II. Bloody Sunday [Sunday 2nd, Dawn]

12:41:29 Mila 's eyes narrowed irritably and she found herself struggling to resist a childish urge to stomp her foot. The dare wasn't eternally ignored for his latest comments had drawn from her plush lips, something along the lines of “Russian asshole.” Of course the opening door drew her eye, and she canted her head to better peer into the Ether radiating depths, gasping as he dared to throw the Grimoire. The absence of a thud or crash calmed her some, but she was still angered by the callous handling. As for the punishment she nodded her assent curtly. It was not something she would enjoy, but there was simply no refusing to see to one's punishments at Hex, especially not when you were gifted one that would at least not be physically painful. To do so would only be asking for harsh treatment. Mila preferred her back without lacerations, and her mind in one, Luthor absent piece. The girl ultimately left as intended, heading to a sulky a sleep-absent rest in her dormitory until eventually crawling from her bed with shadows beneath her eyes. It was early, early morning and the girl couldn't help but to believe there was a better way of spending her early Sunday. She slipped on the fitted shorts of her Physical Education uniform, the navy clinging to the shapely curve of her hips like a second skin, in the same fashion as the matching T-shirt. Sneakers completed her ensemble and then she was headed down through the Crux common room and out through the empty, darkened hallways of Hex. It was eerily quiet for so largely populated a school, but the hour was early. The weekend in session. Mila hurried her steps to evade further reprimands over tardiness – and then soon enough she was heading down one of the staircases that led to the first basement floors. Most of the basement was locked, being the kitchens and swimming pool, the later being only available only during regular hours. She travelled with a conjured orb of light that danced just ahead of her, and stopped only at one of the large, engraved doors – locked, that paved the way to the bathing pools it was required that she clean.

13:04:00 [Dietrich`] A soft tune of some old Slavic folk song drifted almost eerily on whistled notes, bouncing off the thick stone walls of the basement level. As it grew nearer, so did the sound of bare feet slapping on damp stone. “And here you are.” Said a cheerful tone from behind her as Dietrich walked up and lifted a big iron keyring from his pocket, slipping one of the keys into the lock. He was dressed in a pair of navy shorts not unlike those issued to students, and a grey fitted t-shirt with a towel slung around his neck. “And here I was thinking you would not show.” The lock disengaged with an echoing click and the doors swung back on rusty old hinges. A rush of heated, vapid air swirled out to greet them, stinking of mildew and earthy moss. Dietrich walked ahead into the stinking darkness, the sound of snapping fingers preceding a warm orange glow growing to light up the room. The floors, walls and ceilings were tiled, lined with black slippery mold. Walled divisions rose partway to the low ceilings, separating square, shallow pools of thick murky green. The waters which were supposed to be warm were lukewarm at best, but at least they wouldn’t be anywhere near freezing. “There you go davushka. All yours.” Dietrich smiled grimly and crossed his arms. “You can work as many or as few hours as you like, but your punishment will end when at least two baths are clean. You will find tools you need behind that wall there.” He pointed a hand at a stall formed out of the same tiled divisions off against one wall, which contained a clutter of mops, scrub brushes and buckets, their wood as moldy and rotten as the rest of the place. “And no magic shortcuts.”

13:31:51 [Trix] There was only so much magic the Fae could do. She couldn’t magically make food appear nor hot chocolate, but she could lit a flame that would enable the wood to alit, the fire starting as the wood chosen would be ripe for such. It wasn’t damp as Trix had aired it out - it was a mixture of pine and cedar, with a few oak logs within that would allow the fire to last and give of enough warmth. It wasn’t a huge fire however, small enough to be contained, but nice enough to be cosy. The wood snapped and cracked as it came a glow and the scent of smoke began to waft upward into the sky. “I cannot make food nor drink. Sorry Xarissa..” she commented toward the girl who had helped gather some of the wood. “I have powers, but I’m not that powerful yet. There was some tricks I cannot do, despite my name.” She smiled sheepishly, her pale skin taking upon it an orange tinge from the glow of the flame as she glanced toward Kyran. “We’ve plenty of time for breakfast. It’s not that late yet. Get warmed up by the fire, then we can all go inside nice and dry, and have some food. I’m getting hungry too.” Trix spoke, allowing the heat of the flames to grow in height, to take away the blue tinge on Kyran’s lips. “Sounds like interesting fun Xarissa to be out with your own kind after hours.” As she slipped back to the topic of the Were’s and the night before. “I wish they had that for Fae’s.. one night where we could slip outside. You probably do with Shifters, to, right Kyran?” She questioned the male, whilst she enjoyed the warmth of the dry ground and fire that would soon warm them all up.

13:33:19 Mila shuddered at the eerie tunes that found her in the darkness, lit only by the slight gloom offered from the glow of an orb she had conjured. Before Dietrich had quite joined her, the girl jerked at the freezing chill of a Spirit brushing her flesh. Hex was ridden with ghosts that would not pass, the transparent forms true misery that remained between both worlds – unable to communicate nor see the students that lived around them. It was hard to make out faint features, but even in the darkness Mila could see that it was the Institute's latest passer. Charlemagne Quinn. An expression of haunting sorrow was plagued about her pretty face, and her hands often rose from the lax hang at her sides to press at her chest as if she spoke of missing something. She wore the same uniform that she had died in, but the gore that her body had been found in was missing – not that Mila was to know. Luthor had told them suicide, and with the sadness etched on the girl's countenance and the hands oft' pressed to her chest seemed to tell tales of a broken heart, a disease that preyed on hormonal teenagers often. Living at Hex so long made the live girl accustomed to the spirits, but not altogether comfortable at being near them. Especially not the ones she had seen be very much alive – the ancient ones weren't so much a bother, but to see a girl she saw every day in this form? It was unsettling. She was all too glad to have Dietrich arrive after the girl's departure, and then he was leading her inside, to the bathing pools. “And risk further punishment? I'm not stupid.” To say the room smelled and looked unpleasant was to be understating the matter entirely. Ugh. Mila waved away her orb now that the room was list, and sighed whilst pressing her hands to her hips as if readying herself to tackle a great task. “I'm not a davu-.” Hmph. It was hard to keep her pesky tongue in check when the Russian was both irritating and not as violent as most of the staff. Dryke would have had her flayed by now, Fritzl would have near drowned her and Mila didn't even want to think about what Luthor would have done. The girl trudged for the offered tools, found a scrubber and got down on hands and knees like a quintessential Cinderella and began to scrub the floor with the occasional grunt of effort leaving her lips. She presumed Dietrich would leave her to the grub work.

