Cyren Nielsen | Hellhound
The air seemed super-charged with tension and determination. Her classmates for this block were all rather focused on their assigned tasks. The witches normal chatter and banter with the fae was non-existent. The were's were completely focused on their super strengths and shifting. What happened last night, she assumed, brought a dose of reality to many students here. Many who thought they could escape news of the fighting in this "safe haven". One of the only species that appeared to be acting normally were the banshees; not that she was surprised. Cyren was so caught up in her scrutiny of what was going on with the other groups- she nearly missed Finn's instructions. "Today you're going to form a small flame in the palm of her hand and you're going to hold it." He paused, eyes flickering over form before adding, "You may want to take the jacket off." Detecting the banter beneath his words Cyren smiled, a feral thing, before shrugging out of the jacket and letting it fall to the floor beside her. Two could absolutely play this game and as she adjusted the hem asked innocently, "Anything else?" There was a note of smugness that was unmistakable as Finn floundered for a moment trying to find a note of professionalism. "I think we'll start with just the jacket." Instead of replying Ren just held her hand out, all traces of her playful personality fleeing her face while it was replaced with something akin to deep concentration.
Almost instantaneously a fire spurted to life on her hand; though it was a weak flimsy thing. She was scared to let it develop any further. But, without her permission the flame began to spread along the palm of her hand, beginning to spill onto her pale wrists. Frustration easily began to boil in her blood before she tried to take deep, calming breaths. The past couple weeks with this class had shown her that when she got angry, flames got worse. Once her heartbeat started to settle down the fire in her palm began to recede back to a single, dancing flame in the middle of her palm. An unbidden smile touched on her lips, as Cyren was finding herself beginning to touch down on having control of the fire in her veins. Immediately she glanced up, seeking Finn's approval embedded in his gaze. To say his eyes were brown would be a terrible disservice. She supposed that yes, they were brown. And Cyren could be super boring and say that they were like chocolate, or honey, or chestnuts. But why would she do that, when they were so much more than chocolate, honey, and chestnuts. They were the rocks against the shore that destroyed ships. They were the trees bark that has protected it for hundreds of years. They were the ancient dirt that this school was built upon, and the strong whiskey in she sometimes snuck on birthday or holiday. Finn's eyes could melt you with their facade of chocolate, but then they would crush you with their under-layer of earth and soil. Yes. His eyes were brown. And they were torture. She could never have him, not really.
Cyren knew that if she wasn't careful with him- they could both get burned. Fly too close to the sun and all that crap. Once or twice over the course of the class she lost control of her flames, but had been quick to reel it back in. The more she did it, practicing with the flames the more she liked to think that it was like muscle memory. That it would get easier- though a small part of Cyren knew that she needed to figure out how to deal with the anger which had been brewing in her blood since she was a child before mastering these flames of her's. And she only had the rest of the year to do it if she wanted to graduate with Marlee. The rest of the class went as well as it ever did. A couple of times they'd make little comments to the other, which would widely be regarded as banter, though Cyren could pick up on the flirtatious undertones. Almost too soon the class was over, a light sweat beaded on her forehead; though she was quick to wipe it off with the palm of her hand. She was pretty eager however because whether she wanted to admit it or not- she was looking forward to the extra training sessions. Watching as teachers began dismissing their students, she paused, knowing that Marlee would make her way over so they could walk to lunch together. Bending down, scooping her jacket off the floor and shaking it out of dust and dirt. She was shrugging into it's warm leather when Marlee called over the din, "Hey. Sorry I wasn't in Maths or Science, but I'm surprised you didn't get a detention without me there to hold you back."
