Salem Academy of Magical Edification

It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 01:19:31 GMT

Characters: Hunter & Gray.
Setting: Wednesday night, March 17th. Various locations in Salem, before getting back to campus just on time! ~~Maybe.~~
Content: With these two? I can't really say, but I'm gunna say possibly NSFW.
Summary: Hunter and Gray have decided to spend an exciting Saint Patrick's day adventure together. Even though Hunter should really be spending the time practicing for the upcoming game.. nature [and liquor] calls.

Although she had lectured her team endless throughout the week about the importance of putting personal training in front of personal desires, Hunter knew that Wednesday night was something she couldn't miss. It was just too good to pass up. Besides, they had run a mean week, and she would just run off all of the nights bad habits during the next afternoon. They still had the Thursday practice before the game, and with that in mind, she decided to take one night of indulgence to herself. As far as she was concerned, St Pat's was one of the best holidays of the year, sometimes even better than Christmas! Mainly because she could get drunk, and didn't have to spend it with her family members, really.

It didn't even take more than a forty second conversation to get Gray to accompany her, which was no shock. She would expect no less from her mostly-boyfriend. It actually took longer to tear apart her side of the dormitory and decide on her appropriate outfit for the holiday than it did to get him to come along. She had also been lucky enough to go through some house connections and procure some other green treats for the special night. She had rolled up four joints in total, a little fat, and tucked away into the small clutch she was bringing with. The remainder lay in a small baggie, tucked into the pocket of her jacket, which she pulled on as she was heading out of the room, taking her keys with her.

She hoped no one was in the common room, really not wanting to get caught escaping to play when she had spent the week drilling the team into exhaustion. She was lucky enough that, at the moment, no team members were there at least. She did wave to the few students there though, and made her way out the doors quickly, rushing over to the student parking lot. She had asked Gray to meet her at her truck, and she leaned against the outside of said truck when she reached it, waiting for him. She pulled one joint from the clutch in her hands, and lit it up, before putting the lighter again, and exhaling slowly.

It was going to be a good night.

Even if she was kind of iffy on leaving the truck in town and taking their cab back to campus. If her father found out that she had left the truck unattended and off of school grounds, she'd probably be strangled. It was only on loan to her, after all, and she was constantly reminded that it's presence at Salem was a privilege, and privileges could be revoked in a heartbeat. Hopefully no St Pat's pranksters would do anything to it.. or worse yet, no police would ticket it or boot it or anything. She'd hate to be explaining that one.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 00:45:58 GMT

Characters: Ally Rae and Oscar
Setting: Wednesday night, after dinner
Rating: PG-13!
Summary: Oscar just finished teaching Ally to play Left 4 Dead, and now they hang out! Exciting things happen!

Ally could only take so long of being horrified every time a Hunter tackled her, or a Spitter left a huge pile of goo. She'd gotten better, she thought, in the few hours that Oscar had been teaching her to play. And of course, she was upset every time Ellis died. By the time that they had finished Hard Rain, Ally's hat had been thrown at the TV at least twice, and she was mumbling about her seething hatred for all things witch-like.

The moment that they managed to get back up onto the boat and the victory music played, Ally flung herself back on the couch and huffed. "Holy crap...this game is seriously intense, Oz," she groaned, and looked over at her friend with pouty eyes. "We've been inside like...forever," she added, her leg bouncing slightly, "can we like...take a break or somethin'? This isn't like intense trainin' action or anything is it?"

She remembered what it was like to train for the Quodpot team, and how hard Eddie drove all of them when it was time to get ready for games. She was almost glad to be off the team, but at the same time found herself missing the practices at six in the morning. Now she only got up to run, or to terrorize her room mate. Which of course, always had its perks.

"It's Saint Patty's Day y'know. We couuuld...vandalize the other dorms and make 'em green? I mean...it's definitely an Irish holiday...but it's also kinda a Bishop one, too, right?" she asked as she leaned back and decided to use Oz's lap as a foot rest.

Spring Fling Concert

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 16:18:02 GMT

Characters: Anyone attending Spring Fling. Please try to tag your characters' names when you comment.
Setting: The auditorium, Saturday the 20th
Content: Worksafe, please. There's staff - and parents - everywhere
Summary: The annual Spring Fling concert has a surprise guest performer. The school and, choir and dance troupe all perform as well.

