Combining Written and Spoken Magic - Bonding Bloody, the normally-isolated she-demon who roomed in the Blood Dormitory, was for once not alone as she adjourned through the mostly-empty corridors leading to her dorm room. True, the demoness was known to occasionally hang out with one or two students willingly, but she hadn't seen one of them--her closest friend--in quite awhile. The other was a classmate, and she really only spent time with them when collaborating on Magical Linguistics assignments. Anyone else whom she found herself bumping into outside of class was more often than not someone who annoyed her or someone who just wanted to mess with her and create frustration.
Right now, however, she was accompanied by someone willingly, and was taking them to her dorm. It wasn't a fellow student, though, nor was it a member of the academy's staff or even a visitor--not that she would ever receive a visitor considering her less than impressive lack of relationships outside
|OW| PTS 201: A Little Too LateFor someone who placed such a high value in timeliness, it was unusual how often Clement found himself slipping into the habit of procrastinating. ...Or was that even the right word for the situation? It wasn't as though he was avoiding the assignments, not intentionally at least, but he honestly had no reason to have left them for this long. Of course he tried to convince himself that it was alright. That he had his reasons. But not even constant reassurance could convince him that there was nothing wrong with his actions. Over the past month, Clement had all but withdrawn himself from the rest of society- there wasn't a lie in the entire world that could cover for that.
In the end, it really didn't matter why Clement had left his assignments for so long. Truth of the situation was, no matter the reason, the due date was practically on top of him, and the doll had nothing to show for it. An entire month of class, wasted. And here he was, sitting atop his bed, a lost cause, all
OW Assignment II: MDC 104 - 'Blood Fever'Finding a magical malady of the past wasn't very easy. After all, the ones that first came to mind were the common ones -- vampirism, lycanthropy. Though one could argue that the hallucinations caused by those of the Courts could be some sort of malady, it wasn't widely accepted, either. That was more an addiction than a sickness, they said. The Witch Trials that occurred in Salem could provide some sort of interesting report, but when research finally revealed that most of what occurred there was brought on by poisoned water (poisoned by natural cause or by the witches themselves was unknown) left it open for a lot of debate.
"Blood Fever," Kaine suggested one day, when Avery went to him for brainstorming. "You know, the sickness our mother suffered from."
Avery then plopped his chin on the desk in his brother's office, watching him breeze through his assignments and giving them their appropriate marks. Papers often ran thick with red ink as Kaine tore into them, and for a bit it
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[Rose + Zee]
When signups for the tournament were announced, Rose didn't exactly believe any of his friends would go for it. Maybe he was just trying to push such a possibility out of his mind. Back when he had joined - halfway in September, three terms before - the previous tournament had been close to the end; Rose himself had been too much of a freshman to even acknowledge the possibility of attending the final battles. Still, he had been there to experience the wave of dramatic feelings afterwards, the after-terror of the bloodbath, and to hear people swear they would never sign up again. Even now, the walls remembered very well, and especially throughout the latest term, the memories were exceptionally alive...
...and now he had to watch his partner rush to the bulletin board with a pen.
"Come on, come on, come ooon!," Zee whined, pulling the upir forward into the sun; Rose managed to open his shadow parasol only miraculously.
"Hold your horses, Zee. I