Glancing over at her, Cyren just smiled shrugging it off. Eyes the color of a clear blue sky through a broken prison wall. They were the color of a perfect raindrop on a blue aster, and shades of a river hurrying to join the great ocean spilt into the middle of her iris'. "Don't worry about it, and by the way- I am a perfectly behaved and model student." One of her classmates who'd been passing by scoffed loudly at this making both girls grin fondly at each other. As they headed out Cyren paused turning to fix Finn with that burning gaze of her's. "See you 'round." Before making her way out of the training area with Marlee. "How'd you sleep?" While she doubted that her father plagued Marlee's dreams; Cyren was nervous that her friend was still at risk, even if the Headmaster swore she wasn't. As they walked, Cyren chattered about how quickly word had broken out about the previous night, added that Greg told her it was Hamish of all people to begin spreading the gossip. They were nearly to the lunch room and the striking brunette was still complaining about the werewolf. "I just don't fucking trust him. I mean if he had been around and witnessed what went down- why didn't I scent him? I can normally pick up a scent a mile away. Hamish should of been no different, I know what rat smells like." The brunette seethed, her orbs flashing with a malice that was usually only aroused at the mention of the wolf. Where did he get off calling her a filthy hound? He was simply a mutt. "Anyway, the whole situation with him is odd- and I fully intend on keeping an eye on him."
Her announcement was spoken with a lofty tone as they entered the lunchroom, heading towards the line. Thankfully the wait for food wasn't too terribly long, and the food was decent as well. Steak tips, mashed potatoes, and green beans- a meal usually only doled out for special occasions. She had no idea that there was to be an assembly, Cyren merely assumed that they were trying to appease the kids. Sitting down, she had wolfed down half her meal when Marlee asked if she wanted to hang out in the new room after their dinner. Apologetically she swallowed the chunk of meat she'd been practically inhaling, and shook her head. "I have a class after this. Extra abilities class so I can graduate on time. But after that I'm free if you wanna marathon Daredevil or something. Maybe you can get a move on with your math and science class. Daniel would totally be down to help you." Cyren suggested, wraggling her eyebrows. The girl hadn't exactly kept it a secret she absolutely adored the idea of Daniel and Marlee as an item. They were too cute in her opinion, plus Danny boy treated Marlee with respect and like the equal she was to him. Her grin only widened at Marlee's blush; though before she could comment she was aware of the doors banging open, and the Headmaster strolling in. A couple teachers were behind him, among them she noted Daniel who looked stone-faced. A silence befell the dining hall as the headmaster made his way to the small stage that was used for addressing students at the front of the room.
"There have been many rumors about what has happened last night. About what this means for the school and if any of you are in danger. I will begin by saying that last night, A fae made an advancement against the school using forbidden magic of controlling one's mind. The victimized student was forced against her will to open the gate. However, thankfully to the quick thinking of student and staff the threat was neutralized. The spell remains broken as myself and the other magically gifted professors of this school are threading up a far more powerful spell. But there is constant guards near the gates and patrolling the grounds. If you have any fears at all about what this means for the future please feel free to seek one of them out. Now for the other business-" He seemed to be able to talk calmly and factually without naming names. However, just hearing the recanting of what happened made Cyren's blood boil with anger at Marlee's father. Anger at herself for not acting quicker. Smoke began to waft from her fingertips and suddenly her appetite was lost. Scowling down at her food she nudged Marlee. "Hey, I honestly cannot sit through another lecture about what happened last night. I'm going to head to training but I'll come find you when you're done and we can watch movies and stuff." She promised in a quiet tone. Once her friend was made aware that she was leaving, Cyren stood and ignoring the stares all but fled the room. She was quick to duck out a side door, exiting through the staff's dining room which was empty into the equally untenanted hallways.
Her footsteps were silent as she traced her way back to the training area, her stomach twisting in knots of anticipation and dread. How horrible would it be to be so close yet so far from the professor whom had caught her attention like a butterfly in the corner of a child's vision. And how tenacious of Cyren to assume that there was something beneath that banter they shared, that even with all he had given her already- friendship and guidance that she still wanted more from Finn. Oh, but to feel the thrill of simply being together, in such a private setting made her skin shudder. Cyren had assumed that Finn would be at the assembly, and her assumptions appeared to be correct as she entered the gym, finding herself to be the only one there. "Alright Nielsen. No distractions." She muttered to herself, shedding her jacket off to toss it aside in a corner it wouldn't get trampled. In the time she had to herself, the hellhound worked on her own. Trying to hold a flame on the tip of each finger- though it wasn't going so great. Cyren was so wrapped up in her work, that she had hardly noticed as the door opened- though flinched when they slammed shut, the fire dying on her fingers. Strolling in casually, she let her gaze wander over Finn and a lazy smile touched her generously curved lips. "Alright Professor, what's on the agenda for today?" She tried to sound casual, sweet even though there was an underlying tension to her words. God she hoped that this went well, that she wouldn't make an ass of herself on their first day training.
