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It wasn't always like this, y'know? The Masquerade incident left a lot of fear in the air, definitely. But since a mass overhaul of the staff, the atmosphere's gotten far better than it used to be.
10 years later, it's the start of another year. Another batch of students. And Homeroom 2A's definitely the standout. Consisting of prodigies, all four prefects, and a few other miscellaneous, notable students.
Let's see how this year turns out.
"Right, Uncle?"
The Dean turned to face his nephew, faint smile not quite matching the unhinged grin of the professor.
"...Something like that."
He said, gaze falling back to his papers, signing the last letters.
"It'll be interesting. You're dismissed, Kendo."
"See you tomorrow~!"
The Grand hall is just that.
Grand.
Impressively, so. Flags of dozens of countries adorn the walls, along with a trophy case, impressively large amounts of framed class photos, and lanterns levitating in the air. The tables are massive, designed to fit the entirety of the student populace of One house, usually around 200 students in total, each.
And all of them are full. Of course, not all of these students will survive the year. At the head of each of the tables, is a singular student- the prefects.
The pinnacle of studentry.
And, of course, past the tables, sit the professors, the vice-dean, and the Dean, right in the middle.
As the students start to settle, a dirty-blonde-haired man stands up to his full, rather impressive height.
He tapped his earpiece.
"Hello? Hello? Can everyone hear me?"
The professor's voice rang out, from the Magical speaker system.
"Hah, I can never get used to these things. Didn't have this thing back in the day. Ahem. Welcome to Newbury."
He laughed cheerfully, hands on his hips. His mismatched, red-blue eyes scanned the room.
"I see familiar faces. A few new ones. The Banquet will start soon, I swear. I know you're all hungry. But, before, allow me to introduce our staff- and the prefects you'll be following for the duration of this year."
He cleared his throat, smiling.
"First of all, I'm Professor Kendo Ramirez-Satou. Just call me Professor S. This man beside me is the Dean, Mercader Videntus. Dean Videntus."
A man with maroon hair nodded, going back to sipping wine.
"Beside him is Vice-Dean Aleksandr Konstantin."
The vice Dean clicked his tongue, pointing a finger gun to the crowd. Kendo laughed. Patting the blue-haired man on his left on the back, he started to speK again.
"This is Professor Artemis Renfield Wright. Beside him is Professor Emmaline Wright."
He gestured to a pink-haired woman who was rather quietly sipping from her cup.
"Potions Master Magnus Exitor is on the other end of the table, and beside him is Professor Iliya Volkov. Currently, two teachers are absent, Professor Lydia Satou, my younger sister, who's running late, and professor Evan Warner, who's spending time with family at the moment."
He cleared his throat.
"...Now, uh, the prefects! The Quetzalcoatl House Prefect is Trixie Thatcher."
The green haired girl grinned.
"Frost Dragon is Elona Avery. Phoenix is Nyx, and Siren is Song BingLiu. Wonderful, I think we’re done. The banquet will start shortly! Just stay in your seats, and uh, socialize. I suppose.”
The professor sat back down.
“Have a great feast!”
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
The microphone the mismatched eye man was using was too loud for her ears. The hood of the cloaks the school provided did little to stifle the barrage of noises. It was all she could do to sit patiently for when they would be dismissed. She doubted they would have classes on the first day, so all she had to do was get through this banquet and the following tour before she could retreat to the safety of a dorm room.
Not safety... But at least, a quieter place.
The only person of interest at the moment was the man who was talking himself, with his mismatched eyes and loud voice. He seemed too cheery, as if something was astray here that they weren't addressing.
Oh well..
She had very big, and very unresolved anger issues. Sure, patience was truly a virtue for her, but setting her off came just as easy. Elona had barely even looked at the food, glaring at the spot on the table in front of her very angrily, as though the table itself had wronged her.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
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Fidgeting in his seat as they were forbade from getting out until the banquet proper started, Song BingLiu settled for watching the small talk with the students sitting around him only able hear a buzz of noise as the halls filled with more and more conversation. He didn't really trust his voice this early in the term but he seemed quite happy to simply watch, only tuning in when some to ING was directly addressed to him with small hums and interjections. Occasionally he threw tight lipped smiles towards the teachers, the only evidence of his true awkward self. It was only a matter of time before one of the teachers looked over at him at the same time as well, but when he caught Professor Wright's pink eyes flicker towards him, Song BingLiu had to stifle a yelp and yanked his wandering gaze back to the conversation around him. Despite being the Siren House's perfect, his favourite faculty member would always be the enigmatic Magic Theory professor. Professor S. was an amazing advisor and Song BingLiu thoroughly enjoyed his music lessons despite the hurdles and always absorbed his history lesson with attentive ears, but Professor Wright was really the only faculty member who could keep encouraging Song BingLiu's growth, especially with his fickle magic. It definitely helped that perhaps because the prefect was always badgering the professor with questions that Professor Wright seemed to mark his work especially stringently, almost unthinkable due to his already notorious strict standards of grading.
