Title: Defective

Author: JadedFeline

Beta: MadameMooneshine

Disclaimer: Clearly, I do not own Wizard101, I'm just borrowing it's world and some characters to write this - this thing here.

Note: I don't know if you've noticed that my original story was deleted. Well, thank my. . .lovely beta MadameMoonsehine for that one. Telling me that I should rewrite it, and then promptly she deleted it. So here I am, rewriting it, hopefully better, and with a plot. And actual PLOT PRAISE THE GODS. So yeah.I never meant for her to delete it, but I guess I shouldn't have left her alone with my computer. Heh. But no, it's fine, thanks to the fact that I write much better now then when I started back last year.( First chapter will always be short, it gets longer later) Here I go.

Chapter One: The Routine that we follow.

For the fifth time this week – yes you heard that correctly, fifth time this week, Lilith Vita found herself sitting in her professors office, bloodied, and most likely with multiple small injuries. It was the fifth time this week, and apparently it was 'getting out of hand'. . .To be honest Lilith Vita was quite tired of being called in here and having her precious time wasted. The fifteen-year-old Theurgist was at her limits with all of this. Not that It was her fault. . .

She sat in one of the chairs laid out in front of Professor Moolinda Wu's desk, arms crossed and glaring heatedly at the ground, blood starting to leak down her cheek from the cut there, the cut that was obviously made by someone else's nails if you were to actually look. Her silvery-white hair was frayed and messy beyond belief, but she didn't give a damn. . .she she glared out of the corners of her owlish, yellow eyes, at the person sitting beside her, in the same situation.

"Now, I'm positive we've been over this? Have we not? Just yesterday, in fact. . ." The Life Professor's calm voice cut through Lilith's one sided staring contest. She turned to glare at the Bovine woman instead.

"Do not give me that look Miss Vita – Ladies how many times do I have to drag you in here and give you both detention?"

"Until one of us gets expelled," Lilith said.

"Which will be, you of course."

"Shut up Solanaceae."

"I think not."

The other girl who sat beside Lilith, almost as irritatedly, was Persephone Solanaceae. Lilith and she were as opposite as you could get – as long as you don't count the equally as hot tempers. And the fact that they were both oddly violent. . .

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Persephone Solanaceae was known throughout Ravenwood as the scariest Witch to walk the halls. She was composed, cold and poised to fight at all times.

She knew just from your last name whether or not you were someone she would associate with. Though she was a complete bitch the majority of the time, she was also the second most sophisticated person to attend Ravenwood, coming only second to her own Father, who at the time when he attended, was much the same.

She was rich, cruel, and wouldn't stand for the ridiculous shenanigans of Theurgists, or anyone else for that matter. Especially those of a certain Lilith Vita.

The two have been at each others throats for six whole years, and the reason for it all? Because Vita was a Theurgist. A Life mage. Persephone was a Necromancer. Death. She thought it ridiculous that people do not expect natural opposites to not get along. I mean, you don't see cats hanging around dogs do you? That's the way she saw it.

That's also why she finds that she still has to be called into Professor Wu's office when she didn't even start the fight. Persephone Solanaceae never starts fights, but she always finishes them. Not there's ever a clear winning between the both of them. They both end up bloodied.

Persephone swears things would be different if she wasn't wearing such restrictive clothing – being from the world of Marleybone, which is still in the 19th century, she doesn't have much of a choice in the matter. Fighting in a dress is something all to itself. It takes talent.

So that's why when the Life professor fixed her with a disapproving glare, she only sat straighter, only raised her head a little higher. Her dark amethyst colored eyes were set slightly to the side, watching Vita.

Vita, she noted, just stared angrily at the floor, the red marks across her cheeks from where Persephone had dug her nails in and tried to rip a gash deep as she could, were very visible from this angle.

"Miss Vita, Miss Solanaceae. . ." The bovine began, in an exasperated tone, waving her green fan at herself fervently. "You both are aware that even though the school year started less than two weeks ago, you have been in here nearly ten times already."

Vitas eyes darted up, then back down. Not seeming to care about this conversation much, and rubbing a hand along her jaw, where she had been hit.

Persephone had heard conversations similar to this many times, so had Vita, and they both were used to it by now.

"That is not a good thing, ladies."

"I blame her," Vita said, glaring out from under her bangs.

Persephone glared back, colder, "Me? You blame me, for your terrible temper?"

Her head whipped up, imminently. "My temper? You're the one that tried to strangle me!"

"And you, dear Vita, are the one who banged my head into the side of a stone building."

"Oh, You wanna bring that up – ?!"

"Ladies." The professors voice cut through, stern, and both of the witches were quiet. Mostly. Vita was angrily muttering to herself, and Persephone had to restrain from rolling her eyes. Yes, her temper, was worse than that of a Pyromancers. Moron.

"Miss Solanaceae, I wonder what your father would say if he knew his daughter was involved in so many fights here," Oh she wouldn't. Wu looked on, clearly warning her. And Vita smirked.

"But to the both of you, I think detention for three weeks should suffice, for now. And then we can only hope the two of you grow up, and quit with the childish fighting."

Vita scowled now, Persephone looked indifferent and watched the others expression out of the corner of her eyes. "Do we have to w –" The Theurgist started, but her Professor already knew the question, and the answer in turn.

"Write lines? Of course, you do." Vita groaned and sunk lower in her chair. "And Miss Solanaceae, no enchanting your quill to write the lines for you this time."

"There's a spell for that?"

Persephone glared and crossed her arms. "There's a spell for everything, you dimwit," She said, not trying to hide the venom in her tone.