13:39:10 Xarissa She whimpered softly, and cast her eyes downwards, as she sucked up against his leg. "But, I'm so hungry." Xarissa whined, as she threw her arms haphazardly around his knees, pretty near clinging. "If you don't let me go to go and eat, I'll surely wither away, and then what use will I be? Or perhaps I'll pass out, and then what will happen, you two will leave, an someone will find me, and questions will be asked!" If he wasn't warmer than herself, she probably would have released his legs sooner, but Xarissa sayed, just enough to suck some up, before going onto her own task. "I was just kidding. I know spawning up food isn't a possibility." She chewed on her bottom lip, then rippled again with the cold. Rather than suffer her wet winter jacket, like she had the day before, that was shrugged off, and left to rest beneath her ass, keeping her from stting on the snow as she wrapped her hands around her arms, rubbing them. She would only e warmer without it, for so long. She didn't know what they were calling it, but, hey. She shrugged somewhat. "You probably did miss out." And, he probabyl would have no other chance to get a rough and tumble like that. "It'll just be torture to pull away from the fire, after we've warmed up." Get all warm, then step out into the cold again, and freeze a second time. It'd feel worse a second time around. "It is fun." She pressed her lips thin, then shrugged. "You guys don't go silly with the moons, though." She poked her tongue out, then pulled her knees inwards, setting her head upon her knees. Her jacket needed to dry out completely before she came outdoors again. This cold skin wasn't going to tolerate much more freezing. "What I wouldn't do for some belgian waffles." With a puff of cold breath, she flopped back.

14:04:12 [Dietrich`] It was unfortunate that Dietrich hadn’t gotten a glimpse of the ghostly girl, for it might’ve lead to an interesting conversation. He hadn’t been at the school for the girl’s death, but he had heard the rumors. Everyone heard them eventually. Kids just loved the macabre, and few things were more so than a student dying at school, suicide or otherwise. It was the very essence of good ghost stories told around commonroom fires on cold winter nights. Crossing his arms Dietrich leaned against a slick wall and watched Mila, merely laughing at Mila’s little grumbles. For whatever reason, he seemed in a much better mood this morning. Perhaps the prospect of starting a new day, or what enjoyment he got from setting a girl like Mila to a distasteful task like cleaning out sludge-filled old bathing pools. “I am going to the pool just down passage here. I will check up on you periodically.” He informed her as he watched the girl fetch a scrubber and start with the tiled floor. He was a little disappointed that she didn’t go for the pool first, he would’ve loved to see her expression when she was wading hip-deep in that slimy murk, but he too had things to get done. Dietrich bent and set down the satchel he’d carried down with him on a stone bench by the wall. Pulling his towel from his shoulders he then bent over and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing the thing casually aside and taking his towel back up. “I will see you later. Enjoy.” Dietrich smiled thinly and turned to leave. It wasn’t particularly common to see the man without a shirt, and he often wore long sleeves with high collars otherwise. As it was currently, Mila was afforded a rare glimpse of tattoos that normally remained hidden. Grayish-blue lines covered most of his back in a stylized design of the Virgin Mary whilst a rose-eating tigerhead adorned one half of his chest. The sunrise on his shoulder was drawn in jagged, blurred lines, with a small scorpion on his right hip, just above the beltline. Not exactly the usual affair for any casual enthusiast.

14:18:40 Mila grumbled a response when he noted that he would be leaving her to her own devices - ones that centered painfully around the mouldy pools. There was no amusement in her tone when she uttered simply, "Great. Have fun."</u> Beneath her breath she may have grumbled something about Russian men and their virtues - or lack there of. By the side of the pool scrubbing it was clear that the girl had no intention of getting into the <i>slurm until she had no choice but to do so. Mila was not a girl who refused to get her hands dirty but then, there were seldom people to be found that didn't mind wading in mould and relishing in the fine scent which would waft from such a.. fine scene. Once he moved to leave, the girl found her interest vaguely piqued – typically, for the removal of his shirt. Seeing a younger teacher shirtless wasn't something that would escape the notice of most girls, and that was ignoring the fact that he had interesting, unexpected ink stained to his flesh. Eyes of crystalline smoke roamed his form, and she did nothing to hide her inspection of him, considering that he was likely on his way out and may even fail to notice. Scrub a dub dub, one Mila in a tub.

14:30:07 Trix perhaps it was the Earth Mage in her that made her want to stay outside, the fact she could be in nature and enjoy herself surrounded by the beautiful forests. She hadn’t gotten to the gift making she wanted to but sitting by the fire was nice in itself. Yet, her own stomach growled with the need for hunger that she leaned forward to douse the fire, letting it settle down to naught and knowing it was out good by throwing some snow on it with her mitten-covered hands. Kyran too leave, running of toward the Hall with a promise to meet with them later, which would leave Xarissa and Trix alone to walk back to school together. “So Xarissa, what do you usually like to do?” She questioned, opening a conversation between the two. Trix was comfortable at making such and preferred to talk rather than walk back in a quiet, nervous type fashion. Her boots crunched the snow under her light of step, while braids gathered in the breeze, wisps of hair breaking free from binds leaving her more dishevelled than she had been. While cap still atop her head would keep the coldness from effectively seeping through to her bones. She was cosy and warm underneath the coat, though hers wasn’t as wet as Xarissa’s had been. “For fun that is? What do you enjoy, Xarissa?” Azure hues gazed ahead, watching the courtyard come in sight as they trundled their way toward the Institute, the Castle regal and bearing in how it stood on high before them. Trix didn’t know Xarissa well, but that never stopped her from meeting new people, even though Trix was a wallflower who preferred her own company. “Hobbies and the like..” She quipped playfully.

