Post by Mila on Dec 2, 2012 13:14:11 GMT -5
20:28:47 Giselle Well, at least she wasn’t crying, in fact she was showing her a cool pixie trick! Making a soft noise she’d sit fully on her knee’s inching close as the blonde urged her closer “Fae or Earth Mage?” She asked softly, they had a different connection to the Earth, right? Giselle knew there was magic, but the tree’s weren’t getting the voices of grandparents or dancing to any Christmas musical numbers. No tree beard. “Nature very rarely terrifies me.” A confession from a teenager “Unless it’s a shark, I’m not a fan of sharks.” Nor would she like to shift into one, either. Not that she could, she was still trying to master a second form without deforming it into her first, at the mention of Giselle weeping she’d smile broadly, it was sarcasm, initially but that was all right. “It’s just so beautiful.” She said softly, closing her eyes and giving a slow nod to her head “Do you like Lord of the Rings?” Giselle asked as the reeds seemed to unfurl upwards, C
20:28:54 Giselle C upwards, releasing an odd type of heat “I’m a hobbit fan myself.” Another confession. Oh, she believed in a lot, one had too when they could take the form of basically anything in the world— alter their own appearance, whatever it may be. Having sat in silence for several minutes as Trix wove her magic and brought up through the earth in a very fairy like display. After the silence she’d look back to the blonde “I’m Giselle.” A soft introduction “It’s nice to meet you.” Holding her hand out to the girl a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
20:39:44 [Trix] Simple vines weaved their way around the girl, caressing and subjecting her to nature’s touch. Regardless that five minutes ago Trix was in tears, her heart having been broken over the cruel words that Xan had spoken. Her memories assuaged by that of her family when her Mother had died, Xan had managed to bring back ten-fold the things her Father had said. In grating it into her soul. But cry before another. She would not do. No, instead of focusing on her own pain. Her own hurt, she had managed to bring a light out in Giselle. To show her that Earth and it’s realities were not always set in stone. Both as Fae and as Mage, she was able to guide the vines to give light and love, tiny flowers of white, petals so rich and scented to fall around the fifth year so that the delight could be seen within Giselle’s eyes. Trix would not focus on her --
20:39:47 [Trix] own hurt. Or the pain that tore inside. She would not skim upon the fact she felt so alone. So empty - always doing things for others. That she felt so awkward around the best of people, even though they included her in their schemes. No - she would focus on showing Giselle a World that could exist so that all the memories and thoughts the fifth year had would come true. Slowly though, she pushed herself to stand. The woolen hat atop her head, the heavy coat around her small frame, hair blowing intently in the wind as streaks of blond captured the breeze. “You should really go inside now, Giselle..” Trix commented, focusing on the girl, the younger female. “I don’t want you to be caught out before curfew. Trust me. You do not want Mr. Blaze to catch you. He.. “ she paused momentarily. “He holds a wicked hand..” She exhaled slowly as a frost --
20:39:58 [Trix] breath of air escaped her lips. Eyes alight by the magic she wielded the tiny vines and such slowly began to dissipate. What was a beautiful scene came to an end. “I would you not get in trouble for me.’ She smiled in that oh so lovely smile of hers as she glanced toward the Courtyard. “But if you ever need anything, Giselle, you have only to ask for Trix. And I will be there. I will help you however I can. Just no mention of this night to others. “ She spoke, the statement given. Trix would not let it be known she was in tears at some point. No one ever saw her in such a light. No one ever would.
21:03:43 Jer has a bit of an addiction problem. He might claim the issue to be in handling and image, or he might just as equally tout its use in his visions. Either way, the fact he denies is that his body has grown accustomed to the nicotine fix. His last smoke (truly a cigarette, despite what some believe) was on commencement day - in effect, his last day to get away with anything. He hasn't attempted to sneak another since. Combined with how cooped he's been as of late - studying, working, researching - the urge to light up again has compounded significantly. Obviously in a reform school where unseen eyes linger everywhere, the longer he can stave off the temptation, the better. Thus, he's got to do whatever he can within his power (and, ideally, within the rules) to distract his mind and body from the habit. For reasons even he doesn't fully understand once arrived, he's head out of doors to let the shock of frigid air numb his nerves. A miniscule twitch at his left eye unacknowledged, he chooses a random path of
21:03:47 [Jer] least resistance into the surrounding grounds of the Institute. Without a better idea, he figures a short bout of wanderlust outside will do him some good (and return him before lights out). Unfortunately, it isn't long before holes become punched in this impromptu plan. He's quick to cross his arms in a bid for core warmth and, dumbly he realizes, his visible breath only makes him want to actualize the reason why he exhales like that - slightly puckered.
21:24:09 Giselle Trix? Giselle would have to remember that. The flowers did smell nice, if only tickling her sinuses like they did, but it was a lovely sight, but it wasn’t Giselle who needed the hand up, it was this girl— it was obvious however, it wasn’t really Giselle’s business to tell her that. If the Fae-Mage wished to show her what the Earth felt, the Shifter was just fine with that. Severely underdressed for the November weather as the girl stood and Giselle soon after, shorts, t-shirt and grossly not sweating anymore, which meant those curls were not stiff and frizzy, oh, ick. Only then did the chilly air poke at her bared knees, how scandalous— and still gross because this was not how she was suppose to meet someone new, granted that person shouldn’t also be upset but that just seemed to be luck of the draw. At the mention of going inside she’d arch a brow before giving her head a shake and a look of sympathy “Oh, honey no,”
21:24:34 Giselle C Giselle began “You won’t be getting me in trouble, I’m out here of my own accord and Mr. Fifty Shades of Grey can punish me how he thinks I should be. Don’t you worry about me, all right?” Words of encouragement, Giselle was her own person, her own thoughts and if she had enough common sense to help a crying girl in the grass then that was her own choice, it wasn’t like Trix pinned her down with those frilly little vines in hopes she’d indulge, all of it was free will. “Well Trix, thank you for the show, and cheer up.” Some advice from one girl to another— younger or not “Things are always bad before they’re good, you know?” She’d lean down slightly to brush the dirt from her knees, further causing a more un-lady-like grunt from her lips, how very unsightly she must look right now, oh the horror! Nodding her head with a purse of her mouth she’d incline her head to the Fae “Same goes for you.” Shaking her head in sympathy again she’d smile C
21:24:40 Giselle C “I don’t think you need to worry about that, all right?” All right. And with that blessing the now chilly Shifter would have begun making her way back, trotting over uneven plot land, getting grass stuck in her Coco Chanel socks— these stupid things were expensive, even if they looked like she got them at Wal-Mart. Hopefully the pixie girl would cheer up, mean teachers were like, mandatory in the school, it wouldn’t be school without them. Upon her journey back to civilization and her dorm… where her pajama’s and latest novel of unrealistic romance was waiting she’d stumble across another student— a male, with his arms tucked under and strolling about “Lost?” She’d call out, canting her head at him. Just seems like all the wild students were wandering in the tall grass today.
21:28:57 Kyran leapt, first his front feet, then his hind clearing the low stone wall with inches to spare. His muscles coiled and sprang long again beneath a smooth coat of yellow gold and black spotted fur as he landed and raced on without a hitch. Slitted gold eyes in a broad feline face and a mouth gapping open to reveal a pearly set of jagged teeth completed the exotic image of a cheetah dashing along the edge of the forest. At this pace he was little more than a blur, an orange and black comet tearing up the turf as if at any moment he might actually lift off and fly. His lungs heaved, pumping air to fuel his lean muscles to more speed even as his heart threatened to burst with the effort. It felt good to feel that burn, the cool fire of icy air in his shifted lungs. It had been a while since he'd pushed himself in this form and it felt different. The strain was nearly the same but his body felt as though it could go on forever, or simply fail trying. There wasn't the same desire to cut out as there was when he-
21:29:30 [Kyran] ran on two legs, this, this felt effortless. Still, these speeds took their toll and soon the streamlined cat loped to a halt, ribs heaving in and out with such force that each bone stood out in detail on the inhale. And then there was no more cheetah, but a boy sporting the same leanly muscled athletes physique, kneeling in the grass and panting. He wore the school sweats and plain white sleeveless undershirt, his hair line was damp with sweat and pearls of moisture seemed to make his bare shoulders glisten in the failing light. He knelt for a moment, waiting for the point when each breath would cease to feel like needles in his throat and then gradually climbed to his feet and began to stretch. His skin, sweat cooled would no doubt feel icy to the touch but inwardly he still felt like he was running hot, overheated even. He could hear voices nearby but for the moment minded his own business, simply completing his evening training.
21:31:35 [Trix] The cool air around her was barely noticed, though with her warm coat that was slapped with a crest near her left breast and the almost Rastafarian hat atop her head, she would barely feel much. Hair was bundled up within her hat, save a few loose strands that dangled down around her face, the blond of which light up under the light of the moon overhead. The rising light was soon adding a fixture to the surroundings of the school, giving a way to allow students who remained outside a reason to stay. It wasn’t curfew yet. In fact it was not close, though with the darkening of days and increasing of nights darkness soon settled over the land. Trix was left outside, her body rose as she felt and inhaled the coolness of the air. She was left alone and in a way she enjoyed it. It was a moment to sit. To dream. To imagine. She was happy in the empty space around her. Far from the near break down she was going to have. Whatever Xan had tried to do to her --
21:31:38 [Trix] was gone. Washed away with an attempt to make someone else happy. Hands in pockets, she slowly rose to stand, stretching her form in a catlike manner before she began to turn. Giselle was already gone, heading off and Trix was far beyond as she maneuvered her way through the coldness. Step after step, she carried herself forth toward the Courtyard, but stopped just short of the location. Coming across that of a standing man (why did he seem so familiar to her?) and Giselle. Leaning against the wall, she remained as she was - was she ready to deal with another? Perhaps not. Regardless, she rested her head against the stone, expelling a breath of air, only to peer around to catch sight of the male with the cigarette. It was Jeremy. The one she had to get a gift for. She knew nothing about him, but she’d been watching him the night before. He was the mystery man she was longing to find more about. Though there was something else. Another --
21:31:49 [Trix] sound which the well defined Fae Mage would grasp upon as her gaze wandered toward the field, catching sight of Kyran. Working out. Practising. It would seem most students were out and about tonight.
21:48:48 Jer was indeed strolling about at a slow pace, meandering with no destination or course in mind, nibbling idle on the inside of his cheek as his gaze poured through the earth immediately before his feet. He didn't even wear a deep look of contemplation about him; his countenance was more blank than an inward reflection and more distant than a careful consideration. So, all in all, her word choice was a very reasonable one. Lost? Those eyes like a dapper sky lift and scout for the unexpected voice. And, once they land their quarry, Jeremy actually has to double-check to be sure he's the one addressed out of the blue. "Pardon?" he starts, a meaningless filler word before his broken reverie is cleared and his brain all caught up. "Oh. No," he harps a crooked smile, coined like a reassurance. "...Are you?" His return question is likely a joke. But given the type of space cadet he's often known to being, one can't wholly be certain he isn't being serious or awkward instead. It may be worth mentioning here
21:48:52 [Jer] that, even though a seer of the future, he wouldn't have noticed the underdressed (or overdressed by pricetag) girl if she hadn't spoken up. Having said that, there's no way he's has a notion of other students in the vicinity. Hell, he'd sooner wander into shifter and were hangout spots by utter carelessness too.
21:59:27 Kyran rolled his shoulders inward spreading his scapula beneath his muscles in a way that provided a pleasant stretch before pinching them back to do the same for his chest. First one arm, then the other was pressed up and back, then across his chest as he walked back toward the school. His sweatshirt was scooped up in passage, popped off the ground where he had tossed it with a practiced flick of his toe and caught up by a deft hand. He was squirming into it when he noticed Trix ahead. "Hey goldy locks!" He purred, perhaps channeling his earlier form as he neared her. That moon bright hair had been a dead giveaway and he had been seeing enough of her these past weeks to recognize her at a distance now. "What'cha up to? Planning to chart the stars?" Because of course she had to have an academic reason for being out here. A few other students he recognized only in passing were chatting a ways off but he seemed to consider them part of scenery as they had yet to enter his circle. He considered Trix a moment-
21:59:42 [Kyran] then frowned slightly. "Oh hey, sorry I kinda spaced your casting practice. Rain check?" Blood from his run had flushed his cheeks and his breaths came a bit fast but his eyes were bright as ever, seeming to catch and hold every stray glimmer of light. He did feel a bit bad about forgetting that he said he would help her, but he had done just that, simply got stuck at practice and forgot.
