Grinning as Hazel did her show of bowing, Zaylin watched with amusement in her eyes as the girl confirmed her thought that she had, indeed, been infected with a bout of impatience by running back to the school building. “Best of luck with your endeavor!” she called out, unsure if the girl had heard her or not. Brushing off a few clumps of grass that had clung to her skirt and blouse, Zaylin found the nearest bench, its wooden slats and ornate iron arms darkened by the shadow of a tree, and sat. Placing her messenger bag on the ground near her feet, she pulled out her library book. Shrugging out of her jacket, she placed it on the bench and laid back, using the garment as a pillow as she picked up where she had left off near the middle of the book, glad her last class of the day had been canceled. Personal reasons, the teacher had said. Despite her interest in the history housed within the book, she soon grew restless. Checking the time once more on her gem-encrusted watch, she looked around. There aren’t many people out for school being… Oh, right. The thought of the late announcements flashed through her mind. Practices should be starting soon. She quickly replaced her book in her bag, a good portion more of the pages devoured, stood, and stretched. Grabbing and draping her jacket over an arm, she slung her bag over her chest and headed toward the path that would taker her to Wells Hall. Maybe I’ll get some practicing of my own in. She broke into an effortless jog as she hurried across the lawn and around the buildings toward Wells Hall. Reaching the entrance to the dorms, she maintained her jog as she headed toward her room.

Elena could not explain what possessed her to look up at that very moment. Whether the frustration bubbling up inside of her from composers block, or the fact that she needed to severely remove her school jacket in this heat. Deciding ultimately that both were true, she let her papers fall to the bleachers with a loud thunk, letting her pencil land in the bars of music looking back at her and began to unbutton the blazer that was causing her to sweat. She stole a glance upward, knowing full well why she couldn't write any meaningful music. He hadn't shown up yet. As she shrugged off the blazer, laying it neatly next to her, she thrust up her sleeves and watched in a slight trance as he jogged onto the field. The name "Rivers" worn and dirty in the practice jersey he wore. Yes, Samson Rivers of the football team had caught Elena's eye the year before at the bonfire. But, she'd lacked the backbone to ever approach him, feeling like all of her bones turned to jello when he was near. A strong breeze broke her from her trance, her pencil rolling to the ground and causing the papers of her work in progress to fly with it down the bleachers. "Oh no..." she mouthed the words, as if watching it happen to someone else, in third person like an out-of-body experience. Before she realized it, she was chasing down the bleachers after her papers - trying to snatch them out of the air at every opportunity and failing. It was not until she started picking the sheets of music off of the grass that she realized she was on the field and had a portion of the football team staring awkwardly at her; knees in the ground, skirt hiked up at around mid thigh and her shirt disheveled around her torso. She looked up, blushing scarlet from embarrassment and trying desperately to hide behind the strands of hair escaping from her once tidy ponytail. "S-sorry"

Amy Snow Amy tried to catch the small silver key, but was distracted by Nero's smile. It hit her shoulder and she caught it as it fell to the ground. Was that allowed? "Is that allowed? I mean having this reserved all the time?" Amy's voice felt very tiny in her throat and she wasn't entirely certain she had said anything at all. What was going on with today? She asked herself freaking out was not normally how she reacted to being spoken to. Yeah she had a hard time starting conversations, okay so maybe this wasn't so much a conversation as a cute boy talking to her, the second in the day too. She was certain there had been no magical transformation over the summer to warrant it.

Nero got up and picked up the key, lightly handing it to her. His hand lingered on hers as he stared into her eyes. "I'm not entirely sure, I just tend to get what I want. All it takes is a smile and I can reserve this room, pretty much ignore the dress code, and I can check out any of the books I want." He smiled slightly then gave her a peck on the cheek before moving back to his chair. "And it tends to convince girls it's cute for me to do things like that. Take the key, I have a feeling the group of people who will become this room's occupants will be a ton of fun. Apple juice?" He asked, pouring her a glass and getting up to bring it over to her.

Amy Snow A very confused and slightly dazed Amy nodded at Nero's question. Food isn't allowed in the library. Part of her brain told her, it was a very quite part. She sat down at the table with the glass of Juice. "So, you transferred here today then? You said it was your first day. That would explain why I don't recognize you. I mean, not that I know everyone here or anything." She caught herself as she babbled a bit. "Sorry," She said more to the juice than to Nero. Then took a sip. It was very good apple juice, and Amy was perplexed as to where Nero had gotten it. "This is good." She told him.

"Yeah," Nero said, nodding. "I got it to replace brandy, that's not something even I can get in here. It's an Apple cider I import from Germany, technically doesn't count as alcoholic in the states. But you dint care, do you? Behind you is a shelf of some vary interesting books, you can check them out whenever. But they have to stay here, expecialy when I move some of my father's books in here. But before you check them out, could you come here for a second? I'd like something from you, a kiss." He said, sweetly with his melodious voice. He grinned again, using his charm, but for now he kept his glasses on, that way he didn't use the real magic of his father. He didn't want her to serve herself up for him, not just yet anyway.

