6: Break And Enter Is For Professionals Only
"Your magic privileges have been suspended for two weeks, and you will be confined to school grounds for three weeks. Communication privileges such as networking, cell phones and hologram coms have been suspended for two weeks. Additional duties include kitchen clean-up, school cleaning- without magic- and you will not be allowed to attend the upcoming music concert at the Down City Concert Hall. Your parents will be notified and a permanent mark will be placed on your record. This was a serious breach of school rules," Griselda said, "Do you understand how much danger you placed yourselves in? And for what? To prove your bravery? You have achieved nothing."
The five girls nodded tersely.
"I trust you will relay all of these instructions to Miss Lutoria. Your visiting hours will be limited to fifteen minutes per day, until she is released from the infirmary. For the duration of the time she is recovering, she will be exempt from these conditions; however, if you breach school rules during this probationary period, you will be suspended indefinitely from Alfea and your place at the school will come under review."
Griselda paced in front of them, mouth pursed. She glared at them again, over her glasses.
"Do you understand who is at fault here? You need to understand that this kind of irrational and irresponsible, as well as dangerous, behaviour will not be tolerated at Alfea. If you want to take your future as potential Guardian fairies seriously, you will do well to clean up your acts. You have failed your school and your misconduct is a smirch on Alfea's reputation."
Aerin pressed her lips into a tight line. Her scholarship was at stake- not that her parents couldn't afford to send her to Alfea, what with her mother's status as a Guardian and all. It was an honour thing. She came to Alfea by her own means and she would remain there for the full term of what she deserved. And if they did kick her out, and expulsion would mean instant rejection from Blackholt, her second choice and Antarion, her third. The only places that would take her would probably be Beta and Highton, dumping grounds for useless princesses without two brain cells to rub against each other. She would not let that happen.
Phoenix winced. She could already hear her mother shouting things and throwing things while her father simmered away in the corner, looking utterly disapproving. She could just imagine Riley snorting and trying not to laugh at her, Then she started feeling prematurely terrible, before she kicked herself into thinking that what they did was completely necessary. The codex of the eras taelis ferae was something they needed, anyway.
Raze frowned. They had no right to do those things! Of all the things she could get caught for, this wasn't one of the things she'd been planning on- she'd planned on using every single broom cupboard in the school to make out with a different RF boy, one for each cupboard. The nerve of those witches, and that bloody Cybarian serpent- She was angry at a hundred and one different things at that moment, and the punishment they'd been given was one of them. She was willing to bet good money, very good money, that her mother and the girls' mothers had done something like this during their freshie year; she would also be willing to bet that they'd gotten off relatively scot free compared to them.
Cass absently tucked her hair behind her ear. Her thoughts were not really there in full. She thought about Tor, and how she'd taken the hit meant for Jake- she'd taken more than one blow, actually; her and Jehan were officially an uncertainty. Cass could tell. Jehan was one of those guys who moped and got depressed and miserable and were difficult to kick back into relationships. She'd have to do something for Tor, and fast, but there was no way anything was happening if they didn't have any network access or hologram com.
Jake fidgeted as Griselda peered at her, arms crossed and lip curled ever so slightly. She heard words, but they didn't make sense. They jumbled together and twisted around one another, squeezing the life of each other until all she heard was all- fault- this- your- danger- breach- parents- record-
This is all my fault. If I hadn't gone to Cloud Tower, if I hadn't bloody insisted on delving into that Beast Talisman legend, we wouldn't be in this bloody freaking mess.
Griselda nodded and flapped a hand at them. The girls took it as a dismissal and filed out of her office, too proud to flee like they wanted to. Once they exited, they all but bolted down the teacher's office corridor and out onto the courtyard. Cass lead them into the shade of one of the tall evergreen trees and leaned back against the trunk of the tree. Phoenix sat down heavily as Raze crossed her arms and tucked her chin against her chest, glowering furiously at the ground.
