[img]http://i.imgur.com/9qAfFLn.png[/img] [b][u]Academy of the Arts: Sound Room[/u][/b] Rose’s stare betwixt both gentleman within the mess strewn sound room. Both Lute and Lucien gulped upon receiving her icy glare, a bead of sweat forming at the nape of their neck as she confronted them. Lucien seemed ready to meet his maker, before suddenly Trixie appeared! Holding onto one of Sebastian’s legs, reinforcing her powers of adorableness (which from the looks of Sebastian’s face had worked wonders on the horse already), Trixie pleaded for Rose to become ‘calm’, even despite her having all the right that was invested to her as the Academy’s Student Council President to deal with troublemakers such as this. As Rose turned, to face Trixie and begin to reply to the diminutive prankster, Lucien took the opportunity to flee, again, and begin screaming down the halls as he did so, leaving Lute and Trixie behind all on their own. She was about to take one foot forward to give chase, but then stopped again. Turning, she fixed Lute another glare that forced the man to take more effort in standing up straight, before glancing back to the vanishing summoner and narrowing her eyes. As she considered her options, she spotted the pleading look within Trixie’s eyes, and walked forwards towards her, to pat and nuzzle her hair with the most delicate and beautiful smile imaginable. “That’s okay, little girl. I’m sorry to make you worry, but it’s my job to deal with troublemakers, otherwise they do nothing but cause such a mess, and we can’t allow that.” She fixed another glare over her shoulder at Lute, before turning to smile back towards Trixie again. “My name is Rose. Are you lost, little girl? Did you lose your mummy and daddy? Such oafs as these can’t possibly be your guardians, can they?” “I’m Lute Aiseirigh, ma’am.” The blonde haired man piped up. “We’re guilders and… We went here with another guilder whose sister belonged in this Academy. We were simply supposed to tour, but I have a thing with horses, so I got scared of your steed… and I really caused a big mess. Sorry. If you don’t mind, I’ll go finish my clean up now…?” Rose turned to look back towards Lute again, and then she was up and away from Trixie, stalking towards Lute in no time at all. He couldn’t but yelp before he suddenly found his entire vision filled with the beautiful smooth face of Rose de Cervantes, who stilled fixed him with a glare that could burn a hole through his head. And then, that expression suddenly shifted, into another pleasant and disarming smile. The very same that she gave Trixie. “Hello Lute, my name is Rose.” She extended out her hand for a formal shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, and a pleasure to hear your apology. Mistakes happen, I’m just trying to do my best to prevent as many as I can, and to see that whatever mistakes do happen, are mopped up correctly. We must always endeavour to do our best, and teach one another the proper means of being professional, should we not?” She cocked her head to the side, and her heart-warming smile grew even sweeter. “I must say, it’s refreshing to see a man take responsibility for his actions and learn something from it, as opposed to running away like your little friend there just did. Not to worry, he won’t be able to escape his punishment, just as my brother won’t either.” She turned, and with a shrill whistle drew the attention of Sebastian who still waited patiently at the doorway to the sound room. He suddenly turned, whilst being mindful and respectful of Trixie around his feet, to allow the prankster to part without being trampled, and then stood to attention for his Mistress’s commands. “Sebastian, you know what to do.” With a triumphant neigh, Sebastian reared up on his hind legs and pedalled his front feet in the air, before then turning and dashing in the direction Lucien had ran in. There would be no escape. “Now,” Rose turned back to Lute and Trixie with her award winning smile. “Let’s be quick in storing these instruments away, and then we can properly discipline him.” ----- [img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [b][u]Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group[/u][/b] After Dylan’s acceptance, Estelle, with a dash of caution, began to follow the rest of her friends towards the Academy’s Main Building, and the exhibitions held within as they began their search for the rest of their colleagues. If both Dylan and Dalia said it was okay, then it was okay for her too, and the rest of her friends all seemed enthused to some degree by the prospect of a fancy party before them. Estelle wasn’t too sure about, but she would try to have fun. Could she ‘do’ fancy, though? She had never experienced anything like it before in her life, other then her short experience in the Hawthorne Family’s ballroom during their Vandrell nightmare. [img]http://i.imgur.com/unVxaeB.png[/img] "So Simon? Do you do much event photography?" Syed asked, turning to make conversation with the overenthusiastic and grinning student. Simon’s eyes lit up almost immediately after Syed’s question started, and began to explain with wild and dramatic gestures. “Oh, you bet! I do all the photography for the school’s events and their newspaper too! I’m the best photographer on campus, and that’s no boast or lie too! Here, inside here you’ll be able to… see… my… work?” Both Simon’s conversation and Estelle’s thoughts were shattered upon reuniting with some of her friends – Aria and Marcus first conversing with Keeva, mentioning something about a performance that Estelle was able to hear, before all hell broke out. Lucien running at a frantic pace and almost leaping into Moira’s arms, speaking what sounded to be incoherent nonsense… …before she and everyone else heard a triumphantly loud neigh, and then the appearance of a white, regal horse with a moustache skidding around the corner, directly at them. It broke through the Pride and students’ ranks, to reach Lucien…! And then suddenly snatched him up by his britches, lifting him into the air and giving the summoner the worst wedgie imaginable.