Amy Snow Amy blushed. She had never once in her whole life kissed a boy. Except the on cheek kiss one of the boys in the home had given her on a dare. Then Nero's kiss on her cheek earlier, but for her to kiss him. Her heart leaped up at the thought. She questioned again if this was really happening or if maybe she had fallen asleep at the table and was happily snoozing in the library right now. She stood, her feet taking her over to Nero, and leaned over slightly to kiss him. Certain that it was only a cheek kiss he wanted, because honestly this must be a prank. Something Ash had devised. Ash wasn't cruel though. She wouldn't do this. Yeah there had been teasing and much avoiding of each other after the fight last year in English. They had never been put in the same group again. Seemed Miss. Reese had told the rest of the teachers that they couldn't get along. This though, this was not something Ash would do.

Nero guided her into a real kiss, and felt him gain a bit of her life force as she melted in his arms. She wasn't too hot and bothered so he didn't get too much and she was still her own person, mostly. She was cute, and their was something about her that made here seem so full of life force. He broke the kiss after a good long minute, he wanted to make sure she would keep her free will... Its the most fun that wan. She seemed to be melting, so he helped her up into his lap so she wasn't half on the floor. He took a sip of his cider and nonchalantly began to read the old book he had in front of him until she snapped out of the giddy stouper his kiss had put her in. When she finally snapped back to the real world, some time later, he smiled at her. "He, I guess you're not used to kisses. You so..." He began to say, but he paused blushing. Their was something about her that drew him to her, though he had no doubt she was human. After a brief pause he tried to change the subject, though he continued to blush at how he was attracted to her... That wasn't something that happened often. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Uh, would you like a sip of cider?" He finally asked, holding a glass shortly before her face. She was still on his lap, so he didn't actually have to pass it to her.

Amy Snow Amy nodded at his question about another sip of cider. She took the sip and realized she was sitting on his lap. "Oh, I'm sorry." Her eyes went wide and she got up and sat in a chair. "We were talking about books." She said taking a shaky breath. Books she could talk about all day. Her eyes glanced around the room at the collection in it. Some of the books she had never seen, even at the Library of Congress. "Oh my is that actually a copy of The Golden Bough?" She moved over to it and pulled it off the shelf to look at it. Distracted from Nero briefly by the old anthropology book.

"Oh, you didn't have to go..." He said, looking at her and still trying to figure out what drew him to this girl specifically. Then he heard the question and replied without thinking. Yeah, that's either volume one or two of the original two volume publication from 1890. If you want they have the 20s twelve volume set out their in the main library." He got up and moved beside her, getting close to her. 'Yeah. That's volume one. Would you like me to go get the third edition prints? I know where to find all twelve volumes. And your so beautiful..." He whispered the last part, not even realizing that he had said it. He hadn't ment she was beautiful in the traditional sense, but he had take the life force of his fair share of those types. And this girl, her life force vitalised him so much from just a kiss...

Amy Snow "The unabridged of all 12?" Amy asked surprised. "I've been through these stacks all of last year and I didn't notice them." She shook her head a bit disappointed with herself. Then she realized what he had said after that. She stared at him with wide eyes and it was only her librarian soul that kept her from dropping the book she held. She shook her head again. "I'm plain, just brown hair, brown eyes. Nothing pretty." She pinched her hand just to make sure.

Hazel Barwicke - School Building - Halls Excited and flustered, Hazel slowed to pace as she aimlessly wandered the school halls, mind pulsating with ideas on how to attract members to the club, but instantly her thoughts vanished as an image suddenly entered and then exited her mind. An unfamiliar image. Taken off-guard, Hazel teetered, shoulder slamming into one of the walls as she attempted to control the horrible headache that followed. Whatever had flashed behind her eyes was gone now, leaving nothing but a horrible pain in its wake, and not wanting to make a scene she staggered to a stand, keeping one hand over her eye in an effort to control the pain. 'Shit, better get back to the dorm...' Hazel straightened slightly, taking slow steps forward as she focused on walking and ignoring the pain at the same time. These sorts of things were common, dizzy spells, migraines, drowsiness, insomnia. Most of the headaches passed after a bit of silence and darkness, though others could last for a good day if ignored. Hazel, however, had no reason to leave it be, and even if she did the pain would soon become to unbearable. Her only option was the peace and quiet of her dorm room. Hopefully her roommate was out, or at least wouldn't mind sitting in the dark for a bit. Hazel staggered through the halls, hoping to appear casual and collected, and as she made her way to the closest exit she froze. The light that poured in through the small windows was already awful, going outside might mean certain death for her brain. Annoyed and not prepared enough to head out into the sun she let her back hit the nearest wall, sliding down into a sitting position and shoving her forehead onto her knees. With her eyes tightly shut and the added pressure on her sockets she felt some relief, and as she breathed out a sigh she drifted off into thoughtlessness, praying that the migraine would pass soon. She wanted to start gathering members, and she wouldn't be able to with a head full of drums.