22:07:32 Giselle Well, she couldn’t have been too far, her trail having been mixed up a smidge with her encounter with the Fae Girl, not that it was too much of a problem, but she no longer had the proper amount of energy to skip back to whence she came just to get warmer, albeit the chill was pretty frigid. Now, for the male whom she had addressed— which felt more like the two were yelling at each other over a deep canyon rather than speaking no more than a few good feet away. Was she lost? As though unsure she looked around, a brow quirked in response, mouth folding into a firm line before looking back to the male “I think so, too much grass for me to determine anything.” An almost just as quick response to the male. How ironic for him, she was a Shifter… but she didn’t exactly prefer to be hanging out in the grass, it was kind of itchy and thus wished she’d been clean if she was running into every student under the… well moon now that the sun had set. “Happens to the best of us with no direction.”
22:07:37 Giselle A quirk to her mouth, firmly set and hands tucked into the crook of her body, trying to defy the chill that darted along her spine, raising the hair on her arms.
22:12:48 [Trix] Her form was pressed against the wall. Her body still as she lingered on the outside peering in. She was afraid to burst into the now. She didn’t want the one she was getting a gift for to see her. Trix was not aware he knew already. There was no reason for her to know. But, as time would stand, she began to move, knowing from now he was inadvertently locked up in a conversation with someone else. Her blond hair skewed by the wind would dance around her face as hands in pockets she would pass by. Moving slowly, steps carried lightly as the Fae came upon the conversing two. Giselle and Jeremy speaking to each other. This was her chance to get to know another. To get to understand the male she had to buy something for. It was her chance to but in, but that wasn’t Trix’s way. She felt suddenly awkward as she stood there for a --
22:12:52 [Trix] moment peering toward the two. Eyes of blue landing in an intriguing moment upon Jeremy, though it was in sight of the fact he was already busy with Giselle. Of course - it was the perfect opportunity for her to capture the male.. See something from the outside and yet.. A voice called to her. A sudden yet familiar sound as she paused in courtyard, blond hair askew in the wind under her hat, hands punched into the pocket of her jacket as she seemed suddenly surprised by the furor of Kyran. “Oh hey! “ she called, trying to be the ever so polite female she was. “It’s okay. Really. I get it. Things happen..” She would not show hurt, or betrayal - in fact tonight had given her a lesson of pain she wasn’t ready to deal with. Xan had laid into her in a way that felt worse that the whip but Trix would not let that shadow her favor with others. “Really, we can do it another time. “ As her gaze caught toward Jeremy and Giselle.. This wasn’t working out --
22:13:02 [Trix] how she wanted it to be. She just wanted to know the other male to get him the right gift. Why she cared so much was beyond her.
22:28:40 Jer can't quite seem to place why or where, but he thinks he recognizes the brunette. Maybe he's passed her in the halls at some point in the past. Maybe he sits right next to her in a class this term. Maybe this is the first time they've ever met and he's only seen her in vision. Point is he can't remember, an admittedly typical occurrence for one whose brain tends to feed him more than he can possibly retain. Heaven forbid if she knows his name - because he certainly doesn't know hers. "Yeah," he cheaply agrees with her, pursing a visible breath of a chuckle onto the night air. "Institute's back, uh," he cranes a look over his shoulder and adjusts the point of his finger in real time, "...that way." Recalling his sights to her, he offers a cordial smile and bunched shrug. "Good thing I weren't lost too, eh? That'd a been a situation." He tarries on that comment, letting it die flatly, before he clears his throat and allows the prodding thought to come forward (assuming, of course, that she hadn't
22:28:44 [Jer] already thanked him and run off). Stepping forward, he asks. "Are you a new...?" His inquiry thus trails off, but not for a lack of words. Instead, his gaze had shifted to attach to another's movement, another's approach. In a moment of truth, he was minutely shocked to recognize her as Trix. After all, they'd never spoken before; and yet this secret santa event and the dinner previous had set up an oddball set of expectations in the seer. In that second, he felt hunted. The Tritus Captain bursting onto the scene is practically a Godsend of fortune. And Jeremy, with his gaze still over there and his conversation with the brunette completely derailed, subconsciously sidesteps to put the goalie in between him and them. Appropriately, now is a good time to remember she's there, right in front of him. His line of sight drops to her again, at first rather disconnected in spirit, then inevitably expectant for that answer to his half-said question.
22:33:04 Kyran 's frown deepened slightly at her protest. She was always so nice, it seemed like even if he did upset her she would never let it show. "uh Yeh, tomorrow maybe?" He was sort of testing the water, trying to figure out how she really felt about his broken promise. Hell maybe half the time she didn't even let herself feel those negative emotions. His dad was like that, he was so bent on keeping up his mask of stoicism that Kyran was convinced he simply buried his emotions too deep to dig up. But, then again Trix was not quite the same. She was just too empathetic, always trying to help others. And tonight for once he thought something was just a bit off kilter, like her voice was just barely concealing something deep and aching. He wouldn't press though. Emotions, especially girls’ emotions were outside his comfort zone so instead he followed her gaze to the source of her distraction. "ah, well. I'll leave you to it" He smirked, his tone teasing as he took a measure of the lanky fifth year and the girl speaking-
22:33:30 [Kyran] to him. He didn't really know either but had of course seen them around. He tipped his chin upward slightly, acknowledging them should they look his way and grinned. "Nice night ain't it?" He called a bit louder to indicate he meant it for Giselle and Jer. Of course it wasn't a nice night, it was going on frigid now, and wane moonlight was doing nothing to change that. He was nothing if not sarcastic. Kyran was cooling down rapidly and he didn't much feel like catching a chill so he gave an off handed wave and headed for the school. "Catch ya later Trix. Promise! I mean it this time." He was grinning, walking backwards with his hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched against the chill. Then he turned a broke into a run.
22:48:59 Giselle There could be about a dozen of brunette’s in the school, she, of course was a face a thousand in the magical school. Brown hair, after all was quite common trait among 70% of the world’s population, it was quite possible they had a class together, it was high school. Luckily for him she did not, in fact know his name. In fact she hadn’t really seen his face until this meeting— boys were a pleasant distraction, something she couldn’t afford aside from brief greetings. A brow would quirk at the whisper of a laugh as he indicated back to where he had been walking from to where the institute stood. Tilting herself to the side she’d peer ahead of her “Over there you say?” She asked dumbly “So the school hadn’t moved from my evening jog? Good to know.” Giselle replied dryly before offering a slow quirk of her mouth, bemused. This time it was her turn to offer a small laugh “Or we’d all have to fend off the bears, or heaven forbid a teacher for survival.”
22:49:06 Giselle Chances are the teacher would get them before the bear, but the bear would certainly be the kinder of options. Was she new? Pressing her lips together in thought she’d cant her head “Kind—” Looking up to make the appropriate eye-contact, as it was a polite thing to do she’d catch the male staring up and ahead, distracted. Perplexed she’d turn around to see Trix, the girl she’d briefly spoken to beforehand head over before she too, was distracted. Looking back to Jeremy she’d pipe up “Do you know her?” Watching the boy shift his weight before directing his attention back to her, she had the deepest urge to thank him for his attention. Opening her mouth to speak she heard a voice being carried over, looking back she’d offer up a beaming smile “It’s not cold at all!” Even though it was and she was getting red and poufy all over. “A few weeks new.” Responding initially to his first question before the wall of distractions seemed to be built up around them.
22:53:25 [Trix] It was as if every moment she had stood by came crashing around her. Xan had beat her with his words. Knocked her down and brought back memories of her Father’s lack of love. Of his hatred toward her. Of his punishing her for her Mother’s death. Tonight had been a roller coaster for Trix and in turn, she’d ran away outside. Letting her body meld with the Earth to feel something anything. She had done so much for others. Always giving her time. Always helping, always sacrificing what she had in sake of her own cares, her own feelings that she could no longer feel things on her own but when she did, it knocked her out of the part. Had she known her secret Santa felt hunted, she would have stopped. And in some way she did. She was stalking the male and it came to her in a flash of moments. As much as she needed to know the man, she --
22:53:31 [Trix] wasn’t going about it the right way. God forbid he felt encompassed by her. Though her position tonight was far beyond fixed or planned. It was purely coincidence that they landed outside in the courtyard. Of course he’d think otherwise, for she knew he was a seer. In fact, it was no doubt in her mind he saw her coming. Saw her actions ahead of time. In fact, he likely knew she had him as a gifted. Yet there was still something domineering about the man that made her want to impress upon him in some ways. Like that darkness one reached for yet was just beyond the touch. Her eyes landed once more on Kyran as the male began to dart off. “Wait! You don’t have to leave so quickly.. Do you?” She didn’t want to be left suddenly alone. She didn’t want to be left behind - though what she wanted was beyond her at that moment. She was --
22:53:42 [Trix] needy, but wouldn’t admit it. Xan’s words, his actions, his tone had sent her into a reel of emotion that cried to be touched. She ached for something inside - an awakening of sorts. Though she was too late. Kyran had ran off and left her alone. Out in the courtyard while others spoke. She was… out of place. But, she inhaled sharply. Not wanting to just give in. Not wanting to just give up and walk away. She wasn’t ready to go inside yet. She wanted to be free. To cry out into the cold night and just see where it got her. She wasn’t hunting. She wasn’t out doing anything that would capture the imagination of others. She was just being herself. A moment in the moonlight as she stood there, abandoned and solitary. But she stood her ground. It was all she could do at a time like this.
23:13:44 [Jer] "Or a teacher who is a bear..." he steadily responds, his tone nearly dripping morose if not for the rescue quirk of a half-smile to ease the idea. Now deep in the distraction, he echoes back the question he hears close at hand. "Know 'er...?" At length, those two words get farther than his tongue and actually arrive at his buried brain. "Oh. No, just... Not really." As disjointed as the answer is, it'll have to suffice as the full truth. It's then that Jer only so happens to notice Kyran's token of greeting before the spoken jest, eyes meeting across the way solely because the seer's line of sight is one straight axis of faces. A shallow smile and similar up-nod is cast in reply, yet to no great avail: the DBaller is leaving just as quickly as he'd arrived (cheetah speed notwithstanding). Such a distractible gaze is allowed to follow the sixth year for a short moment, the seer no doubt cursing how brief his housemate's interruption had been. Still, when his pale blues touch upon Trix on their way back, he
23:13:47 [Jer] feels an unexpected pang of guilt. Guilt? He'd had nothing to do with that. Yet her manner now affects him, and he takes a leap of faith to wave at her. In the right (moon)lighting, he might even look a pinch apologetic, though for what slight is anyone's guess. Nevertheless, he's reeled front and center in all good time, his gaze duly floating down to the kind of new student. "Ah, no wonder," he pipes, quite cordial again in voice. "First year then? Bloody bad timing to come 'ere now if you ask me, what with the--" A notable hitch jilts his sentence. "The suicide an all."
23:35:28 Giselle Well, at least something managed to penetrate the distraction he’s found himself. His sputtering response gave this girl another idea on the two, but she wouldn’t pry nor would it be her business. It was high school, this kind of thing was bound to happen. Either way when attention was directed back to the dry conversation the two had been having— the Seer’s business and shy wave having been taken care of, Giselle would tilt her head, squinting “Oh right…” She’d heard about it, the suicide, awkward time for new students. “Well, unless suicides are a usual thing here I don’t think I’ll have a problem. Unless someone curses me, I’m out past curfew, or do something someone doesn’t like, you know, the usual when attending a magical school for deviants.” Whichever happened first, if it happened, preferably not because she honestly didn’t think being hexed, cursed or even dead would be an appropriate look for her. “So any particular reason you’re out and looking like you’re about to freeze?” Aside from probably freezing already, like she was and even close to mimicking shuddering pose.
