a bitch or attempting to be cute, but it was funny nonetheless. " I'm fantastic. Just enjoying the weather, and the company of my fabulous teammate, " he answered. His head arched forward again, and he briefly adjusted his sitting against the grass, running one hand up and back through his black hair. So long as it didnt interfere with what he could see, it would be fine in its untamed fashion. Hm? Coach Blaze. The name brought Emri's attention snapping to the particular teacher, and whether or not the man saw, he'd offer his coach a quaint nod of his head. Saying hi. " How'd he get your zippo? " the fifth-year abesentmindedly asked.

20:18:52 [Mila] : did as many students who weren't confined to study prison, did and spent her class of freedom in the sun – at least what classed as 'sun' in good ol' England. Rather than socialising by the fields or pier, this girl had chosen to seclude herself. Zerus Serum had the most irritating affect of forcing her to tell the truth whether or not the truth would hurt herself or others. Hadn't she just ended an Elixirs class with announcing to everyone that she was inexperienced? Mila could practically feel Candace Monroe sharing the news that Vienne was a frigid ice queen, and the laughter that would sound every time she did. Her cheeks burned, the colour complimenting exotic features while she bent to inspect the open tome that shared the stone bench she was seated upon. One leg was crossed in front of her, the other hung to side of the seat, her Mary-Jane dangling just out of reach of the ground. A veil of sleek brunette locks more or less shielded her face as she bent so, rendering the humiliation, anger and hurt she felt at Chase's cutting words. Forcing a deep breath to calm herself, slim fingers pushed her hair from her face. Who cares? Mila didn't care. She did care. Pouting sullenly at the blank notebook before her, that she was supposed to be filling on 'important information' all to do with the Elixirs class prior to this, the girl could only scoop up her pen, fiddle with it and set it down. Eventually she leant forward and marked into the page, Chase sucks. Mature, wasn't it? Dicks. Even better. Slender arms crossed over the swell of her breasts while she stared at the words for a length of time.

20:29:07 Lara arched a brow, her head canting while she called him out. “Liar.”</i> Then her head tilted, eyes pointedly focused upon the sky. “The weather is crap.” But not the company. What was Miss Locke, if not a legend? A legendary legend. It was well known that teachers could confiscate just about anything, but in a school where technology was more or less against the rules and the uniform strict, there was very little for the Professor's to take. The zippo wasn't something Lara would part lightly with, and it was all too true when she stated, “I don't know. He would have to pry it from my cold, dead hands to get it.” Oh yes, making a jest of her tryst with the Grim Reaper and casually throwing in a hint that would float right over the head of anyone who wasn't a Hex staff member, or that Shifter girl who was sworn to secrecy. God forbid the students be warned and offered the chance to act sensibly and carefully. But then, Lara who had seen Charlemagne's body with her own eyes, had continued to head into the forest with a masked boy alone that very week.

20:39:12 [Emri] Crap? " It could be worse. " The phrase spoke leagues, moreso than just about the weather. There was, or at least had been, something bothering Lara, but it could always be worse. Maybe she'd catch onto that. Maybe he was crazy. " Sounds a bit intense for just a lighter. Need another? " it was less of an actual question - he certianly wasn't going to find her a lighter among the black market of the school - as much as it was a statement. That zippo must have had quite the history behind it. A moment passed between her odd comment about her lighter and him suddenly standing, lingering at her side for a bit longer. There wasn't terribly much more to say, and he figured extending a welcome he was only barely given would pull out even more of a bitch from her. Emri wasn't going to stick around to see that. " Well, it really was a pleasure to talk to you, " he teased daringly, " I'll see you at practice. Maybe coach will give it back to you, then. " And with that last comment, less stopped, Emri began to turn and make his way back off along the grass. Finding someone else to the target of his attention.