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Daniel Roberts | Vampire
He had been relieved to see Marlee looking well during the abilities class, and looking a lot more applied to the class than she normally did. A couple times he'd caught her gaze out of the corner of his eyes; though he wanted to return it forced himself to remain focused on his students. They needed him, he could feel their fear like a chilling rain falling about their heads. And they needed to know how to protect themselves against any threat that may face the school. The class seemed never-ending. He, joining in with the groups to demonstrate the best way to throw a punch, to break a bone and in what places joints snapped easily. By the end of the class, to say he was sore was an understatement. It had been awhile since the vampires had a class that grueling; but perhaps it was what his pupils needed. After the bell rang, alerting everyone it was dinner time, he noted his vampires were more mellowed and relaxed than they normally were. Perhaps sparring classes would be a more regular thing if it helped keep their tempers in check. Overall it had been a great training day for everyone. Marlee got more accomplished than he'd seen in a long time- like the motivation was back to master her fae magic. Cyren hadn't lost epic control of her flames, which was a small improvement and his delicate ears picked up that she and Finn had a one-to-one training session after dinner.
God he hoped those two would be careful. He could see how they were drawn to one another the way birds were drawn to certain migration patterns. Like that Cyren could see Finn as being home, her path to home anyway. It mad the vampire a little worried for the Hellhound, which was natural. He saw her like a younger sister and it would be remiss to see a fallout because something had happened between the two and Finn got fired. But there was also a sympathy that doted in his blood. If what he was witnessing between the two were correct, and Finn did have a soft spot for the hellhound, they were in the same boat. Desiring something that society would frown upon. Pinching the bridge of his nose, and exhaling loudly the professor turned back to his kids with an easy going smile. "Alright, you guys did good. Hit the lunchroom and I will see you all tomorrow." Daniel bid them, heading out after letting them go first. He was going to check in with Marlee, though had noted she was going to Cyren and since the hellhound hadn't seen the fairy all day- Daniel just headed out with Callum. The older vampire was quiet, troubled, and distance on their walk his thin wavering lips pressed into a thin line. "Daniel, this isn't over you know? Whatever happened last night was merely a prequel to what is to come. I'm worried for the children."
If there was anything he knew about Callum it was that he was a soft-hearted male. Smiling, clasping the blonde on the back he just shrugged it off. "Well, if something big is coming I'm sure the headmaster has a plan to get these kids to safety." The vampire just made a noncommittal humming noise in the back of his throat as they headed to their staff room; waiting for the headmaster to come in and let them know that his little speech was beginning. When Daniel first turned- the thought of blood disgusted him. Partially why his first bloodlust had been so bad. Daniel had starved himself of blood for the first three two months of his existence; so when he did take blood he hadn't been able to stop. This memory brushed across his mind like a gentle spring breeze, dry of any real emotional response though. Things in the staff room were going well. He had made himself dinner of three bloodbags and coffee, nearly done with second bag when the door opened and the Headmaster stuck his wispy blonde head in. "We're starting." He announced, an open invitation in his words. Nodding, getting to his feet and hurriedly knocking back the last blood bag and letting his teeth run over his fangs, Dan was quick to join the fae and a few other professors as they made their solemn way to the cafeteria where students were eating their dinner. As the doors opened and the small group of staff accompanied the headmaster to the stage, he caught Cyren and Marlee exchanging dubious glances at each other. If either noticed him they made no acknowledgement.
