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Transmutation was what Lilie figured Max would go for, but they already had talked about it. Now that she thought about it, a lot of people did tend to ask that sort of thing and not really be sure. Not that she had any room to talk, she was still trying to decide for herself, but at this point she was convinced she'd end up doubling up. Just the question of which two remained--why couldn't she just try everything?--but she figured she had enough time to make up her mind. But the way it kept getting brought up made her feel like maybe she didn't?

Lilie smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress as she frowned to herself. How would Transmutation help a plant mage? He must have had a better imagination than she did, she really couldn't think of much. Salem and Transmutation, Aaron and Mental...she really didn't know either one of them as well as she thought she did. Now that she thought about it, they were both acting kinda weird tonight, weren't they? They were both usually very sweet and kind, but now they were like completely different people. Salem's passive aggressive remark came out of nowhere, and Aaron seemed happy that he annoyed someone. Maybe they were stressed out? Even if it was the case, though, she didn't like it at all, it was making her feel a little anxious if she was being honest.

“That’s really something,” Lilie replied. “Funny how small the world is sometimes.”

Finding her fingers fidgeting with the frilled ends of her sleeves, she forced her hands to lay flat on her knees--Ben would have a fit if he saw her doing that, and while he was determined to break that habit, she was pretty sure it wasn't going away anytime soon. She needed a break from...this, but going outside for some air was probably rude. Maybe a drink of water would help instead. The dorm layout was familiar enough, so she knew where the kitchen was.

Standing up, she let the conversation continue as she walked around the couch, giving Aaron a small smile as she headed towards the kitchen.

Aaron’s expression betrayed a touch of concern as Lilie stood, and on instinct he subtly stepped in her way as she tried to pass, offering an obliging smile even as he stopped her in her tracks. “Is there something I can get for you?”

Lilie stopped before she would bump into Aaron, knowing she probably should have asked first. Maybe he caught on that she wanted to get away? Well that was embarrassing, maybe Ben had a point when he said she was way too expressive. “Oh, I just wanted some water,” She said sheepishly. “I didn’t want to bother you since I think I know where the kitchen is, so I figured I’d get it myself.”

Cracking a more genuine smile, Aaron leveled Lilie with an appreciative look, but shook his head. “That’s what I’m here for,” he insisted, gesturing back to the couch. “Have a seat and I’ll get it for you.” He left no room for argument, turning on his heel and walking into the kitchen himself.

Lilie didn’t even get to open her mouth in protest before he took off--he was fast! For the better, though, she felt like she could've melted at his real smile. But she didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself, so she ended up quietly slinking back to her seat, holding back a sigh as her fingers continued to pull at her sleeve. She really did feel like she was dealing with an entirely different person, but no one else seemed to either notice or care. She had to get used to this.

She nearly jumped when a small glass of water seemed to appear out of nowhere to her right--Aaron had come and gone without a peep, she didn't even notice he was behind her until now! "Thank you," She gave him a real smile before quickly taking a sip, figuring she needed to calm herself down mentally before engaging in any talk. Her anxiety was already through the roof just from overthinking.





Okay, fine, Benji had decent taste. He was ambitious, too--he knew more than one person dying to get an invitation to one of Duchess Perez' parties, so the fact that he would be bold enough to present the little one in one of them was saying something. Eris would have to keep an ear out for that, if only to once again ruin the night with his presence. He absentmindedly swirled the blood in his cup, mind at work as the count kept talking about things Eris did not care about. Hm, he was going to have to try a little harder in participating in the conversation before he ended up falling asleep, Benson seemed prepared for every question asked.

Deciding he had played around with it enough and trying to hide his expression of boredom, Eris lifted the cup to his lips before the Eve count decided to reveal a very interesting tidbit: his mage was an albino! The revelation and shock actually managed to get through to Eris before anything, his eyebrows shooting up as he put his cup back down with his mouth actually open.

The princess had decided that the defining mage for the Eve house was an albino. That couldn't be true, could it? Of course it was, why hadn't he noticed sooner? Well, no, he knew why, he couldn't care enough to possibly look at her for more than a few seconds. But now that he thought about it, he did find it weird that her eyebrows had been white, too. Her eyelashes were darker, too--she must use mascara. If her hair really was naturally white, then it meant she had oculocutaneous albinism. As far as he was aware, it was practically unheard of and very rare, except in probably the worst way possible.