Mr. Peyton ran a very tight ship. he allowed for creative freedom with music, but at the same time, he had every detail of tonight's show under control. It started precisely at 7:00 PM, not even a minute late. The school band opened, performers dressed in black a white. They played several songs, some from muggle culture, some from wizarding, with a level of skill that showed plenty of practice. The choir followed, lending their own blend of magical and mundane songs to the concert.

A brief intermission followed, where murmurs of students and parents alike, already commenting as to the success of the concert while it was still only half over. Those who didn't have to perform again rejoined the crowd, while other who hadn't yet slipped into costume and headed backstage to get ready.

The dance troupe performed after intermission, their musical stylings cleverly blending dance with magical special effects. Their performance was well received but it was clear people were still curious about the guest who name wasn't even on the program. Only after the troupe had finished did Mr Peyton come out and introduce former student and rising music star Sean Fitzgerald. Sean's opening song, These Walls, had already started being played on some radio stations, and well as his follow-up, Gentlemen. Wild shrieks of classmates and growing fan alike demanded a third, which he provided after the shocking announcement that he was returning to school. And take offers for people to do his homework, which earned a disapproving look from Mr. Peyton, among others. Sean encored with a personal favorite, Love is a Marathon, before turning the stage back over to Mr. Peyton.

The grand finale included anyone and everyone who wanted to join in a rousing rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, complete with magical special effects. The concert ended on that note, leaving people to mingle while sampling refreshments.

[OOC: putting this up way early because multi-threads take forever. Also, instead of staggering times throughout, all comments take place after the show since during is just kinda rude ;-) We're not doing time slots, since it's all taking place after the show, but feel free to still write who's involved in the thread in the subject lines]

Special Delivery for Tatum!

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 21:38:05 GMT

When Tatum gets back from classes, she'll find a box wrapped in brightly colored paper in front of her door. On it is a note that reads, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TATUM!! ♥ Lila"

Email to Tatum

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 18:09:42 GMT

To: "Tatum" [tatumdonnelly@salemacademy.edu]
From: "Jin" [jinhokyeong@salemacademy.edu]
Date: Monday, March 15th, 7:11am
Subject: OH HEY

When I gave you your gift early, I forgot to give you some sites to download emulator games. I was gonna give you links to the ones I have, but I figured why not just send you this zip file of the games I have. Enjoy, but I will be coming over to make sure you remember to go to classes!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

--Jin

[Attachment: emulatorgames.zip]

Email to Sean

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 17:48:24 GMT

To: "Sean" [seanfitz@seanfitzmusic.com]
From: "Lela [aveolelasiteti@salemacademy.edu]
Date: Monday, March 15th, 5:03pm
Subject: OMG!!!

So I totally had to wait all day to go listen, which sucked, but Sean it's really amazing. I can't even pick a favorite. I mean, obviously I love Confidence but Seven Days Without You and Young Gentleman were both awesome too. I'm really happy for you. I mean that.

Oh and the shirt was too cute. ~~Marco will so never want to see me wearing a shirt with your initials on it though~~. You guys should make a mint with tanks and baby dolls. Throw in some girlier colors too, and you're set. I'm glad it's nothing cheesy though.

So what's it been like? Making music I mean. I can't even like imagine! Tell me some stuff, and I'll tell you what's been going on with me.

Birthday time!

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 17:42:21 GMT

A large owl leaves a nice, wooden box tied with silver ribbon on the table for Tatum during lunch. The card attached is labeled on the outside with her name so there can be no mistake.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 17:39:06 GMT

The silver owl drops down, leaves the package for Lela and coos for a few moments, expecting a treat before fluttering its wings and soaring out.

The package itself is rather simple, there is a copy of Sean's CD (which he signed), a black jacket with a flourishing font with the title "This is Fitz". There is also a white ringer long sleeved shirt with "Carry on young gentlemen" written on the back near the neck, and "SF" written in the same type font as the CD jacket. It's size Extra Small, so it would fit her somewhat nicely. There is also a note:

Hey Lela,

I hope you dig the album. I'm a little over critical of it, but everyone says it's great. The t-shirt isn't much, but it's something to hand out at the few shows I've done. Shoot me an e-mail when you can, my outside email is seanfitz@seanfitzmusic.com.