20:40:23 [Jake] The walk to the loch had been relaxing, spending sometime outside of a stuffy classroom and in pleasant company. A great way for the pair to spend a free period, the flirting and teasing was simply a bonus. Staring out at the expanse of water they approached, it was quite a sight, some might even say romantic, certainly a great spot for a date but such had not been Jake’s intention. Sydney’s sudden outburst and protest had caused him to step away from her, turning to face her as he back-pedalled down to the edge. “Do you really think I would throw a poor defenceless girl into a cold lake? I’m much more of a gentleman than that.“ No he really wasn’t, he would simply need to bide his time and strike when she least expected it. Waiting for her to join him, he would pick up beach bound pebbles and toss them out across the water, watching with satisfaction as they soared effortlessly across the surface, finally landing with a splash. Sydney’s question had caught the lad off guard but right on queue he shot some witty remark which only hinted at the truth. “What is it like to be me? The best feeling in the world. Mischief and troublemaking all day everyday.” His answer had been enthusiastic and to some would sound incredibly genuine yet his eyes did not portray the same believability as his voice. “I’m not perfect. Shocker I know but I will let you in on a little secret.“ Leaning in close, his lips mere inches from her cheek, hot breath beating down upon her neck he would whisper. “I’m a try hard.“ And in that moment, as those words drifted from his lips, his hand traced up her back, the other nestled beneath her legs as he lifted her up and stampeded into the water, getting waist deep before he dropped her in. Sure he got wet in the process but it was worth it to see Sydney floundering up from her fall. “Someone looks a bit wet.“ He howled laughing.<e>

20:50:08 Lara agreed, “It could be.” It was clear that her mind was on something other than the weather, and with those jade eyes obnoxiously honing in on her zippo and the thief that had dared force her to part with it, one could only imagine what went on in Miss Locke's mind. “Mmm no. I think I'll just steal it back.” Yes, even as he rose and began to depart, Lara was coming to her feet and dusting the grass off of her pert rear and legs. What of it? As Emri continued to speak, she farewelled him with a simple, “It was. See ya.” No, Coach would give it to her now. It never occurred to her that she was yet to properly introduce herself and politely request his name, but the familiar face was already backing off and Lara was turned in the other direction, heading for a particular target. Hint: What the blazing hell was she doing? The Siren's step was made with a sway, limber and graceful with pure instinct, even when she moved swiftly and tried to conduct herself as intimidating and angry. She would never be the sought. Pausing behind Professor Blaze, the petite brunette placed those dainty hands on the perfected curves of her hips and directed her words to his back, “I want the world.” Willing him to turn, she purred sweetly, “I want the whole world.” There was laughter in her tone and though she longed to launch herself at him, Lara refrained in the public eye, “I want to lock it all up in my pocket. It's my bar -” No. “It's my lighter. Give it to me now!” Once he turned he would find the grinning little Miss with her hand extended, palm up. Even a murderer couldn't break her spirit. Too lively for too much misery, one could not douse a flame that burned so bright as Lara.

20:52:40 Sydney watched the male closely as he took her question and responded to it. The surrounding area being peaceful and quiet, the sounds of nature lapping against the shore, while trees in the distance swayed in a delicate balance of all things represented. It was almost a perfect spot for a date. Ideally if two lovers were to sneak some time away from the prying eyes of school, this indeed could be the perfect place to steal a kiss. Though, that wasn’t so much on Sydney’s mind as it was to what the man wanted to tell her. Inching forward, a curious and perplexed looked danced upon her beautiful features while she canted her head. Her body close to his, the sudden heat from him reared through her. Even though they were barely touching, she felt him being ever so close, his hand coming across and up her back sent a shiver down her spine. She inhaled momentarily, feeling butterflies swell within her stomach as his warm breath oozed against her neck, sending a ripple of delight through her - what was this? Why was she feeling this way? She fought it, but the moment was getting heady until she was suddenly picked up then doused into the loch, her whole body tumbling from his arms and going under into the lake. The chill was unexpected as she hit the water, the cool tepid notion of it spreading through her as she let out a gasp, along with a cry of frustration. “OOOOOH!.. YOU!” she near growled as she suddenly lunged forward toward the male, water moving for her as she aimed to put her hands against his shoulders, jumping forward while aiming to knock him off balance and plunged him into the water too, even if it meant she was atop of him. She was already wet. “I’ll GIT you for that I will! ..” she cursed, though in her mind it was kind of funny.