"I am not a delinquent," she muttered darkly. "I am a first class mischief maker. There is nothing wrong with that."
"What I'm worried about is the mark on our records," Phoenix frowned. Aerin crossed her arms and glared at the floor. Cass brushed a corkscrew curl out of her face.
"With our communications, uh, down," Cass grimaced, "I'm seriously concerned about the future of Tor and Jehan."
"What, you aren't worried that your brother will spaz out?" Phoenix asked.
"Nah," she said, flapping a hand, "Caspian can handle himself. If he chokes on something, Tyler knows the Heimlich manoeuvre."
"No, like, seriously," Phoenix repeated, "You've never gone more than four days without either hologram com or phoning each other. With our coms down, you and Tor's brothers will think you've gone AWOL, and then they'll panic, and they'll call your parents, who'll just say that you've broken rules, and then they'll panic even more, and they'll call in Griffin the albino who'll call in his brother's friend Tae and then Tae will use his magic ninja psychic powers and find out what we did at Cloud Tower and then they'll totally, totally spaz out and bulldoze the gates down and drag us off to some place safe and escape-proof and then we'll never see the light of day again because, face it, your brothers are too predictably overprotective."
Raze blinked. "How do you know this stuff?"
Phoenix inspected her nails. "Oh? Tae's my ex- jointly amicable split. The magic ninja psychic powers rubbed off."
"Tae? As in, Tae-Hyun Kang, the Trace?" Jake spluttered, "A jointly amicable split? That boy wouldn't know jointly amicable if it threw him onto unicorn backwards-"
"Are you mental?" Raze demanded. "He's one of the hottest bloody idiots to grace the face of Katsaria 2 summer camp and you ditched him?"
"It was a summer thing turned long distance, and he's not technically a Trace- he's a halfie," Phoenix explained with exaggerated patience, "But we're drifting off topic! All I'm saying is the shit that went down is just going to snowball."
"Snowball, schmowball," Raze muttered, "Existential shit only gets worse."
"Breathe. Breathe, Tyler, in, out, in, out, shit you're freaking blue in the face!"
"Stop freaking out," Winter said, shaking Caspian by the shoulders. Caspian stabbed frantically at the touchscreen on his phone, growing ever more distressed as the same 'number unavailable' tone sounded. Tyler's thumbs moved at the speed of light and he all but slammed his phone halfway through his head as he called his mom. Raziel suddenly leapt off the bed and latched onto Tyler, arms around the other boy's neck in a near-chokehold as Raziel peered over his shoulder. A miserable-looking Jehan peeked out from under Kaien's arm as Kaien paused mid-noogie.
"Hello-"
"Momwhere'sTorherphone'sdeadherphone'sneverdeadwhat'sgoingon?"
"..."
"Mommommommomom-!"
"...Tyler..."
"WHATMOMWHAT?"
"...calm down..."
"NOMOMHOW!"
"Mom, give me the phone," someone said over the phone. It was a younger female voice, and the phone was inevitably handed over.
"Tyler Evander the First of Linphea. Unless you calm down and speak like a sensible person, I swear to the Dragon, I'll break every single one of your hoverboards in half. Now talk."
Tyler removed the phone from its position and stared at it.
"Tyler," the voice said, "You freaking talk too much. Now don't sit there wasting my time! I have Applied Calculative homework to do! Now put me on loudspeaker!"
Tyler blinked, and shouted, "Tasia!", but nevertheless complied.
"Look, d'you want to know what's going on or not?"
"Yeah, I do. Just don't be so, ugh, I dunno, annoying," he snapped. "Quickly, quickly! Tell me what's going on!"
"Long story short, Tor's, like, a bearded lady's whisker-width away from being suspended indefinitely. And there was something about a beast- was it, syb-something, I think it started with a C-Y-B-"
"Cybarian serpent?" Kaien supplied.