She hated Lilith Vita. She really did. Hated her, because of what a terrible person she was, and Persephone seemed to be the only one that noticed. Hated her because she was a Theurgist. Because she was treated so well, because of her school. 'While me, the Necromancer, though, am treated awfully. Because of my school. Yes, they've done some bad things, but just because of some incidents with the old Death Professor, doesn't mean they're all evil! But we get treated like it anyways' she thought bitterly as she watched Vita tuck a strand of her short white hair behind her ear while looking miserable. And the way her gold eyes glinted, almost thoughtfully. Yes, yes hated Lilith Vita. She was really quite good at convincing herself of that.

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Lilith swung her bag over her shoulder moodily, after they were dismissed. And glared at the other witch. Solanaceae glared back. Her eyes were like amethysts, and they had an almost haunting look to them, Lilith always thought so, anyways. Her hair was dark, a dark violet, so dark in fact, it looked nearly black. You could easily get the two confused. Lilith never thought Solanaceae looked like someone who would be able to fight, at all. She was sort of small, much shorter than Lilith, (When her shoes didn't have heels anyways.) And her features were overall sharp and looked aristocratic. Almost ethereal, Lilith would say If she hadn't known her for six years, and knew what a complete jerk she was.

Acting like she owned the place, and how cynical she was.

Lilith turned, and headed out the doors. Her detentions started tomorrow.

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That evening walking grudgingly back to her dorm, Lilith glared into the darkness. She was overall just feeling very bitter about her current situation. That current situation being, of course, being in the Life School. Nothing more nothing less.

In fact, she was so intently focused on her anger towards whatever force had placed her in her current School, she almost walked straight off the ridge beside the Myth School. Lilith skidded to a clumsy stop, gripping onto her backpack straps for some sort of balance. She almost felt panicked over the fact that she had nearly just fell face first into her death. But...

Staring with wide golden eyes down into the seemingly endless darkness...was fascinating. This was where the Death School used to be located. Before...

She glanced around, before throwing her bag off her shoulder and crouching down low by the very edge. Where it looks like the part land had been forcefully ripped off and away. Nothing was left there now. Lilith's eyes narrowed. What – what was down there? Sure it looked like an endless void from here...but...

No...She had to get down there. There was more to this than an empty chasm, there had to be! Lilith continued her constant staring down into darkness. She would form a plan immediately. In fact, were temporary wings a spell she could use? She'd have to research later...

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"Ugh, just being in her presence puts me in a terrible mood! No wonder nobody trusts them!" Lilith hissed aloud to herself, pacing back and forth in her dorm room. Which was a perfecting normal thing to do, trust me.

Persephone Solanaceae had been in – a very bad mood as of late. To put it lightly. Lilith didn't know what to make of it.

Ever since the old Death professor's – Er corruption, things haven't been going that well for Necromancers. No one did truly trust them anymore after that, worried that some of the students who were closer to Malistare in his teaching days, or even at a high ranking, would follow his lead and become, well, evil. And honestly, they're treated pretty awfully. Lilith, being a Life wizard and all, doesn't really know what to feel on the subject. . .her opinion probably would be biased if she wasn't so. . .fascinated by their magic. The old Death professor, Malistare Drake, well...

The old Death professor, Malistare Drake, well turned against them. she doesn't know the reason, she doesn't WANT to get involved with their issues, but since then he went and attacked agasint WizardCity. Raising the dead to haunt the streets and so on...but that was years ago.

Ever since then, any and all Necromancers have been treated with a sort of suspicion. No one really trusts them anymore. Most people believe that considering the Death students fondness of their Ex Professor that they might be conspiring with him – or on his 'side'.

Lilith guesses she could see why they think that way.

The Necromancers themselves are very mysterious, very elusive and very secretive. The Death school vanished after Malistares corruption leaving a gaping hole where it once was. A huge chunk bitten out of Ravenwood. Its completely vanished. If that wasnt weird enough, no one knows were exactly Death students learn Necromancy anymore, or who teaches it. Or at least - Lilith glared - no one tells the Life Students that particular information.

The truth is, she is far too violent of a person to be a Life Mage. Yet, somehow when she took the test to determine her School, she got Life. Lilith swears it was rigged. Although. . .

Looking at herself in the mirror and using her wand to easily heal her cuts and bruises, she did see how it has its perks but. . .still. Necromancy seemed much more fun! What would it feel like to take life away from something, instead of giving it?

Oh, the possibilities.

"The possibilities wasted, thank you Book of Secrets," She said with sarcasm dripping off of every word.

The issue currently threatening their universe, (Because there always has to be one.) Was the dark Queen Morgathe. And guess what? She's a Necromancer. As if their reputation wasn't destroyed enough already, oh now it was completely demolished.

'I'd like to see what this Queen can do, though. I bet it's fun to watch her take over a World.' Lilith thought.

How was she placed in Life? A peaceful, nearly pacifist school. There was some mistake. Clearly. Had to be.

Life was a well-respected school, for good reason. Without healing, their lives would be so much more difficult. Let's face it. But really, you're treated like your some great hero just because you happen to have healing abilities. Even if you didn't yet do anything with them. Which was some stupid shit, in Lilith's own opinion.

Perhaps that's why the downfall of the Spiral sounded so very interesting.

Only in theory of course.

But that's why she was so sick of this lifle. Everything about it, has become routine, except for maybe...Her eyes drifted over to Solanaceae...except her. She's unpredictable. But nothing else is.

That's why, all Lilith needed, was a way out.

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