Let me know what you think,

-Sean

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 09:11:21 GMT

Delivered to Tatum's room, the owl carried a small package wrapped in bright paper, complete with birthday card. The card simply reads:

Tatum,
Joyeux Anniversaire!

Inside is an assortment of trinkets.

What am I doing?

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 03:35:51 GMT

Characters: Lela and Marco
Setting: Sunday evening, at a diner in town.
Content: Worksafe. I think.
Summary: While out for dinner, Lela tells Marco she's been in contact with Sean again.

Lela was kind of a wuss. She knew that. That's part of the reason she hung out with Jac and Mari. Jac especially was good at bullying Lela into doing things that she'd probably be too much of a coward to do otherwise. Like telling Marco about her conversation with Sean yesterday. She picked at her salad, ate some of Marco's french fries, and debated how exactly to bring it up.

She smoothed down her skirt as she shifted in her seat, crossing long legs under the diner table. She never really came to places like this, but it wasn't so bad. Except for the fact that everything on the menu was way to heavy for her, so she had to settle for a salad. Marco seemed less than thrilled about that, which was why half his fries kept winding up on her plate. Still working on a conversational gambit, she speared a piece of lettuce with her fork and met his green eyes across the table. As always she fell into them briefly before she could say, "I really had a great time last night. I don't care that I practically had to walk out barefoot." And practically because he literally scooped her up rather than have her walk on the ground or put back on her shoes after dancing for hours in then. "Latin clubs are totally my new favorite thing."

Girls' Afternoon In

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 22:44:42 GMT

Characters: Dominique, Lila, and Emilie
Setting: Emilie's room, Saturday afternoon
Content: Worksafe
Summary: Dom hijacks Lila to go relieve Emilie's boredom during her house arrest.

It was decidedly rainy out. Dominique dug out her umbrella after donning her sneakers. She hadn't had any plans for the day, and upon seeing Emilie frothing at the mouth about being put on house arrest again, she decided to go visit. But not before stopping off in Osborn and kidnapping Lila and whatever snacks she had made. She was certain Lila had something pre-made and ready to snack on. She wasn't sure if the girl had plans for the day yet though.

Summoning her legendary Bishop courage, Dom stepped outside and headed over to Osborn house. She asked a resident if they knew which room Lila lived in, and was directed to the proper room. Trailing small droplets of water down the hall, Dom stopped at Lila's door an knocked. The sweet girl would probably be surprised to see her outside of classes, but hey, if they had a friend in common, however new to Dom, it was a good enough excuse in Dom's book.

Hot Mess!

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 08:13:10 GMT

Characters: Margot and Misha.
Setting: Outside Misha's room, around midnight.
Content: Hmm, cursing?
Summary: Margot goes to confront Misha after this conversation.

Misha seemed to have a particular talent for driving Margot to senseless anger. After his last comment on her journal, Margot was so livid that she was determined to make good on her threat. How dare he not only question her upbringing, but also renege on the offer to return her sketchbook! Pulling on her robe, she stormed out of the room without so much as an explanation to Lela - or remembering to lock her computer.

It took her less than two minutes to make it down the stairs to the senior floor, and soon enough she was outside of Misha and Marco's door. Her knock wasn't loud, but it was rife with impatience, the raps sharp and staccato.

Not quite like old times. [TEXTLOG]

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 07:58:08 GMT

Characters: Lela and Sean
Setting: Off-campus on Saturday morning, while she's out shopping with Ally.
Content: Worksafe
Summary: Lela gives in and texts Sean to see how he's doing. She has no idea he's coming back to school soon.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

hey u. just wanted to c how u were doing. how goes the music?

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

its good. album came out last month. doing some promo stuff. hows school?

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

srsly? whats it called, i should probably listen. schools alright. its school.

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

This is Fitz i didnt wanna do the self titled crap that was lame so i did this. ur song is on it.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

i like it! yeah self titles are lame. its like yeah i know ur name already & omg is it really?

