I did not enjoy this, in case you are wondering. Oscar had needed our help on something 'urgent' as he had called it, and so there we were, being waved off by Break in a carriage smothered by our newfound school uniforms. Shall I describe to you the events of how I, Raven, Oz and Alice ended up packed tightly into this carriage being smothered to death with details about Oz's sister Ada? It all began with the idiotic touching…oh and aiming.

"Now, this one has a 6-shot capacity, charcoal blue finish, steel back strap, brass trigger guard, walnut grip & round 8" barrel*-" Raven began informatively as he handed me the revolver; I held up my hands in a defensive manner. "Stop-stop! I can only input a few words at once!" I smiled at him jokingly taking the gun and investigating the blue tinted barrel, slim yet sturdy grip and I frowned. "Does it kick back?" I asked uncertainly. Raven chuckled and walked over putting the gun in my hand more correctly. Suddenly he got behind me and pressed his front to my back shaping my stance with his, if I recall correctly, I blushed like a tomato and upon further reflection I may even admit that his touch had sent a slight tremor down my spine. He casually, as if he hadn't felt my shiver, which I know he had, put my hand in his and helped me cock the gun, then he pulled away. I bit my cheek to stop the whine of annoyance. Then he pointed toward hand-painted target on a large board of wood and he smirked playfully, "Impress me." He said before backing away behind me with his ears covered.

It kicked, but not as horribly as I had expected, let's just say, I'm a far better melee combatant than I am a ranged sniper. Raven held back a smirk for I hadn't even grazed the target. "Go ahead and finish off the other five bullets." I nodded and this time took a bit more time to aim on each one. On the third bullet I hit the side of the wood and on the fourth only went an inch closer to the center and in my excitement forgot to aim and sent the fifth bullet over the wood into a tree. I wasn't extremely adept at this it seemed. I recall Raven chuckling and walking back over taking the gun from my hand with one hand while keeping the other wrapped around my wrist. He didn't seem to notice it though, and I didn't particularly mind. Absentmindedly as he reloaded I examined the collar on my apprenticed loaned Pandora uniform. After another moment of examining I finally decided; mid condition and clearly a hand-me-down, well loved though, perhaps I could persuade Break to let me keep this, I mean, we are working for Pandora aren't we?

Suddenly Raven handed me the gun, but he didn't let go of it, instead he went back to aligning us up together, and he aimed, cocked, and then leaned down so that his lips were barely above my ear, his breath grazing my flesh. "Ready?" I was far too surprised by the whole situation to notice that his voice was slightly husky, so I reacted as I always did; with humorous stupidity. "Are you?" I asked teasingly, he seemed to tense before he mumbled; "Fire when ready." And I did, oh I did. And, amazingly, I didn't miss.

Then Break interrupted, he came at a gallant jog up to us his arms over his head an amused expression plastered on his face, although I couldn't help but wonder if something was off about him, then I realized it. Forgetting the touch of Raven I waved to Break and called out; "Where's Emily?" He grinned at me and answered, "What a wonderful question! Now then, what's going on here?" He asked his smile still on his face, but I could see his eyes travel to where I was pressed against Raven with him pressed against me; I blushed and pulled away quickly. "Raven was trying to teach me how to use a gun. I'm a horrible student." I said trying to fend off the rising heat of my face. Break frowned slightly before leaning forward and grabbing me by the wrist, "Come along you two! It seems that Oscar needs you to play dress up with him!" I was about to come forward, when suddenly Raven took my hand from Break's and said simply; "Once we're finished with this round of bullet's we'll join you." I seemed confused, but went back to where the gun lay gently in the grass. I didn't notice the silent hatred emitting from both of the men; for I had my back turned….. ….

Break was laughing at the four of them, Alice and Evan had on the girls uniform, Alice's fit her perfectly, while Evan's was a size to large and she had to wear a belt around her wait so that the shirt would billow around like branches on a windy day. Needless to say Oz and Raven looked dashing, Oz was seemingly enjoying his white suited tail coat, while Raven looked uncomfortable, but Evan had to admit, he did look good. "My, don't you four look fine!" Oscar squealed pulling Alice to him; Evan evaded his grasp and pushed into the carriage, dragging along a very reluctant Raven with her. Finally Oz questioned their ridiculous attire as Break waved them off, with a strange glint when he watched Evan get in that made Evan blush out of embarrassment…it wasn't as if she disliked the glance per say…

"What is this…a school uniform?" Raven nodded in agreement, "What is going on Oscar, you making us change so suddenly… where are you carrying us off to?" Raven demanded in annoyance as he slammed the carriage door getting in the seat between me and Oscar. "Now Gilbert, don't go raising your voice." Suddenly Oscar became serious. "This is a mission, an important mission that we can only accomplish ourselves!" The carriage began to rattle forward and Raven grasped Evan at the sudden jolt. When she looked at him questioningly, he claimed that he hadn't wanted her to fall forward and land on her face. Suddenly Oscar pulled out a letter.

"The other day, this arrived from Lutwidge academy!" Evan and Alice looked slightly confused, and then Oz explained; "It's one of the top three schools in the country. The student body consists of children of Aristocrats aged thirteen to eighteen. I always had a tutor, so I didn't attend, but it's an institution that turns out a lot of this nation's big shots." Oscar nodded.
"Indeed. And right now…our Ada is attending that academy!"

Evan sighed, she hated to be behind on information, "Excuse me, but who?" She asked slightly annoyed. Raven poked her in the side, and whispered; "Oz's younger sister." Evan nodded and turned back toward Oscar, absentmindedly rubbing the spot where she had been poked. She listened and nodded as Oscar went on with his story about how Ada had 'fallen in love', or something equally irritating. Well love in itself wasn't irritating, no; the fact that Evan had to be pulled out of target practice, dress up in some uniform and pretend that she understood Oscar's emotions was irritating. Evan didn't actually mind love.
"So, that's how it is!" Oscar finished dramatically, when no one commented he cried; "Well! It's an emergency isn't it!" suddenly Oz looked tired while Raven was clenching his teeth. "The reason we were forced to dress like this…!"
"Why of course! In order to confirm the truth of this letter with Ada- we're going! To sneak into the academy ourselves!" Evan stared out the window where they were currently on the outer edge of the school yard. Evan mumbled something in a foreign language.
"What was that?" Raven asked, rubbing his temples. Evan repeated herself.
"Tá sé seo cac, cén fáth go bhfuil muid anseo nuair a Raven agus beidh mé ag breathnú níos sine ná gach duine eile...Oscar bhfuil a bheith ina pervert..." Raven looked at her annoyed.
"Yes but what does it mean?"
"You don't want to know, you'll just get angry with me." Evan said innocently. Raven sighed as he exited the carriage. Evan followed as a grin grew on her lips, if only Aamir were here, he would have enjoyed the chaos that surrounded them at every corner as the situation was growing more and more idiotic.

Author's note: Hello…I had recently been up to the shooting range, and I decided that Evan and Raven needed a…moment. The gun I based it off of is a Taylor 1860 Army 44. Cal. Also if you really want to know what she said just go on Google translate…I won't tell you what language though ;3. (It wasn't anything bad, just insulting…)