"Yeah, that thing. Who talked? They sounded damn delicious," Tasia drawled. "NNASO, please, the guy who talked..."
"Tasia!"
"...NNASO?"
"Name, number, age and sexual orientation," Tasia replied.
"Taz, don't hit on my friends! You're too young for'em!" Tyler howled. "I'm hanging up!"
"No, wait-!"
Tyler stabbed at the end call button. Taz's voice was cut off mid-screech.
"Wait," Caspian said, "I'll call my parents!"
"Dimwit," Winter huffed, fluffing Caspian's hair into a gravity-defying quiff. Caspian squashed it and tapped at his phone. He switched the call to speaker and the dial tone shrilled for a few moments until Caspian's mom picked up.
"Caspy, what's up?"
"Ma, don't call me Caspy! And what the heck is going on with Tor and Cassie and the phone deadness thing- we tried to call twenty-two times and they haven't picked up, not once-"
"It's a real story, Caspian. You might want to sit down for this one."
Caspian sat. The horrified exclamations started twenty seconds later. By the end of it, Tyler was reduced to an incoherent puddle of devastated mush.
"D-d-devvo..." he muttered. "I d-don't g-ge-get it..."
"Oh...my...Dragon..." Caspian muttered, pale. They looked at each other in abject horror, and their mouths dropped open.
Winter and Kaien looked at one another. Not good, not good...
"We have to break into Alfea!"
Ah, fuck.
"No, serious?"
"Yeah, serious."
"You're screwing me over."
"What? Psh, no, what makes you think that."
"…"
"What?"
"That's it. I should just sit down and write my last will and testament to the love of my life."
"What? I didn't know you could be that serious about someone, Ice Prince."
"Shut up and go away, Win."
"Aw, Kai."
"And you're not. Serious, as in, fantasizing."
"About…?"
"You know very well. Long legs, blonde, six foot and six pack?"
"…h-how do you know that she has a six pack…?"
"Wild guess."
"…"
"Nah. She told me she had a six pack. Probably worked hard for it."
"…"
"…neh…"
"Don't freaking 'neh' me! What are you going on about?"
"I'm smirking."
"Yeah, I'm not that blind. But you so are, Kai. Five foot pocket rocket, flat as someone's nose after Raziel punches it in?"
"Don't be so crude. And Jake's five foot four."
"So you admit it! Kaien and Jake, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G –"
"…"
"-first comes love, then comes marriage–"
"…"
"-then comes Kaien pushing a baby carriage!"
"…fuck."
Tyler whirled around, glaring at them. Kaien and Winter edged backward as his ponytail nearly smacked them across the face in succession.
"Could you please shut up?" he hissed. Winter's eyebrows rose.
"Ow, touchy," Winter muttered. "You are so not feeling the love."
"Can- you- feel- the love- tonight-!" Raziel sang softly, grinning like maniac. His black beanie covered the tops of his ears, but the half-moon still reflected off his skin and the tufts of blonde hair sticking out from his camouflage headgear. All the 'strawberry' and none of the 'blonde' had gone out of his hair, and at times he found himself wondering if he should ever go back to the hairdresser's where he'd had his permanent colour change done.
"Raz," Jehan said, nudging Raziel.
"What?" Raziel's head tipped to one side.
"You're so pale that you glow."
"…glow. Right."
"No, for real."
"…"
"Off your hair, too. Where'd all the 'strawberry' go?"
"…You know, I wasn't going to keep this past the first week of school, but…I kind of like it."
"What? Was it on a dare or something?"
"…my mom's crazy." Truth be told, Raziel was glad that he could distract Jehan at least a little bit from his misery regarding the disastrous cafe incident. He was such a moper that it wasn't even funny, ignoring his friends' attempts to get him to do things. For the past five days, all he'd done was sleep, eat and attend classes. No matter how much he would robustly deny it, Jehan was somewhat of a romantic, and being rejected like he had supposedly been was a blow to his pride.