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

my manager wntd me to do that & have some gay closeup cover where im wearing a fancy sweater. and yea it is. i wanted to make it the title trk but couldnt

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

oh ew that woulda been dum, im glad u didnt. and that's rly rly sweet sean. i have to hear what else is on it now.

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

i could send you a copy if you wanted. ill sign it and everything. you can act like a fan girl ;)

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

omg that would rock! when u get superfamous i can be all i knew him 1st! lol fangirling over someone i rly know, awesome.

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

nah ud have 2 b my merch girl. all the best artists have super cute girls selling their stuff.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

i'm totally good at tell people what they want to buy. and those girls always get the cutest outfits!

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

lol i figured ud like that. but u already wear cute outfits. if i saw u in a tank top with my face on it i dunno what id do.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

obviously, but that means i'd just get more to wear! omg i can't even picture it lol

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

i need to get better shirts for the girls. its tough coming up with stuff for them to wear that isnt just a tank version of the guy stuff.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

arent u lucky u kno a fashionista? i can help with designs, obv.

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

well i wasnt gunna ask but if u wanna i wont stop u. ha ha ill send u one of the sample shirts with the cd. the fabrics like suuuuper soft.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

awesome!! i kinda cant wait, its exciting. so im sorry i didnt text before. but i wanted to see how u were doing

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

dont sweat it. im glad u did. id be lying if i said i didnt miss talkin 2 u.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

truth is i was trying to stay mad at u and thats why i didnt text.

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

i thought u might have been mad. im glad ur not though. it wouldnt really do either of us much good...

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

i was mad for a bit but then id have made the same choice to get my break so i cant blame u.

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

well i have some free time soon. and im only in chicago. we could get together some weekend when ur off.

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

~~i dont know. marco wont~~ maybe. spring breaks coming soon but i dont know where ill be yet. shit i gotta go back to campus. talk again soon?

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

sure. ill email u or something. and let me kno when u get the cd ;)

To: Sean <617-555-4346>
From: Lela <646-555-9668>

totally. u kno how to reach me. it was nice hearing from you sean

To: Lela <646-555-9668>
From: Sean <617-555-4346>

im glad you txted me. ill talk to you soon, gorgeous.

Unlikely duo

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 05:23:04 GMT

Characters: Lela and Elijah
Setting: Thursday during a free period
Content: Worksafe
Summary: Lela and Elijah work together on a Ritual Magic project. It's an unlikely pair.

Lela didn't really mind Ritual Magic. It wasn't one of her best classes, but that was because it required more patience than she cared to give. But it was interesting at least, which was way more than she could say for Latin or History of Magic and Muggles. Their newest assignment was one of those paired-off projects, and Mrs. Blake had done her best to make sure that the pairings were unusual at best. No best friends were working together, and in fact it seemed like most people had hardly ever conversed before.

Such was the case when Lela had found herself paired off with Elijah Faulkner. She knew who he was. He played quodpot, and his father was pretty famous. He seemed pretty nice, but Lela hadn't had much opportunity to talk to him. They managed to figure out when the were both free to get started and that was today. The project focused on wards and seals, specifically on developing a protective ward. A simple lock could be opened by an Alohamora spell, so they had to discover and reproduce a ward that could keep something sealed. It meant either research, or trial and error. Or combining spells. It entailed a lot of discussion, dual decision making, and then execution. One half of the pair also needed to be able to perfom the proper charm to then unlock the ward. It was a lot of work, but it actually seemed useful, so Lela was actually looking somewhat forward to the end product.

She was in the library, somewhere she rarely ever was found, but it was a good place to meet, especially if they needed to research. She chose a table in sight of the entrance and settled down, crossing her legs under the table. She didn't expect to wait long for him to arrive; she was rarely ever early or even on time.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 04:27:04 GMT

Characters: Gray and Jac~
Setting: The Commons, just after this travesty.
Content: LANGUAGE MOST LIKELY.
Summary: Gray's head is about to explode, and he goes to meet up with Jac in the Commons.

Gray was furious, which was something that he wasn't very often. Having stepped away from the computer, and out of the Wardwell house-- he definitely felt a little calmer. It was cold and wet outside, but he'd just ~~asked~~ told Jac to come meet him to talk. He wasn't going to miss this, even if he'd only remembered to throw on a long-sleeved T-shirt before running outside.

