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Waverly Academy

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Waverly Academy

"Hey watch where you-!" Azalea yelled, her words being cut short by the sudden encounter. She flinched at the sound of her book dropping, her eyes squeezing shut tightly. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open as she looked at the boy in front of her. "H-Hi..." She spoke quietly, her breathing light and quick. The whole thing had happened so quickly she wasn't sure of what exactly had happened. Azalea tucked a stand of her white hair behind her ear while she looked away, not wanting to make eye contact. She hadn't quite mastered her gift, and she surely didn't want to use it on a stranger. It simply wasn't fair.

Waverly Academy

Azalea roamed the library for what seemed like hours, alone in the peace and quite. She glanced out the window while students still chatted in the courtyard, her hand pressed gently against the window while a small sigh escaped her lips. Slowly she exited the library with a book in her hand, her red eyes scanning over the empty hallway. Azalea hummed softly while she walked, her attention focused on the book as she tuned out the rest of the students around her. Her mind still slipped back to what the ice cold boy had said to her. Such hate in his words. She turned a corner quickly and glanced up from her book for a split second.

Waverly Academy

She stood there motionless, her mouth hanging open slightly. Those three words rang through her mind, almost engraved in her brain now. Pathetic little girl. It wasn't the words that bothered Azalea, it was the way he had said it. His tone, bitter and cold. Nobody had ever spoke to her like that before or put her in her place. The corner of her lips curled into a smile as she tilted her head to the side, watching him walk away leaving a trail of bitterness behind him. If it was a game of hardball he wanted to play, she would be more than happy to play.

Azalea was now silent as she reached the end of the group of students engrossed in gossip. She glanced around at a few other students with suitcases, leaving her to assume they had also just arrived. She refrained from speaking to anybody else and carried on with finding her way around on her own, slipping inside the school through a door that had been left open by an upperclassmen. Her mind was set on getting rid of her luggage and that's just what she did, throwing it inside her dorm room once she had discovered it. At the end of the hallway were two wide double doors, her curiosity getting the better of her. Azalea wandered quietly down the long hallway, humming softly until she reached the double doors. She knocked before the door opened with a loud creak. "H-Hello?" She said softly, gasping as she cautiously stepped inside, leaving the door open an inch behind her. The walls lined with thousands of books all different colors and sizes, a sweet smile forming.

Nightshade Academy

Salem stepped on the edge of the windowsill, looking down at the courtyard in front of her. It would be minutes before it was covered in blood once again, but she didn't mind. That's they way she liked it. Yes it wasn't the easiest to clean but it was worth it. She smiled and flipped off the ledge, landing perfectly on the ground, she had been practicing that. "Let it begin." She yelled with a grin as she lowered her good, revealing her rather large horns and pink hair as she drew a katana from the inside of her cloak. She walked slowly, dragging the tip of her weapon against the pavement with a wicked grin. Salem had one contract, a boy. She couldn't quite remember his name but when she would find his face, she would remember. That was her mission.

Nothing was the Same

"You can blame Alec. He's the one that influences me." Annie makes a pouty face as she glances over her shoulder at her brother, sticking her tongue out with a giggle. He smiled and placed his hand over his heart with a sigh. "I'm hurt." He said sarcasically before beginning to walk away. "Don't choke on the glitter, little sister." Annie ignored her brothers comment with a shake of her head. "He's a pain in the bum." She said, focused on the odd purple ball in front of her. Slowly she leaned in close to it, cupping her hands underneath the bubble as she popped the ball with her nose, a sweet and satisfied look on her face as she caught the glitter. "It's lovely." Annie whispered softly while she let the glitter slowly slip through her finger tips.

Nothing was the Same

Alec's lips curled into a smirk as she heard her say 'little one'. He glanced down at his sister who seemed to have a grin on her face. They must have been thinking the same exact thing. "Annmarie, daughter of Dolos." She smiled, tucking a strand of her white hair behind her ear. Annie slowly leaned in and whispered in the other girls ear, followed by a soft giggle. "You can call me Annie." She flashed a child-like grin and nodded. "I heard magic wasn't real." She held her hands behind her back, looking down at the ground with a slightly blush as she drew a pattern in the dirt with the tip of her shoe, glancing up at the boy with the purple hair. Alec looked over to two, his hands shoved into his pockets while he stared at Kaine for a few moments before turning his attention to the Faeya who had mentioned magic.

Waverly Academy

Azalea inched her way along the ground slowly but surely, dodging and weaving in and out of other students. Her suitcase occasionally grazed a toe in which she apologized and kept moving, faster each time. By now she was practically pushing through the crowd, her eyes locked on the ground while she avoided eye contact with the other students. She could have easily stopped every one in what they were doing and ordered them to move, but then her secret would have been out. She couldn't expose herself, not yet.

"Excuse me please." Azalea spoke softly to the boy named Izo who was blocking her way. She had lost her patience only after a second leading her to push past him quickly, stumbling due to her obnoxiously large bag. She reached out for balance, grabbing onto the thing nearest to her in which this case it was the boy. She gasped softly, quickly pulling her hand away once she had retrieved her steadiness. He was ice cold to the bone. Azalea glanced up at him for a split second, her cheeks almost as red as her eyes. "I'm sorry, my apologies." She whispered softly, bowing her head as she looked down making sure to loose eye contact. She chose her words carefully, if she would have said something along the lines of 'forgive me', that could have ended in a scene of him down on his knees begging. She had learned from her many mistakes. Azalea stood there a few moments before beginning to walk away, hauling the luggage behind her.

Nightshade Academy

"I will accompany you Li, but once we reach the core of the battlegrounds I will leave you on your own." Salem says softly, turning around to face the group. She smiled innocently , running a hand through her soft and almost pastel pink hair. "I want five lives spared at the maximum." She walked over to a closet and retrieved a black cloak, slipping in on as she concealed her horns. "And don't be shy. I want you painted in red." Salem glanced out the window once more, then her attention turned back to the council. "Let us waste no more time." She walked over to Ethan and slowly bent down to his eye level, swatting his feet off the table with a grin. "Alice, if you do change your mind...We'd love to have you join us." Salem said glancing over her shoulder in her direction.

Nightshade Academy

"Let the madness begin." Her pale thin lips curled into a smirk as the ever so familiar chime of the bells. Salem walked down the hallway, the sound of her high heels pounding against the ground echoed off the walls of the empty hall ways. Slowly, she entered the student council room dead silent, her face emotionless. Goosebumps rose on her soft white skin as she stood in front of a large arched window that looked out onto the grounds of the school. "It's quiet." She spoke softly, placing her hand against the cool glass. Salem cracked a smile at the silence. That meant one thing, they were hiding.