Lithiuna Malorram & Remington McCleur
Lithy and Remy rushed to their rooms, trying their best to quickly pack their essential needs and magical tools for such a venture. Lithy finished quickly and returned to the group with a full backpack of clothes and messenger bag and a hobo bag full of her magical items and spellbooks. On the other hand, Remy took far too much time to decide on what clothes to pack. And with two large trunks of magical and alchemy items to his name, he had to decide which were important enough for this event. Eventually, he decided to shrink both trunks to the size of small jewelry boxes, and tucked them down into his messenger bag with his grimoire and wand. He returned with the other students.
Lithiuna has heard about Black Hill Top. She's read about it within a few classes, but she's never ventured into the simple little village beside the massive hilltop near the outskirts of the city. Stepping foot there now, she was utterly impressed that it was an actual little town beside it with stores, a gas station, and a few people living there. As they headed to the Black Well Estate, she was overly impressed that this magical place was so well-hidden.
"Well, it's nice to know the counsel of magic has some sort of safety plans in play for times like this," she mumbled as the first group of students entered the estate. A middle-aged man, dressed similar to a butler, stood waiting for them on the front porch. He escorted them inside.
"Ah, I can see that my old friend has finally gone off her rocker." Seeing Mister Anatole present there offered Lithiuna and Remy a sense of nostalgia, being the first person the two students had met on their first days of school.
"Mr. Anatole, it's good to see that you're safe as well. Lithy stepped before Anatole with a relief rarely seen in the normally nervous student. "Once everyone has settled, would it be alright to chat with you about - your old friend? I would like to learn what you know about Madame Muir's abilities."
Remy stepped up as well with a delighted grin on his face, bright and chipper like he's run across an old friend. "Mr. Anatole! Glad that you're here! What should we do now that we're here?" He looked around, wondering if there was any place there for entertainment; a game room, or a movie theater. If they were going to have to stay there for a while, surely they keep this small-town active.
"You may enjoy yourself, courtesy of both myself and Mister Blackhill. Mister Blackhill's house, and a little bit of my protective magic should shelter the students in safety until the end of Muir's killing spree."