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After Tuesday I'll be back to regular postings! Sorry for the delay folks. Finals are a killer bee </3
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We'll fall asleep. So deeply out of reach
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In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again.
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I'll do just that then! I'll begin working on something now then!
So, I was thinking a time skip! Unless you had more plans for the current day?
Andria nodded. "Totally agree. In fact, sometimes the movies ruin the series for me. Has that ever happened to you? I've asked some of the girls, and they disagree. Like seriously disagree," she said. "Like why keep it a secret? Girls like to gossip. I even do. I guess I don't want to deal with all that stuff. Not sure what else's there to say about it."
The house test. When Andria first came across it, she tried her hardest to get into Gryffindor. It seemed like the thing to be at the time. No matter how hard she tried or how many times she took the test, however, Ravenclaw always showed up at the bottom. Her first thought was that the quiz was tampered, every outcome only sorting to Ravenclaw. When she told her friends, each of them told her how they got a different house. Her hypothesis seriously went through the window then. Eventually, after learning more about Ravenclaw, the more it stuck with her.
"I suppose there are more factors to each. Totally a generalization for Syltherin," she said. "As for what's right and what's wrong. I'm not sure I'll win a philosophical conversation with a philosophy major, but deciding what's right depends on the perspective. For example, Draco. When he let the DEs into Hogwarts, people died. That didn't stop him from thinking it was the right thing to do - even if Voldemort did threaten his parents - I think?
"On the other hand, we could also talk about Harry. His actions may have been right to the majority, but people still did disagree with them. What I'm trying to say is that whichever side you're on, the definition of right or wrong changes."
Andria glanced at her watch. She blinked. "Oh shoot! Lost track of the time. I've got to run for a tennis thing." She went and picked up her bag. It seemed the two had been talking for longer than she'd thought. "Why don't you catch some sleep? We'll definitely have more time to talk tonight - if I haven't bored or scared you off that is."
The house test. When Andria first came across it, she tried her hardest to get into Gryffindor. It seemed like the thing to be at the time. No matter how hard she tried or how many times she took the test, however, Ravenclaw always showed up at the bottom. Her first thought was that the quiz was tampered, every outcome only sorting to Ravenclaw. When she told her friends, each of them told her how they got a different house. Her hypothesis seriously went through the window then. Eventually, after learning more about Ravenclaw, the more it stuck with her.
"I suppose there are more factors to each. Totally a generalization for Syltherin," she said. "As for what's right and what's wrong. I'm not sure I'll win a philosophical conversation with a philosophy major, but deciding what's right depends on the perspective. For example, Draco. When he let the DEs into Hogwarts, people died. That didn't stop him from thinking it was the right thing to do - even if Voldemort did threaten his parents - I think?
"On the other hand, we could also talk about Harry. His actions may have been right to the majority, but people still did disagree with them. What I'm trying to say is that whichever side you're on, the definition of right or wrong changes."
Andria glanced at her watch. She blinked. "Oh shoot! Lost track of the time. I've got to run for a tennis thing." She went and picked up her bag. It seemed the two had been talking for longer than she'd thought. "Why don't you catch some sleep? We'll definitely have more time to talk tonight - if I haven't bored or scared you off that is."
“Oh, you should totally read it when you have the time,” Andria said as she put the comic back on her shelf. “You watch the show then? It’s pretty good, but the story in the comics? Much stronger if you ask me. I don’t usually have time to watch nowadays anyways. I’m so far behind. Reading quickly is my forte, and I can do it on the go! I appreciate it. I don't like advertising it around. Since you like it, I don't see the harm in telling you. It'd be fun to talk about it with someone!"
She laughed nervously as she eyed the slytherin scarf. “They’re so underrated, but I’ve got a thing for Ravenclaw.” Andria crossed her arms, playful look entering her eyes. “Purebloods, cunning, and dominating. Looks like I’ve gotta be careful around you, a little snake of slytherin, eh?”
The next question took some thought. Unlike the previous, this one really meant more to her than a great many other things. Where should she start? When she first played when she was a kid or when she began to show promise at junior nationals and went from tournament to tournament from there.
“Ever since I was young,” Andria finally said. “Dad showed me how to play. I guessed I liked it, and it carried me here. Have you ever played?”