23:42:18 [Trix] She caught his wave. It was slight and barely noticeable, yet it was intractably felt as her eyes landed upon the male, her brows perplexed in confusion as to why he’d even bother her with such an action to begin with. However, she would wave back, her lips that bright smile responded, regardless of what was felt within. She didn’t know how not to be happy, even when the occasion didn’t serve as such. Regardless of his attention though, she was still alone under the moonlight, out beyond the school premises and before curfew. She felt the need to run. To take off her clothes, to feel the ground beneath her, to lay in the path of grass and let it unwind her spirits to give her strength for the morrow. Trix was always so bound by laws. Inextricably given into to binds of nature, of beings of others that she couldn’t truly be what she wanted. ---
23:42:24 [Trix] But that all served for naught as she realized that being creepy meant being on the outside. She didn’t want to interrupt the speaking of a new friendship. She didn’t want to break down the walls that were building. She truly would just be in the way, despite the friendly wave and it left her astute for the moment as to what exactly to do. Though, Trix wasn’t one to be pushed away either. She’d been left alone tonight on numerous occasions, all the while wanting to scream out into the force of nature that compelled her to be who she was. So she stepped forth, with intrepid care as she made her way toward the two some. Her heart beating in her chest, swallowed again on occasion as she breached their conversation. Her wool hat covering the strands of her hair that were piled up underneath. The Rastafarian style fitting with her nature, while the coat of navy, (school colors) abound her body to keep her warm. “Hey…” She spoke, feeling suddenly stupid. --
23:42:37 [Trix] Suddenly out of place. “I didn’t want to make it seem like I was spying or lurking around you guys..” She tried to laugh as azure hues light up under the shining light of the moon. Her form meandered as she raised the light of her body, the subtle glow to her that illuminated who she as. It would give off heat, allowing it to spread among those who were outside, while the natural temperature immediately around them would also give in. She could meld the Earth. Meld the moment, and grasses and the like would rise to give the other two a more heated conversation, while her body also give of the heat to match. “I hope I’m not interrupting..” she commented, feeling though like she already was. “It just you two looked so cold..“ her words ended, her gaze going from Giselle then toward Jeremy. “I might say it’s time to go inside.. I can only heat for so long..” She smiled. Yes she had interrupted. Yes she had given into the moment, but she --
23:42:48 [Trix] couldn’t stand to see others hurt in some way. If she could help she would. And in this case, she had offered what she could. “I’m Trix by the way.. Beatrix Ellery.. “
00:08:44 Jer wouldn't say suicides here at Hex are usual. However, with the types of punishment that can be dished out by peers and faculty alike, suicides aren't exactly unusual either. Having already been in attendance for four years, this isn't the first one he's heard of. Unfortunately, he (and likely a few other seers) hold a tentative opinion about the so-told events of that horrendous night. "Yeah," he initially agrees with her plan, light-hearted and everything, until he realizes he shouldn't. "Uh, well, jus don't take anythin ta 'eart," is about the best advice he can give there. (Eventually she's bound to be hexed, in trouble, and/or scorned for a trivial slight.) "Oh, do I?" he then says, his mouth sparked to a humored smile as he takes stock of his own body language. He hadn't even noticed how tight his shoulders were or how he clenched his arms in their cross. He immediately relaxes to remedy that, even shaking his arms loose to instead shove his hands into his pockets. "I was jus... I needed the
00:08:49 [Jer] fresh air," he responds, tossing in a couple reaffirming nods to convince at least one of them. Before he can ask about her own actions (that inevitably got her lost) they're treated to the blonde half-fae's company. Though slightly torn on the matter, the Somerset boy more relieved than otherwise. After all, the way she'd been hovering apart from them was less favorable. His soft features are amiable right off the bat, and he doesn't shun her mild interruption. Her subtle warming of the area was a nice touch to the subconscious, though. "Nah," he answers her polite concerns with a friendly shrug of a shoulder. "Trix... yes," he slowly digests her introduction while his sights momentarily reach to the stars, as if he'd just searched his memory in order to confirm her name. He should have just acted like he didn't know. Realizing this and mentally scrambling into damage control, his gaze dives upon them like a hawk and he pipes up before a lull settles. "Right, sorry, I didn't get yer name either," he directs
00:08:53 [Jer] to his previous company. "I'm Jeremy, or Jer," he offers between the two of them. Very smartly, he stop himself before mentioning something along the lines of 'but you already knew that' to Trix.
00:28:20 [Trix] She did know it. Of course she did and a guilty look passed her features. But she wasn’t one to hold back. “I know who you are..”she conceded with a few simple words. “I’ve helped several of your co-mates with their studies, tutoring them. So I know you in passing, let’s say… “ She gave in a swift response, covering up her own actions as to the play. She was awkward in that moment, though she never left it show as the warmth continued to emanate from her body, though Giselle soon takes her leave after introducing herself. The action alone leaves Trix with Jer, -- and it wasn’t anything she planned. It was a situation that had occurred. She felt suddenly awkward. Like not knowing what to say, what to do - though there was no reason for it. She as a year ahead of the male. Trix stood to tutor him in some way if he needed it. It was what she did for all levels. “You know who I am, don’t you?” She blurted out, with little else to say. Not wanting to put him on the line, the question was there and indubitably ---
00:28:33 [Trix] needed to be spoken. As if an edge between them had to be broken. It was awkward and Trix felt that. Though why, was beyond her. It could only be because he knew she had him as her secret santa gift. Maybe he figured it out. He was a seer after all. Which bore the question that next came out of her lips as Giselle disappeared. “I know you’re a seer, but how much of this.. Of what I say. What I do are you able to see as I speak it? I don’t know your power. Though I wish I understood it. What is it like to know things .. To see things before they happen? Doesn’t it ruin the essence of a surprise?”
01:01:50 Jer hadn't expected Trix to come right out and admit she knew him (or at least knew of him). Alas, it's the given explanation that actually surprises him further, instilling an iota of unsure suspicion into the matter. A strange trend has been resurfacing again and again in these starting weeks and he keeps meeting people who have heard something about him. Regardless of the validity as to what, he swiftly puts together one possibility of what the sixth year could have heard. The epiphany hits him like a smack upside the back of his head. "Ohhh," he suddenly panics and/or bemoans. "No, that's--" Unhelpfully distracted by Giselle's swift escape, he finds himself left alone with quite the mess. "Whatever ya 'eard, it's..." Gravely thinking that one of his housemates had gone and gabbed - to her face - that Jer's got the hots for her or something, he stumbles over how to handle this confrontation now. Halfway lucky, she prods the conversation onwards, taking him out of the pan but only arguably out of the
01:01:55 [Jer] fire. She digs for the truth, whether he knows her or not. With a slow wince, he proves he isn't quick enough to lie. "Yeah... somewhat." That wince sentimentally evolves over time, growing apologetic, and then downtrodden, and finally back to norm as her curiosity becomes plain. "Of this? Nothin..." he admits. But to explain the element of surprise, he feels he needs to explain some first. "Fer me, there're... two types. Seein random stuff all the time, that's by chance. Sometimes it's nothin ta do with me. They could be hap'nin in there, right now," he says, pointing back to Hex, "with me 'ere. But the other kind, when I actually look?" He makes a light roll of a shrug. "Yeah, I s'pose then it's my own fault ruinin the surprise." Without explicitly confessing that he knows she's his gifter, the question remains: how much has he actually seen of their secret Santa exchange?
01:37:17 Trix had heard nothing or rumors. Or the like. In fact, she’d know nothing to what he was speaking of for the most part until she seemed to settle into some sway. What might have been said by others hadn’t hit her ears. And even if it had, it wasn’t something she’d believe. Trix would never give credence to such a situation. In fact, the lies people had contrived were so far beyond Trix it wouldn’t hit her on a regular basis. Her gaze, in their azure blue hues landed upon the male before she turned toward the door, looking within the confines of the Institute. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I can only go by what I know. “ She spoke, her voice soft, soothing and eloquent. “So what have you looked.. What have you seen that will ruin
01:37:28 [Trix] anything?” She questioned bluntly. It wasn’t that she was being rude. It wasn’t that she was precariously trying to bring something out of him - she was merely asking to understand his nature, which was far different from her own. “You know who I am. You know what I am..” She quipped with a light of tongue, eyes coming once more to land upon his own as she pulled herself away slightly. “Do you see more than that? Do you see beyond me?” There was naught else she could do or say. She was out of her element feeling suddenly trapped in a situation she’d not called for. “Or should I just stop asking questions?”
14:40:13 Jer had intentionally neglected to mention how useless many of his future glimpses could be (e.g. a vision of students congesting a hallway between classes - an utterly purposeless opportunity for him to deja vu someday). In addition to that, which no one wants to hear about, he also omits the role emotions can play in the oracular roulette, too nebulous for him to describe anyway. "What've I seen..." he therefore softly repeats, his voice invariably trailing as much as his thought-laden gaze does to the side. The fifth year, who has essentially forgotten the nighttime chill of a few minutes ago, is now subconsciously able to spare a hand from its cozy confines and idly tease at his hair. It is a mere two brushes of his fingertips through lofted bangs, the second pass so much slower and more mindless than the first, before that hand descends to slip again into whence it came. Her line of questioning, seemingly constructed to a finite end just beyond his grasp, begs his pensive sights to fall to the ground.
14:40:18 [Jer] "Ask anythin you want," he offers her the moment next. "But now I 'ave to ask..." And as this singular question he wants to say begins to piece together in his mind, he lifts his eyes in order to capture hers. There is a very poignant point he must make here, and even his typical terseness requires this supplementary emphasis. "D'you want me to?" Though this seems to imply that he very well can see volumes into her, he prefers to shed light on the ethics and risks - the risks she faces - of him doing so. As far as his visions are concerned, there is no toying with the future. It can only be read. But peeking ahead in the tome of What-Is-Yet-To-Be had been the abuse that landed him here in the first place. Give him enough time and he can learn entirely too much about a person. Does she want him to discover something about her, or is she simply afraid that he eventually will (or, worse yet, already has)? No, he has to stop himself. She's likely only speaking the track of a curious mind. Though to
14:40:22 [Jer] his chagrin now, it should go without saying that a seer both has and lacks the right to be paranoid of others' intentions. "Sorry," he drops abruptly on a silent chuckle. Physically disconnecting himself too, he bunches his shoulders via straightened arms and flurries his gaze downwards, shifting weight to one foot and roving a lazy turn in the direction of the main doors. "Too 'eavy, that was. Forget I said anythin." Thereby are a few definitive steps taken, intent to return him inside. And yet, scuffing the sole of his shoe to a tarrying halt not far from where he'd stood, he opts to turn his head aside and decant the following to her from over a relaxed shoulder. "I ruined the surprise a who'll win the openin DBall match. And I know yer 'avin trouble pickin me a present." A sliver of a pause is loosened before a smirk plays at the corner of his lips. "But I don't know if I'll like it or not whatever ya end up gettin me. Don't sweat it then? S'no trouble if ya skip it." Then she can get back to her
14:40:26 [Jer] regular friends and not have to awkwardly go out of her way for him ever again. He doesn't mind doling her this 'Get out of jail free' card. In any case, having laid that much out in the open, he coaxes his leisurely gait onwards once more.
