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 Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 2:20 pm
Go to your dorms. There may not be a dorm master, but Gale will definently mess with you if he thinks you are messing around. Four to a dorm.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 2:55 pm
  Nathanael put his bags down on one of the four beds in the dorm room. It was really nice. The beds were covered with deep purple sheets and had two big, soft pillows. There was only one window with think velvet curtains to match the sheets. A big one to let light engulf the whole room. There were also four wardrobes, one for each student in the room. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
The read headed boy sat down on the bed closest to the window. He silently looked around in the room. He smiled slightly, mostly for himself. "It's really pretty" he said out loud. Nathanael got the feeling that he would like it here, even if it was quite far from home. At home, he was always alone. Even though there were maids and butlers in the house, he was alone. No one cared to have a conversation with him. Here he would be able to socialize with people and not sit alone and play on his violin everyday.
Nathanael pulled his fingers through his almost blood red hair and undid the loose braid. The long hair reached down all the way to his behind when he was standing, but since he was sitting down, the hair landed softly on the bed. He had been saving his hair for a long time. Had never liked to have short hair. He looked a bit girly with his hair down when he was seen from behind, but he didn't really care. Nathanael mostly put his hair in a loose braid or in a messy bun on his head, which his did just now before starting to unpack his bags a bit. Put a few notebooks with music sheets on the bed beside his black violin case.
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June Silver Uchiha Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:14 pm
 Jüñέ ☼☼☼ Sì|ⓥзŕ June stood in front of her door. She couldn't help but smile. She got a dorm that wasn't on the end of the hallway. The door across from her was pretty. June's door was a nice dark wood door, though. Her favorite. It had a peeking hole that worked one way, so that those on the outside can't look in. There wasn't a window. June couldn't look out to the hall, but no one could break in. June shrugged with a grin. She could use magic to make the wall transparent from one way. She could look out, but no one could look in. June looked at her key. It glowed brightly as it got close to the door. June's cat ears flattened as she got tempted to take a first look before Alice caught up. June had used magic to teleport her to the dorm area, so Alice was at a slight disadvantage. She could fly.
June questioned whether she could make copies of the key, and if so, whether she should. June looked up, surprised, when she heard a violin case softly dropped onto a bed. June stepped back and tilted her head to see an open door next to her door. Close roommates! June heard the boy talk, and realized the french girl would be there soon. June could conjure a window or door between the wall so the four could talk. Two per room. Double space for both parties. June closed her hand that held the key. Alice would be here soon, and June could tell her the good news.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:46 am
Alexandrine Dereia Stand in the rain, stand your ground, stand up when its all crashing down.♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ⇔ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪
Alexandrine opened the door and walked in after Nathanael. Instead of immediatly unpacking and then relaxing, she tossed her bags on her bag and sat at the windowsill, so her back and legs were straight along the lines. She coughed once to clear her voice and began singing in French. As she began to sing, her eyes gained a hazy look as she pulled a letter from her pocket. Her pink, flowy hair turned black and white, before settling into a night black. Her eyes had lost their normal blue hue and had turned to a piercing emerald green. She pulled a blanket around her shoulders and repeated the song, almost like a mantra. A spirit, almost like a banshee appeared, looking the transformed, dark side of Alexandrine in the eyes. The french girl leaned forward, holding the letter, pressed it into the banshee's palms, folding the fingers over the letter, before whispering the recipient into the banshee's ear. The spirit nodded and left.
Alexandrine shivered, pulling the blanket closer around her shoulders as her hair faded into pink and her eyes into blue. She pulled a lighter from her backpack and tore a single hair out from her head. Opening the window, she flicked on the lighter, letting the hair burn as the ashes fell into the flowerbeds. She sighed and pulled the window shut, trying not to look at Nathanael as he unpacked, afraid of what he might think. "I'm a nercomancer." That was all she said before the girl went to unpack her bags on her bed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:36 am
Nathanael followed Alexandrine with his eyes as she tossed her bags on her bed and made her way to the window and sat down windowsill. Then, when she started to sing, he tilted his head to the right. He had no idea what she was singing, but it sounded beautiful. He also noticed some changes in her appearance. Her hair and her eyes changed. At first, Nathanael was a bit freaked out but he soon found it interesting. He had stopped unpacking and just looked at the girl. A banshee like spirit appeared before the girl and she put a letter in its hands and then it left. Nathanael blinked a few times. What had he just seen?