She laughed nervously as she eyed the slytherin scarf. “They’re so underrated, but I’ve got a thing for Ravenclaw.” Andria crossed her arms, playful look entering her eyes. “Purebloods, cunning, and dominating. Looks like I’ve gotta be careful around you, a little snake of slytherin, eh?”
The next question took some thought. Unlike the previous, this one really meant more to her than a great many other things. Where should she start? When she first played when she was a kid or when she began to show promise at junior nationals and went from tournament to tournament from there.
“Ever since I was young,” Andria finally said. “Dad showed me how to play. I guessed I liked it, and it carried me here. Have you ever played?”
There we are! Now I won't have to worry about it disappearing on me. Hopefully it's an acceptable read.
Her mood was volatile, to say the least. Sitting behind her desk, looking at reports submitted by her employees, Petra was getting hungry. A hunger insatiable by normal means. Having assumed her family’s import/export business, her days were filled with numbers, numbers, and even more numbers. Why had she even bothered? After decades of doing the same thing over and over, changing her name and faking many deaths as needed to make things believable, it was all so exhausting.
Reading in the master study of her estate, the window curtains were tied to either side. It was night; the sun couldn’t touch her in these hours of solace. Even though it’d kill her, Petra couldn’t forget the magnificence of the great source of light. She loved its shine. It was a remembrance of her past — a remembrance she hated but couldn’t let go.
As she finished reading one report, a knock rapped against the door. She looked up as a man walked in. Like her, he had the same pale skin complexion. “Pardon ma’am,” said the other vampire as he nodded in respect. “The blood well is here. At your word, I'll send it up at your most convenient of pleasure.”
Petra tapped one long finger on her desk. “Do so,” she said. A sigh of longing escaped her lips as she stared to the darkening sky. It was curious. She loved the beauty of the sun and hated the bleakness of night. Yet, what she loved most would be her fastest killer. “Have you sent off the letter Ditric?”
“The day you ordered it,” Ditric said. “I surmise its reached its destination by now. I took the liberty of having it postmarked with the fastest courier available.”
Petra nodded. “That’ll be all. Send up the well. I parched.”
Ditric bowed as he shut the door behind him.
Ditric had been with Petra for as long as she could remember. Back when she was fleeing from the Revolutionary Army during the war between the United States and Britain, she had come across Ditric. Still relatively new to the world, she gave him a purpose instead of allowing him to lose his mind to the dangerous taint of a feral newborn. Having the advantage of being taught, unlike her, a strong master and servant role was established. Wherever she went, Ditric followed closely behind. Her protector, servant, and attendant.
There were times where she had to restrain the inert male need to lead, but the moments were quickly fixed and here they were today. The years had hardened him as it did her. Like a lion, Ditric was sombre and quiet. However, when another trespassed on Petra’s domain, fangs and claws came at the ready, prepared to rend the flesh from the offenders bones.
The oak doors creaked open as Ditric appeared once again with a woman following from behind. Petra recognized the woman. Cassandra. A most faithful servant with a most delicious tasting elixir coursing through her frame.
“Ditric,” she said. The hunger, the smell drawing her into a frenzy controlled only through the experience of time. “Leave us.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The door shut behind her as Cassandra kept walking forward. She was brave, this woman. Under most circumstances, Petra fed from those who could disappear — or her closets of human servants. Cassandra on the other hand was a very special one. Her taste was irreplaceable, her company was pleasant.
“I’ve come as requested,” said the servant as she stood before the ravenous beast.
Petra wasted no time as she pushed Cassandra over and her forced her on her table. The scent was so strong that she could feel her canines sharpen from the mere contact. Her eyes traced the woman’s neck as blood pulsed through her quickening artery.
“I’ll make this as painless as possible.”
“You may be as rough or as gentle as you’d like,” Cassandra said, her lips pulled back into a taut smile. “It all feels the same to me.”
Petra chuckled as she inhaled the woman’s scent. An irresistible, unnameable scent filled her mind and sent her senses awry. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. “Out of all my things, you’re the most welcome.”
Tightening her grip, her fangs sunk deep into the woman’s neck as warm liquid slowly rushed down her throat. She felt the servant tighten underneath her than slowly relaxed. Even within such a terrible act, the passion was intense.
Soon enough, her mind was filled with ecstatic pleasure. The world forgotten for a time.