14:53:37 [Trix] There was much she could say in that moment, though her flustered face rapidly reddened to his question. The warm glow she continued to emanate would also feel warmer while her eyes widened, their almond shape giving expanse upon her features. If she could bury herself within her hat, she would, the inclined intention to reach up toward the mop of knitted mess atop her head and pull it down over her face would have sufficed, but she was too stunned for that. The question he’d offered had been unexpected to say the least, and she wasn’t entirely sure just what he meant by it. Though there truly was only one way to take it, as far as it was given. Lips parted in bated breath, while the fog like air escaped her nostrils as she breathed, wanting to make an attempt however to answer him in some what. Did she want him? Oddly enough she found herself curious about the male. He was in all ways good looking in that manner, enigmatic --
14:53:44 [Trix] that made him very much a mystery. There was a certain spell in his ways that she couldn’t deny were appealing, and he did make her stomach flip in a nervous type fashion while around him. A strange butterfly effect that had caused her to question initially approaching the male, rather than just jump in and say hello as she usually would. “Er.. “ Was all she could momentarily suss up though soon he was changing his mind, telling her to forget. “How can I forget you just asking me that?” She quipped, her head canting to one side, a lost strand of blond falling over her features, escaping the confines of the wool cap. “Wait..” She spoke turning to follow the man as he further revealed his skills, knowing she had him for her Secret Santa. The surprise was an element not required here. “Don’t go..” She questioned suddenly, unsure why she wanted him to stay. She did indeed want to know the male further. It was a passing fancy they’d met, but -
14:53:56 [Trix] she’d felt an intrinsic pull his way though she could not say why. “I don’t know.” In answer to the question that plagued her mind. “I mean, there is a curious pull toward you. I wanted to know you. To get to know you for your gift. And no, I won’t not get something. This is one past time at the school which I very much enjoy. Everyone deserves a gift at Christmas.” She paused in idle confrontation, keeping that warmth about her spread around them both so he not feel much of the chill. “Sorry, I.. was just caught off guard. If you want to go inside, you don’t have to stay here on my account, not at all..” Though the question was, did she truly want him to leave.
15:22:12 Jer could never have guessed the kind of effect he and his manner were having on the flaxen-haired girl. As far as he was willing to read into the situation, he's been nothing but a bother for her, inevitably making things more cumbersome and difficult in her quest for a simple clue. That's why it seemed only fair to let her off the hook and part their separate ways. And yet, such a blunt mode of severing and escape would not be allowed here tonight. Her initial request floats after him and, clearly having heard it, he can't outright ignore her and leave anyway. Thus his pace is brought to a grinding halt and a marginal turn given in order to allay his sights back to her. He listens (quite politely at that) before eventually loosing a smile to match the warmth she so generously shares. "S'pose you could come in with me," is the third option he coolly opts to serve. "Yer kinda too nice to be wastin so much heat on me in the first place." After all, she had said that she wouldn't be able to maintain it
15:22:16 [Jer] forever. "F'you do, you can ask me anythin you like an I'll answer plain an simple, give you aaall the info you need - an account of yer commitment to the Christmas spirit, of course." Offer delivered, he feels good about how reasonable it'd sounded on its way out of his mouth.
15:31:38 Trix hadn’t wanted to tag along with him inside, if he wanted to go his separate way. And she hoped he stayed now not just because she asked, but because he wanted to. Though the assumption of her warmth was correct. “We can go inside…” She quipped, while turning on her friendship essence, feeling slightly more comfortable around the male as more time passed. His agreement made her smile, and for a moment she merely allowed the warmth to spread further, before slowly dousing her light. It was an effort to keep it up, and whilst she was strong in both Fae magic and of course having her Father’s mage blood, she wasn’t that strong to keep a constant warmth a glowing. Gone of her features were signs of tears from just earlier when Mr. Blaze had lashed out toward her. Gone were the angry feelings inside, having been washed away by --
15:31:43 [Trix] curiosity and nature that pulled her inevitably toward the male she was desperately trying to get to know. The open question still on the table however, she gave it considerable thought as to what she would ask, how it may help her. Blue pools landed upon his own, darkness of the night creeping into the coloring of them, though they remained a lit by the lights of the Courtyard and entry way into the Institute. “What is the one thing you want the most. Right now - everyone has something they want. They desire. What is the one thing you find yourself longing for, the most at this point in time and do you see yourself getting it?” She questioned, the words flowing like a melody from her lips. It was posed, now it was to him to answer.
15:52:20 Jer instantly feels relieved once she actually agrees to go with him; in his opinion this had been the best compromise, and now his nerves are completely alleviated of the strain he'd placed by being a bit of a somber nuisance. His first couple of steps are very slow and moderately backwards, awaiting her to catch up alongside him. Then, for the rest of the way back indoors, their direction and pace are in sync. "Bloody 'ell," he dumps out on the breath of a laugh as he holds one of the main entry doors open for her. "You don't wank about on questions, do ya?" Though smacked with a big one, the seer is nevertheless humored with such an extensive end-all of an opening inquiry. "Right now?" he echoes back, like he needs the clarification as he deeply considers this. Slipping into Hex's foyer too, he seems to debate with himself (the hints visible on his countenance) before hesitantly opening his mouth to answer. "I 'ope I don think a somethin bet'er two minutes from now but, off the top a my 'ead, what I'd
15:52:24 [Jer] really like is a secret room in this place." He almost fears how honest he's being - not because of Trix but because of the powerful eyes and ears around every corner. To this end, he resists the temptation to explain exactly why he'd want such a thing (though some obvious guesses could be made for why any student would wish for a secret sanctuary).
16:02:39 [Trix] Motioned with him inside and found it quite delightful when he opened the door for her, being a proper gentlemen. Not all the guys in the school would have done such a thing and it remotely opens her eyes to more insights into the male beside her. Moving into the foyer, the warmth of the air circumvented around them both as she lowered her hands toward the buttons of her jacket, popping them open one by one to reveal a wool jumper underneath, atop of leggings which covered her small, slender legs. Dainty in how she dressed, she was casual for it was after hours of classes and still well before curfew rang out. The same hands would move atop her head to remove the wool cap which allowed her golden spun strands to trundle outward, spilling around her shoulders and framing her Fae features that danced elegantly upon her face. --
16:02:45 [Trix] Her azure eyes capturing the light, she seemed almost ethereal in presence, like a wayward fae, hair disheveled as if she’d just come in from the wildness itself. The question was promptly answered, though she did not ask why to his response. Merely soaked in the words of a secret space, where he could be and do as he wished. Of course, anyone going to the school would want such a room. A moment of freedom away from the bars. It gave her further insight to the male and she paused in her steps to gaze upon him. “Sorry if that was a bit tough. I only had one question so had to go for the jugular with it..” She smiled widely, the look itself giving rise to her pretty features, while mischief echoed in her hues. “It helps you know. The answer.” She cemented letting him know she was satisfied with the response. “It shows me a little of who you are. Without you coming right out and telling me. Of course, that would be the easy way to --
16:02:56 [Trix] solve a mystery and I like a bit of a challenge..” Her words spoken, she would continue to walk with him again, though not quite sure where they’d be heading to. Probably the dining hall or even the library perhaps, or maybe he would now go his separate way. Oddly enough, once again Trix found him wanted to stay. She was enjoying his presence. “Do you know the person you have to buy for?” She quipped, making light conversation as they walked.
16:30:12 Jer , as he found himself staring perhaps a second or two longer than he ought to, couldn't have been treated to a more pixie-like appearance without leaves or twigs tangled into those natural locks too. Luckily, this is one kidnapping of his attention that he can blink himself out of. So when she slows to a pause and he takes notice, he treads only a couple steps more in order to rest against the staircase banister close at hand. He perches on its edge, his palms out of pockets and rested on either side of him, and there exists a modest slouch to his shoulders though his head remains high. He offers a mirthful smile, an expression always so earnest throughout the whole of his features, to assure her that no apology was necessary in the matter. The look will soon fade from his countenance though, yet only because more thoughtful curiosity and comprehension seep in instead (as she divulges the merits of his concise answer). "Well, like I'd said," he quickly replies, lifting a hand in a briefly urging gesture,
16:30:17 [Jer] "don't stress about it. Anythin you get me, granted it isn't a cruel prank," suggesting that he could handle and not even mind a lighter prank, "will be fine." Maybe he should have crafted a little lie and tell her that he already knew he would enjoy whatever she gifts him. Then she wouldn't even have to worry. Never too late to employ that plan, he stows it for the moment as her gait resumes; he, in turn, nudges away from the banister and falls alongside her. Like an Ouija board (the use of which he doesn't condone) that is guided by all hands and yet none at all, their ultimate destination remains undetermined even as they climb the stairs to the second level. They'll be roaming the halls at this rate, thinking the other is guiding. "Yeah," he answers her. "I got a faculty, turns out. Mister Vostok, the librarian? Dunno what to get 'im. Probably not a book though." At least he's narrowed down his options that much.
16:54:07 Trix knew Mr. Vostok incredibly well! Well enough she could help Jeremy with his quest for a gift. This news elates her as she gets to help yet another person and one she found herself enjoying the moment with. “Ah, well I’ll let you in on a little secret that may help you in this case.” She spoke gleefully, following along, letting him lead the way without knowing he was expecting her to do such a thing. Eventually the Great Hall would come into sight and it was only natural they’d be pulled inside. The hall however wouldn’t be so full as usual as it was after diner. Most people were spending their time playing board games, or various card games and alike, while others simply sat and spoke. As she gazed within though she felt suddenly an odd situation that such a place would demand she share the male beside her as no doubt their friends are inside and would look to them both to be seated at their table. Could they find a place of their own and continue ---
16:54:18 [Trix] their situation or would he delve of to be with his friends, saying good night. Trix found herself in a conundrum and merely paused outside the Hall, leaning back against the arch window, allowing the light glow from outside to surrounded her like a near halo that kept her present look continuing to be wild fae from outdoors. It suited her this look, for it was in many ways who she was. Often thought of, at least by herself as a wallflower, it was just the right countenance to indeed portray a flower as it were. Unaware of his gaze, (for she’d never think he’d look to her for any other reason than speaking or needing something of her as most people, guys would), she continued as she held her hands out in front of her. Emphasizing her words as she spoke. “I know Mr. Vostok quite well. In fact, I’m in the library most of my free time.” Yes, she was a bookworm. That was no surprise. “He has a book that he’s keeping for me. One that I’ve been reading but can’t really be released out into the student body as it
16:54:30 [Trix] could lead to dangerous situations. But I go read after classes usually, in the evening after hours. He allows me to do this, and is often around.” She paused somewhat, realizing she was rambling. “I can help you. I can be your spy if you like and get information you need. And don’t be surprised if it ends up being a book. He does in fact, enjoy to read. He also likes a good mystery..” She paused, her lips wide with her smile, her face animated though she came to realize something of Jeremy that wasn’t at all like other guys who spoke to her. He hadn’t asked her for one thing. Even though she had approached, most guys would ask for her homework help, or notes, or something she could do to get them better grades. Someone was always seeking something from her. But Jeremy didn’t seem to do that at all. Perhaps this was why she enjoyed his current company. It felt good to offer to help, before being asked to do so.
17:20:41 Jer can't help but notice how Dietrich's name ignites a ready recognition in his present company. Her enthusiasm and helpfulness that soon follows is a very welcomed surprise, too (especially considering the fact that the Tritus boy was already prepared on getting the librarian no more than a safe, meaningless, stock type of gift). "Yer kiddin," he voices in jovial disbelief as she begins to paint this picture of her regular experience with his giftee. Like this, the whole of his interest seems to be - and is - invested in her and her accounts. Thus, even if some of his friends do happen to be here (and not more likely in their house common room) he hasn't noticed. Obviously he is a distractible and often out of it youth, so surely they wouldn't take any offense to his ignorance now should they expect him to join them. Therefore, he settles in at Trix's side, remaining standing but with a shoulder leaned to the stony wall. "What, would you really?" Be an inside spy for him, that is. "I don' want'er make you
17:20:45 [Jer] do anythin... extraneous. If I'm bein 'onest, I go to the library a lot too an never even exchanged more than a few words with the man." He's also never noticed her there either, so that really goes to show how much the seer actually sees in the present. "It's my own fault. You shouldn't... You probably 'ave bet'er things to be doin than spyin on librarians for me."