The air was silent with tension that was felt in his bones as the headmaster cleared his throat before beginning his speech. "There have been many rumors about what has happened last night. About what this means for the school and if any of you are in danger. I will begin by saying that last night, A fae made an advancement against the school using forbidden magic of controlling one's mind. The victimized student was forced against her will to open the gate. However, thankfully to the quick thinking of student and staff the threat was neutralized. The spell remains broken as myself and the other magically gifted professors of this school are threading up a far more powerful spell. But there is constant guards near the gates and patrolling the grounds. If you have any fears at all about what this means for the future please feel free to seek one of them out. Now for the other business-" His voice rung clear and high in the large dining room while students leaned forward breaths caught in their throats. For the most part. Cyren wasn't in the mood to listen to this apparently as she abruptly got to her feet muttering something to Marlee before disappearing out of the side door which led to the professor's dining room and the hallway. If anyone else noticed, no one stopped her. The headmaster carried on with his speech; sounding formal and sober. "We are a community. Here is a safe haven for all who come through our doors."
A ripple of agreement broke out through the students at this. "We have faced darker days. We as a community will survive. We will protect our own. Last night was not a foretelling of danger to come in later days. We must keep our heads, go about our work, and refuse to succumb to the shadow of fear that the Rebellion is trying to instill. We are a place of learning and will continue to be so. That is all, thank you for your time." With that the fairy was stepping down from the stage, dipping his head before hurrying out of the dining room and probably back to his office. A buzz had broken out among the students and Daniel would admit that the headmaster knew all the right things to say to get a crowd fired up. His gaze however was caught on Marlee, sitting alone. With a confidence he didn't entirely feel, Daniel made his way to her; sitting in the seat Cyren had vacated and fixing her with a small smile. "Hell of a speech. Pity it had to be said though." Listening to her sweet words, the male found himself almost lost in her tone. For a moment all he could see were her lips, soft and oh so kissable. Though shaking himself out of it he gestured to her plate of food. "If you need help with any work you missed let me know. I'll be more than happy to try to help you." While math wasn't his greatest subject, Daniel would try to capture the moon for her if Marlee so asked.
The air seemed super-charged with tension and determination. Her classmates for this block were all rather focused on their assigned tasks. The witches normal chatter and banter with the fae was non-existent. The were's were completely focused on their super strengths and shifting. What happened last night, she assumed, brought a dose of reality to many students here. Many who thought they could escape news of the fighting in this "safe haven". One of the only species that appeared to be acting normally were the banshees; not that she was surprised. Cyren was so caught up in her scrutiny of what was going on with the other groups- she nearly missed Finn's instructions. "Today you're going to form a small flame in the palm of her hand and you're going to hold it." He paused, eyes flickering over form before adding, "You may want to take the jacket off." Detecting the banter beneath his words Cyren smiled, a feral thing, before shrugging out of the jacket and letting it fall to the floor beside her. Two could absolutely play this game and as she adjusted the hem asked innocently, "Anything else?" There was a note of smugness that was unmistakable as Finn floundered for a moment trying to find a note of professionalism. "I think we'll start with just the jacket." Instead of replying Ren just held her hand out, all traces of her playful personality fleeing her face while it was replaced with something akin to deep concentration.
Almost instantaneously a fire spurted to life on her hand; though it was a weak flimsy thing. She was scared to let it develop any further. But, without her permission the flame began to spread along the palm of her hand, beginning to spill onto her pale wrists. Frustration easily began to boil in her blood before she tried to take deep, calming breaths. The past couple weeks with this class had shown her that when she got angry, flames got worse. Once her heartbeat started to settle down the fire in her palm began to recede back to a single, dancing flame in the middle of her palm. An unbidden smile touched on her lips, as Cyren was finding herself beginning to touch down on having control of the fire in her veins. Immediately she glanced up, seeking Finn's approval embedded in his gaze. To say his eyes were brown would be a terrible disservice. She supposed that yes, they were brown. And Cyren could be super boring and say that they were like chocolate, or honey, or chestnuts. But why would she do that, when they were so much more than chocolate, honey, and chestnuts. They were the rocks against the shore that destroyed ships. They were the trees bark that has protected it for hundreds of years. They were the ancient dirt that this school was built upon, and the strong whiskey in she sometimes snuck on birthday or holiday. Finn's eyes could melt you with their facade of chocolate, but then they would crush you with their under-layer of earth and soil. Yes. His eyes were brown. And they were torture. She could never have him, not really.