Tyler glared at them.
"Can we not discuss your permanent colour now, of all times? We need to figure out the way in," he complained, arms akimbo. Caspian hissed at him to shut up, and they bolted across the oval, a flash of shadow against the moonlit grass. Raziel and Jehan got up, dusted the seat of their dark pants off, and ran across the oval. Raziel pulled ahead easily- he was a lightning fast runner; agile and flexible as well as being double jointed in both shoulders. They had a running competition, just in their dorm block, to see who could fit through a toilet seat without breaking it or warping the plastic permanently- so far, Raziel was the undisputed champion, having gone through three times. He'd gained quite a following and a few haters, as well, namely the bodybuilder from the junior year wrestling team, who had to be cut free from the toilet seat. Granted, he was a pretty good bodybuilder as the toilet seat wedged itself stuck halfway down his pit-bull neck. Jehan was fast, but not as fast as the other boy. Winter, grumbling, rose to his feet, stretching and not waiting for him to sprint across the clearing. Kaien huffed and followed to where Tyler and Raziel were beckoning.
When he came across, he found the bottom half of Raziel's body on the ground while the top half had proceeded through a some sort of a hole or ventilation grille opening no larger than the size of his favourite couch pillow. Granted, it was a nice big couch pillow, (fluffy, goose feather filling), but still, Raziel wriggled like crazy to get through. Once the bottoms of his black Vans had disappeared from view, they waited.
There was a great deal of grunting, scraping around and swearing which they didn't know their voted 'Most Innocent' team member was capable of; in the end, the somewhat concealed door popped open and Raziel grinned at them.
"Should I be worried?" Kaien muttered, stepping backwards. Winter pushed him forward.
"Welcome to the laundry, my friends," Raziel murmured, gesturing toward a screen door and a tiled room within. Washing machines lined the walls and drying lines stretched across half the room. Winter whistled softly when he saw just what was on those drying lines.
"Whew, 34E? What, is that a bra or a helmet for two people?"
"Don't be so crude!" Kaien exclaimed, smacking Winter over the head.
"Ow!"
"This is a nice shirt," Raziel commented, holding up a damp shirt with a line drawing of a polaroid camera on it.
"And this is a nice-"
Winter was interrupted as Kaien whacked him again and dragged him away from the scrappy lace undergarment he was fingering. Raziel snickered.
"Hey, stairs." Tyler pointed up a shadowy passage, and Caspian and Jehan followed after him. Raziel brought up the rear, and Tyler slowly turned the doorknob, swinging the door open. They all winced when the door screeched hideously, and didn't dare move for another five minutes. Once Tyler and Caspian were sure that nothing was coming to drag them away on charges of perversion, invasion of space, break and enter, so on and so forth, they scurried into the corridor and edged down it sticking to the safety of the shadows. Raziel mentally marked the B & E down on his register of things he got away with in high school.
They seemed to be having limited success in actually getting anywhere once they were in, and Kaien supposed it was sheer, dull-witted luck that forwarded them to somewhere remotely familiar. Tyler and Caspian immediately recognised the infirmary, due to mucho-de-experience regarding the time they'd been at Alfea with their parents for a reunion. They'd broken their arm and wrist respectively, trying to prove that they were better at balancing on fountains than Raze. Evidently, they were not.
Tyler pushed the door open gently and the boys slid through the narrow gap. They padded near silently through the open layout of the infirmary, scanning the empty beds and unoccupied cubicles.
There was movement; they froze.
"Just because I'm in the infirmary don't mean I can't blow you to bits," a girl growled.
"Tori? What- what..."
Tor facepalmed. "Damn you, Tyler. B&E?"
Tyler shrugged, grinning recklessly. Caspian prodded him, frowning, and he quickly composed himself, scurrying over into the partitioned area.