17:36:53 Trix smiled as he took place beside her as she allowed the coat she wore to slide down her arms and off her body on the whole. It was warm in the school and she was getting too hot wearing the heavy material. She sets it down before her, not caring about placing it on the ground before continuing to lean against the window. A soft chill resonating from the glass keeping her comfortable enough. Eyes were held in the highest regard as Jeremy spoke, though she shook her head emphatically. “I’d love to help. I like Mr. Vostok. He’s a good man.” Especially since he didn’t get Trix in trouble when she’d asked for a first edition of Huddleston’s Compendium of Hexes - a rare edition if ever there was one of hexes that weren’t taught in the school. Having found the second edition for her, she’d made it quite clear to the librarian that some of the hexes --
17:36:58 [Trix] shouldn’t be allowed in the hands of other students for dangerous situations could occur. Rather than scold her for having the book, he agreed to hold on to the book for her, while going to look for the first edition as Trix was very certain that from the original to the next several hexes had been removed by the council. It was a mystery she was trying to solve and the good Librarian had been set to help her. “I don’t mind at all. It’s not really going out of my way and well, then you can get him a meaningful gift.” That s
20:28:54 Giselle C upwards, releasing an odd type of heat “I’m a hobbit fan myself.” Another confession. Oh, she believed in a lot, one had too when they could take the form of basically anything in the world— alter their own appearance, whatever it may be. Having sat in silence for several minutes as Trix wove her magic and brought up through the earth in a very fairy like display. After the silence she’d look back to the blonde “I’m Giselle.” A soft introduction “It’s nice to meet you.” Holding her hand out to the girl a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
20:39:44 [Trix] Simple vines weaved their way around the girl, caressing and subjecting her to nature’s touch. Regardless that five minutes ago Trix was in tears, her heart having been broken over the cruel words that Xan had spoken. Her memories assuaged by that of her family when her Mother had died, Xan had managed to bring back ten-fold the things her Father had said. In grating it into her soul. But cry before another. She would not do. No, instead of focusing on her own pain. Her own hurt, she had managed to bring a light out in Giselle. To show her that Earth and it’s realities were not always set in stone. Both as Fae and as Mage, she was able to guide the vines to give light and love, tiny flowers of white, petals so rich and scented to fall around the fifth year so that the delight could be seen within Giselle’s eyes. Trix would not focus on her --
20:39:47 [Trix] own hurt. Or the pain that tore inside. She would not skim upon the fact she felt so alone. So empty - always doing things for others. That she felt so awkward around the best of people, even though they included her in their schemes. No - she would focus on showing Giselle a World that could exist so that all the memories and thoughts the fifth year had would come true. Slowly though, she pushed herself to stand. The woolen hat atop her head, the heavy coat around her small frame, hair blowing intently in the wind as streaks of blond captured the breeze. “You should really go inside now, Giselle..” Trix commented, focusing on the girl, the younger female. “I don’t want you to be caught out before curfew. Trust me. You do not want Mr. Blaze to catch you. He.. “ she paused momentarily. “He holds a wicked hand..” She exhaled slowly as a frost --
20:39:58 [Trix] breath of air escaped her lips. Eyes alight by the magic she wielded the tiny vines and such slowly began to dissipate. What was a beautiful scene came to an end. “I would you not get in trouble for me.’ She smiled in that oh so lovely smile of hers as she glanced toward the Courtyard. “But if you ever need anything, Giselle, you have only to ask for Trix. And I will be there. I will help you however I can. Just no mention of this night to others. “ She spoke, the statement given. Trix would not let it be known she was in tears at some point. No one ever saw her in such a light. No one ever would.
21:03:43 Jer has a bit of an addiction problem. He might claim the issue to be in handling and image, or he might just as equally tout its use in his visions. Either way, the fact he denies is that his body has grown accustomed to the nicotine fix. His last smoke (truly a cigarette, despite what some believe) was on commencement day - in effect, his last day to get away with anything. He hasn't attempted to sneak another since. Combined with how cooped he's been as of late - studying, working, researching - the urge to light up again has compounded significantly. Obviously in a reform school where unseen eyes linger everywhere, the longer he can stave off the temptation, the better. Thus, he's got to do whatever he can within his power (and, ideally, within the rules) to distract his mind and body from the habit. For reasons even he doesn't fully understand once arrived, he's head out of doors to let the shock of frigid air numb his nerves. A miniscule twitch at his left eye unacknowledged, he chooses a random path of
21:03:47 [Jer] least resistance into the surrounding grounds of the Institute. Without a better idea, he figures a short bout of wanderlust outside will do him some good (and return him before lights out). Unfortunately, it isn't long before holes become punched in this impromptu plan. He's quick to cross his arms in a bid for core warmth and, dumbly he realizes, his visible breath only makes him want to actualize the reason why he exhales like that - slightly puckered.
21:24:09 Giselle Trix? Giselle would have to remember that. The flowers did smell nice, if only tickling her sinuses like they did, but it was a lovely sight, but it wasn’t Giselle who needed the hand up, it was this girl— it was obvious however, it wasn’t really Giselle’s business to tell her that. If the Fae-Mage wished to show her what the Earth felt, the Shifter was just fine with that. Severely underdressed for the November weather as the girl stood and Giselle soon after, shorts, t-shirt and grossly not sweating anymore, which meant those curls were not stiff and frizzy, oh, ick. Only then did the chilly air poke at her bared knees, how scandalous— and still gross because this was not how she was suppose to meet someone new, granted that person shouldn’t also be upset but that just seemed to be luck of the draw. At the mention of going inside she’d arch a brow before giving her head a shake and a look of sympathy “Oh, honey no,”
21:24:34 Giselle C Giselle began “You won’t be getting me in trouble, I’m out here of my own accord and Mr. Fifty Shades of Grey can punish me how he thinks I should be. Don’t you worry about me, all right?” Words of encouragement, Giselle was her own person, her own thoughts and if she had enough common sense to help a crying girl in the grass then that was her own choice, it wasn’t like Trix pinned her down with those frilly little vines in hopes she’d indulge, all of it was free will. “Well Trix, thank you for the show, and cheer up.” Some advice from one girl to another— younger or not “Things are always bad before they’re good, you know?” She’d lean down slightly to brush the dirt from her knees, further causing a more un-lady-like grunt from her lips, how very unsightly she must look right now, oh the horror! Nodding her head with a purse of her mouth she’d incline her head to the Fae “Same goes for you.” Shaking her head in sympathy again she’d smile C
21:24:40 Giselle C “I don’t think you need to worry about that, all right?” All right. And with that blessing the now chilly Shifter would have begun making her way back, trotting over uneven plot land, getting grass stuck in her Coco Chanel socks— these stupid things were expensive, even if they looked like she got them at Wal-Mart. Hopefully the pixie girl would cheer up, mean teachers were like, mandatory in the school, it wouldn’t be school without them. Upon her journey back to civilization and her dorm… where her pajama’s and latest novel of unrealistic romance was waiting she’d stumble across another student— a male, with his arms tucked under and strolling about “Lost?” She’d call out, canting her head at him. Just seems like all the wild students were wandering in the tall grass today.
21:28:57 Kyran leapt, first his front feet, then his hind clearing the low stone wall with inches to spare. His muscles coiled and sprang long again beneath a smooth coat of yellow gold and black spotted fur as he landed and raced on without a hitch. Slitted gold eyes in a broad feline face and a mouth gapping open to reveal a pearly set of jagged teeth completed the exotic image of a cheetah dashing along the edge of the forest. At this pace he was little more than a blur, an orange and black comet tearing up the turf as if at any moment he might actually lift off and fly. His lungs heaved, pumping air to fuel his lean muscles to more speed even as his heart threatened to burst with the effort. It felt good to feel that burn, the cool fire of icy air in his shifted lungs. It had been a while since he'd pushed himself in this form and it felt different. The strain was nearly the same but his body felt as though it could go on forever, or simply fail trying. There wasn't the same desire to cut out as there was when he-
21:29:30 [Kyran] ran on two legs, this, this felt effortless. Still, these speeds took their toll and soon the streamlined cat loped to a halt, ribs heaving in and out with such force that each bone stood out in detail on the inhale. And then there was no more cheetah, but a boy sporting the same leanly muscled athletes physique, kneeling in the grass and panting. He wore the school sweats and plain white sleeveless undershirt, his hair line was damp with sweat and pearls of moisture seemed to make his bare shoulders glisten in the failing light. He knelt for a moment, waiting for the point when each breath would cease to feel like needles in his throat and then gradually climbed to his feet and began to stretch. His skin, sweat cooled would no doubt feel icy to the touch but inwardly he still felt like he was running hot, overheated even. He could hear voices nearby but for the moment minded his own business, simply completing his evening training.
21:31:35 [Trix] The cool air around her was barely noticed, though with her warm coat that was slapped with a crest near her left breast and the almost Rastafarian hat atop her head, she would barely feel much. Hair was bundled up within her hat, save a few loose strands that dangled down around her face, the blond of which light up under the light of the moon overhead. The rising light was soon adding a fixture to the surroundings of the school, giving a way to allow students who remained outside a reason to stay. It wasn’t curfew yet. In fact it was not close, though with the darkening of days and increasing of nights darkness soon settled over the land. Trix was left outside, her body rose as she felt and inhaled the coolness of the air. She was left alone and in a way she enjoyed it. It was a moment to sit. To dream. To imagine. She was happy in the empty space around her. Far from the near break down she was going to have. Whatever Xan had tried to do to her --
21:31:38 [Trix] was gone. Washed away with an attempt to make someone else happy. Hands in pockets, she slowly rose to stand, stretching her form in a catlike manner before she began to turn. Giselle was already gone, heading off and Trix was far beyond as she maneuvered her way through the coldness. Step after step, she carried herself forth toward the Courtyard, but stopped just short of the location. Coming across that of a standing man (why did he seem so familiar to her?) and Giselle. Leaning against the wall, she remained as she was - was she ready to deal with another? Perhaps not. Regardless, she rested her head against the stone, expelling a breath of air, only to peer around to catch sight of the male with the cigarette. It was Jeremy. The one she had to get a gift for. She knew nothing about him, but she’d been watching him the night before. He was the mystery man she was longing to find more about. Though there was something else. Another --
21:31:49 [Trix] sound which the well defined Fae Mage would grasp upon as her gaze wandered toward the field, catching sight of Kyran. Working out. Practising. It would seem most students were out and about tonight.
21:48:48 Jer was indeed strolling about at a slow pace, meandering with no destination or course in mind, nibbling idle on the inside of his cheek as his gaze poured through the earth immediately before his feet. He didn't even wear a deep look of contemplation about him; his countenance was more blank than an inward reflection and more distant than a careful consideration. So, all in all, her word choice was a very reasonable one. Lost? Those eyes like a dapper sky lift and scout for the unexpected voice. And, once they land their quarry, Jeremy actually has to double-check to be sure he's the one addressed out of the blue. "Pardon?" he starts, a meaningless filler word before his broken reverie is cleared and his brain all caught up. "Oh. No," he harps a crooked smile, coined like a reassurance. "...Are you?" His return question is likely a joke. But given the type of space cadet he's often known to being, one can't wholly be certain he isn't being serious or awkward instead. It may be worth mentioning here
21:48:52 [Jer] that, even though a seer of the future, he wouldn't have noticed the underdressed (or overdressed by pricetag) girl if she hadn't spoken up. Having said that, there's no way he's has a notion of other students in the vicinity. Hell, he'd sooner wander into shifter and were hangout spots by utter carelessness too.
21:59:27 Kyran rolled his shoulders inward spreading his scapula beneath his muscles in a way that provided a pleasant stretch before pinching them back to do the same for his chest. First one arm, then the other was pressed up and back, then across his chest as he walked back toward the school. His sweatshirt was scooped up in passage, popped off the ground where he had tossed it with a practiced flick of his toe and caught up by a deft hand. He was squirming into it when he noticed Trix ahead. "Hey goldy locks!" He purred, perhaps channeling his earlier form as he neared her. That moon bright hair had been a dead giveaway and he had been seeing enough of her these past weeks to recognize her at a distance now. "What'cha up to? Planning to chart the stars?" Because of course she had to have an academic reason for being out here. A few other students he recognized only in passing were chatting a ways off but he seemed to consider them part of scenery as they had yet to enter his circle. He considered Trix a moment-
21:59:42 [Kyran] then frowned slightly. "Oh hey, sorry I kinda spaced your casting practice. Rain check?" Blood from his run had flushed his cheeks and his breaths came a bit fast but his eyes were bright as ever, seeming to catch and hold every stray glimmer of light. He did feel a bit bad about forgetting that he said he would help her, but he had done just that, simply got stuck at practice and forgot.