Why did he care if people thought he was gay? Gray tried to figure this out pacing back and forth in the same spot. It didn't bother him earlier. Not when he'd found the photos from Lela's party tacked all over the campus. Not when the weird girl from lower academy asked for his autograph. Not when his friends laughed in his face. Maybe Jac was getting to him.

Yeah, she'd probably like that.

It was close to curfew now, so he idled around near the tree line, watching lingering students filter out from the quodpot field. He tried his best to keep his cigarette hidden, keeping his hand at his side when he wasn't smoking it.

There was a light nearby coming from an unknown source--GOD DAMN.

She'd charmed his tattoos to say "DON'T SLEEP WITH THIS GUY. HE HAS STDS." but he didn't know that they were glow-in-the-dark.

ATTENTION!

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 02:59:22 GMT

ATTENTION

Good evening, students. I would like to be the first to inform you that I have returned to resume my duties as headmaster of Salem Academy. I will be in my office on Monday. Until then, I appreciate everyone's well-wishes but request that I be allowed to rest until Monday morning.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 01:52:52 GMT

Characters: Ariel & Camdyn
Setting: Friday evening, Ariel’s home in Boston.
Content: SFW (Maybe some swearing…)
Summary: It’s finally Friday, and Cam makes good on his promise to dye Ariel’s hair!

Ok, so Cam had promised Ariel a while ago that he would dye her hair, but he had not had the chance to do so yet. But then today was Friday, he had nothing planned, and he was ready to spend time away from the school. After his nightmare and a certain run-in, he was ready to go somewhere and cheer up.

Cam just couldn’t help it. Ever since that night he had been in a funk. He was more tired than usual, slightly cranky and his appearance had taken on a dull, monotone color scheme. Case in point was the outfit he was currently wearing. It definitely was not his usual attire. But the make-up was there, the smile was there, so not many people would comment on it. Or, at least, not many had. Only Keegan would be able to link the fading of color to his nightmares, but he so seldom woke up while Cam had one of them. The man could sleep through a hurricane.

Cam had packed lightly, throwing pj’s into his almost ever present messenger bag, along with a few mags and the needed dye. With a goodbye to Keegan, Cam took off, heading to the pre-ordained meeting spot, ready to spend a night hanging out with Ariel, his second favorite Wardwell chick. Of course, Lela would always come first, at least with Cam. If asked why he felt so close to Lela he likely wouldn’t be able to explain it. He just felt a connection with the snobbish girl, and their friendship worked.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 19:36:44 GMT

Characters: Ally Rae and Eddie
Setting: Thursday night, around campus
Rating: NSFW!! There will inevitably suggestive themes and swearing
Summary: Ally asks Eddie to go for a walk with her and she tries to get him to open up.

Ally fully admitted that she was nervous. Her first interaction with Eddie had gone well, she thought. They were okay, and they knew that they cared about each other. But was there more than that? The way that he'd just wrapped his arms around her would have suggested that there was. He said that he needed her. And Ally definitely felt like she needed him.

God, she was terrible at relationships.

She pulled on her plaid top and made her way to the common room where she was supposed to meet him. She was first...crap. She didn't exactly know what to do, and as she thought about how she could even possibly go about telling him how she felt, she found herself curling up on the couch, staring at the fire, her fingertips twirling her hair around a single finger idly.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 06:21:37 GMT

Characters: Marianne and OPEN
Settings: Bishop common room
Content: No more than language
Summary: Marianne is relaxing after a day of classes and is bored of entertaining herself.

There's nothing like a good cup of tea. It was one of Marianne's mum's mottos, practically her mantra. From an early age Mari and her brothers had been schooled in the art of brewing a nice mug of tea the English way. These days, there was nothing Mari loved more than settling down with a cup after school was over, every day without fail she would sit in the common room with her favourite mug. It was practically the only routine she had. Today, sprawled in a cushy armchair, Mari accompanied her drink with a magazine. But, growing quickly tired of the tediousness of it, had proceeded to draw over all the model's faces in a marker she had brought home from Lela's party.