"How am I going to freaking explain this to Mom?" Tor muttered, "Oh, yeah, Tyler broke into Alfea the other night. He must've come through the laundry, and knowing him, he would've put blue dye in with the whites and bleach with the dark colours. And then he broke into the infirmary and stole all the cotton buds for no fathomable reason. Because he was up all night, he subsequently failed his Applied Calculative Theory test the next day. Damn it, Tyler, what is the freaking logic behind this?"
Tyler appeared very chastised.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, looking up through his eyelashes at his twin sister. "I was just- you know how it is-"
Tor pursed her lips and slugged him on the shoulder. "Ah, alright, alright."
"So," Caspian said, "There was something about you breaking into Cloud Tower? And a Cybarian Serpent-"
"-those things are nasty," Kaien chimed.
"And you know this, how?"
"Rockwell Point Beast Habitarium excursion, last year," Raziel supplied. "It was only an infant Cybarian serpent, but it nearly bit someone's hand off."
"He pissed himself and decided that Fantagor was a better fit," Winter said. "And everyone knows about Fantagor."
Tor grinned. "At Fantagor, everything is easy, but the girls are the easiest of all."
"So, really, what happened?" Raziel asked. His dark eyes were wide and sparkling in the best puppy-dog expression he could muster. Tor pinched his cheek and launched into an animated narration of their exploits in the Cloud Tower Labyrinth, launching excitedly into all the gory details. Tyler gaped at her.
"And since it's only fun if you get a scar out of it," she said, finishing her epic oration, "Look! One hundred percent authentic lower back mauling from a Cybarian serpent. It's pretty tight, if I say so myself. It's kind of sad that by the end of the year, it'll have faded out completely."
"Aw, that is sick, girl," Winter gushed. He pulled up the hem of his shirt and shower her the matching web of scratches across his lower back.
"Matchy-matchy!" she crowed. Winter grinned.
"Mine's from the nasty griffin, the black one at school," he elaborated, pulling his shirt back down. Tor wiggled her oversized shirt back down over her hips and climbed out of the narrow infirmary bed. She shoved her bare feet into the canvas trainers at the side of the bed and looked up at the rest of them.
"So," she said, "D'you need anything else? 'Cause if not, I need to pee."
The guys errupted into a mass of mumbling, awkward social incompetents. Tor grinned and slunk off to the aforementioned receptacle. Raziel nudged Jehan after her. Jehan glared at him.
"Raz..." he said, eyes flashing dangerously in the dim light of the moon through the window. Raziel nudged him again.
"Go," he said firmly, "And don't you 'Raz' me, Jehan Caitlis. Get your answers, though I think you'd know by now why she didn't do what she said she would."
Jehan shot one last sulky look at Raziel before hurrying after the girl. Once he was safely out of earshot, Raziel turned and, looking smug, held out his hand to Winter.
"Cough up," he said, smirking. Winter grumbled and reached into his pocket, producing a rumpled fiver and placed it none too gently in Raziel's palm. The blonde straightened it out and folded it neatly, placing it in his back pocket. Caspian blinked at them in obvious confusion.
"I," Raziel announced, "have just single-handedly saved the entire world known to man, woman and every other gender and sexuality in between. The balance of nature has been restored and you can now tread the earth without fear of it breaking in two under your feet. Go about your business as normal."
Caspian looked at Tyler.
"That didn't explain anything at all."
"And the genius of Caspian Felix Evansleigh of Andros kicks in," Kaien commented dryly. Winter smiled slightly. Genius always struck at the most inconvenient moments.
Something rustled in the corridor and a door creaked open. The boys dropped and rolled, hiding in the relative safety and very restrictive confines of Tor's bed. A rather plump-looking, dressing-gowned figure ambled past the cubicle as the boys held their breath, not even so much as twitching for fear of being seen. The matronly figure passed by the foot of the bed and stopped, glancing at the thrown-aside covers and the conspicuously absent pair of dirty canvas trainers.
"Hmm," the matron muttered, "Must be in the bathroom."
