Edited and Re-posted: 2/18/2019
Lindsay Crowe
The Chicago skyline was a beautiful sight. Endless high rises, each with a unique architecture, rose from the ground like titan pieces of art. Their numerous windows sparkled in the sunlight and reflected the deep blue sky above. Warmth and light bounced from Lake Michigan and blanketed the city.
The view truly was its own kind of magic and Lindsay Crowe had the best seat in the house.
Hidden away on the 52nd floor of one of Chicago's many skyscrapers was Crowe Manor. A modern palace decorated with sleek lines and gold fixtures. Muted tones covered the walls and the only pop of color was found in artwork and tasteful decor. To an outsider, this home would look no different than the other hundred large condos and penthouses in the city. However, upon closer inspection one might find that not everything is what it seems.
The apartment consumed an entire floor of its building, yet it seemed much larger then what the buildings square footage would allow for. Some hallways seemed to go on forever and doors led to rooms that were not marked on any floor plan. The family portraits that graced the walls moved and conversed with one another. Skulls of odd creatures were dipped in gold and displayed as one would a decorative vase. Bookshelves hosted large tomes and strange leather bound books. Among them a set titled 'The Articles of MACUSA' and 'Encyclopedia of Greek Incantations'.
The household was in chaos as house elves prepared for Lindsay's departure back to New Orleans- to Capet. Lindsay herself seemed unbothered by the mayhem around her. She lounged upon the blue chaise in her bedroom. A plate of picked over egg whites and bacon sat on her lap and a steaming mug of overly sugared coffee was in hand. The greasy food and caffeine just barely ebbing away at the pounding Lindsay felt in her head. A terrible symptom from her alcohol consumption the night before.
Lindsay's stormy grey eyes flickered across her room as she analyzed the contents of her closet. Clothing from both magical and non-magical, no-maj, designers floated to present themselves to Lindsay so that she could decide whether to take them to Capet or not. A flick of her wrist to the left meant 'No' and to the right meant 'Yes'. While Capet did require uniforms, it would be unspeakable for Lindsay to show up without options for any and every occasion.
Normally very decisive with her fashion choices, Lindsay's packing process was usually a painless one. However, this year was different. Lindsay had a statement to make and she would not allow for any mistakes.
At that very moment she was torn between two lace rompers. They were nearly exact copies, except that one was black and the other red. As the similarities meant Lindsay could not take both, she knew she needed a second opinion. Lindsay rose from her seat and made her way toward her floor length mirror near her closet door.
Staring at her reflection, Lindsay brushed back her long, champagne colored, locks before bringing the hair back over her shoulders to frame her diamond shaped face. While Lindsay had been blessed with clear skin, well, blessed with magic that helped her maintain clear skin, she took note of how visibly tired she looked. Her normally taunt and glowing skin seemed dull and her stormy grey eyes were a tad glassy. Lindsay knew these were the consequences of her late night partying.
Reaching out, Lindsay tapped a manicured finger against the cool glass, "Riley Kramer. 810 Bienville Street. New Orleans, Louisiana," with that Lindsay's mirror began to fog and her reflection faded away.
As Lindsay waited for her call to be answered her gaze drifted off to her forgotten desk in the corner of her room. Lindsay normally had no need for the gold accented piece of furniture. It was merely there for aesthetic purposes. Something for Lindsay to store her knick-knacks on to make the room look presentable.
Just when Lindsay was about to turn away a glossy texture caught her eye. It was just peeking out behind an unused decorative planner, but the sight of it filled Lindsay with rage. Immediately knowing what the offending object was Lindsay marched toward her desk and snatched the item from its hiding place.
It was a small, magical Polaroid photo. On the glossy white back was written in Lindsay's hand, 'L&D ~ 3.13.18'. Lindsay's delicate jaw set in defiance as she willed herself not to turn the photo over. She did not care to see herself or him in their bubble of false happiness- of ignorance.
The sound of knocking came from Lindsay's mirror and drew her attention in that direction. The glass was clearing up and Lindsay could now clearly see the image of Riley Kramer standing before her. Riley's ocean blue eyes were were underlined by light blue rings that showcased her drowsiness. Yet, Riley's fatigue did not take away from the fiery glare she sent Lindsay's way through their mirror connection.