21:11:59 Chase` thought and thought and thought. He thought about Charlemange Quin. The night he had pulled Lara forcibly from the scene of the crime. He remembered back to the two male scents he had caught in that bathroom amidst the fresh blood and all the feminine scents. He remembered his very first conversation with the Locke girl. And just when he felt like he was on the cusp of gaining the clue that would solve this whole mystery, Lara's voice sounded behind him. He was still leaning over the fence as he heard her speak and he flicked the ash from his cigarette. He turned when she suddenly demanded her lighter back in that Verkua Salt manner. He leaned back against the fence and lifted the nearly smoked cigarette to his lips, took the last drag and then exhaled through his nose. He pinched the butt of the cigarette between his index and thumb, then flicked his middle finger back and forth across the cherry, flicking it to the ground and stepping on it. He pocketed the butt and drew out her lighter in the same motion, showing it to her, "Oh, you want this? Well, Veruka, I'm afraid that's not going to be possible at this time. Not only did you go about asking for it back wrong, I also don't have a lighter at the moment. Now you'll have to earn it back. You will meet me out by the equipment shed after dinner. I realized that it could use a little tidying, since we P.E. teachers tend to just push the equipment we use in a lesson through the front door and leave it. So, tonight, you will be spending your free time helping me move and organize everything in there." He pocketed her zippo and folded his arms over his chest, his brow arching as he watched her reaction.

21:13:59 [Jake] As far as he knew, Jake had no Siren bloodline and his mother had assured him of the strict ruling their family had when it came to mages. The effect he could have was simply the product of a piercing gaze, a charming smile and knowing just what to say. Upon leaning closer, he could feel her tremble at his touch, the quiver of her skin as he drew near, all signs that Jake was in control, oh how he loved being in control. Sydney’s reaction urged him on, his initial intention had been to distract the girl to pull her into the water, yet something more, an animal instinct which pushed the boy into advancing. Light kisses upon the neck and hands writhing about her body, it took a considerable amount of willpower to hold back. The time was not right, the stage yet to be set. Falling back to plan A, operation plunge. Sydney’s reaction was much more than satisfying, relishing in her frustrated cries but poor Jake had decided to celebrate too soon. A pounce from the soaked house mate had sent Jacob under, his open mouth met with the rush of water and a gasp for breath which would never come beneath the water’s surface. Splashing frantically in a less than flattering manner., he pushed himself up, using Sydney as a support, unknowing of how close the pair would seem to be upon his rise. Dark tufts flopped on to his face, framing his handsome and stubble lined jaw. Spluttering cutely he coughed. “Now that wasn’t very nice.“ Jake playfully attempted to push her back into the water, he didn’t intend to yet wanted to startle the girl, a tug of war emerging between the pair of whom would be the next to go under, that was until they came to a stand still. Smiling his steel grey eyes peering into her own. He would suddenly yell. “I can go the distance!“ The quote seemed out of place, surprised at his own outburst. <e>

21:14:46 Xan thought and thought and thought. He thought about Charlemange Quin. The night he had pulled Lara forcibly from the scene of the crime. He remembered back to the two male scents he had caught in that bathroom amidst the fresh blood and all the feminine scents. He remembered his very first conversation with the Locke girl. And just when he felt like he was on the cusp of gaining the clue that would solve this whole mystery, Lara's voice sounded behind him. He was still leaning over the fence as he heard her speak and he flicked the ash from his cigarette. He turned when she suddenly demanded her lighter back in that Verkua Salt manner. He leaned back against the fence and lifted the nearly smoked cigarette to his lips, took the last drag and then exhaled through his nose. He pinched the butt of the cigarette between his index and thumb, then flicked his middle finger back and forth across the cherry, flicking it to the ground and stepping on it. He pocketed the butt and drew out her lighter in the same motion, showing it to her, "Oh, you want this? Well, Veruka, I'm afraid that's not going to be possible at this time. Not only did you go about asking for it back wrong, I also don't have a lighter at the moment. Now you'll have to earn it back. You will meet me out by the equipment shed after dinner. I realized that it could use a little tidying, since we P.E. teachers tend to just push the equipment we use in a lesson through the front door and leave it. So, tonight, you will be spending your free time helping me move and organize everything in there." He pocketed her zippo and folded his arms over his chest, his brow arching as he watched her reaction.