14:33:13 Dietrich` did indeed have his back turned, and did not notice Mila’s curious gaze upon him as he made his way out and left her to her task. With the iron keyring jangling in his pocket, he made his way to the indoor pool and unlocked it, slipping inside, the echo of the gates audible throughout most of the basement floor. It was a good hour before the patter of bare feet announced Dietrich’s return to Mila’s little hole, stepping through the archway whilst drying his short hair with one hand. “How is it coming?” He asked casually, taking a good look around before making his way back over to the bench and snatching his shirt up again. He settled himself down next to his satchel and pulled his shirt back over his head, leaning back and cocking one leg over the other once he was done. How nice of him to sit there and relax whilst poor Mila did all the grunt work.

14:37:07 Xarissa She'd shiver, when the fire was put out, but, that was probably for the best. Picking up her coat as she rose up onto her feet, shaking out the jacket that might just weigh more than she did. Food sounded like a good idea. Waving off the male, she'd gnaw on her lip, then reached to rub her cheek. She wasn't tired, but, she contemplated a morning nap sometime after all the conversing was done. Letting the jacket drape over her arm, the small thing become shroud in wet cold. "What do I...usually like to do?" It was as though the question had stunned her. What did she usually like to do? All she did usually, was sit around and read. She hung out with Patrick, and...that was what Xarissa did, on a regular basis. She didn't have many friends to do much else with, no boys to chase. She was quite the opposite of what a pretty little thing should be. "I, uhm..." She took in a deep breath. "I uh, I don't...I don't do much. I read." She bit her bottom lip, "And draw..." Yea, that's about all she does on her ow. "I don't really...have a whole lot that I do." And when she wasn't busy doing that stuff, it seemed she was busy getting in trouble. So, she made to keep herself busy. Eyes scanned over the warmth that was not too far away. "I really...really aren't all that interesting, it seems. I don't have anything exicting to do, nor gossip to share." Once they crossed the courtyard, she'd pry the door open, leaning against it. "Yourself?"

14:51:10 Trix listened to Xarissa as she walked, the crunching sound of snow emitted from her boots as they approached the courtyard. The questions were meant to trick Xarissa, Trix was just being social and keeping a conversation flowing between two people. They were questions she normally asked another when getting to know someone. Then again, Trix could be rather forward at times, not realizing just how nosey she may be. Soon enough the doorway was approached, the large looming entryway into the warmth was opened by Trix, held open long enough for Xar to walk through as she contemplated her own answers to the question put forth. “Well, I love to read, but I think everyone in the entire School knows that. It’s rare to see me without a book. I like both fiction and non fiction..” Said the nerd in her. “As well as studying. It’s a hobby, to continually learn. I want to know details of things, not just the casual side.” Her words given as she let go of the door, allowing it to close behind her while walking into the hallway, moving toward the stairs to head to the second floor. “I also like to be outside. Anything to do with nature really, but that’s the Earth Mage in me I’m sure. And, I love to fly.” She gave her answers. There was nothing intricate about the woman, but she was a closed book when it came to more personal questions. She never spoke to anyone about a crush she may have, or a boy she may like, for example. “Anyhow, here we are.. Now you can get out of those wet clothes and get warmed..” She glanced toward Xarissa, “I’m going to head to my room to hang my coat up and such. I’ll meet with you later hopefully! It’s been nice meeting you, Xarissa..” Said the 6th year, before turning to bound off through the stairs toward Crux House.

14:54:32 Mila was allowing herself a short break. One didn't simply go the the full moon without sleep due to a fussing mind and howling wolves and then attempt to clean the large, ancient bathing pools that were almost as decrepit as the book that landed her there in the beginning. In fact, she had all but reclined on the unsanitary floor, lying prone on her stomach. Crossed, her forearms provided a cushion that at least kept her face from the moulded form, while the rest of her lay straight. Sleep had finally come to her. Once Dietrich, <i>returned to her little hole, he would find the sleeping girl – and likely rouse her to a murmur or so when he asked her how it was coming. Already she had scrubbed a fair diamter fairly clean, the said diameter at the shore of one of the pools and indeed the place where she lay. A clean little nest, if you will. How nice of him to sit there and relax while Mila had a nap. His voice had roused her a little, but she wasn't entirely awake nor moving – apparently unaware in the sanctuary of slumber that she was in trouble, and risking all the more by being a sloth.

15:00:36 Xarissa With how heavy her feet felt with the canvas shoes she wore, she was tempted to throw them off before she even got to the doors. She hadn't meant to give an awkward answer, but th thing was, Xarissa didn't have muh that she did. Was was, as much as she disliked it, and wanted to change it, a loner. She spent her spare time off in her room, holed up with a book, or focusing on studies, or something of the sort. Speaking of books, where the hell was the book that Xarissa had come outside with. She looked at her person as Trix mentioned her joy of reading, coming to a full hault as she shook out her jacket, then bit her bottom lip. Oh, darn. Well, she'd come out and find it later, and hope to heavens that it wasn't ruined y the fact that it was out there, potentially, in the snow. "I prefer fiction...something about the adventures, and freedom. Things like that." She'd shiver, her skin goosebumping for what was visible, when they entered the warmth of the home-away-from-home that really wasn't like a home. "Outside is nice...It's much better than being cooped up inside, although...with being tiny and prone to roll in the snow, well, I can't stay out there long, or else I'll freeze." And then, she would be a frozen wolfscicle. When given permission to go on her own way, Xarissa nodded, and lifted her blue-tipped fingers, to wiggle them as she went off towards the Magnus dorms, in order to get out of her wet clothes. From a turtleneck and jeans, she went to a pair of white-wash skinnies, and a colourful shirt with a slitted length upon the back. That probably wasn't a good idea, but...whatever. Wear her stripes with pride. Even a belt was donned, as she pulled on a little pair of shoes, in order to usher herself to hang up her wet clothes, then went off, with intentions to get to the Hall, in order to put food in that hungry stomach, and, to look for her company a second time.

15:22:43 [Dietrich`] Shirt finally pulled over his head—he had no idea why the made the neck holes so tiny on these things—he frowned down at Mila’s prone form. Rather than settle back comfortably as he intended, he got up and walked over to the girl, giving her side a gentle prod with a toe. Slacking on the job, eh? Well he couldn’t have that now. He had to stay to supervise Mila when she was down here, and he had more important things to do than waste his time watching her nap! When all he got were sleepy mumblings and no actual effort to rise, Dietrich straightened and placed his fists on his hips. He cast his gaze around looking for ideas, and found the answer when his gaze settled on the murky pool. He bent down quietly and edged his hands in underneath her torso, and in one quick motion, hopefully before she could realize what was coming, flipped her over and into the slimy old pool with a great green splash.