Cyren knew that if she wasn't careful with him- they could both get burned. Fly too close to the sun and all that crap. Once or twice over the course of the class she lost control of her flames, but had been quick to reel it back in. The more she did it, practicing with the flames the more she liked to think that it was like muscle memory. That it would get easier- though a small part of Cyren knew that she needed to figure out how to deal with the anger which had been brewing in her blood since she was a child before mastering these flames of her's. And she only had the rest of the year to do it if she wanted to graduate with Marlee. The rest of the class went as well as it ever did. A couple of times they'd make little comments to the other, which would widely be regarded as banter, though Cyren could pick up on the flirtatious undertones. Almost too soon the class was over, a light sweat beaded on her forehead; though she was quick to wipe it off with the palm of her hand. She was pretty eager however because whether she wanted to admit it or not- she was looking forward to the extra training sessions. Watching as teachers began dismissing their students, she paused, knowing that Marlee would make her way over so they could walk to lunch together. Bending down, scooping her jacket off the floor and shaking it out of dust and dirt. She was shrugging into it's warm leather when Marlee called over the din, "Hey. Sorry I wasn't in Maths or Science, but I'm surprised you didn't get a detention without me there to hold you back."
Glancing over at her, Cyren just smiled shrugging it off. Eyes the color of a clear blue sky through a broken prison wall. They were the color of a perfect raindrop on a blue aster, and shades of a river hurrying to join the great ocean spilt into the middle of her iris'. "Don't worry about it, and by the way- I am a perfectly behaved and model student." One of her classmates who'd been passing by scoffed loudly at this making both girls grin fondly at each other. As they headed out Cyren paused turning to fix Finn with that burning gaze of her's. "See you 'round." Before making her way out of the training area with Marlee. "How'd you sleep?" While she doubted that her father plagued Marlee's dreams; Cyren was nervous that her friend was still at risk, even if the Headmaster swore she wasn't. As they walked, Cyren chattered about how quickly word had broken out about the previous night, added that Greg told her it was Hamish of all people to begin spreading the gossip. They were nearly to the lunch room and the striking brunette was still complaining about the werewolf. "I just don't fucking trust him. I mean if he had been around and witnessed what went down- why didn't I scent him? I can normally pick up a scent a mile away. Hamish should of been no different, I know what rat smells like." The brunette seethed, her orbs flashing with a malice that was usually only aroused at the mention of the wolf. Where did he get off calling her a filthy hound? He was simply a mutt. "Anyway, the whole situation with him is odd- and I fully intend on keeping an eye on him."
Her announcement was spoken with a lofty tone as they entered the lunchroom, heading towards the line. Thankfully the wait for food wasn't too terribly long, and the food was decent as well. Steak tips, mashed potatoes, and green beans- a meal usually only doled out for special occasions. She had no idea that there was to be an assembly, Cyren merely assumed that they were trying to appease the kids. Sitting down, she had wolfed down half her meal when Marlee asked if she wanted to hang out in the new room after their dinner. Apologetically she swallowed the chunk of meat she'd been practically inhaling, and shook her head. "I have a class after this. Extra abilities class so I can graduate on time. But after that I'm free if you wanna marathon Daredevil or something. Maybe you can get a move on with your math and science class. Daniel would totally be down to help you." Cyren suggested, wraggling her eyebrows. The girl hadn't exactly kept it a secret she absolutely adored the idea of Daniel and Marlee as an item. They were too cute in her opinion, plus Danny boy treated Marlee with respect and like the equal she was to him. Her grin only widened at Marlee's blush; though before she could comment she was aware of the doors banging open, and the Headmaster strolling in. A couple teachers were behind him, among them she noted Daniel who looked stone-faced. A silence befell the dining hall as the headmaster made his way to the small stage that was used for addressing students at the front of the room.