The matron rubbed her hands together and made a sound of excitement. "Ooh, now it's ice-cream time!"
The figure set off at a decidedly more energetic pace in the direction of the school kitchens. The boys waited until the doors had swung shut before they collapsed in a heap, gasping for air.
"Dragons above," Tyler muttered. "I need air."
"And that's where the matron's spare tyre comes from," Winter muttered. Kaien grinned briefly.
"Funnily enough, no-one ever says anything when your genius strikes," he replied.
"Tor."
She turned and Jehan automatically broke eye contact, staring at his shoes and sliding his hands into his pockets. Jehan fidgeted and pushed is hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall back into place, just as it always was- messy and kind of wavy, with a bit of a flick at the ends instead of being as dead straight as her brother's. She crossed her arms and waited for him to say something. When he continued to stand there, not saying anything, Tor began to tap her feet.
Even so, she continued to watch him. Several times, he seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but he would always catch himself; his long, calloused fingers would curl into his palms and his shoulders would tense. A tiny furrow would appear between his eyebrows, and his lips would press together in the beginnings of a frown; he must have sense her watching, because the expression on his face would smooth into simple, vague indifference. The harsh fluorescents lighting the bathroom hallway weren't the most flattering of lights, even more so against the bruise-like shadows under his eyes.
"You haven't been sleeping properly," she said. Jehan continued to stare at the floor. He muttered something so quiet that it was unintelligible; she strained to catch the whisper slipping away from the field of her perception.
"What?"
"No, I haven't," he repeated, still soft.
"Why not?"
He looked away, brushing his hair out of his eyes again. And uneasy silence descended over them again, and Tor fought the urge to swat his hands away and fix his hair herself. He had such thick, shiny, stupidly perfect hair it made her want to scream, especially when she compared it to her own out of control curls. Everything about him made her alternately jealous or ridiculously happy; his eyelashes were longer and curlier than hers, his eyes were just as dark as hers and always so expressive.
She began to fiddle with her hair somewhat self-consciously. He was famous, and had girls tripping over themselves to so much as touch the ground he walked on. Even for a girl with the body of a goddess and the skills to match, she couldn't say that he was firmly in her league. As she sifted through her own thoughts, her gaze drifted to the toes of her dirty trainers.
Jehan glanced at her furtively. Sometime ago, she'd started to play with her long, dark curls distractedly, chewing her lip and thinking hard. She was so completely out of his league- she was the perfect image of the unattainable female. Perfect face, perfect body, and a kind of rough and readiness that made half of the deprived boys drool in abject awe of her, because those kinds of girls were hard to come by. He couldn't explain it, the way she was flawed and perfect all in the same moment, the way she made him feel fluttery and helpless and so amazingly alive- She was out of his reach.
"Well, if you're not going to say anything, then I should be getting back," she said. Jehan looked up at her, and opened his mouth, before closing it and looking at her expectantly. Tor rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. If he was set on ignoring her because of the whole thing that happened over Friday and Saturday then that was his problem. She could totally get over him. It didn't matter if he was the Dragon's gift to teenage fangirls, she was made of steel in more ways than one and she would get over it.
...wouldn't she?
"Wait," he said. She stopped, and didn't turned. There was the sound of cloth shifting against cloth, and his hand wrapped around her wrist. She turned, looking him in the eye. This time, he didn't fidget or fiddle or break eye contact. He looked at her with something like a mix of uncertainty and doubt.
"The reason I haven't been able to sleep properly," he said, "Is because I've been thinking..."