All his analytical thinking then gave way to one of the greatest ironies: the Sinnenodel heir was gifted a Starag, the top-of-the-line mage lineage, while the Eve representatives were tossed the literal bottom of the barrel. And Max wondered why Eris bothered coming! This was amazing! This was some of the best news he had received since he had been here! It was even better than hearing that Benson was stuck with some peasant from the middle of nowhere, no, this had to have been deliberate!

The corners of Eris' mouth turned into an open grin of disbelief, lips quickly closing as he remembered where he was. Honestly, if he was anywhere else he would have burst out laughing, but he controlled himself, even if he couldn't quite stop smiling. But any sense of recovering any more than that went flying out the window when the countess decided to turn quite icy towards the count. Eris had to stop himself from rolling his eyes--she was so full of shit, there was no way she compared a defective mage to a diamond. He supposed the Marivaldi way had to be upheld by someone, but apparently that was in exchange for vampiric pride.

"A cracked bottle is considered unique compared to the rest in the case, that doesn't mean it's of any use," Eris said with a half scoff, half laugh. Ugh, he couldn't believe he actually had to defend Benson, but being hidden away from society must have done a number on her head. "You can't be serious. You bring something looking like that to any place in high society and you'd be a laughingstock! Even an heiress like you couldn't get away with something like that without losing your dignity. Aside from the fact that the look is completely garish and much too eye-catching, ridding her of that awful hair would be doing the little one a favor. I argue that Count Eve is right in his decision to strip that white away. Anything less would be a disservice..."

But tearing down the Marivaldi countess wasn't what he was here for; he needed to focus on the task at hand. Shaking his head, he looked at Ben for a moment, trying to come up with the right words in false concern. "...Unless these are simply short term plans. Even so, however, all that work for something that'll never get you anywhere or anything...you'll have to explain your line of thinking, I don't understand," He finally got the words out slowly without a hint of laughter. "I'll admit there is talent, but even if you managed to get anyone's interest, the moment her genetics are revealed, you've essentially doomed both you and her to a failed transaction and word would definitely get out faster than you could control it. I suppose you'd have to wait until graduation if you wanted to sell her to someone who collects baroque pearls, but I doubt she'd fetch a high price...unless that's why you're cultivating her talents?" No, the Eve count was too soft for that sort of thing. But watching him squirm for a response would do nicely, especially since Miss High Horse over there was apparently the authority on deeming mages worthy.





Lilie actually couldn't believe she and Max had so much in common. Aside from wanting to hide every time Ben announced she had another lesson to learn, she really didn't do much of anything, either. It did sound boring to just sit around doing nothing, but the alternative didn't really get her excited or anything. She was social, sure, but charming and steering conversations sounded really manipulative. Is that what Aaron was doing? She did notice his smile was brighter than usual. An unfamiliar weight in her stomach came at the thought--no, she shouldn't jump to those sorts of conclusions. He was always nice to her, and tonight was no different.

Still, she felt a small smile on her face as he placed an assuring hand on her shoulder, looking up at him timidly but catching herself. Ack! No, no, none of that right now, not with so many people looking! Still, she felt like she should say something. Not responding would definitely be rude, right? Lightly patting his hand, she gave him an appreciative smile. "I'll enjoy it while it lasts, then," It sounded super lame, but what else could she tell him?

Max mentioning a rumor mill did make Lilie let out a tiny laugh--ever since she embarrassed herself in front of Aaron, she actually took a step back from that kind of stuff. Shaking her head, she tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she looked at Max curiously. He was probably gonna chew her out for asking, but she was pretty sure she'd have to get used to that--especially since they were apparently running in the same circles.

"Hearing rumors about people you know is...awkward," Lilie admitted that much, eyes briefly flickering to Aaron before going to the rest of the room. "But I don't think I've heard anything. Not that I went looking, but, you know...everything seems kinda quiet right now."


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Maybe Eris should've stayed home and caught his show after all.

Even he wasn't going to be so cold hearted and say none of them had talent, but great stars above was he bored out of his mind. Once you heard Widow Nailo's singing it wasn't like anything in the world could match, and it didn't help that Count Benson's choice was from an opera she once sang. He remembered little of the plot but the songs themselves were gorgeous--he actually did sit up a touch once he heard Chérie sing those familiar notes. It was alright, like finding an uncovered gem, but said gem needed a lot more polish to make itself really shine. Maybe if she were in more capable hands she could have really knocked it out of the park.