It had taken some time to arrive at the designated location. Petra was fairly surprised when she was invited to sit within Seraphine, the head of the coven she currently resided within. What surprised even more so was the fact that she would sit as the second. As far as honors go in her world, only becoming head of the coven would put her current position to shame.
As she made her way through the cool council hallways, she remembered the slightly agitated look on Ditric’s face when she told him to remain outside. Unlike her manor, this was not her domain. To invite unneeded tension into this already fragile neutrality would be a huge disservice to her kind.
Finally coming before the vampire council’s waiting room, she nodded to a sentinel standing outside as he opened the door for her. She strode in with the confidence of a leader but with the respect of a follower. A fine line had to be traversed here.
Her black dress and matching style jacket clung to her body as she bowed to the occupant in the room. “Lady Seraphine, its an honor” she said with a gesture of respect. “And to you too Lucius. Am I the last of us to arrive?”
Reading in the master study of her estate, the window curtains were tied to either side. It was night; the sun couldn’t touch her in these hours of solace. Even though it’d kill her, Petra couldn’t forget the magnificence of the great source of light. She loved its shine. It was a remembrance of her past — a remembrance she hated but couldn’t let go.
As she finished reading one report, a knock rapped against the door. She looked up as a man walked in. Like her, he had the same pale skin complexion. “Pardon ma’am,” said the other vampire as he nodded in respect. “The blood well is here. At your word, I'll send it up at your most convenient of pleasure.”
Petra tapped one long finger on her desk. “Do so,” she said. A sigh of longing escaped her lips as she stared to the darkening sky. It was curious. She loved the beauty of the sun and hated the bleakness of night. Yet, what she loved most would be her fastest killer. “Have you sent off the letter Ditric?”
“The day you ordered it,” Ditric said. “I surmise its reached its destination by now. I took the liberty of having it postmarked with the fastest courier available.”
Petra nodded. “That’ll be all. Send up the well. I parched.”
Ditric bowed as he shut the door behind him.
Ditric had been with Petra for as long as she could remember. Back when she was fleeing from the Revolutionary Army during the war between the United States and Britain, she had come across Ditric. Still relatively new to the world, she gave him a purpose instead of allowing him to lose his mind to the dangerous taint of a feral newborn. Having the advantage of being taught, unlike her, a strong master and servant role was established. Wherever she went, Ditric followed closely behind. Her protector, servant, and attendant.
There were times where she had to restrain the inert male need to lead, but the moments were quickly fixed and here they were today. The years had hardened him as it did her. Like a lion, Ditric was sombre and quiet. However, when another trespassed on Petra’s domain, fangs and claws came at the ready, prepared to rend the flesh from the offenders bones.
The oak doors creaked open as Ditric appeared once again with a woman following from behind. Petra recognized the woman. Cassandra. A most faithful servant with a most delicious tasting elixir coursing through her frame.
“Ditric,” she said. The hunger, the smell drawing her into a frenzy controlled only through the experience of time. “Leave us.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The door shut behind her as Cassandra kept walking forward. She was brave, this woman. Under most circumstances, Petra fed from those who could disappear — or her closets of human servants. Cassandra on the other hand was a very special one. Her taste was irreplaceable, her company was pleasant.
“I’ve come as requested,” said the servant as she stood before the ravenous beast.
Petra wasted no time as she pushed Cassandra over and her forced her on her table. The scent was so strong that she could feel her canines sharpen from the mere contact. Her eyes traced the woman’s neck as blood pulsed through her quickening artery.
“I’ll make this as painless as possible.”
“You may be as rough or as gentle as you’d like,” Cassandra said, her lips pulled back into a taut smile. “It all feels the same to me.”
Petra chuckled as she inhaled the woman’s scent. An irresistible, unnameable scent filled her mind and sent her senses awry. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. “Out of all my things, you’re the most welcome.”
Tightening her grip, her fangs sunk deep into the woman’s neck as warm liquid slowly rushed down her throat. She felt the servant tighten underneath her than slowly relaxed. Even within such a terrible act, the passion was intense.
Soon enough, her mind was filled with ecstatic pleasure. The world forgotten for a time.
It had taken some time to arrive at the designated location. Petra was fairly surprised when she was invited to sit within Seraphine, the head of the coven she currently resided within. What surprised even more so was the fact that she would sit as the second. As far as honors go in her world, only becoming head of the coven would put her current position to shame.