Ash Ash slid through the water as if she were made of it herself. There wasn't the slightest resistance. After her own laps she sat near the edge of the pool and grinned at Aery. "You're good."

Aery grinned right back. "Thanks! You're really good too. Where'd you learn that style of recovery and breathing? It looks like something that one of my coaches tried to get me to do when I went to swim camp one year, only I was never able to keep my core tight enough to do it without practically rolling onto my back."

Sam Sam had just walked out onto the field when he noticed that all of his teammates were gathered around, staring in particular direction. A girl had somehow made her way onto the field and she looked completely flustered. Papers were scattered around her as she tried to pick them up. One of his teammates, Jamie, scolded the rest of the team for just staring at her and walked forth to help her. Sam was close enough that he made his way over and picked up the nearest papers. She was still red in the face when he handed them to her. He thought he might have seen her around a few times before, but he wasn’t too sure. “Here you go,” he said with a polite smile. Martha “It’s…okay. Just, uh, be careful the next time, okay?” The boy said. Martha gave him a weird look. Right as he had said it, he squinted his eyes for a moment and shook his head slightly. “I mean, not in a bad way. Just, you know, maybe ty not to cover your eyes while you’re walking?” He said weakly. He then proceeded to smile but it just seemed very unnatural for him. It was a tight smile. Martha guessed that his face often stayed the same expression. She stared up into his yellow-green eyes and gave him a small smile back, but it was only to be nice. “I’ll take that into consideration next time. Sorry for the mishap.” She chuckled quietly, giving a nod of her head in his direction and then made her way around him. Very handsome boy. Martha continued on her way back to the dorm, all the while her head pounding more and more with each step she took. She nearly ran to her room as soon as she made it Dorsey, and immediately flung the door open to the somewhat small space. As soon as she drew the curtains, Martha dove into the curtains of her bed, not even bothering to take off her school clothes first. Just a little nap would suffice.

James Mason James could see how Jamie liked the girl, otherwise he wouldn't have told the rest of the team off. He could, however, also see that Sam liked her too. James walked over to Jamie, amd helped pick up the papers, as he told him, "You've got some competition,"

Ash "Thanks. I can try to teach you. I'm not quite sure how I do it though to be honest." The truth was most of the time Ash didn't even bother to come for air, she never seemed to need to and didn't quite understand why people got weirded out by that. So she had, at a young age, started coming for air when it seemed like the right amount of time. After a while no one asked questions. She was pretty certain that's why she was so fast in the water, no need to come up for air, so she didn't waste time.

"Yeah, you just need to go to the less traveled sections, that's where they keep the first editions." He said happily, flashing another charm laden grin... Until he realized what he'd said out loud. "N-no..." He stammered, loosing his cool. "Y-you are attractive... I don't know why but... I want to be with you, your so full of life." He said, then he calmed a bit and guided himself back to the chair. He tried, flustered, to use a bit of his charm to get her to come to him and sit again on his lap. He wasn't sure if he could get through to her, he had never been in this situation before.

Max: Although Max tried to save himself by smiling he knew this girl wasn’t biting. She did, however, smile back at him. Her blue eyes were clear in the sunlight. “I’ll take that into consideration next time,” she said. “Sorry for the mishap.” He heard her laughing a little, and before she walked past him she nodded quickly at Max. As she walked away, he stared after her. Max wanted to call after her to ask her what her name was but at that very moment, a slight chill ran through him. It was a nice, sunny day with no wind at all. It could only mean one thing. Max was careful when he looked around, but no matter how much it happened he would never get used to how suddenly they would appear. Right behind him was a tall boy with blood dripping from his throat. Max could feel a scream bubbling in his throat, but he forced it down. If this thing knew that he could see it then Max would never be able to get rid of it. But as hard as he tried to just casually glance around, he couldn’t help but notice the…the marks. Helen Schwartz. A voice in his head whispered her name softly. Max tried not to stare directly at the dead boy. But he needed to get another look. Something was very wrong about the way his skin looked. Something seemed very familiar about it too. When they found Helen’s body, somebody had carved symbols into her skin. Before Max decided to take a closer look, the boy stepped forward scaring him. He tried to control his breathing as he slowly turned around and walked away. He knew if he turned around he would be giving himself away so he tried to keep his pace casual. He would just go to the library. But he just couldn’t get that dead boy out his mind. What was up with his skin?