16:51:05 Kyran had returned to his room to shower and change, striping off his snow-melt sodden jacket and jeans to don his usual navy blue pants and white button up. One glance at his reflection in the stuffy school uniform assured him that he still hated the thing and resignedly he pulled his house sweat shirt on over it. After some searching he even managed to find clean dry socks and both of his shoes! Then he was off again and headed for the great hall. A few swipes at his wet hair had it messily spiked just the way he preferred without so much as a glance in the mirror and, feeling better after their little romp in the woods, his eyes had regained their ludicrously turquoise hue. A few words, most the raucous and crude sort were exchanged with other students in passing but on the whole Kyran made the trip down to the great hall without interruption. He’s thought he’d be the first there but as he stepped through the looming doorway he was greeted by the sight of xarissa already waiting.

16:57:36 Xarissa Did he really anticipate to get down there before the little werewolf? She didn't have to reapply make up, or redo her entire hairdo, or anything like that. Infact, Xarissa didn't wear make up, and typically, her hair was well behaved. The ends were heavily curled, but, it was rather physically appealing. Big blues scanned around the Hall, as she made her way inwards the rest of the way, to go and plunk her butt down, and helping herself to breakfast. For once, she felt like she could eat like a horse. Shovel it down. Picking herself up a big fat belgian waffle, just as she said she wanted, she took the starchy delight, and dropped some fruit on it, then some syrup. Yum. Couple that with a glass of orange juice, and she was set to go, for now. Bottomless pit Xarissa today. Maybe her body was trying to make up for all the food she hadn't been eating since arriving to school. Looking over towards the door, she'd paint on a quirked smile. Lifting one of her hands, she'd wiggle her delicate digits in his direction. Ah, come join her! Now they just needed to wait for Trix. Should he, she'd grin. "Warmed up?"

17:03:17 Trix hadn’t been that wet from her trip outdoors. She had retained a relative warmth, but she had managed to evade getting hit by and falling into the snow which had left the young woman fairly dry. Though, she had returned to her rooms to hang up her school coat, mittens and hat. Hair continued to be in a dishevelled, near wild state once her hat was removed, the two braids in a near messy chagrin down the front of her, curving over the subtle nuance of her chest. The tips dangling just below the swell. The wool sweater she wore sunk to her thighs, but was shapely and form fitting while underneath her leggins rose upwards covering her slender legs, but revealing their tone shaped. Upon her feet she adorned black loafers which were both comfortable and warm. Rosy cheeks still splayed across her features from her tip outside, while the tip of her nose and ears retained the tinge of red from the chill. It offered a natural guise to her presence that was both dainty and pretty, an impish delight if ever there was one as she walked down the hallway and toward the great hall. Already the smell of breakfast was hitting the area as pancakes, waffles, toast, bacon, eggs and more filled the area with their great scent, giving her stomach to curl a little more with hunger. Soon bounding in through the main entry way, she paused just briefly to spy the table where Xarissa already sat, along with Kyran who’d ran in ahead of them earlier. Trix was happy he appeared to be in a better mood. Chalk one for Trix this time as she felt successful in her achievement. Moving through the gathering crowd, she soon approached the table, opting to sit across from Kyran and beside Xarissa who was already gathering a plate full of food. It would be long before Trix joined in as she welcomed them both. “Hey again.. Now we’re all cozy, lets eat.” Her voice was sprightly, the same happy go lucky creature Trix ever was. Smiling with the natural charm that becomes her, looking like the little nymph she was.

17:14:47 Kyran would reflect her grin right back at her as Xarrissa waggled her fingers in his direction. He crossed the hall swiftly enough, settling in beside her and reaching for a plate. “Much better.” He agreed in his distinct Afrikaans tone. As usual Kyran’s taste ran away from the usual breakfast vein and he snatched up a sweet potato, some fruit and a hefty serving of eggs. It took him a moment but he finally located the bacon and added a few strips to his plate. By that time Trix had joined them. And he flicked his eyes upward, speaking around a bite of eggs. “way ahead of ya.” He swallowed and picked around at the sweet potato. “Pass the honey and butter Xar?” He asked then in general. “so what do you two have planned for today?”

17:18:14 Xarissa Could she be blamed? She was one hungry creature, now that she was settled down, and actually realized it. She'd gone that long, without realizing the gnawing at the inside of her stomach. Once preparing a diabetic nightmare, that could only be completed should she have had whipped cream and powdered sugar instead, she'd begin to arrange the fruit ontop of the syrupy waffle, pushing berries into the little pockets. She was particular about her waffles. They had to be prepared and eaten in a particular way. Then, as if she didn't know that there was bacon, when he piled it onto his plate, she sneakily, playful intentions, reached to kidnap a piece of his and shove it into her mouth, before he could complan. It was just a little piece, so it wasn't like he was missing out on much. "There we go, much better." She smirked, as she looked down to her plate Lifting pools of the oceanside, which finally looked tired, she settled her pale eyes upon Trix, giving her too, a wave. "There's only one better way to be cozy, rather than sitting here with all this noise, and that's with, like I said, cocoa and a fire." And marshmellows, don't forget those. Now that she wasn't so frigid, she realized, ontop of the tiredness, she ached. Better get some food in there, or her body would win, and she'd pass out from the lack of energy needed to run that tiny engine. With that, she'd begin cutting the waffle, square by square, to push past her plush, still paled out lips. "Honey and butter." She repeated, as she reached for them, and slid them in his direction. "What're you gonna put honey on, honey?" She just had to make the play off the words. "Sleep, eventually. Now that I've stopped going, I'm exhausted. Other than that, probably hang inside and warm up." Her eyes cast towards Trix, waiting on her response. What did the fellow reader have in mind? "Maybe even ask Trix here, if she can recommend me a book or two to read. I go through them pretty quick."