22:07:32 Giselle Well, she couldn’t have been too far, her trail having been mixed up a smidge with her encounter with the Fae Girl, not that it was too much of a problem, but she no longer had the proper amount of energy to skip back to whence she came just to get warmer, albeit the chill was pretty frigid. Now, for the male whom she had addressed— which felt more like the two were yelling at each other over a deep canyon rather than speaking no more than a few good feet away. Was she lost? As though unsure she looked around, a brow quirked in response, mouth folding into a firm line before looking back to the male “I think so, too much grass for me to determine anything.” An almost just as quick response to the male. How ironic for him, she was a Shifter… but she didn’t exactly prefer to be hanging out in the grass, it was kind of itchy and thus wished she’d been clean if she was running into every student under the… well moon now that the sun had set. “Happens to the best of us with no direction.”
22:07:37 Giselle A quirk to her mouth, firmly set and hands tucked into the crook of her body, trying to defy the chill that darted along her spine, raising the hair on her arms.
22:12:48 [Trix] Her form was pressed against the wall. Her body still as she lingered on the outside peering in. She was afraid to burst into the now. She didn’t want the one she was getting a gift for to see her. Trix was not aware he knew already. There was no reason for her to know. But, as time would stand, she began to move, knowing from now he was inadvertently locked up in a conversation with someone else. Her blond hair skewed by the wind would dance around her face as hands in pockets she would pass by. Moving slowly, steps carried lightly as the Fae came upon the conversing two. Giselle and Jeremy speaking to each other. This was her chance to get to know another. To get to understand the male she had to buy something for. It was her chance to but in, but that wasn’t Trix’s way. She felt suddenly awkward as she stood there for a --
22:12:52 [Trix] moment peering toward the two. Eyes of blue landing in an intriguing moment upon Jeremy, though it was in sight of the fact he was already busy with Giselle. Of course - it was the perfect opportunity for her to capture the male.. See something from the outside and yet.. A voice called to her. A sudden yet familiar sound as she paused in courtyard, blond hair askew in the wind under her hat, hands punched into the pocket of her jacket as she seemed suddenly surprised by the furor of Kyran. “Oh hey! “ she called, trying to be the ever so polite female she was. “It’s okay. Really. I get it. Things happen..” She would not show hurt, or betrayal - in fact tonight had given her a lesson of pain she wasn’t ready to deal with. Xan had laid into her in a way that felt worse that the whip but Trix would not let that shadow her favor with others. “Really, we can do it another time. “ As her gaze caught toward Jeremy and Giselle.. This wasn’t working out --
22:13:02 [Trix] how she wanted it to be. She just wanted to know the other male to get him the right gift. Why she cared so much was beyond her.
22:28:40 Jer can't quite seem to place why or where, but he thinks he recognizes the brunette. Maybe he's passed her in the halls at some point in the past. Maybe he sits right next to her in a class this term. Maybe this is the first time they've ever met and he's only seen her in vision. Point is he can't remember, an admittedly typical occurrence for one whose brain tends to feed him more than he can possibly retain. Heaven forbid if she knows his name - because he certainly doesn't know hers. "Yeah," he cheaply agrees with her, pursing a visible breath of a chuckle onto the night air. "Institute's back, uh," he cranes a look over his shoulder and adjusts the point of his finger in real time, "...that way." Recalling his sights to her, he offers a cordial smile and bunched shrug. "Good thing I weren't lost too, eh? That'd a been a situation." He tarries on that comment, letting it die flatly, before he clears his throat and allows the prodding thought to come forward (assuming, of course, that she hadn't
22:28:44 [Jer] already thanked him and run off). Stepping forward, he asks. "Are you a new...?" His inquiry thus trails off, but not for a lack of words. Instead, his gaze had shifted to attach to another's movement, another's approach. In a moment of truth, he was minutely shocked to recognize her as Trix. After all, they'd never spoken before; and yet this secret santa event and the dinner previous had set up an oddball set of expectations in the seer. In that second, he felt hunted. The Tritus Captain bursting onto the scene is practically a Godsend of fortune. And Jeremy, with his gaze still over there and his conversation with the brunette completely derailed, subconsciously sidesteps to put the goalie in between him and them. Appropriately, now is a good time to remember she's there, right in front of him. His line of sight drops to her again, at first rather disconnected in spirit, then inevitably expectant for that answer to his half-said question.
22:33:04 Kyran 's frown deepened slightly at her protest. She was always so nice, it seemed like even if he did upset her she would never let it show. "uh Yeh, tomorrow maybe?" He was sort of testing the water, trying to figure out how she really felt about his broken promise. Hell maybe half the time she didn't even let herself feel those negative emotions. His dad was like that, he was so bent on keeping up his mask of stoicism that Kyran was convinced he simply buried his emotions too deep to dig up. But, then again Trix was not quite the same. She was just too empathetic, always trying to help others. And tonight for once he thought something was just a bit off kilter, like her voice was just barely concealing something deep and aching. He wouldn't press though. Emotions, especially girls’ emotions were outside his comfort zone so instead he followed her gaze to the source of her distraction. "ah, well. I'll leave you to it" He smirked, his tone teasing as he took a measure of the lanky fifth year and the girl speaking-
22:33:30 [Kyran] to him. He didn't really know either but had of course seen them around. He tipped his chin upward slightly, acknowledging them should they look his way and grinned. "Nice night ain't it?" He called a bit louder to indicate he meant it for Giselle and Jer. Of course it wasn't a nice night, it was going on frigid now, and wane moonlight was doing nothing to change that. He was nothing if not sarcastic. Kyran was cooling down rapidly and he didn't much feel like catching a chill so he gave an off handed wave and headed for the school. "Catch ya later Trix. Promise! I mean it this time." He was grinning, walking backwards with his hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched against the chill. Then he turned a broke into a run.
22:48:59 Giselle There could be about a dozen of brunette’s in the school, she, of course was a face a thousand in the magical school. Brown hair, after all was quite common trait among 70% of the world’s population, it was quite possible they had a class together, it was high school. Luckily for him she did not, in fact know his name. In fact she hadn’t really seen his face until this meeting— boys were a pleasant distraction, something she couldn’t afford aside from brief greetings. A brow would quirk at the whisper of a laugh as he indicated back to where he had been walking from to where the institute stood. Tilting herself to the side she’d peer ahead of her “Over there you say?” She asked dumbly “So the school hadn’t moved from my evening jog? Good to know.” Giselle replied dryly before offering a slow quirk of her mouth, bemused. This time it was her turn to offer a small laugh “Or we’d all have to fend off the bears, or heaven forbid a teacher for survival.”
22:49:06 Giselle Chances are the teacher would get them before the bear, but the bear would certainly be the kinder of options. Was she new? Pressing her lips together in thought she’d cant her head “Kind—” Looking up to make the appropriate eye-contact, as it was a polite thing to do she’d catch the male staring up and ahead, distracted. Perplexed she’d turn around to see Trix, the girl she’d briefly spoken to beforehand head over before she too, was distracted. Looking back to Jeremy she’d pipe up “Do you know her?” Watching the boy shift his weight before directing his attention back to her, she had the deepest urge to thank him for his attention. Opening her mouth to speak she heard a voice being carried over, looking back she’d offer up a beaming smile “It’s not cold at all!” Even though it was and she was getting red and poufy all over. “A few weeks new.” Responding initially to his first question before the wall of distractions seemed to be built up around them.
22:53:25 [Trix] It was as if every moment she had stood by came crashing around her. Xan had beat her with his words. Knocked her down and brought back memories of her Father’s lack of love. Of his hatred toward her. Of his punishing her for her Mother’s death. Tonight had been a roller coaster for Trix and in turn, she’d ran away outside. Letting her body meld with the Earth to feel something anything. She had done so much for others. Always giving her time. Always helping, always sacrificing what she had in sake of her own cares, her own feelings that she could no longer feel things on her own but when she did, it knocked her out of the part. Had she known her secret Santa felt hunted, she would have stopped. And in some way she did. She was stalking the male and it came to her in a flash of moments. As much as she needed to know the man, she --
22:53:31 [Trix] wasn’t going about it the right way. God forbid he felt encompassed by her. Though her position tonight was far beyond fixed or planned. It was purely coincidence that they landed outside in the courtyard. Of course he’d think otherwise, for she knew he was a seer. In fact, it was no doubt in her mind he saw her coming. Saw her actions ahead of time. In fact, he likely knew she had him as a gifted. Yet there was still something domineering about the man that made her want to impress upon him in some ways. Like that darkness one reached for yet was just beyond the touch. Her eyes landed once more on Kyran as the male began to dart off. “Wait! You don’t have to leave so quickly.. Do you?” She didn’t want to be left suddenly alone. She didn’t want to be left behind - though what she wanted was beyond her at that moment. She was --
22:53:42 [Trix] needy, but wouldn’t admit it. Xan’s words, his actions, his tone had sent her into a reel of emotion that cried to be touched. She ached for something inside - an awakening of sorts. Though she was too late. Kyran had ran off and left her alone. Out in the courtyard while others spoke. She was… out of place. But, she inhaled sharply. Not wanting to just give in. Not wanting to just give up and walk away. She wasn’t ready to go inside yet. She wanted to be free. To cry out into the cold night and just see where it got her. She wasn’t hunting. She wasn’t out doing anything that would capture the imagination of others. She was just being herself. A moment in the moonlight as she stood there, abandoned and solitary. But she stood her ground. It was all she could do at a time like this.
23:13:44 [Jer] "Or a teacher who is a bear..." he steadily responds, his tone nearly dripping morose if not for the rescue quirk of a half-smile to ease the idea. Now deep in the distraction, he echoes back the question he hears close at hand. "Know 'er...?" At length, those two words get farther than his tongue and actually arrive at his buried brain. "Oh. No, just... Not really." As disjointed as the answer is, it'll have to suffice as the full truth. It's then that Jer only so happens to notice Kyran's token of greeting before the spoken jest, eyes meeting across the way solely because the seer's line of sight is one straight axis of faces. A shallow smile and similar up-nod is cast in reply, yet to no great avail: the DBaller is leaving just as quickly as he'd arrived (cheetah speed notwithstanding). Such a distractible gaze is allowed to follow the sixth year for a short moment, the seer no doubt cursing how brief his housemate's interruption had been. Still, when his pale blues touch upon Trix on their way back, he
23:13:47 [Jer] feels an unexpected pang of guilt. Guilt? He'd had nothing to do with that. Yet her manner now affects him, and he takes a leap of faith to wave at her. In the right (moon)lighting, he might even look a pinch apologetic, though for what slight is anyone's guess. Nevertheless, he's reeled front and center in all good time, his gaze duly floating down to the kind of new student. "Ah, no wonder," he pipes, quite cordial again in voice. "First year then? Bloody bad timing to come 'ere now if you ask me, what with the--" A notable hitch jilts his sentence. "The suicide an all."
23:35:28 Giselle Well, at least something managed to penetrate the distraction he’s found himself. His sputtering response gave this girl another idea on the two, but she wouldn’t pry nor would it be her business. It was high school, this kind of thing was bound to happen. Either way when attention was directed back to the dry conversation the two had been having— the Seer’s business and shy wave having been taken care of, Giselle would tilt her head, squinting “Oh right…” She’d heard about it, the suicide, awkward time for new students. “Well, unless suicides are a usual thing here I don’t think I’ll have a problem. Unless someone curses me, I’m out past curfew, or do something someone doesn’t like, you know, the usual when attending a magical school for deviants.” Whichever happened first, if it happened, preferably not because she honestly didn’t think being hexed, cursed or even dead would be an appropriate look for her. “So any particular reason you’re out and looking like you’re about to freeze?” Aside from probably freezing already, like she was and even close to mimicking shuddering pose.