The fire thing was a bold choice for...wait, who was this? Unfortunately he spent most of the performance trying to figure out who the hell he was watching. A new Marivaldi mage, sure, but a complete nobody. The princess sure loved to assign nobodies to nobility, didn't she? First the little white haired songbird and now the pyromaniac knife wielder. Maybe she was hoping the Marivaldi dorm would get burned down or something. The thought did make Eris' smile a little wider than it probably should have been, timed well with his applause.

Said smile had to be muted since Wells was up, and his performance was...actually Eris didn't know whether the kid was an idiot or a genius. There was some actual merit to his creation, even his comedic timing (Eris personally would've left it out, but whatever), and the finished result was striking, but anyone could attribute it to dumb luck. Oh well, it was semi-interesting and Eris hadn't fallen asleep yet, so it was fine. Everything about the kid was a farce tonight anyway, might as well add 'potential starving artist' to the list.

Now, Plant Boy's whole shtick was something he didn't think he'd end up enjoying, but he was biased. And to be fair, it wasn't until he realized that the boy had chosen such a magnificent model that he had any investment in anything he did. Honestly Eris didn't even care, seeing any artist attempt to capture his beauty was always fun in his book. He was going to have to come back to the dorm to admire it privately. Wait, was he playing into something? No, Count Astorio wasn't that smart. Or was he? Eris ended up deciding he didn't care for now.

And finally, Sunny. Unfortunately a trained ear could spot every little adjustment and the change was blasphemous. Hm, maybe Eris was being too critical? But eh, the mage had a cute expression on his face as he played, so just with that alone he'd rate it as the second best performance tonight. It was a little weird to see something resembling passion from such a rigid individual. To be honest he was admittedly more caught up in the additional attention the mage gave anyway, so it wasn't like he was missing out.

Still, even with the positives Eris' mind kept going back to his soap opera. He could've been comfy on the couch watching Duchess Annabel's marriage getting interrupted. Actually he could've been buttering up his grandparents, he was pretty sure their anniversary was tonight. There were much better things to do with his time then watch inexperienced mages and Sunny, even with the little enjoyment he did get out of them.

But as always, they weren't the point--the show Eris was really here for was finally about to start, and judging by the not-so-subtle-split-second look they had exchanged earlier, old Benard hadn't expected him. If Eris could get away with it he would've made an entire photo album on the count's reaction: the surprise, the confusion, the irritation, the bitter acceptance. He hid it well, as nobles did, but there was nothing more gratifying than getting on someone's last nerve without even having to say anything.

And now they were being all nice and blood tasting, so he was sure conversation would spark up at any moment. Fortunately it was delivered with a very sweet tasting drink, with Eris reveling in his introduction. Ah, someday that would extend to everyone he knew, but for now he'd just settle. The countess gave him the perfect chance to insert himself in the conversation, pausing his sip in time to talk. "I'd like to know as well, I haven't heard that song in some time," He remained relatively polite as he asked, but then changed his mind. Why the hell should he stay polite for this dick? "Widow Nailo's performance of that tune won several awards back in her heyday, if I remember right. Marvelous performances, but they say she was born to sing. How do you think your little one compares?"





That...was not a good question to ask. Lilie couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, knowing that no matter how she replied, Max would definitely know she messed up. Shoot, she was so sure she'd move past the phase of embarrassing herself. Maybe engaging him was a mistake? No, maybe she should have been more direct with her questioning? She was still curious about the sculpture but she was pretty sure if she asked again he was definitely going to get mad.

Fortunately, his response did bring up a really good point: what were they supposed to do? Just talk? "Actually, that's a good question. Are we supposed to just sit here and wait for the vampires to finish? Seems like a waste," Lilie said, frowning. At least the Revel had music loud enough to dance, the melody playing over by the vampires was definitely meant to be background noise. Speaking of that, she hadn't seen a genuine phonograph in years, not since her grandmother had passed. Well, Ben could barely operate his phone so maybe it wasn't that surprising.

Her eyes trailed from the hall to Aaron, who was standing behind the couch. Why was he standing? He said it himself, the performances were over. Making sure she caught his eye, she patted the seat next to her with what she hoped was an inviting smile. He had complimented them all, but she really wanted to know what he thought personally.





Even if the sentiment wasn't shared, Lilie really was glad to have them all together. Then again, she was a little friendship-starved since most of her free time had been occupied by lessons, so she blamed it on that. Salem's comment earned him a warm smile on her end as she laughed a little. Honestly, it was so much better to perform in front of friends than having Ben stare at her intensely and immediately give her pointers. He meant well, but he really needed to let up sometimes.