17:20:42 Mila had risen far earlier than suited her usual habits, forced to grub work in the basements – cleaning the decrepit bathing pools that seemed to have been unused and ignored for the last age. There had been no time before the breakfast hour for her to return and change her clothing so the girl was a little bit chilled, making her way up to the Great Hall clad only in the form fitting, physical education uniform. The navy blue shorts were as form fitting as a second skin and typically shortened to suit her preference, while the navy shirt was equally brief and equally fashioned to suit the hourglass curves of her svelte figure. Both were splotched with water from her janitorial efforts but she was relatively clean, and carrying the scent of strawberry and cream parfum that she was mindful enough to spritz herself with moments before. As her bare, slim legs took to an easy gait the girl was reaching up with the prowess of a feline. The stretch tugged the hem of her shirt up some, revealing a band of bare midriff. Mila's dainty hands were busied with the fastening the held her sable locks in a ponytail. Just as she was heading up the side of one table, the band was loosened and her hair gave way to the fall of gravity, in a flow of sleek tresses that framed her exotic countenance. Keen eyes spied Trix, Kyran and another girl she vaguely knew. With none of her other closest seemingly about, the girl slid with limber ease in beside Kyran. “Morning. Sleep well?” This was delivered with an infectious, typical Mila smirk, a jest given in light of the fact that few would have enjoyed a full nights rest – not when the moon was full and the howls rampant through the night. Despite her early rise and the loss of her precious tome, Mila was especially.. glowing today. Her cheeks were given color, and her eyes were bright and piercing. Why, it was hard to look away. She chose for a breakfast of fruit salad and began to spoon the sweet fruit between those plush, cherry-stained lips.

17:27:29 [Trix] Noted the shifter’s strange delight in specific foods but it wasn’t any different than any other day when she’d sat with Kyran around. Since September they had, on the odd occasion at some point been seated together to eat, whether it be breakfast, lunch of dinner. Her own food was gathered which was toast and eggs. Her plate not quite so piled on as the others, but then again she exerted less energy than them both. At least in terms of them being both of the shifting kind. Nibbling upon a toast with egg scattered across it, she chewed momentarily in thought. It was Sunday. Usually her mornings were spent reading some text or another, and usually the afternoon was spent doing the same. It wasn’t atypical to see her with a book. And as of late, within the last few weeks at least, she’d been spending an awful lot of time in the Library with Mr. Vostok and Jeremy. The two having created quite the budding friendship. Platonic friendship that was. She looked up to Mr. Vostok, even though he was just a few years her elder, due to the fact he was an Earth Mage, like herself. And Jeremy, well, they seemed to get along quite well, enjoying the same things. Plus, she needed to know him as he was her Gifted for the Secret Santa. Swallowing the toast, she cleared her throat then spoke, her words soft, her tone like honey. “I’ll probably spend the afternoon in the Library.” She shrugged. Typically no one had anything better to offer her, and thus it was where most of her weekends were spent. She was about to speak further when Mila arrived on scene. “Hey Mila..” she commented noting the female’s good looks and exotic structure. Trix always felt like a wallflower beside Mila. Thus whatever she was going to say remained quiet for now. She typically knew how things would go from here on in.

17:43:45 Kyran Nearly yelped in dispair as his bacon disappeared past the little she-wolfs lips before he even finished registering what had happened. The shifter in turn snapped his teeth threateningly and growled in mock aggression. “better watch you fingers, that you don’t loose one doing that!“ He warned jokingly reaching to except the condiments she was passing him. At the coinciding question he eyed Xarissa like she might have been just a bit on the mad side but smirked at her little pun none the less. What was he putting honey and butter on she asked? It should have been obvious. He plopped a chunk of real butter on the hot sweet potato, then drizzled it with raw honey and mashed it all together. He had to search the drink toppings but he found some ground cinnamon to sprinkle in as well. Finished he quirked a brow at Xarissa and answered her. “the only way to eat a breakfast sweet potato is with butter and honey.” He took a bite, savoring it a bit to theatrically for emphasis before tucking into the whole of his breakfast with an enthusiasm only a heavily exercised teenage boy can muster. “psh. You girls and your books.” He huffed in feigned distain finishing off his eggs in a few shoveled bites. “guess I’ll be finding someone else to hang with, if I have to read another word on my days off I’m literally going to have a seizure.” He was about to go on, washing his food down with clean pure water when Mila slid onto the bench beside him. Her chipper question only gained her a small scowl as everyone knew that even the dead had trouble sleeping last night. “Don’t get me started.” He grumbled but couldn’t help but notice how Mila looked no worse for wear, in fact she seemed like at any moment rainbows might actually burst from her skin. Radiant. That was the word. He regarded her appreciatively before coking his head to the side. “Some one had a good night.” And with those words his mouth twisted into a tiny amused smile. “Ok spill. Who was it?” Yes that was exactly what he was suggesting…

17:48:46 Xarissa The growl and the snap made her snicker, and wiggle her fingers, walking them across the table, and just barely touching his plate, as if to take him up on his challenge that she may lose a question. Hell, if he gave her a face, she'd go a little closer, but out of politeness, didn't snag another bite from it, as she drew back to her own dish, "Ah." She shrugged, more interested in her waffle, rather than a bit of sweet potato. "If you bring me a cup of hot chocolate, with marshmellows in it, then I won't read a book, and you won't have to find someone else to entertain yourself, unless, of course, you'd rather do that. Then again, all you've got to do, is give the order." Playing back into the joke she had earlier made. "I don't really have a book to read right now. I have a book to go find." And so, she'd thrust a hand out. "Hot chocolate, and we have a deal." Deal? Deal. She hoped. Another person had joined them, one that obviously knew the two people around her. Xarissa pressed her lips together, keeping herself on a more quiet streak as she picked at her breakfast. Getting something in on her empty stomach was pure bliss. She hadn't eaten much yesterday, so, getting something in on her stomach was rather heavenly, there was no way she could lie. Looking at the size of her, it was a wonder she could put much more than a piece of toast away. Then again, it was always the little ones, that could eat and never put on a pound. "I don't mind hanging around with you, if you'd rather do something other than sit in the library. It'd have to be after I catch a catnap, though, providing my hot chocolate deal doesn't go through." Though, when the girl fell quiet, Xarissa lifted one of her fine, blonde brows, as she swept her curling hair to the side. Face made, but she wouldn't push the other femme as to her sudden caught-got-her-tongue actions. She wasn't even half way through the waffle, and she was yawning, a hand over her mouth as she leaned a little, then startled upright once more, legs crossing as she straightened her back, and settled an elbow upon the table, her head in her hand.