Ah, he really really really wanted the formalities to be done with so he could show the professors what he'd been working on during the break. His fingers practically itched with unbound magic as if sensing his impatience.
Once the headmaster was done, she finally starts to work out some of that building energy. She quick talks those who start a conversation with her, some used to her unique style and some almost intimidated by how fast paced she tended to speak. She would have loved for a better way to let out some of her magic, but knew it had to wait til later
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"you were too correct"
How utterly meandering and boring these formalities were. A bunch of old men yapping on and on about some boring thing. She sighed melodramatically. Where were the fun people? Why was she sat with all these Little Mr/Miss Perfects, again? Perfect. Prefect. Right. She was prefect.
She slumped over in her seat, throwing her head back.
Right as hundreds of plates, and a feast of everything you could think of blinked into existence at the table.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Ldeya mock-pouted, although it was no surprise that the teacher's pet Song BingLiu was prefect.
Crossing her legs, she examined the slightly bloody steak before her, elegantly cutting it apart. Her posture was a combination of perfectly mannered grace and sarcastic boredom, her head resting on a knuckle. Red eyes bright and piercing, a few students made attempts at timid conversation before shrinking back when she focused on them.
This was boring.
"Song BingLiu, already trying to impress the teachers?"
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
He tuned into her words and flushed, waving his hands in sharp jerking motions. "N-not really..." He stammered, shaking his head as his voice came out more as a withered croak than anything melodious befitting of the Siren House. He had really only been practicing throughout the break and since he hadn't done much today other than sit around, magic sat right under his skin, crawling and bubbling up in demands to be released, used, let loose. He wanted to put words to it and express them into something more than the sparks and vibrations that constructed his muscles and vocal chords, but when he opened his mouth, magic swallowed any sound, leaving him gaping in the soundless void he was left with.
Pressing shaking lips into a thin line, he could only smile faintly. "Not really..." He repeated, voice thin and apologetic.
Rui En entered the dining hall just as the speech ended with a crash of the large doors, having swung them shut a little too hard. She shrugged nonchalantly at the faces that had whipped around to glare at her, as if she wasn’t the culprit, sitting down at the tables with her saw scaled viper coiled neatly around her neck. She swept into a mock bow, greeting the new blood at the Quetzalcoatl table with a bunch of roses and a cunning smile, before turning back to BingLiu and Ldeya, watching them with sparkling eyes as if she expected a fight. Though given the nature of the Siren House, that wasn’t going to happen. Still, one could hope.
He sighed, slumping into his seat, cradling his head in his hands.
Another tedious day- and there his sister was, waving at him. Tiredly, he waved back at Professor Emma Wright.
He put on a smile, watching as the students milled around, talking as they ate.
Trixie waved cheerfully at Rui En.
"Rui En! Don't scare the new kids so early. It gives off a bad look! We're not scary. Let's make sure everyone's smiling, yeah?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Rui En scoots a little closer to Trixie, changing her focus from the Siren table back to her own, and picking up a plate of gimbap.
Ldeya raised an eyebrow at his stammered response.
"Are you just glancing over there hopefully to see what the professors are eating?"
She smiled lightly, the sharp corners of her demeanor softening ever so slightly. As absolutely boring and stiff as Song BingLiu was, no one could ignore the time and effort he put into his studies. It was obvious there was something he'd been working on that he was excited to show the teachers, one of the rare students who actually bothered with studies over the holidays.
"What newest magic trick have you figured out?"
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
“Say, Trix. How’s prefecting going? Perfect? I’m surprised they let any Quetzalcoatl become prefect, honestly. But it certainly seems like a very tiring and boring job. Did it rob you of your appetite, hmm?” She teased, playful, as she finished her plate of food and pushed it away.
Trixie smiled.
"Your snake is adorable, by the way. Really cute. What's her name?"
She smiled as bright as she could.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
“Why, thank you. She is rather cute, hmm? Her name is Sparkles. Saw scaled viper, primarily hemotoxic and cytotoxic venom. Small and dangerous. This little baby can cause some serious cell and tissue damage, and stop your blood from clotting too. But she’s a precious little thing, never hurt anyone”
In a low tone, she spoke up once more. “Anyways, Trix. You need to stop attempting to smile. It’s getting a little creepy, it looks rather forced” Another short pause, as Rui En took in Trixie’s features again “Something wrong, Trix?”