23:42:18 [Trix] She caught his wave. It was slight and barely noticeable, yet it was intractably felt as her eyes landed upon the male, her brows perplexed in confusion as to why he’d even bother her with such an action to begin with. However, she would wave back, her lips that bright smile responded, regardless of what was felt within. She didn’t know how not to be happy, even when the occasion didn’t serve as such. Regardless of his attention though, she was still alone under the moonlight, out beyond the school premises and before curfew. She felt the need to run. To take off her clothes, to feel the ground beneath her, to lay in the path of grass and let it unwind her spirits to give her strength for the morrow. Trix was always so bound by laws. Inextricably given into to binds of nature, of beings of others that she couldn’t truly be what she wanted. ---
23:42:24 [Trix] But that all served for naught as she realized that being creepy meant being on the outside. She didn’t want to interrupt the speaking of a new friendship. She didn’t want to break down the walls that were building. She truly would just be in the way, despite the friendly wave and it left her astute for the moment as to what exactly to do. Though, Trix wasn’t one to be pushed away either. She’d been left alone tonight on numerous occasions, all the while wanting to scream out into the force of nature that compelled her to be who she was. So she stepped forth, with intrepid care as she made her way toward the two some. Her heart beating in her chest, swallowed again on occasion as she breached their conversation. Her wool hat covering the strands of her hair that were piled up underneath. The Rastafarian style fitting with her nature, while the coat of navy, (school colors) abound her body to keep her warm. “Hey…” She spoke, feeling suddenly stupid. --
23:42:37 [Trix] Suddenly out of place. “I didn’t want to make it seem like I was spying or lurking around you guys..” She tried to laugh as azure hues light up under the shining light of the moon. Her form meandered as she raised the light of her body, the subtle glow to her that illuminated who she as. It would give off heat, allowing it to spread among those who were outside, while the natural temperature immediately around them would also give in. She could meld the Earth. Meld the moment, and grasses and the like would rise to give the other two a more heated conversation, while her body also give of the heat to match. “I hope I’m not interrupting..” she commented, feeling though like she already was. “It just you two looked so cold..“ her words ended, her gaze going from Giselle then toward Jeremy. “I might say it’s time to go inside.. I can only heat for so long..” She smiled. Yes she had interrupted. Yes she had given into the moment, but she --
23:42:48 [Trix] couldn’t stand to see others hurt in some way. If she could help she would. And in this case, she had offered what she could. “I’m Trix by the way.. Beatrix Ellery.. “
00:08:44 Jer wouldn't say suicides here at Hex are usual. However, with the types of punishment that can be dished out by peers and faculty alike, suicides aren't exactly unusual either. Having already been in attendance for four years, this isn't the first one he's heard of. Unfortunately, he (and likely a few other seers) hold a tentative opinion about the so-told events of that horrendous night. "Yeah," he initially agrees with her plan, light-hearted and everything, until he realizes he shouldn't. "Uh, well, jus don't take anythin ta 'eart," is about the best advice he can give there. (Eventually she's bound to be hexed, in trouble, and/or scorned for a trivial slight.) "Oh, do I?" he then says, his mouth sparked to a humored smile as he takes stock of his own body language. He hadn't even noticed how tight his shoulders were or how he clenched his arms in their cross. He immediately relaxes to remedy that, even shaking his arms loose to instead shove his hands into his pockets. "I was jus... I needed the
00:08:49 [Jer] fresh air," he responds, tossing in a couple reaffirming nods to convince at least one of them. Before he can ask about her own actions (that inevitably got her lost) they're treated to the blonde half-fae's company. Though slightly torn on the matter, the Somerset boy more relieved than otherwise. After all, the way she'd been hovering apart from them was less favorable. His soft features are amiable right off the bat, and he doesn't shun her mild interruption. Her subtle warming of the area was a nice touch to the subconscious, though. "Nah," he answers her polite concerns with a friendly shrug of a shoulder. "Trix... yes," he slowly digests her introduction while his sights momentarily reach to the stars, as if he'd just searched his memory in order to confirm her name. He should have just acted like he didn't know. Realizing this and mentally scrambling into damage control, his gaze dives upon them like a hawk and he pipes up before a lull settles. "Right, sorry, I didn't get yer name either," he directs
00:08:53 [Jer] to his previous company. "I'm Jeremy, or Jer," he offers between the two of them. Very smartly, he stop himself before mentioning something along the lines of 'but you already knew that' to Trix.
00:28:20 [Trix] She did know it. Of course she did and a guilty look passed her features. But she wasn’t one to hold back. “I know who you are..”she conceded with a few simple words. “I’ve helped several of your co-mates with their studies, tutoring them. So I know you in passing, let’s say… “ She gave in a swift response, covering up her own actions as to the play. She was awkward in that moment, though she never left it show as the warmth continued to emanate from her body, though Giselle soon takes her leave after introducing herself. The action alone leaves Trix with Jer, -- and it wasn’t anything she planned. It was a situation that had occurred. She felt suddenly awkward. Like not knowing what to say, what to do - though there was no reason for it. She as a year ahead of the male. Trix stood to tutor him in some way if he needed it. It was what she did for all levels. “You know who I am, don’t you?” She blurted out, with little else to say. Not wanting to put him on the line, the question was there and indubitably ---
00:28:33 [Trix] needed to be spoken. As if an edge between them had to be broken. It was awkward and Trix felt that. Though why, was beyond her. It could only be because he knew she had him as her secret santa gift. Maybe he figured it out. He was a seer after all. Which bore the question that next came out of her lips as Giselle disappeared. “I know you’re a seer, but how much of this.. Of what I say. What I do are you able to see as I speak it? I don’t know your power. Though I wish I understood it. What is it like to know things .. To see things before they happen? Doesn’t it ruin the essence of a surprise?”
01:01:50 Jer hadn't expected Trix to come right out and admit she knew him (or at least knew of him). Alas, it's the given explanation that actually surprises him further, instilling an iota of unsure suspicion into the matter. A strange trend has been resurfacing again and again in these starting weeks and he keeps meeting people who have heard something about him. Regardless of the validity as to what, he swiftly puts together one possibility of what the sixth year could have heard. The epiphany hits him like a smack upside the back of his head. "Ohhh," he suddenly panics and/or bemoans. "No, that's--" Unhelpfully distracted by Giselle's swift escape, he finds himself left alone with quite the mess. "Whatever ya 'eard, it's..." Gravely thinking that one of his housemates had gone and gabbed - to her face - that Jer's got the hots for her or something, he stumbles over how to handle this confrontation now. Halfway lucky, she prods the conversation onwards, taking him out of the pan but only arguably out of the
01:01:55 [Jer] fire. She digs for the truth, whether he knows her or not. With a slow wince, he proves he isn't quick enough to lie. "Yeah... somewhat." That wince sentimentally evolves over time, growing apologetic, and then downtrodden, and finally back to norm as her curiosity becomes plain. "Of this? Nothin..." he admits. But to explain the element of surprise, he feels he needs to explain some first. "Fer me, there're... two types. Seein random stuff all the time, that's by chance. Sometimes it's nothin ta do with me. They could be hap'nin in there, right now," he says, pointing back to Hex, "with me 'ere. But the other kind, when I actually look?" He makes a light roll of a shrug. "Yeah, I s'pose then it's my own fault ruinin the surprise." Without explicitly confessing that he knows she's his gifter, the question remains: how much has he actually seen of their secret Santa exchange?
01:37:17 Trix had heard nothing or rumors. Or the like. In fact, she’d know nothing to what he was speaking of for the most part until she seemed to settle into some sway. What might have been said by others hadn’t hit her ears. And even if it had, it wasn’t something she’d believe. Trix would never give credence to such a situation. In fact, the lies people had contrived were so far beyond Trix it wouldn’t hit her on a regular basis. Her gaze, in their azure blue hues landed upon the male before she turned toward the door, looking within the confines of the Institute. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I can only go by what I know. “ She spoke, her voice soft, soothing and eloquent. “So what have you looked.. What have you seen that will ruin
01:37:28 [Trix] anything?” She questioned bluntly. It wasn’t that she was being rude. It wasn’t that she was precariously trying to bring something out of him - she was merely asking to understand his nature, which was far different from her own. “You know who I am. You know what I am..” She quipped with a light of tongue, eyes coming once more to land upon his own as she pulled herself away slightly. “Do you see more than that? Do you see beyond me?” There was naught else she could do or say. She was out of her element feeling suddenly trapped in a situation she’d not called for. “Or should I just stop asking questions?”
14:40:13 Jer had intentionally neglected to mention how useless many of his future glimpses could be (e.g. a vision of students congesting a hallway between classes - an utterly purposeless opportunity for him to deja vu someday). In addition to that, which no one wants to hear about, he also omits the role emotions can play in the oracular roulette, too nebulous for him to describe anyway. "What've I seen..." he therefore softly repeats, his voice invariably trailing as much as his thought-laden gaze does to the side. The fifth year, who has essentially forgotten the nighttime chill of a few minutes ago, is now subconsciously able to spare a hand from its cozy confines and idly tease at his hair. It is a mere two brushes of his fingertips through lofted bangs, the second pass so much slower and more mindless than the first, before that hand descends to slip again into whence it came. Her line of questioning, seemingly constructed to a finite end just beyond his grasp, begs his pensive sights to fall to the ground.
14:40:18 [Jer] "Ask anythin you want," he offers her the moment next. "But now I 'ave to ask..." And as this singular question he wants to say begins to piece together in his mind, he lifts his eyes in order to capture hers. There is a very poignant point he must make here, and even his typical terseness requires this supplementary emphasis. "D'you want me to?" Though this seems to imply that he very well can see volumes into her, he prefers to shed light on the ethics and risks - the risks she faces - of him doing so. As far as his visions are concerned, there is no toying with the future. It can only be read. But peeking ahead in the tome of What-Is-Yet-To-Be had been the abuse that landed him here in the first place. Give him enough time and he can learn entirely too much about a person. Does she want him to discover something about her, or is she simply afraid that he eventually will (or, worse yet, already has)? No, he has to stop himself. She's likely only speaking the track of a curious mind. Though to
14:40:22 [Jer] his chagrin now, it should go without saying that a seer both has and lacks the right to be paranoid of others' intentions. "Sorry," he drops abruptly on a silent chuckle. Physically disconnecting himself too, he bunches his shoulders via straightened arms and flurries his gaze downwards, shifting weight to one foot and roving a lazy turn in the direction of the main doors. "Too 'eavy, that was. Forget I said anythin." Thereby are a few definitive steps taken, intent to return him inside. And yet, scuffing the sole of his shoe to a tarrying halt not far from where he'd stood, he opts to turn his head aside and decant the following to her from over a relaxed shoulder. "I ruined the surprise a who'll win the openin DBall match. And I know yer 'avin trouble pickin me a present." A sliver of a pause is loosened before a smirk plays at the corner of his lips. "But I don't know if I'll like it or not whatever ya end up gettin me. Don't sweat it then? S'no trouble if ya skip it." Then she can get back to her
14:40:26 [Jer] regular friends and not have to awkwardly go out of her way for him ever again. He doesn't mind doling her this 'Get out of jail free' card. In any case, having laid that much out in the open, he coaxes his leisurely gait onwards once more.
14:53:37 [Trix] There was much she could say in that moment, though her flustered face rapidly reddened to his question. The warm glow she continued to emanate would also feel warmer while her eyes widened, their almond shape giving expanse upon her features. If she could bury herself within her hat, she would, the inclined intention to reach up toward the mop of knitted mess atop her head and pull it down over her face would have sufficed, but she was too stunned for that. The question he’d offered had been unexpected to say the least, and she wasn’t entirely sure just what he meant by it. Though there truly was only one way to take it, as far as it was given. Lips parted in bated breath, while the fog like air escaped her nostrils as she breathed, wanting to make an attempt however to answer him in some what. Did she want him? Oddly enough she found herself curious about the male. He was in all ways good looking in that manner, enigmatic --
14:53:44 [Trix] that made him very much a mystery. There was a certain spell in his ways that she couldn’t deny were appealing, and he did make her stomach flip in a nervous type fashion while around him. A strange butterfly effect that had caused her to question initially approaching the male, rather than just jump in and say hello as she usually would. “Er.. “ Was all she could momentarily suss up though soon he was changing his mind, telling her to forget. “How can I forget you just asking me that?” She quipped, her head canting to one side, a lost strand of blond falling over her features, escaping the confines of the wool cap. “Wait..” She spoke turning to follow the man as he further revealed his skills, knowing she had him for her Secret Santa. The surprise was an element not required here. “Don’t go..” She questioned suddenly, unsure why she wanted him to stay. She did indeed want to know the male further. It was a passing fancy they’d met, but -
14:53:56 [Trix] she’d felt an intrinsic pull his way though she could not say why. “I don’t know.” In answer to the question that plagued her mind. “I mean, there is a curious pull toward you. I wanted to know you. To get to know you for your gift. And no, I won’t not get something. This is one past time at the school which I very much enjoy. Everyone deserves a gift at Christmas.” She paused in idle confrontation, keeping that warmth about her spread around them both so he not feel much of the chill. “Sorry, I.. was just caught off guard. If you want to go inside, you don’t have to stay here on my account, not at all..” Though the question was, did she truly want him to leave.