17:58:39 Mila was about to ask Trix something or other in regards to Dietrich who she too, was unfortunately, spending a good deal of time with – and would, every morning until those awful bathing pools were spick and span. As it happened, her inquisitive thoughts were interrupted by Kyran. “Ha!” Sleeping wasn't easy with howls and the sound of viscous entanglements even carrying through the castle walls. It would likely have frightened the first years into wondering just how well locked the doors were. “I wish.” About the good night. She didn't. Her awkward dinner with Emri was interrupted by the domineering Dietrich, “Oh, God no.” Kyran was there during Elixirs – he knew just as well as Trix that expecting that kind of behaviour from Mila was asking for the impossible and, to teach him a lesson, she flicked him in the bicep nearest to her. “Actually my night was terrible!” The way she said it, with an adorable smirk at her lips made it clear that the flippant girl wasn't the type to allow unfortunate events to keep her sour. Far too easy going to be truly upset, even if.. “Mr Vostok was all manhandling up in my grill, and now I've got grub duty. I think I need to help in the library as well to earn back his graces. Ugh.” A spoonfull of berries and cut apples was delivered to her mouth, and she took the time to chew and swallow. As for what everyone was doing today? “I think I might go Ice skating..” Most of the lake was frozen over now, and while it was probably unsafe – Mila was always the girl to act first, and worry about the risks later.

18:02:15 Trix would have been willing to do other things if someone asked her to. It was just typical she stayed and read on Sunday. Not school text books, but novels of all kinds, mostly historical dramas, which served dual purpose. They whisked her away to ancient lands, and scooped her up into romances that may have occurred, leading her to live vicariously through the characters. “Well if you have something better to do, say so. Perhaps I’ll join.” She quipped, though it was rather testy and not at all like Trix. She immediately blushed, then returned to her food while Kyran spoke to Mila, taking time to enjoy her food as it were upon her plate. She became rather quiet, mulling over thoughts in her head, before reaching toward a second plate of eggs which would readily be eaten upon in due course. She doubted he’d say anything to her, not to mention Xarissa had readily made herself open to the South African, leaving Trix to feel slightly silly with her words. Turning her attention to Mila, she nodded. “You do look good today. After a night like last night, we should all have bags under our eyes.” Though of course Trix could always glamour herself to become the epitome of a well rested individual, but she didn’t. She retained her natural beauty, though it was neither sparkly or truly glowing at this time. Her cheeks dusted as Kryan asked the question, her eyes immediately landing on Mila to see how the girl would respond. Of course, she was aware that Mila wouldn’t have done what Kyran was suggesting. Could she? Though Mila’s response allowed Trix to breathe a small sigh, with a grin oozing on her features as she listened to the conversation. A grin that hid a small amount of envy when Mila spoke of spending her free time with the Librarian God. This too was pushed aside as the Fae could before commenting further. “Ice Skating would be fun. Or tobogganing. "

18:14:17 Kyran slapped Xarissa’s hand away absently, mashing the potato around on his plate between bites while keeping an eye on the trio around him. “hmm…” He said, fixing a measuring stare upon Xarissa for the second time today. “Soo you want me to go get you some cocoa just so I can have the pleasure of hanging out with you later.” He snorted lightly and shook his head. “My my. Think pretty highly of yourself don’t you?” He laughed, still astounded at her poor haggling but never the less sent a shout down the table to pass the hot coco. And pass it they did, it was hard to ignore the Tritus’s Durus ball captain when he was seated just down the table from you. That would show a terrible lack of house spirit. As the steaming pitcher reached him Kyran paused with it in his hand and waited. “what do you say?” He asked Xarissa in a snide tone, trying his best to look grim. Mila got a look that suggested he didn’t believe herabout her terrible night, not with that glowing visage, but with the joke played out Kyran moved on with the conversation, trying not to stare at Trix when he detected a bit of attitude attempting to sneak past her lips. Girls, it was better not to try and understand them. Instead he focused on activities. “Yes, Ice Skating would be fun. We can take bets on who will fall through first.” There was that sarcasm again but he honestly he did want to try ice skating. He’d never done it before.

18:19:44 Mila finished what small portion it suited her to eat of the meal, and then she was slipping up in a whirlwind. Like a sprite, it was hard to catch the effervescent Mage in one place all too long. Limber as always she was pushed stepping around the bench and tousling Kyran's hair with a flick of her dainty hand as she passed by. Her steps went backwards first as she farewelled them, “I'll be at the lake later if anyone's interested. Arrivederci!” Her hand pressed to her full lips and she was blowing her friends – and Xarissa, a playful kiss before she turned on her heel and hurried out of the Hall in a wave of flowing, dark locks.

18:24:57 Xarissa How dare he slap her fingers! When he smacked her fingers, she retailiated by returnig the gesture onto his own. "I wasn't going to touch it, I have my own, shesh!" She poked her tongue out, "Oh, what, saying you wouldn't want to hang around with me? Scared I'd kick your butt, or something? I don't know, there's nothing intimidating about me. The worse I can do is tackle you and shove snow down your shirt, or abuse you for free transportation." Sure enough though, there was a shout for her hot chocolate, and she chuckled. "Nah, I don't. I just figure that you'd be a gentleman and get a lady some cocoa if she asked nicely with promise of entertainment later." When it appeared, she looked at him with vibrant eyes, and then clasped her hands together beneath her chin. Aw, damn. Puppy eyes. "Pretty, pretty please, might I have some hot chocolate?" She then bowed her head against her hand, whispering 'please, please, please, pleeaasseeeee' beneath her breath. Ah, enough of that! That quietness! Xarissa, while staring ahead, sipping on the cocoa she better have gotten, reached down, and to the side of her, to give Trix a little poke in the ribs. A tickle, if you will. "Perhaps, you'll join? I think...you should. You need to get out and do some things, I think. If I'm not allowed to sit in and read, well, neither are you." Out came Xarissa's tongue, as she loked over to the girl, then chuckled with a little sigh. Listening to them go on about last night, Xarissa arched a brow. Hello, werewolf here! She was apart of that howling and vicious growling out there. Perhaps someone should suggest they all wear earplugs, if it was such a big deal. Listening in on the topic of punishments, she had little to say on that. "If you do, take all the books in the mystery section, and turn them spine in. Then, they'll really be a mystery." Batting long lashes that kissed her cheek as she did, Xarissa laid on a mischievous smile. Perhaps she'd do that, herself. Grab the fae Patrick, and plan it all out. Oh, wait, no...she shouldn't involve Patrick in her plans. Last time, she'd gotten him in trouble, when he really didn't need to. Ok, no involving Patrcik, but...she'd do it herself! It sounded like great fun...Maybe that would be her evening plans. Somewhere, on the edge of her thoughts, there was mention of ice skating, and sledding. "Snow fort building." She chipped in, rich voice another flawless giggle. Everyone needed defense in an all out snowball war. There'd be tag, but no full out snowball wars. Ice skating, meant going back outside, but...at least it was better than being on her own. The blown kiss? Acknowledged with a brow quirk, and, oh yes, a return of it with a certain roll of her eyes. What was that all about?