21:25:22 Sydney was soaking wet to say the least. BY this point the chill of the water wasn’t even affecting her due to the numbing sensation that was spreading over her limbs from the water. The temptation to shift however was there - to just literally peel of her wet skin and put on a new dry one wasn’t far from her mind, -if- she had that power to go that far. But she didn’t. She could shift into animals of her choice. Even change her appearance, but getting a whole new skin, that was something entirely different. At least for Syd. She laughed out loud when he fell back into the water, the moment just perfect as she bent forward, her arm against her stomach as she couldn’t holdback the giggles. Mingled with the cold and the way her lips shivered it came out sounding rather funny, which only made her laugh all the more. That was until he began to push back. No way she was letting that happen again so she would indeed play tug of war with him, using her strength (which was quite powerful for her size and frame) to plough against him - effectively blocking him from competing the situation again. Though, it did leave her standing close to the male, the distance between them narrow, though she was too cold to truly notice at first. It was only when she spoke, did her eyes light up and her face cleared into the bright smile, despite chattering lips as she copied the man. She didn’t question what he said, she didn’t know why he’d said it. She had no idea what it meant, but most certainly it sounded good to shout out. “I can go the distance!“ Spoken in a mocking manner before starting to laugh again, shaking her head. “What the heck does that mean anyhow? Just what distance are you travelling?” her eyes questioned with her inherent gaze, the green hues of which settled upon the man, the distance between them still minimal. It seemed that even though they were both cold, their bodies gave of some heat and well, she wanted to be warm. “Don’t you think we should get out of the water?” She commented suddenly, realizing just where things had gone before, the kiss upon the neck, the touch he’d sought upon her -- the thoughts running through her mind. She’d almost lost track of them due to the water business, but the images and the remnants of his touch remained upon her. She had to struggle to push them aside.


21:33:23 Lara didn't quite appreciate being told no, but her smirk kept from faltering. “Oh?” So she'd earned herself detention for requesting the return of her own property? Property taken when she'd not even broken the rules? Corrupt! Hex was corrupt, there was no other explanation. “And if I refuse? What then?” She was testing his mettle, knowing that he'd grown far too soft on her, a student that was likely to get special treatment. Who knew, that all it would take to deflect that cursed, crooked finger of Professor Blaze, was to slip nearly to one's death in front of his eyes? At the rate the murderer was going, Xander would soon be the most favoured of Professor's, soft and sweet, letting just any misbehaviour go unchecked. In fact Lara would bet she could get away with... The girl turned on her heel, meaning to stalk off in the opposite direction – only she did not. Instead using her backward step for momentum, the leverage gave her just enough power to launch her petite form right at the mountain of granite that was her Physical Education teacher. She half launched herself at his side, limbs slipping around his head in a choke hold whilst her legs secured their grip about his torso to keep herself from the floor. Her attack was swift, out of no where, and perfected with all the grace of a Siren's precision. Never mind that she was clinging for dear life and assaulted his head with pulls and battering. Did Lara just tackle a Professor? In public? Headlock, and noogie-ing his head while shouting various things in French and English? “Lighter! Give it! Merci, Monsieur Blaze! Wha?” Oui. She did. Now, maybe Miss Locke had grown a little too big for those boots.