As she made her way through the cool council hallways, she remembered the slightly agitated look on Ditric’s face when she told him to remain outside. Unlike her manor, this was not her domain. To invite unneeded tension into this already fragile neutrality would be a huge disservice to her kind.
Finally coming before the vampire council’s waiting room, she nodded to a sentinel standing outside as he opened the door for her. She strode in with the confidence of a leader but with the respect of a follower. A fine line had to be traversed here.
Her black dress and matching style jacket clung to her body as she bowed to the occupant in the room. “Lady Seraphine, its an honor” she said with a gesture of respect. “And to you too Lucius. Am I the last of us to arrive?”
Right when I was about to post. But glad I saw it before I did. I'll revise accordingly.
Also, I don't see Clumsy's CS at all in the vampire section. Would it be safe to assume that my character is the last to arrive?
Also, I don't see Clumsy's CS at all in the vampire section. Would it be safe to assume that my character is the last to arrive?
Andria pursed her lips. “Morning, hm? Well, I wouldn’t mind, but I get up pretty early,” she said. She nodded to her bag. “We’ve got morning practice for tennis at 6 AM. I’ll try to be as quiet as possible. Don’t want to wake you up and all. But yeah. My first class is at 10 AM. We could sneak a bite before that, if you’re up by then?”
Not wanting to presume, Andria left a specific time out. She still didn’t know Emma’s habits. She was naturally an early riser and quick to sleep. That was partially why she always ‘missed’ the parties her teammates went to. On occasion, she’d go to one, but that was once in a blue moon. Last time she went to one, she wished she hadn’t. She got bored before it even started.
“You’re into books and movies? Well shoot!” Andria pointed towards her shelf near her desk. “I’ve brought a lot of them from home. Feel free to pick one out and read it. A little warning though. If you’re not a fantasy, sci fi, or realism fiction, you’d probably hate all of them. I was in choir a while back, but it never clicked with me.”
She laughed as she thought about her answer of her hobbies. “Well, reading for one. I bet that was obvious from the get go though,” she said. “Love my music, enjoy a good movie on the weekends, and tennis as well. Never really had time for video games, but I enjoy watching.”
Getting off her bed, Andria bent down as she looked at her book shelf. She thumbed through a few titles before she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a comic. She turned around and grinned mischievously. “You wouldn’t happen to be a ‘The Walking Dead’ fan, right?” It was rare for Andria to show people one of her guilty pleasures. Not knowing why she liked it, the struggle to survive in a dying world is what kept her reading the series. “This is our secret, ‘kay? Trusting you to keep this one on the down low, darlin’.”
Not wanting to presume, Andria left a specific time out. She still didn’t know Emma’s habits. She was naturally an early riser and quick to sleep. That was partially why she always ‘missed’ the parties her teammates went to. On occasion, she’d go to one, but that was once in a blue moon. Last time she went to one, she wished she hadn’t. She got bored before it even started.
“You’re into books and movies? Well shoot!” Andria pointed towards her shelf near her desk. “I’ve brought a lot of them from home. Feel free to pick one out and read it. A little warning though. If you’re not a fantasy, sci fi, or realism fiction, you’d probably hate all of them. I was in choir a while back, but it never clicked with me.”
She laughed as she thought about her answer of her hobbies. “Well, reading for one. I bet that was obvious from the get go though,” she said. “Love my music, enjoy a good movie on the weekends, and tennis as well. Never really had time for video games, but I enjoy watching.”
Getting off her bed, Andria bent down as she looked at her book shelf. She thumbed through a few titles before she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a comic. She turned around and grinned mischievously. “You wouldn’t happen to be a ‘The Walking Dead’ fan, right?” It was rare for Andria to show people one of her guilty pleasures. Not knowing why she liked it, the struggle to survive in a dying world is what kept her reading the series. “This is our secret, ‘kay? Trusting you to keep this one on the down low, darlin’.”
Andria smacked her head. She forgot that pre-med wasn’t actually a degree but a track. All that someone needed to do was finish the prerequisites for the MCAT. The degree itself was open. “I made a mistake,” she said quickly. “I’m aiming for medicine, but I’m planning on majoring in Communication Arts. Maybe Sociology. Going to try an intro class before deciding.”