18:27:17 Jacinth The nurse had been up a little later than she needed to be, having spent her evening dealing with various things, and something that had lead well into the night. There was bound to be a student wandering around with a limp, one that the nurse hadn't bothered to patch up, when fixing his wrist from the fall he'd taken from the snow the previous day. Ok, maybe she felt a little bad for kneeing the poor fellow in the groin, but isn't that what boys get for attempting to touch? Goddamn pervs. For that reason, when she had finally gotten to bed, the brunette had left a note saying she'd be up after breakfast, and perhaps a little later. Wearing sex appeal, in a knit, long sleeved, short skirted emerald dress that hugged every curve and flawless shape beneath the delicately, handmade garment, coupled with a pair of boots that hugged her calves, she left the Tritus common rooms, looking rather refreshed. Perhaps she should go into the job like she was suppose to. Well, not particularly suppose to, as she was more than a hard worker, but...breakfast had it's appeal. At least, a nice cup of tea, had it's appeal. Should the nurse be needed, she could be found waltzing her way into the Hall, and through the throng of students, giving those who acknowledged her, a waggle of her fingers, and a cheery 'good morning.' It didn't seem to matter how much sleep she got, she was always glowing with healthy skin, and not a single dark eye insight, unless it was put upon her. Once she got herself to the staff table, she was starting to feel as though she should...get back there. Maybe that was the reason she was caught preparing herself tea, and gathering up two pieces of toast, and laying wiggly poached eggs upon them, breaking the eggs open to let the yoke soak into the toast. A few pieces of bacon, and she was ready to go, fork in her mouth. Aimlessly, she wandered back, to go sit in her room away from her room. The infirmary. What a pleasant place to be....Most of the time. Tending to the ill and wounded, and sending the fakers out to endure classes they half missed already!

18:32:38 Trix her emotions were playing a cruel joke with her lately. There were many things going on in her mind that she spoke of no one to about. And there were often times she wished this was different but she just couldn’t trust anyone that much. She was learning to trust Jeremy, since they spent a lot of time together in the Library and such, but even then she couldn’t talk to him of all her feelings as some of them were to do with him in general. At times, these emotions boiled up and the little Fae would get snappy. Though, it was rare and few between. Struggling to get a grip, she gazed toward the good looking male across from her, his accent all be it attractive as he spoke. They were lab partners in class and friends beyond class, but not close friends. Same with anyone else at the table, baring Xarissa who Trix had really just actually met. The girl was use to social situations, but Trix was invariably one use to sitting on the side, watching the situation take place ahead of her. She felt strangely included in the current conversation, though she’d not admit as such. Kyran was one of many things that perplexed her. One minute she thought she had figured him out, the next - she was completely wrong. Though luckily a nudge to the ribs gave her reason to jump from her thoughts, glancing toward Xarissa who was speaking to her. “Yes I’ll get involved whatever we do. “ She commented, agreeing to the situation that lay ahead of them all. She waved goodbye to Mila as the beauty came and went, shifting off into the distance before pushing aside her plate. “So what’s it gonna be? All suggestions require us going back outside again..” She quipped with a dashing smile, taking her time to unravel her braids to leave her long blond hair untied, framing her angelic features as she gazed to the other two, elastics in hand for later when she would fix the braids back.

18:41:53 Kyran ducked as Mila tousled his hair, trying his best to looked affronted but to no avail. The familiar gesture just made him smile beneath his scowl and he couldn’t help but admit that he liked it. “See ya then!” He retorted watching her go with a eye to those perfect curves of hers. Of course he noticed, every guy noticed and, Kyran suspected, most girls to but he wasn’t one to be caught staring and soon had his eyes locked back on Trix and Xarissa. The later had indeed received her hot coco, mostly to silence the cutesy pleading than because he was actually that polite. Trix had gotten quiet again and he studied her, for the few moments she was looking away, trying to guess what was going on inside her head. One moment she seemed irritated with him and next resigned to his company. He couldn’t decide if she wanted him around or not. However Kyran wasn’t considerate enough to really dwell on the topic and he’d made up his mind to ice skate, which meant some one had to teach him. “Outside it is!… where do we get ice skates?” He snatched a few extra pieces of bacon to munch on the way and stood, obviously intending for them to follow suit. “Also I’ve no idea how to skate.” And witt that he was heading for the doors.

18:47:43 Xarissa Cocoa! She gave a triumphant cheer the moment she was given it. Wiggling her toes, she began to sip at it with a look of pure bliss settling on her natural beauty. It enhanced her in a way that not much else good, especially looking as tired a she did. Oh, she could have melted. Hell, and it was spontaneous, he'd find kissed fingers tapped on his cheeks. "You are a royal sweetheart." She announced, rather than saying thanks, apparently, in her extreme excitement, as she drooped to sit again, nearly falling out of her chair when she did. Oops! Back up again, and she smiled peacefully. Problem solved. Had a natural knack, once she got past the awkwardness of 'Uh, yea, hi' of being social. She just had to get out of that state. "Good, because I would hate to grab and drag you with us. That just is entirely against my whole style." She flashed her pearly whites, then made a small face. "So long as I can freeze myself, I'll stay awake, and not hurt. Otherwise, whatever we do, will have to require not a lot of much. I'm running on waffles, and hot chocolate." She had yet to sleep after last night. Xarissa, poor insomniac. She wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, until she literally passed out. Wouldn't that be something, if she did it on the ice. "I mean, outside would be fun, but...I'd be going in what I'm wearing, my things are still absolutely soaked." She knew that, without even seeing them. "Ice skates? I've only ever skated in my shoes!" Only because that's all she'd ever had. Up onto her feet, she finished off her chocolate with a very upset frown, then looked towards the other two. "Away we go!" With a very forced bounce, she began to head towards the wonderful, cold, outdoors. Was there somewhere to actually get skates? If there was, it wasn't coming to her brain. She just hoped the cold would keep her alert enough to stay on her feet. Either avoiding a slip, or just falling flat on her face and hopefully not through the ice.