This kept her amused for a while, mostly thinking about how ridiculous Jac looked at Lela's party with the moustache and glasses, but scribbling over photos only held it's appeal for so long. Soon she was staring round the room, pouting. Where was everyone? Probably doing Quodpot shit, or homework. Maybe she should be doing homework. Mari entertained the idea for a second, before laughing it off.

There must be someone who wanted to join her.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 04:00:52 GMT

Characters: Emilie and Dominique
Setting: The Art room, after classes on thursday.
Content: Probably PG, possible language.
Summary: Emilie goes to the art room to get some painting done and Dominique shows up.

Emilie sat cross-legged on one of the tables in the art room, which was incredibly lady-like with a skirt on. She was starting another painting-- a large stretched canvas on the table in front of her, pencil in hand as she sketched out the details she'd fill in with paint later.

It was the same as most of her others, thousands of arms and bodies toppled on one another, struggling against each other; a lone girl standing apart from them in the foreground. Anyone who'd examine her art could make an obvious psychological observation about her pre-occupation with the theme but that's why she listened to music on her headphones.

Mr. Garza-Goodman didn't mind so much if she used the room. She'd taken his Art History class the year before, and she didn't leave a mess when she was done so he had nothing to complain about.

It was a good way to get away from Ariel, and if she sat in the corner--people usually left her alone.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 03:12:18 GMT

Characters: Gray, Sim and Misha
Setting: Gray & Cliff's room! Thursday, after classes.
Content:PG to PG-13 depending on language.
Summary: WARDWELL'S GOT A RAD BROMANCE.

Gray arrived a little later than usual to his room, if only for the fact that whenever he went straight back to change after class--Cliff was usually there, and he was just so god-damn unpleasant.

Not that he had to try to be late. Recently he'd taken to leaving class as early as possible and then just hanging out near the entrance of the Upper Academy until he'd catch sight of Hunter. She always made fun of him for waiting around for her-- but she never seemed unhappy to see him.

Wasn't that what mattered?

Gray smiled to himself, kicking the door shut shut behind him. He had the same routine every day, first he slid the window open for ventilation. Cliff kept complaining the room smelled like puke and while Gray didn't smell anything out of the ordinary-- it certainly helped to have a window open when you smoked. Helped keep Ms. Riley from catching him, at least. At least now it was warm enough outside to not have to bother with any warming charms. Raining, but not freezing.

He was lighting a cigarette when a loud knock sounded at the door.

"It's open," Gray yelled, trying to lean his lit cigarette out the window-- just in case.

Fox in the Hen House.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 02:15:24 GMT

Characters: Margot and Ophelia.
Setting: The girl's bathroom during school. Because it's so high school. XD
Content: SFW? Doubt there'll be any cursing.
Summary: Margot corners Ophelia and ~~asks a favor~~ threatens her into doing something.

At nearly the same time every day after lunch, Margot took a trip to the bathroom to freshen up her makeup. Usually it was just to make sure she didn't have anything stuck between her teeth or a smudge of something on her cheek. But today she needed the time to refocus herself. Things had gotten well out of hand recently - she was not going to think about Misha - and she needed to get back in control. As she reapplied her lips gloss, Margot pondered her options.

Not a moment later, the gods saw fit to provide her with an answer as the door to the girl's bathroom opened and in walked the just the girl she needed. Margot smiled into the mirror.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 23:47:23 GMT

The box was delivered by owl, and with no card. Inside the box is a handwritten note reading: Someone once told me a gamer can never have too many dice. Happy Birthday." ~Keegan

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 20:39:58 GMT

At lunch time, one of the school owls swoops into the cafeteria and drops off two boxes wrapped in bright orange paper with little lime-green space invaders charmed to blast across the surface, right in front of Jin.

salemacademy.mods@gmail.com — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 16:32:14 GMT

Medium sized blue gift bag, left in the common room, not far from Ally's present. Tissue paper of a lighter blue has been meticulously stuffed down inside, and there is a small card on top of the paper with a hastily scrawled message;

"Remember when I said I quit Think Geek? Well, I went back. Happy birthday! - Tatum"

Under the card and all of the pounds of tissue paper, lie present #1 and present #2. On the second present, there is a second small post-it style piece of paper, which simply says; "I couldn't pick between blue, green, or red potions, and they didn't sell mixed packs so.. I closed my eyes and clicked. Hope you like this kind!"