"Thinking too much," she said, "It's the downfall of even the best of us. I mean, how many times have you thought too much about something and totally put yourself off it for life like the one time when-"
She was cut off by a soft, warm pressure on her lips. Instinctively, she leaned into it and smiled against his mouth. His lips moved against hers in perfect sync; his head tilted to accommodate her. He wasn't one of those guys who thought that every kiss had to suck the other person's face off; nor was he a hard, fast pecker. He was slow, smooth and had a surprisingly light touch- she'd half-expected him to be more aggressive with his ministrations, but he didn't push it too much. He was good. Not just good- excellent, in fact. When Jehan pulled away, her mouth dropped open. He grinned somewhat dazedly, and ran his hand through his hair, eyes sparkling with the familiar mischief. That was kind of reassuring, especially considering how strangely he'd been acting before- no, the rakish-pirate, kiss-stealing, lady-killer Jehan was an altogether entirely familiar creature.
"What I was about to say," he said,"was that I was thinking about you."
He stole another kiss and sauntered off into the darkness, grinning as he heard her call after him.
"Hey, come back here, jerk, if you're man enough! No-one steals a kiss from Tor of Linphea and goes away with his {CENSORED} still attached-!"
His laughter rang out, soft and warm and sparkling like the one-too-many glass of champagne in the darkness. Jehan could hear the challenge in her voice, cutting through the buzz thrilling through his system. Tor growled again, and footsteps hastened after him. An vice-like grip clamped around his wrist and he turned, crashing front first into Tor. Her other hand snaked across the back of his neck, and he felt his face getting flaming; Tor's body pressed against the entire length of his body, and she was so close he could smell her clean, spicy Tor smell.
Her fingers tangled into his hair, forcing him to lean to her level- granted, it wasn't much, but it had the desired impact.
"Bitch," she hissed, "it's on."
He nodded mutely as Tor's lips crashed into his.
Oh, it's definitely on.
Yo. This is Cass of Andros/Tides/Somewhere. It even has me confused...
Nickname: My full name is Cassia Evanthe, so a couple of people have tried to call me things like Sia, Anthea, and Evvy. Generally it goes back to either Evan or Cass, but Evan gets people thinking that I'm a guy. So, awkward.
Favourite Food: Butter chicken with garlic naan, and home-made tofu combination hot-pot. Home-made tofu is really nice, you know? I like seaweed, too, and chicken caesar salad, but only sometimes.
Favourite Colour: This is a tough one. Hmm, maybe blue-green? Or aqua, or mint green.
Favourite Hobby: Swimming, surfing, mini-golf, riding roller-coasters, clubbing, and yes, I list flirting as a hobby on the off chance that I actually do it.
Favourite Pet: Uh, fish? Probably a nice, big Atlantic salmon. Any time you feel peckish, well, here's your solution.
Ideal Boyfriend: Dunno. Just that they can't have a butt-chin, an unnecessary cape, or a side-kick. And that they also can't be grotesquely muscular, as if they'd stuffed basketballs under their skin.
Best Friends: Miss Angry Aerin and Mr. Can't Be Bothered Twin Brother.
Favourite Movies: My Spoon Is Too Big. No, I'm kidding, really. I dunno. I guess I like epic/myth type movies and science fiction I guess.
Loves: Tie-dye, swimming, kicking back and relaxing, holidays, sleeping, the sound of rain.
Hates: Hmm. Let me think about this. I guess butt-chins, antagonistic witches, seeing my friends and family getting hurt or experiencing emotional distress.
Favourite Music: Slow jazz, jazz improvisation, acoustic indie music.
Favourite Shoes: … Is this a trick question? If so, then the answer is NNASO. If not, then it's gladiator sandals, other assorted flats and hiking boots.
Favourite Subject: Anything except elective Etiquette and Deportment. The teacher from that class could make a tsunami sound as dry as a sermon.
Favourite Spell: Seismic Split- it makes a fissure in the ground that enemies can conveniently fall into. Clean, neat and tidy, as it's pretty easy to close up. And if you do it in an agricultural area, then there's the bonus of free fertiliser.
Catchphrase: Really? A catchphrase. Huh. If I actually had one, it's be something like, 'If curves make a bombshell, then I'm freaking atomic'.