18:52:30 [Trix] Anything that required her being light of step, she could do. In fact, she’d had dance lessons as a child, as well as skating lessons before her Mother died. Trix had been taught piano and all other things little girls should be taught before that fateful day of death that ruined everything the girl had known. It brought back some memories, but she shrugged them aside rather than dwell on them. It would sour her mood further, and she longed to get back to feeling happy go-lucky yet again. This moody Trix wasn’t who she was. She just wished she could explain it is all. As for wanting to be around Kyran - of course she did. Trix was utterly confused though by her feelings, never having experienced certain things before. Normally she didn’t pay guys any attention other than friendly, in passing acquaintances. She knew everyone and they knew of her. But as of late, things had gotten deeper her for, wanting to be more friends with certain people than others, in particular of a boy nature. She was developing feelings she’d never experienced before and it was leaving her utterly confused. Her reaction to Kryan being one of them. Being around him brought out various sides to Trix, just as being around Jeremy had. She was frightened though of ruining both friendships and being left alone to make any kind of tell tale sign or move otherwise. “This time we’re bringing Hot Chocolate with us.. “ Going back outside would require her going to her room to don her coat and mittens, as well as hat yet again. She wasn’t like the shifters and retained warm blood all the time. She did require heat, even though her fae glow deep within provided her with some. “I’ll meet you guys out there. What size are you Kyran? I’m sure in the boys locker room you can find some skates to borrow. And Xarissa, I have some skates that are too small for me, but they may fit you. I’ll bring them down. “ And with that she stood, glancing toward Kyran a moment, holding her gaze before turning to Xarissa, then suddenly bounding off. She needed a moment alone. “See ya soon..”

19:20:18 [Xarissa] Bringing the hot chocolate with them? "Wouldn't that...make it cold chocolate?" Xarissa asked, rather dumbfounded. Give her a small break, please. She's obviously not too far from potentially faceplanting her syrupy plate. Once she was outside though, especially without a coat and other things, she'd be wide awake. Shivery, but wide awake, which is what she needed. Pushing bodies to the limit, that was Xarissa. She looked down towards her tiny little feet at the mention of skates, she'd smile. "You don't have to, but if you do, thank you. It can't hurt to try, right? And I mean, I am pretty tiny." She wasn't making a play on how small Xarissa was, so, she didn't get after her. When Trix began to wander off, she nodded, and rose her hands to wave. "See you out there, you better not bail, or be late, or I will find you, and pull you down here by your ears!" That would be a hilarious sight, beause, well, Trix would have to go bent at the waist, in order for her to get a good grip. "I mean it, missy." To be threatened by someone smaller than you...With the both of them having gone off to get skates, or try to find skates, she'd wait. Her waiting? Well, that would be done outside, with the petite thing going to find the lake in question, and once she had? Effectively sliding out on her shoes, and giving it a little bounce as though she were on a trampoline. Just...testing the surface. Just stay on your feet, she decided.


19:40:47 [Trix] Took the spare time she had to go upstairs back through the Crux house and into her bedroom. Scrimmaging through a few boxes under her bed, she soon pulled out the Ice Skates she had, and those of a smaller pair which should fix Xarissa. She wasn’t certain how sharp they were, but once outside, the Earth Mage would be able to manipulate the raw metal enough to sharpen them to give Xarissa a better chance at skating, assuming they would fit. Adorned once more in her coat, her hair was braided again into two that trickled down her front, while the wool cap placed atop her head. Skates were tied at the laces and promptly placed over her shoulder, dangling precariously and clashing together with her walk, bouncing of her hips. It wouldn’t take the dainty fae to long to make her way through the corridors, but not before stopping in the Dining Hall to request a large flask of Hot Chocolate, along with some mugs, held in a basket to make it easier for her to carry down toward the Loch. Exiting the school, she’d be very much unaware as to what had happened earlier with the Werewolves, passing through the exit with ease toward the Lake, her walk casual with ease as she broached the area, looking to Xarissa with a soft smile playing upon her lips. “Here you go Xarissa.. Try these on for size. They may be better than nothing. They are a few years old, back from when I first attended Hex. They need sharpening but I can work on that after I know they fit you.” Finding a rock, Trix would make her way towards it, before sitting down comfortably as she could. Boots were soon removed and exchanged for Skates. Kyran hadn’t arrived yet. She assumed he was getting skates.

19:47:49 Xarissa Twirling on the ice, pushing herself around on her shoes, she looked towards Trix when she finally came out, toting a basket. She'd smile sweetly, "Look at what you got! Hot chocolate. A lady after my own heart." She threw her hands over her heart, and began to push herself over, sliding across the ice with ease. There was a moment where she stumbled, her feet nearly going out from under her. Arms out, legs somewhat spread, she stood there, and stared down at her feet, making a little noise. "Whoa. Almost...Ok, don't fall." She sighed, as she began to glide the rest of the way across. "So long as no one goes head over teakettle, this should be fun." Once she got over there, she'd drop down onto her butt beside the other, and proceeded to pry off her boots. "Thank you. They'll be fine. Like I said, I'm use to skating in my boots. Never owned skates." She bobbed her head, then began to pry them onto her feet, and lacing them up tightly, readjusting as she worked up the x's. Lifting her feet up, she'd wiggle them. "I believe, we're good about them fitting." Her eyes swept around. "He'll be around," she figured the other girl was looking for him, after all. "There's no way he'd deny the company of two pretty ladies. Not just one, but two." Yes, it was a compliment. Please, take it!