It was a very unorthodox way of going about preparing for medschool, but from what her dad told her, non-science degrees were sought after. It showed initiative he said. She already knew she could memorize even if it was rather dry at times. What she wanted to work on was refining the way she communicated with humans. Surely a doctor not only had to be good within the sciences but also how he or she acts within social circumstances as well.
Forgetting her brief moment of embarrassment, she listened to Emma on how she said she was from Scotland. “You’re super far from home,” she said. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t tired from the flight. You did just arrived, right? Tomorrow then! I’ve had plenty of time to walk the campus. We can go together, if you’d like. I’m sure we’ll see each other - in sociology and gen eds.”
Crawling over to the end of her bed, Andria snaked her hand in her bag and pulled out a water bottle and took a sip. “So, Emma. What are you into?”
It was a very unorthodox way of going about preparing for medschool, but from what her dad told her, non-science degrees were sought after. It showed initiative he said. She already knew she could memorize even if it was rather dry at times. What she wanted to work on was refining the way she communicated with humans. Surely a doctor not only had to be good within the sciences but also how he or she acts within social circumstances as well.
Forgetting her brief moment of embarrassment, she listened to Emma on how she said she was from Scotland. “You’re super far from home,” she said. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t tired from the flight. You did just arrived, right? Tomorrow then! I’ve had plenty of time to walk the campus. We can go together, if you’d like. I’m sure we’ll see each other - in sociology and gen eds.”
Crawling over to the end of her bed, Andria snaked her hand in her bag and pulled out a water bottle and took a sip. “So, Emma. What are you into?”
Andria flopped down on her bed. It felt so good to sit down after this morning. Crossing her legs, she reached over and grabbed her large blue couch pillow and wrapped her arms around it. Ever since she was a kid, she just loved soft things. Her big blue pillow was one of them. It was fluffy and had a pattern of a Blue Jay outlined in black stenciled onto it.
"Well it's very nice to meet you Emma. I can be pretty talkative, so let me know if I start annoying you," she said in her high but slightly low voice - almost alto-like if she compared it with choral. " Still pretty undecided about what I want to study, but I'm thinking medicine. My dad works at a pretty big hospital back in Tennessee. Had a chance to volunteer there, so I'm leaning towards that. Of course, things can change. What about you?”
So far everything was going pretty well. Andria couldn’t help notice the subtle shy nature of the girl. Maybe she came off a little too forward. She had always been pretty direct but mindful of her words. Too many she seemed like one of the most sociable people folks would ever meet. Little did they know, she enjoyed tranquility. Where her friends saw fun in late night partying, recharging with a book or simply relaxing in the evening was her go to. Tennis took a lot out of her, so the lack of energy played a role as well. Mornings never treated a hungover individual well.
“Are you an exchange student?” Andria asked. “You have an accent -- well, I suppose I shouldn’t be talking being from the South. British?”
Hopefully not too forward she thought to herself. In all honesty, Andria didn’t want to make the girl uncomfortable. Far from it. She believed in breaking the ice quickly. It’d be easier going forward. “Have you walked campus? We can check it out later. It’s pretty big. Who knows? Depending on what you’re taking, we may have classes together. We could totally be study buddies!”
"Well it's very nice to meet you Emma. I can be pretty talkative, so let me know if I start annoying you," she said in her high but slightly low voice - almost alto-like if she compared it with choral. " Still pretty undecided about what I want to study, but I'm thinking medicine. My dad works at a pretty big hospital back in Tennessee. Had a chance to volunteer there, so I'm leaning towards that. Of course, things can change. What about you?”
So far everything was going pretty well. Andria couldn’t help notice the subtle shy nature of the girl. Maybe she came off a little too forward. She had always been pretty direct but mindful of her words. Too many she seemed like one of the most sociable people folks would ever meet. Little did they know, she enjoyed tranquility. Where her friends saw fun in late night partying, recharging with a book or simply relaxing in the evening was her go to. Tennis took a lot out of her, so the lack of energy played a role as well. Mornings never treated a hungover individual well.
“Are you an exchange student?” Andria asked. “You have an accent -- well, I suppose I shouldn’t be talking being from the South. British?”
Hopefully not too forward she thought to herself. In all honesty, Andria didn’t want to make the girl uncomfortable. Far from it. She believed in breaking the ice quickly. It’d be easier going forward. “Have you walked campus? We can check it out later. It’s pretty big. Who knows? Depending on what you’re taking, we may have classes together. We could totally be study buddies!”
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