"That's so nice of you to say, thank you," Lilie replied cheerfully, looking around for a moment. To her disappointment, Aaron wasn't with them just yet. She thought today would've been a night for him to relax, but it didn't look like Count Sinnenodel was going to let him. Maybe she could convince Aaron to sit with them for just a minute?

As the conversation carried on, she felt like it would be redundant to reintroduce herself to Maddie, instead just giving the girl a wave as she introduced herself to the rest of the group. Hm, she felt like she should talk about something that would get the conversation going, but it was hard to tell what everyone had in common. Max wasn't much of a talker period, she didn't know Maddie well, and Salem...actually, she had an easier time talking to him so no worries there.

Well, she could at least think of something that would hopefully get Maddie's interest and Max talking. "So Max, that was an interesting sculpture," She mentioned. "Are you an aspiring artist?"


Sarahi had mumbled something unintelligible as she stirred, nearly letting out a scream at the body next to her. It didn't help that Diadem decided to surround her in a flurry, tiny bells all at once shouting at her mentally a multitude of things that she couldn't understand. She would've yelled at them to shut up if she hadn't felt so tired, ignoring them as they eagerly clung to her in what she could only assume was comfort. Well, at least they weren't in that terrible place anymore, though she felt dirty and cranky all the same.

Judging by the teacher who looked like she just woke up herself and their surroundings, she guessed they were wherever she lived. Lovely. Sarahi had to resist the temptation to just lay down again, her head pounding slightly. Her body protested as she forced herself into a proper sitting position--through bitter cold or intense heat, she'd be damned if she was going to look unprofessional, even if she probably looked like she could use a bath.

She didn't bother questioning the coffee. Even if it was poisoned, death wasn't something she'd exactly bat away right now. She swatted away a few of the curious butterflies that had chosen to sit on her cup as she took in a deep drink. Now that was what she needed to properly wake up her mind.

"Don't usually have your students alive at this point, do you?" She ended up asked. "Can't say I envy someone who has to go explaining the deaths of the people they're supposed to be responsible for."





Lilie was all too glad to be away from the vampires, probably being the first to zip away as fast as she could. It was fun to see everyone's talents and make note of people's abilities--although she was pretty sure she nearly swooned off her seat hearing Aaron play the cello. Not that she'd ever say that out loud, it was too embarrassing, but it brought back a pleasant memory that made her heart race.

For now, she was content to take a seat, ankles crossed properly as her hands smoothed out the fabric of her dress. She was used to accidentally smacking herself with her own earrings every time she turned to look at someone, but she had to resist the temptation to twirl around like a little girl. She'd do that plenty when she got back to her dorm.

"Well, that was fun," Lilie ended up admitting out loud, deciding to strike up a conversation. Ben did mention something about keeping her wits or something, right? Oh well, she didn't really care right now. "I mean, at least we're all together, right? It's been a while since that's happened."





Ugh, this kid was really hung up on lying for some reason. And he didn't even believe him! That hurt Eris' pride just a touch, and was precisely why he said what he did. Although he did make a mental note to tone back the lying, he didn't want it getting back to Ismene after he had promised her he'd try to get on Max's good side. If he even had a good side, that is, at this point Eris was convinced that the kid was just a humanized mass of spite that ran off of hatred and was fueled only by anger and sarcasm. Which normally he was fine with, stars knew it was basically dealing with a less important vampire, but really, the kid was going to die of a stroke if he kept it up.

Eris let out something resembling a hollow laugh before following Max, triple checking his appearance. The kid cleaned up very nicely, especially with his hair done in some sort of way instead of rocking the 'I don't care' look. They'd have to work on giving him some tone, though, he was still a little too slim for his liking. Time would fix that, fortunately, so he wouldn't worry too much about that. Instead, he ran over a few conversation points in his head as he made sure to remember everything he needed to.

Snapping out of his thoughts at Max's question, Eris openly rolled his eyes again, although this time he had the perfect little mishap. Walking up to Max from behind, he gave him a little squeeze as he got up on the tips of his toes, placing his chin on the taller kid's shoulder. "Aww, do you really care? I'm so touched," He stepped away as he grabbed his phone off the entrance table, stuffing it in his pocket. "Being fashionably late doesn't apply when it comes to entertainment. By the time we get over there we'll be the last to arrive since the rest live just a few steps from one another."

He paused for a moment, remembering something. "Just remember: eyes down, stay quiet until someone talks to you directly, and try not to fall asleep. Mage manners and all that...Sunny's an expert so when in doubt watch him or just don't say anything," He said, waving the thought away.


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