21:52:19 [Jake] One of the worst situations Jake could ever find himself in was getting wet. Aside from bathing purposes and the occasional pool party, he hated getting soaked. His aversion to water was not out of fear but simply seeking a form of sustained comfort and a part of that was about remaining dry. Today he decided to make an exception. Carelessness on his own part meant he would reluctantly take a dip too, his rise out of the water was less than stellar and hardly kept to the standards of his cool outlook. The less than subtle uttering of the phrase “going the distance” seemed to have been caught by Sydney, responding curtly with her own rendition. “It’s just a saying. A confidence booster to overcome any obstacle. A rule in what it is like to be Jake Connolly, nothing can stand in your way.“ Some literal truth was held in his words, if obstructed by a maze, he was more likely to burst through the walls than attempt navigating the paths. Jake held back the shivering as beads of forgotten water dribbled down his face, droplets forming on the tips of his fringe, dripping onto his nose. This would be the part where he would go in for the kill, lean in for that awaited kiss. You know how it would end laddy, save the dramatics for the other lassies. He wiped away a strand of hair from her face, almost watching her longingly before turning away. “Better get out of the lake, cold water doesn’t do any wonders for the downstairs if you know what I mean.“ Laughing he splashed out of the water, a less than elegant retreat before finding himself firmly on land. When Sydney joined him he would rest hands on her shoulders and uttered. “Stay still.” Stepping back, he focused. Weaving his magic, pulling on the puppet strings of nature, the previously gentle breezes became fierce winds, buffeting the pair of them and as quickly as the gale arrived it vanished. “I call that one the human hairdryer.“ The pair would be relatively dry, maybe a bit damp and certainly cold but the annoyances of being wet were swept away. Bringing his hands up to ruffle his hair, it flopped back down, tousled and messy but it worked for him. “Ready to head back?“<e>

21:54:37 Xan wasn't going soft. Oh no. His eyes suddenly hardened when she asked what would happen if she refused, "Then I will give you punishments gradually worse until you get the lash. Would you care to repeat that experience?" Mindful of his promise, he knew he would have to get another of the strapping P.E. teachers to give her the lashes. But he assumed that she was accepting her punishment seeing as she turned to stalk away but his eyes widened as she launched herself at him! Thus he was utterly unprepared to do something like put out his hand and stop her like a brick wall. That was why she manded to lock her arm around his neck and started giving him a noogie? Well, unprepared as he was, her momentum managed to drag him backward over the fence. Now, this would result in two things happen. One of them was certain, the other was probable. He was willing to bet she had thought she was the stoppable force against his immovable object. And thus when he fell backward, his bulky body would land on her lithe frame. That would be enough to drive the air from her lungs and make her lose her grip around his neck and would no doubt cut off her shouts. But even if it didn't, who did this girl think she was? He could flex his neck and get out of her hold. Thusly he would roll off her and push himself to his feet, setting his hands on his hips. Then he'd pat down the pocket that had her lighter in it, making sure it was still there before he stood over her, "And now you get the lash and the reorganization of the equipment shed with me later tonight." Oh yes. Well, that's what you got when you attacked a teacher. Even if it wasn't the kind of attack that could actually hurt them.

22:03:36 Sydney didn’t realize there was a kiss moment lost. She was far too cold to notice anything other than being cold at the current moment. Though, it was still nice to be in his presence, even though if he had started on the antics of tossing her into the water. She had managed to get him back and smug satisfaction played upon her face. She would stay still as he asked, unsure what he would do - obviously not trusting him completely at the current moment considering what had happened before. Though this time it was to weave his magic, the essence of search twirled around her in the blunt force of a gale. Her eyes closed as hair broke free of the bind from the ponytail, her hat already getting lost somewhere in the water earlier. She had barely noticed it was missing until now. Hand reaching to head, she could just imagine how fizzled her hair was though laughed at the thought. Not abashed or ashamed, but finding it rather funny. “I probably look like I’ve just been electrocuted..” She grinned, before staring out over the water. Her hate having gotten caught in the current was further out in the Loch now, most likely lost for good. She broke free her pony tail and let the mahogany strands dance around her tapered face once more, framing the perfect shape of her features and the adding a warmth to her due process. “Thanks Connelly - that does feel better..” Though her lips still chattered slightly, a blue tinge to them revealed just how cold she was. The shifter could shift, but then she’d end up with no clothes left to wear, and Jake had done a pretty good job on the drying part. “Yeah, lets go back. Looks like I lost my hat..” she shrugged. “What class do you have next? “ she questioned curiously, almost saddened that her free period would almost be over - time was never long enough. “Don’t forget we have practise tonight too, after classes.”

