Preface:

Chevelle - Jars

Iris Onyx glanced at her alarm clock. 6:30? Bloody hell. She let out an exasperated sigh as she stumbled out of her room and headed to the bathroom in an attempt to wake herself up with cold water.

She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Damn, they'd come a long way to Death City. She and her partner, Aragorn Strider, had just settled into their new apartment and now the beginning of their first year at the DWMA was starting today. It seemed like it was just yesterday that they were fighting small Kishin eggs in the corrupt streets of Atlanta.

Iris walked back to her room and turned her music up louder. Her favorite retro rock 'n roll playlist should quiet her nerves.

Smokin' by Boston

Her mood already better, she danced her way to her closet and pulled on her favorite blue skirt and a white t-shirt.

Finishing up, she transferred her iPod to her pocket and put her earbuds in. Grabbing her leather jacket and converse shoes, she danced her way to the kitchen for food. She stood in front of the refrigerator and rocked an air guitar solo before seeing the coffee pot on the counter.

Her partner, Aragorn, sat at the kitchen table, quirking an eyebrow at his weapon's morning routine and returned to his newspaper with a chuckle.

Iris skipped to the coffee pot and poured a mug full of it, then attacked it with cream and sugar.

"Well, aren't you in high spirits?" Aragorn remarked with a smile looking from above the rims of his glasses. The tall, dark haired boy took a sip from his cup of tea. He was leaning back in a wooden dining chair with his legs crossed so his ankle rested on his knee. He balanced the teacup and saucer on the floating knee.

She squeaked in surprise, but quickly regained her cool demeanour, "Aren't I always?" Iris smirked, leaning against the counter. She took a whiff of her coffee, "This stuff never ceases to amaze me."

Bringing the edges of the newsprint together and segregating them to a separate page, "You're definitely addicted to caffeine," Aragorn stated, amused.

"It really is wonderful, you should try it." Iris moved with a lively step towards the table, slightly spilling the hot beverage.

She maintained the pre-caffeine anticipation smirk.

"Ha! Been there. And frankly, what you drink is more cream than it is coffee. You may want to try café au lait. I make a mean latté too." he folded the paper and stood up with a warm smile, "Now, c'mon, we don't want to be late for our first day -"

"Ugh, no. Do we really have to go?" Iris interrupted him, pouting, giving him a puppy-dog eyes look.

"Yes we have to go," he said, seeming to be immune to her antics, "What happened to that happy mood from earlier?"

"School happened," she deadpanned, lacing up her cons and pulling on her jacket.

"Well, thought happened. Quit thinking of the bad. I have a feeling today will be fun, or I have indigestion… Probably just clogged with fun. So, both. Nonetheless, it's not like I enjoy it any more than you. It's sunny and hot and disgusting. So lets GO GO GO!"

Iris scoffed and grabbed the keys to her '71 Dodge Challenger that she liked to call Atris, after it's beautiful black interior and exterior. "Alright then."

Iris smiled to herself, let our next adventure begin.