Even when dreadfully tired, Riley was a natural beauty to behold. The milky color of her skin would look unhealthy on anyone else, including Lindsay, but it someone managed to give Riley a pale glow. Her deep blue eyes were currently complimented by her dyed strawberry blonde locks. Riley's hair was due for a touch-up as Lindsay could start to see her dark roots peeking through. When Riley cared to let her long locks regain their natural dark tone she was absolutely striking. The dark mocha colored locks contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and eyes.
It was apparent by Riley's tired appearance and oversized Weird Sisters band t-shirt that Lindsay had pulled her best friend from a deep slumber and Riley was not pleased.
"Lindsay. Sweet, Lindsay. This better be important because it's 9 A.M. and dream me and Chris Hemsworth were just about to get down to it. You know how I feel about my Hemsworths," Riley smiled vengefully at Lindsay. Though, the sparkle in Riley's eyes told Lindsay she was not as angry as she appeared.
"No wonder you look so grumpy," Lindsay smiled.
"I just got pulled away from a steamy make-out session with Thor. What's your excuse? You look alcohol depressed." Riley seemed genuinely curious as she looked at Lindsay's, gorgeous yet hollowed, appearance.
"Yeah, that's called a hangover. Which I was dealing with, like a champ, until I found this lurking in my belongings," Lindsay held up the polaroid for Riley to see.
Riley's smile faded and her lips pursed at the sight, "I thought you cleaned house after the breakup."
"As did I, but it would seem I didn't burn all the evidence," Lindsay said ruefully, "Ironic that I would find this just as I'm about to see him again."
"I would say it could be Fate telling you Dante regrets being an ass and will try to get you back, but I also barely passed Divination so I wouldn't call myself a reliable source."
The memories of Riley's rough bout with Professor von Rothman's Divination class brought a laugh from Lindsay. Riley was certainly one of Capet's most promising students. She excelled in practical magic and Divination was everything but practical.
"Oh, I don't think anyone will forget you and Nick nearly burning the school down during the fire-omens lesson," Lindsay laughed freely. She could clearly picture the look of pure horror on Professor von Rothman's face as Nicolas Andrews' sleeve caught fire after Riley's attempt at fanning the flames to get a better reading.
"And von Rothman now refuses to approve Nick and me for her upper-division course," Riley did not sound put out by this.
Lindsay watched as Riley walked away from the mirror and toward the armoire at the opposite end of her room. Now wide awake from Lindsay's intrusion Riley set out to get dressed for the day. Riley opened the door to her armoire to reveal her capsule collection for the season. An array of color, sequins, and pearls were the basis for Riley's modern 1920s style. She pulled forth a pair of high-rise sequined shorts and slipped them on under her Weird Sisters shirt.
Riley shot a look back to Lindsay, "Now get rid of that and pack that red romper."
Lindsay's sculpted brows rose, "How did you-"
"Your closet is getting impatient," Riley motioned with a free hand as she began braiding her strawberry locks.
Lindsay turned around to see that the objects in question were bouncing impatiently on their hangers. Lindsay pointed at the red romper. The black piece sorted itself away back into her closet while the red zipped itself inside her suitcase.
"I am officially packed," Lindsay nodded approvingly. Lindsay turned to see Riley tying her braid back with a silk scarf.
Riley opened her mouth to say something, but paused, "Have you seen any of this?" Riley reached for a newspaper that laid on her vanity, "MACUSA is losing their shit over Sauvage's newest hire. Those nosey New Yorkers can't seem to mind their own damn business and The Salem Post keeps releasing beauties like this 'Has Sauvage Finally Lost It? Some Demand His Resignation'."
Riley balled the article up in her hands and suddenly the paper was engulfed in flames. Riley glared at the burning parchment before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out with her foot. A loyal descendant of the French wizards that founded New Orleans- Lindsay knew her friend could not stand hearing anyone bad mouth NOLA or Headmaster Sauvage.
"Careful, Riles. You're talking to the daughter of two nosy New Yorkers, well, Chicagoans."
Riley rolled her eyes, but apologized all the same, "Sorry, but you don't see MACUSA sticking their nose in Ilvermorny's business. Personally, I think having Papa Mamba around is going to be awesome. We can finally learn how to make a proper voodoo doll."
"As tempting as that sounds, and trust me I have a list of potential victims, I'm too pretty for Alcatraz," Lindsay grinned.
"It's just a suggestion. A good one to keep in mind," Riley raised her hands in mock innocence.
A loud pop sounded through Lindsay's room causing her to turn. Standing at the opening to Lindsay's bedroom was Milie, the Crowe family's head house elf.