Alexandrine had opened the window and burned a single hair before shutting the window again. She told him that she was a necromancer but wasn't looking at him. Nathanael held his violin case and his music sheets. He had been doing so for a while now. He just smiled at Alexandrine. "I thought you were something like that" he said before putting the music sheets in a drawer. He opened the violin case and took the black violin out the checked it to see if it was broken or anything from the trip to the school. "I myself am just a simple wizard" he continued with a crooked smile. "Not much of a show off." He continued to inspect his violin without looking at the French girl. "And you are a very good singer. But I bet you know that already" he said and put the violin aside. It was a very precious belonging. Special made for him on his 15th birthday.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 3:15 pm
Alexandrine Dereia Stand in the rain, stand your ground, stand up when its all crashing down.
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Clothes were unpacked and tucked into her bag as Alexandrine began to sitaute herself in her new bed. A finger was drawn across her sheets, searching for a match in a designer she had seen. Several came up, but none were a match. Meh, it was probably a collaboration work. The girl sighed, and finished unpacking. She had only brought half of her stuff with her on the trip, she could only carry her suitcase and backpack, and Alexandrine refused to have anyone else help her. She exhaled slightly as Nathanael began to talk. He didn't appear to be nervous or angry, so that was fine. "A wizard? That is enteresting." Alexandrine spun on the heel of her shoes to face him. She saw him with his violin and her curiosity perked up. "Do you play the violin? Maybe we could do a duet sometime?" Alexandrine was only half-kidding.
Suddenly, she felt a pang in her heart. Dark Alexandrine was fighting for domination, as she always did after they had summoned a spirit. These pangs were usually accompanied by rants, or when there was no one ideal to rant to, plain screaming or destroying things. She had to get it out verbally or physically. "Necromancers, we are somewhat God's unholy angels on earth. When an angel summons spirits to help them, they are usually from heaven, or otherwise souls in Purgatory. When a necromancer summons a spirit, they are from Hell. When a necromancer summons a spirit and tells them their duty, it is customary for them to burn a hair for the soul of said spirit, recommending them and bringing them one step closer from Hell to Heaven. An angel only grants favour, a higher ranking among spirits in heaven. A necromancer grants clemency. Unfortunately, we are the bearers of the ultimate irony. The penalty we recieve when we die... Hell. Hell for saving spirits. There are some of us, necromancers I mean, who do not care for this punishment and continually raise spirits to Purgatory for their services, regardless of the penalty. I am one of them. I am in no hurry to die Nathanael. Unlike most, I know where my spirit goes when I die." She picked up a drawing from the bottom of her bag and tossed it to him. If he chose to unfold it, a horrible sight would meet his eyes. Alexandrine had drawn a talented, detailed, horrible version of Hell. "I am sorry, I was ranting.. Its better destroying the room." {{Idea of this version of necromancers is credited to Angelica-chan, my dear friend.}}
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 3:42 pm
Nathanael soon finished unpacking his belongings. Clothes were put in the right place and other important things were put where they belonged. It felt like he had brought half his home with him, but it was barely half of it. Alexandrine asked if he played the violin and said something about a duet. Nathanael smiled. "I've been playing for six years now" he said, looking at his violin. "It would be lovely to have someone to play it together with." No one at his house had time to listen to him playing any more, but he kept on playing. He even wrote his own music from time to time. Notes were easier to understand than letters and words, so he never put lyrics to his music. His dyslexia stopped him from writing lyrics even if he wanted to.
Suddenly, Alexandrine started to talk. A lot. She talked about necromancers and what they do and what happens. Nathanael just stood by the end of his been looking a bit confused, and maybe slightly scared. Why in the world was she rambling on about this all of sudden? But he didn't interrupt her. It was only when she tossed a drawing to him that he let his eyes look at something else than the girl. "No one wants to die, Alexandrine.." he said as he grabbed the piece of paper. He unfolded the paper carefully. What he saw was a horrible, morbid and disturbing picture that looked something like Hell. Darkness, endless depth and fires. People burning and being tortured. Chained to walls, bloody and depressed.
Nathanael said nothing for a while. He just quietly folded the paper again and put it down. What he had seen could not be unseen. It was horrible. No place for a single soul to reside. Definitely not a girl like Alexandrine. He looked at the girl. She said she was sorry for ranting on about those things. Said it was better to destroy the room. "Don't apologize. Just keep on talking as much as you want if it makes you feel better" he said, trying to comfort a girl he had known for not more than an hour.
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