15:22:12 Jer could never have guessed the kind of effect he and his manner were having on the flaxen-haired girl. As far as he was willing to read into the situation, he's been nothing but a bother for her, inevitably making things more cumbersome and difficult in her quest for a simple clue. That's why it seemed only fair to let her off the hook and part their separate ways. And yet, such a blunt mode of severing and escape would not be allowed here tonight. Her initial request floats after him and, clearly having heard it, he can't outright ignore her and leave anyway. Thus his pace is brought to a grinding halt and a marginal turn given in order to allay his sights back to her. He listens (quite politely at that) before eventually loosing a smile to match the warmth she so generously shares. "S'pose you could come in with me," is the third option he coolly opts to serve. "Yer kinda too nice to be wastin so much heat on me in the first place." After all, she had said that she wouldn't be able to maintain it
15:22:16 [Jer] forever. "F'you do, you can ask me anythin you like an I'll answer plain an simple, give you aaall the info you need - an account of yer commitment to the Christmas spirit, of course." Offer delivered, he feels good about how reasonable it'd sounded on its way out of his mouth.
15:31:38 Trix hadn’t wanted to tag along with him inside, if he wanted to go his separate way. And she hoped he stayed now not just because she asked, but because he wanted to. Though the assumption of her warmth was correct. “We can go inside…” She quipped, while turning on her friendship essence, feeling slightly more comfortable around the male as more time passed. His agreement made her smile, and for a moment she merely allowed the warmth to spread further, before slowly dousing her light. It was an effort to keep it up, and whilst she was strong in both Fae magic and of course having her Father’s mage blood, she wasn’t that strong to keep a constant warmth a glowing. Gone of her features were signs of tears from just earlier when Mr. Blaze had lashed out toward her. Gone were the angry feelings inside, having been washed away by --
15:31:43 [Trix] curiosity and nature that pulled her inevitably toward the male she was desperately trying to get to know. The open question still on the table however, she gave it considerable thought as to what she would ask, how it may help her. Blue pools landed upon his own, darkness of the night creeping into the coloring of them, though they remained a lit by the lights of the Courtyard and entry way into the Institute. “What is the one thing you want the most. Right now - everyone has something they want. They desire. What is the one thing you find yourself longing for, the most at this point in time and do you see yourself getting it?” She questioned, the words flowing like a melody from her lips. It was posed, now it was to him to answer.
15:52:20 Jer instantly feels relieved once she actually agrees to go with him; in his opinion this had been the best compromise, and now his nerves are completely alleviated of the strain he'd placed by being a bit of a somber nuisance. His first couple of steps are very slow and moderately backwards, awaiting her to catch up alongside him. Then, for the rest of the way back indoors, their direction and pace are in sync. "Bloody 'ell," he dumps out on the breath of a laugh as he holds one of the main entry doors open for her. "You don't wank about on questions, do ya?" Though smacked with a big one, the seer is nevertheless humored with such an extensive end-all of an opening inquiry. "Right now?" he echoes back, like he needs the clarification as he deeply considers this. Slipping into Hex's foyer too, he seems to debate with himself (the hints visible on his countenance) before hesitantly opening his mouth to answer. "I 'ope I don think a somethin bet'er two minutes from now but, off the top a my 'ead, what I'd
15:52:24 [Jer] really like is a secret room in this place." He almost fears how honest he's being - not because of Trix but because of the powerful eyes and ears around every corner. To this end, he resists the temptation to explain exactly why he'd want such a thing (though some obvious guesses could be made for why any student would wish for a secret sanctuary).
16:02:39 [Trix] Motioned with him inside and found it quite delightful when he opened the door for her, being a proper gentlemen. Not all the guys in the school would have done such a thing and it remotely opens her eyes to more insights into the male beside her. Moving into the foyer, the warmth of the air circumvented around them both as she lowered her hands toward the buttons of her jacket, popping them open one by one to reveal a wool jumper underneath, atop of leggings which covered her small, slender legs. Dainty in how she dressed, she was casual for it was after hours of classes and still well before curfew rang out. The same hands would move atop her head to remove the wool cap which allowed her golden spun strands to trundle outward, spilling around her shoulders and framing her Fae features that danced elegantly upon her face. --
16:02:45 [Trix] Her azure eyes capturing the light, she seemed almost ethereal in presence, like a wayward fae, hair disheveled as if she’d just come in from the wildness itself. The question was promptly answered, though she did not ask why to his response. Merely soaked in the words of a secret space, where he could be and do as he wished. Of course, anyone going to the school would want such a room. A moment of freedom away from the bars. It gave her further insight to the male and she paused in her steps to gaze upon him. “Sorry if that was a bit tough. I only had one question so had to go for the jugular with it..” She smiled widely, the look itself giving rise to her pretty features, while mischief echoed in her hues. “It helps you know. The answer.” She cemented letting him know she was satisfied with the response. “It shows me a little of who you are. Without you coming right out and telling me. Of course, that would be the easy way to --
16:02:56 [Trix] solve a mystery and I like a bit of a challenge..” Her words spoken, she would continue to walk with him again, though not quite sure where they’d be heading to. Probably the dining hall or even the library perhaps, or maybe he would now go his separate way. Oddly enough, once again Trix found him wanted to stay. She was enjoying his presence. “Do you know the person you have to buy for?” She quipped, making light conversation as they walked.
16:30:12 Jer , as he found himself staring perhaps a second or two longer than he ought to, couldn't have been treated to a more pixie-like appearance without leaves or twigs tangled into those natural locks too. Luckily, this is one kidnapping of his attention that he can blink himself out of. So when she slows to a pause and he takes notice, he treads only a couple steps more in order to rest against the staircase banister close at hand. He perches on its edge, his palms out of pockets and rested on either side of him, and there exists a modest slouch to his shoulders though his head remains high. He offers a mirthful smile, an expression always so earnest throughout the whole of his features, to assure her that no apology was necessary in the matter. The look will soon fade from his countenance though, yet only because more thoughtful curiosity and comprehension seep in instead (as she divulges the merits of his concise answer). "Well, like I'd said," he quickly replies, lifting a hand in a briefly urging gesture,
16:30:17 [Jer] "don't stress about it. Anythin you get me, granted it isn't a cruel prank," suggesting that he could handle and not even mind a lighter prank, "will be fine." Maybe he should have crafted a little lie and tell her that he already knew he would enjoy whatever she gifts him. Then she wouldn't even have to worry. Never too late to employ that plan, he stows it for the moment as her gait resumes; he, in turn, nudges away from the banister and falls alongside her. Like an Ouija board (the use of which he doesn't condone) that is guided by all hands and yet none at all, their ultimate destination remains undetermined even as they climb the stairs to the second level. They'll be roaming the halls at this rate, thinking the other is guiding. "Yeah," he answers her. "I got a faculty, turns out. Mister Vostok, the librarian? Dunno what to get 'im. Probably not a book though." At least he's narrowed down his options that much.
16:54:07 Trix knew Mr. Vostok incredibly well! Well enough she could help Jeremy with his quest for a gift. This news elates her as she gets to help yet another person and one she found herself enjoying the moment with. “Ah, well I’ll let you in on a little secret that may help you in this case.” She spoke gleefully, following along, letting him lead the way without knowing he was expecting her to do such a thing. Eventually the Great Hall would come into sight and it was only natural they’d be pulled inside. The hall however wouldn’t be so full as usual as it was after diner. Most people were spending their time playing board games, or various card games and alike, while others simply sat and spoke. As she gazed within though she felt suddenly an odd situation that such a place would demand she share the male beside her as no doubt their friends are inside and would look to them both to be seated at their table. Could they find a place of their own and continue ---
16:54:18 [Trix] their situation or would he delve of to be with his friends, saying good night. Trix found herself in a conundrum and merely paused outside the Hall, leaning back against the arch window, allowing the light glow from outside to surrounded her like a near halo that kept her present look continuing to be wild fae from outdoors. It suited her this look, for it was in many ways who she was. Often thought of, at least by herself as a wallflower, it was just the right countenance to indeed portray a flower as it were. Unaware of his gaze, (for she’d never think he’d look to her for any other reason than speaking or needing something of her as most people, guys would), she continued as she held her hands out in front of her. Emphasizing her words as she spoke. “I know Mr. Vostok quite well. In fact, I’m in the library most of my free time.” Yes, she was a bookworm. That was no surprise. “He has a book that he’s keeping for me. One that I’ve been reading but can’t really be released out into the student body as it
16:54:30 [Trix] could lead to dangerous situations. But I go read after classes usually, in the evening after hours. He allows me to do this, and is often around.” She paused somewhat, realizing she was rambling. “I can help you. I can be your spy if you like and get information you need. And don’t be surprised if it ends up being a book. He does in fact, enjoy to read. He also likes a good mystery..” She paused, her lips wide with her smile, her face animated though she came to realize something of Jeremy that wasn’t at all like other guys who spoke to her. He hadn’t asked her for one thing. Even though she had approached, most guys would ask for her homework help, or notes, or something she could do to get them better grades. Someone was always seeking something from her. But Jeremy didn’t seem to do that at all. Perhaps this was why she enjoyed his current company. It felt good to offer to help, before being asked to do so.
17:20:41 Jer can't help but notice how Dietrich's name ignites a ready recognition in his present company. Her enthusiasm and helpfulness that soon follows is a very welcomed surprise, too (especially considering the fact that the Tritus boy was already prepared on getting the librarian no more than a safe, meaningless, stock type of gift). "Yer kiddin," he voices in jovial disbelief as she begins to paint this picture of her regular experience with his giftee. Like this, the whole of his interest seems to be - and is - invested in her and her accounts. Thus, even if some of his friends do happen to be here (and not more likely in their house common room) he hasn't noticed. Obviously he is a distractible and often out of it youth, so surely they wouldn't take any offense to his ignorance now should they expect him to join them. Therefore, he settles in at Trix's side, remaining standing but with a shoulder leaned to the stony wall. "What, would you really?" Be an inside spy for him, that is. "I don' want'er make you
17:20:45 [Jer] do anythin... extraneous. If I'm bein 'onest, I go to the library a lot too an never even exchanged more than a few words with the man." He's also never noticed her there either, so that really goes to show how much the seer actually sees in the present. "It's my own fault. You shouldn't... You probably 'ave bet'er things to be doin than spyin on librarians for me."
17:36:53 Trix smiled as he took place beside her as she allowed the coat she wore to slide down her arms and off her body on the whole. It was warm in the school and she was getting too hot wearing the heavy material. She sets it down before her, not caring about placing it on the ground before continuing to lean against the window. A soft chill resonating from the glass keeping her comfortable enough. Eyes were held in the highest regard as Jeremy spoke, though she shook her head emphatically. “I’d love to help. I like Mr. Vostok. He’s a good man.” Especially since he didn’t get Trix in trouble when she’d asked for a first edition of Huddleston’s Compendium of Hexes - a rare edition if ever there was one of hexes that weren’t taught in the school. Having found the second edition for her, she’d made it quite clear to the librarian that some of the hexes --
17:36:58 [Trix] shouldn’t be allowed in the hands of other students for dangerous situations could occur. Rather than scold her for having the book, he agreed to hold on to the book for her, while going to look for the first edition as Trix was very certain that from the original to the next several hexes had been removed by the council. It was a mystery she was trying to solve and the good Librarian had been set to help her. “I don’t mind at all. It’s not really going out of my way and well, then you can get him a meaningful gift.” That s