"Miss Lindsay, your car for Capet has arrived downstairs."
Lindsay nodded, "Thank you, Millie. Could you send my bags down?" Millie nodded and with a snap of her fingers the house elf removed herself and Lindsay's packed bags from the room.
"I will see you in a few hours," Lindsay said to Riley.
"See you at dinner," Riley nodded before tapping the glass and ending their connection.
Turning on her heels, Lindsay checked her reflection a final time. She would need to apply her makeup and put on her uniform in the car. Lindsay paused when she noticed that she had been so caught up with Riley that she was still holding that magical polaroid in her hand. Still without looking, Lindsay took both corners in hand and ripped clean down the middle.
With a pleased smirk, Lindsay stomped down the endless white hall of her house toward the elevator. She continued to tear at the photo as she went until she passed an open window. A flick of her wrist sent the pieces scattering onto the streets below.
"It's time to go home," Lindsay sighed happily as she entered the elevator.
Faye Lavine
A breathy hiss left Faye as the blade slid against her palm. Blood pooled from the open gash and into the wooden bowl filled with herbs in front of her. The scent of heavy sage and copper caused Faye's nose to crinkle.
Faye did not bother with a bandage as she knew the wound may have to be reopened later depending on her rate of success. Instead she clutched a rag in her palm against the wound. The fingers of her good hand began to flip through the pages of the worn leather tome at her feet. Sadly, the grimoire was handwritten, no easy printed text or italicized translations for those that did not speak fluent latin.
Faye's honeyed eyes squinted at her own worn notebook that sitting in her lap. Two sets of handwriting, one belonging to Faye and the other to Professor von Rothman, explained the steps needed to execute the spell. Faye's lips formed silent syllables as she committed those instructions to memory.
Without disturbing the pentagram of salt she had created on the floor, Faye stretched out in the center. She reached and placed the bowl of bloodied belongings outside the circle. Professor von Rothman had said Faye would need to tether herself to the waking world in order to safely astral project. A literal bowl of her own blood should suffice.
Eyes closed, Faye began the incantation. Several times, she repeated those latin words until she could feel the air around her become heavy. Static filled the space and caused goose flesh. She became lightheaded and her body tingled. Faye's words stopped as she could no longer feel the hard floor below her.
Slowly, Faye opened her eyes. Her face broke out in a slow smile when Faye saw that the world around her had taken on a blue tint. She no longer felt dizzy, just, simply light.
She had done it. Faye was astral projecting. As of that moment, Faye had no doubts she was the most advanced student of Divination currently at Capet. Faye took a steady breath and raised hesitantly into a sitting position. Glancing back, Faye saw her physical body still resting on the floor.
Faye lifted herself to her feet. A pleased laugh left her lips as she twirled above her own sleeping form. She stepped over to the edge of the salt circle and paused. Removing herself from the transition circle was the true test of her success. Faye took a deep breath and moved to stand outside the circle.
Professor von Rothman had told the class that it took most wizards years to perfect astral projection. To leave one's body soulless in the waking world was dangerous. That is why a tether between the soul and the physical body was absolutely needed. At least it was for beginners. Professor von Rothman often showed off her superior arcane skills by walking around class in her astral form during tests to prevent cheating. She made it look so effortless.
However, there Faye stood. Sixteen and able to astral project on her own without another wizard's magic to aid her- that was how it was taught in class. Pride swelled in her chest as Faye walked across her room toward her door.
Faye was stopped by an abrupt pull in her stomach. Faye's vision became cloudy. Her skin, or the thin veil of energy that was her astral skin, became clamey. With each step, Faye became weaker and a pain formed between her eyes.
"Just a little further," Faye said to herself.
She felt like an over extended rubber band. Faye was stuck in place and could not stretch herself out any further from her body. In an instant, Faye's astral form was yanked back to her physical body.
Faye gasped like she had been pushed into a bath of ice water. A soft sheen of sweat covered her body and she ached- everywhere. Her eyesight had yet to return to normal and everything looked grey.
The door creaked open to reveal Faye's older sister, Cerise. Cerise waltzed into Faye's darkened bedroom. Her golden wolf-like eyes examined the scene before her. Cerise shook her head, hair layered mahogany hair bounced with the motion, a small smile graced her beautiful features.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to hit up Stanley for lunch," Cerise's thick cajun accent soothed Faye's aching head. Cerise walked over and picked the old grimoire up off the floor, "Don't tell me- Aunt Demitra?" Cerise asked, referring to Professor von Rothman by her first name.