"There have been many rumors about what has happened last night. About what this means for the school and if any of you are in danger. I will begin by saying that last night, A fae made an advancement against the school using forbidden magic of controlling one's mind. The victimized student was forced against her will to open the gate. However, thankfully to the quick thinking of student and staff the threat was neutralized. The spell remains broken as myself and the other magically gifted professors of this school are threading up a far more powerful spell. But there is constant guards near the gates and patrolling the grounds. If you have any fears at all about what this means for the future please feel free to seek one of them out. Now for the other business-" He seemed to be able to talk calmly and factually without naming names. However, just hearing the recanting of what happened made Cyren's blood boil with anger at Marlee's father. Anger at herself for not acting quicker. Smoke began to waft from her fingertips and suddenly her appetite was lost. Scowling down at her food she nudged Marlee. "Hey, I honestly cannot sit through another lecture about what happened last night. I'm going to head to training but I'll come find you when you're done and we can watch movies and stuff." She promised in a quiet tone. Once her friend was made aware that she was leaving, Cyren stood and ignoring the stares all but fled the room. She was quick to duck out a side door, exiting through the staff's dining room which was empty into the equally untenanted hallways.
Her footsteps were silent as she traced her way back to the training area, her stomach twisting in knots of anticipation and dread. How horrible would it be to be so close yet so far from the professor whom had caught her attention like a butterfly in the corner of a child's vision. And how tenacious of Cyren to assume that there was something beneath that banter they shared, that even with all he had given her already- friendship and guidance that she still wanted more from Finn. Oh, but to feel the thrill of simply being together, in such a private setting made her skin shudder. Cyren had assumed that Finn would be at the assembly, and her assumptions appeared to be correct as she entered the gym, finding herself to be the only one there. "Alright Nielsen. No distractions." She muttered to herself, shedding her jacket off to toss it aside in a corner it wouldn't get trampled. In the time she had to herself, the hellhound worked on her own. Trying to hold a flame on the tip of each finger- though it wasn't going so great. Cyren was so wrapped up in her work, that she had hardly noticed as the door opened- though flinched when they slammed shut, the fire dying on her fingers. Strolling in casually, she let her gaze wander over Finn and a lazy smile touched her generously curved lips. "Alright Professor, what's on the agenda for today?" She tried to sound casual, sweet even though there was an underlying tension to her words. God she hoped that this went well, that she wouldn't make an ass of herself on their first day training.
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Daniel Roberts | Vampire
He had been relieved to see Marlee looking well during the abilities class, and looking a lot more applied to the class than she normally did. A couple times he'd caught her gaze out of the corner of his eyes; though he wanted to return it forced himself to remain focused on his students. They needed him, he could feel their fear like a chilling rain falling about their heads. And they needed to know how to protect themselves against any threat that may face the school. The class seemed never-ending. He, joining in with the groups to demonstrate the best way to throw a punch, to break a bone and in what places joints snapped easily. By the end of the class, to say he was sore was an understatement. It had been awhile since the vampires had a class that grueling; but perhaps it was what his pupils needed. After the bell rang, alerting everyone it was dinner time, he noted his vampires were more mellowed and relaxed than they normally were. Perhaps sparring classes would be a more regular thing if it helped keep their tempers in check. Overall it had been a great training day for everyone. Marlee got more accomplished than he'd seen in a long time- like the motivation was back to master her fae magic. Cyren hadn't lost epic control of her flames, which was a small improvement and his delicate ears picked up that she and Finn had a one-to-one training session after dinner.