22:27:23 Jake admired his work, patting himself down and pleased with the result. Summoning strong winds was always risky, he had to make sure they didn’t pick himself up and anyone else in the area, once taxing but with constant use he found his abilities came to him with ease. It was when he directed his attention to Sydney that he fought back a laugh, a snigger erupting from his lips at the sight. The wind had managed to whisk her hair into something akin to an afro, something easily remedied but tickled his funny nerves. It would seem that when his intentions were good, Jake still managed to stir chaos, old habits die hard. “No, not at all.“ He tried to keep a straight face but it just wasn’t happening, lips caving into a wide white toothed smile. “Here, you can borrow it but be sure to give it back, it’s bloody freezing out here.“ Taking off his somewhat dry blazer, he nonchalantly handed it out to her. He half expected her to turn it down, perhaps thinking he was being too chivalrous but arrogance was followed by an annoying stubborn quality. “I have Hexes I think, I hope so. If I have to sit through one more math class I think I will explode.“ Finer arithmetic was definitely not his forte. When she mentioned that her hat was missing, he made a mental note. If ever he wanted to reopen these doors again, the hat would be key. Jake amused himself at his own diabolical scheme despite being completely harmless. “Come along cousin IT, the adams family are probably worried sick.“ And so the teasing began on their way back to the institute. <e>

22:37:35 Sydney wasn’t a girly girl about her looks, - she knew she could change them at will. She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed by her hair, but she did struggle to sort it out, using her powers though in the end to finally re-do her hair completely. Soon enough the shaggy mess was done away with, leaving those perfect mahogany strands to fall around her face, dry and clean, glossy in their looks. She did indeed accept the blazer from the male and shrugged it onto her form. It was too large, but with the bulk of the sweater she had on underneath it, it made her seem even more puffy and built up. Suffice to say the look was not sexy but it was natural. The girl wore little make up, being a shifter she didn’t need to. She preferred her natural state as it was as most people recognized her, knew her that way. Most of the shifting she did do was kept to animals. She loved to fly - to break free at night and circle Hex as much as she could, to see the surrounding landscape as far as she could. She could turn in to most animals she put her mind too, including smaller creatures - though too small was a difficulty she had yet to over come. Transfiguration would teach her better hold on such things over all. “Thanks for the jacket, but aren’t you cold?” She questioned, not entirely read to give the blazer back, but wanting to make sure he was okay. “I can make myself warm if I shift. If you need your jacket, just say the word. You don’t have to be a martyr and sacrifice yourself for me.” she grinned playfully as she kept in step with him, no longer having to listen to his teasing words about her hair. “I think I have transfig next. Then its lunch.” She noted almost to herself before she leaned in and punched him in the arm again playfully. “That was for getting me wet and for laughing at me. -- TAG you’re IT..” As she suddenly began to run, making her way up the hill from the Loch.

22:56:13 Jake nodded with satisfaction when she had taken his blazer. A sign that he was doing his job as a man. There were certainly times when Jake could be a dick, and more often than not his flirtations and inappropriate remarks would get him into a lot of trouble. Rare times sometimes arose, when he would do something nice just because he could but it wasn’t something people should get used to. “I’m fine, you need it more than I do.“ Jake proclaimed, as if he had to defend his manhood against invisible accusations. “ I wouldn’t get too comfortable with that though, soon as these chills come back I am going to need that blazer.“ Well that was nice whilst is lasted. At the mention of lunch, his stomach let out a tiny defiant growl, like a lion cub trying to roar for the first time. “Just one more lesson and then I am golden. A trip to the kitchens might be in order.“ Turning up late to class was like signing a death sentence, you may as well just skip if you’re not there on time. It was during his lamentations of what he could swipe from the kitchens that he was interrupted by the familiar jab to the arm and Sydney dashing ahead. Tagged, uphill running and class starting soon…challenge accepted. With that he would dash after her, long legs pounding the grass as he ran. He had distance over her but she was fast and a job wouldn’t suffice to capture her. For once he exerted some effort, Jake rushing ahead, with arm outstretched, he patted her blazer clad back and announced. “Tag!“ Unluckily for him she was in the position to simply turn around and tag him back, not a smart move Jakey boy.<e>

23:04:35 Sydney ran like the wind. And she could run too. Her body moving up the hill, her strong toned legs pushing her way despite the incline. It felt -good- to run. It warmed her body as the blood began to spread through her once more and her heart be