God he hoped those two would be careful. He could see how they were drawn to one another the way birds were drawn to certain migration patterns. Like that Cyren could see Finn as being home, her path to home anyway. It mad the vampire a little worried for the Hellhound, which was natural. He saw her like a younger sister and it would be remiss to see a fallout because something had happened between the two and Finn got fired. But there was also a sympathy that doted in his blood. If what he was witnessing between the two were correct, and Finn did have a soft spot for the hellhound, they were in the same boat. Desiring something that society would frown upon. Pinching the bridge of his nose, and exhaling loudly the professor turned back to his kids with an easy going smile. "Alright, you guys did good. Hit the lunchroom and I will see you all tomorrow." Daniel bid them, heading out after letting them go first. He was going to check in with Marlee, though had noted she was going to Cyren and since the hellhound hadn't seen the fairy all day- Daniel just headed out with Callum. The older vampire was quiet, troubled, and distance on their walk his thin wavering lips pressed into a thin line. "Daniel, this isn't over you know? Whatever happened last night was merely a prequel to what is to come. I'm worried for the children."
If there was anything he knew about Callum it was that he was a soft-hearted male. Smiling, clasping the blonde on the back he just shrugged it off. "Well, if something big is coming I'm sure the headmaster has a plan to get these kids to safety." The vampire just made a noncommittal humming noise in the back of his throat as they headed to their staff room; waiting for the headmaster to come in and let them know that his little speech was beginning. When Daniel first turned- the thought of blood disgusted him. Partially why his first bloodlust had been so bad. Daniel had starved himself of blood for the first three two months of his existence; so when he did take blood he hadn't been able to stop. This memory brushed across his mind like a gentle spring breeze, dry of any real emotional response though. Things in the staff room were going well. He had made himself dinner of three bloodbags and coffee, nearly done with second bag when the door opened and the Headmaster stuck his wispy blonde head in. "We're starting." He announced, an open invitation in his words. Nodding, getting to his feet and hurriedly knocking back the last blood bag and letting his teeth run over his fangs, Dan was quick to join the fae and a few other professors as they made their solemn way to the cafeteria where students were eating their dinner. As the doors opened and the small group of staff accompanied the headmaster to the stage, he caught Cyren and Marlee exchanging dubious glances at each other. If either noticed him they made no acknowledgement.
The air was silent with tension that was felt in his bones as the headmaster cleared his throat before beginning his speech. "There have been many rumors about what has happened last night. About what this means for the school and if any of you are in danger. I will begin by saying that last night, A fae made an advancement against the school using forbidden magic of controlling one's mind. The victimized student was forced against her will to open the gate. However, thankfully to the quick thinking of student and staff the threat was neutralized. The spell remains broken as myself and the other magically gifted professors of this school are threading up a far more powerful spell. But there is constant guards near the gates and patrolling the grounds. If you have any fears at all about what this means for the future please feel free to seek one of them out. Now for the other business-" His voice rung clear and high in the large dining room while students leaned forward breaths caught in their throats. For the most part. Cyren wasn't in the mood to listen to this apparently as she abruptly got to her feet muttering something to Marlee before disappearing out of the side door which led to the professor's dining room and the hallway. If anyone else noticed, no one stopped her. The headmaster carried on with his speech; sounding formal and sober. "We are a community. Here is a safe haven for all who come through our doors."
A ripple of agreement broke out through the students at this. "We have faced darker days. We as a community will survive. We will protect our own. Last night was not a foretelling of danger to come in later days. We must keep our heads, go about our work, and refuse to succumb to the shadow of fear that the Rebellion is trying to instill. We are a place of learning and will continue to be so. That is all, thank you for your time." With that the fairy was stepping down from the stage, dipping his head before hurrying out of the dining room and probably back to his office. A buzz had broken out among the students and Daniel would admit that the headmaster knew all the right things to say to get a crowd fired up. His gaze however was caught on Marlee, sitting alone. With a confidence he didn't entirely feel, Daniel made his way to her; sitting in the seat Cyren had vacated and fixing her with a small smile. "Hell of a speech. Pity it had to be said though." Listening to her sweet words, the male found himself almost lost in her tone. For a moment all he could see were her lips, soft and oh so kissable. Though shaking himself out of it he gestured to her plate of food. "If you need help with any work you missed let me know. I'll be more than happy to try to help you." While math wasn't his greatest subject, Daniel would try to capture the moon for her if Marlee so asked.
November 29th, 2015 at 10:10am