Faye nodded, "Yep. Level two astral projection."
"Level two, huh? Outside the circle- impressive. How far did ya get?" Cerise asked with a smile.
Cerise's boots sounded against the wooden floor as she made her way to the window. She gently placed the grimoire onto Faye's lavender duvet as she went. Light engulfed the room as the french blinds were raised.
"Nearly to the door," Faye matched her sister's grin, "but I can't hold that form for long. Prue Halliwell made this look easy."
"Prue Halliwell is a fictional character and Charmed was far from realistic."
Faye chuckled and nodded. Charmed was certainly one of the most non viable sources of magical use. It was an entertaining show though.
Cerise kneeled in front of Faye's still sitting form. The light from the window casted a glowing halo behind Cerise's head. Faye could clearly see the golden highlights in her mahogany locks. Her olive skin held a healthy glow, high cheekbones and a feline-like jawline gave structure to her features. Cerise was gorgeous. It made Faye proud that she was often told how much like Cerise she looked.
However, there was one prominent thing that marred Cerise's beauty. A large, pink scar encompassed the space of Cerise's left shoulder and neck. The indentations of teeth marks were clear in her pink flesh. No-majs simply believed Cerise had been involved in a bad animal attack. Any magical being could sense the magic that radiated from the fresh marking. They knew it was a werewolf bite.
Cerise took Faye's hand in her own and pulled forth her own wand, "Curatio."
A golden glow stemmed from Cerise's wand and covered Faye's hand. The spell sealed Faye's open wound. Cerise pulled Faye up and steadied her when Faye began to sway.
"Dizzy? Let's postpone lunch until I can get some herbs in you. Astral projection tends to take a bit out of you. I think I still have some ginkgo biloba in the kitchen," with that Faye allowed herself to be led into the hallway toward the kitchen.
Once they reached the kitchen, Faye took a seat at the counter while Cerise began opening cabinets looking for her herbs. Faye knew that if it was not for her sister's lycanthrophy Cerise would have already had a job as a medi-witch. Cerise knew more about healing spells and herbs than most self-proclaimed healers. The fact that MACUSA had become more relaxed on magical creature laws since the 1920s did not take away from the fact it was still difficult for Cerise to find a job outside her pack or Capet grounds.
"I remember the first time I tried to astral project. I couldn't even leave my body. Mom was so disappointed she begged Aunt Demitra to give me private lessons, but I was a lost cause. Aunt Demitra said my third-eye was pretty much non-existent and- Ah! There you are," Cerise exclaimed. She rose to the tips of her toes to grab the glass jar of green ginkgo biloba powder from the cabinet.
"Mom still doesn't believe you're her kid. She says there is no way a Lavine can suck so bad in Divination," Faye grinned.
"Hey! I didn't suck," Cerise laughed in her own defense, "I just wasn't good. Figured I'd quit while I was ahead before I ended up like that kid from the Salem Institute. I don't think they ever got his soul back into his body."
Cerise trailed off for a moment. Her smile had died and she seemed in deep thought, "I want you to stay close to Aunt Demitra and Calion with year. Just until things blow over."
"Is this about Papa Mamba or is this about the pack?" Faye asked curiously. Everyone in New Orleans could feel the tension in the air in regards to Papa Mamba, yet, not many knew about the drama going on inside NOLA's resident werewolf pack.
"Both. There is a lot I can't talk to you about, Alpha's orders, but I don't trust Papa Mamba. Ever since he started stepping out of the shadows things have gotten weird," Cailon did not specify what she had meant as she poured tea from the kettle into a mug and placed it in front of Faye, "Careful, it's hot."
"How weird are we talking?" Faye questioned as she blowed on the steaming mug. She lifted the mug carefully to her lips and took a sip of the sweet concoction.
Cerise sighed, her teeth began to gnaw viciously at her lower lip, "Weird enough that you and your friends should avoid leaving Capet grounds during a full moon. The pack had a few mishaps last month. Some wolves took a bit longer to transition back than usual and it caused… problems. Just promise me you won't get too involved in this mess."
"How would I get too involved anyway?"
"You are exactly like dad. He was too curious about these sorts of things. Always gone on some scavenger hunt on the other side of the world looking for artifacts and speaking to occult shamans," Cerise's eyes lowered to study the counter. Faye knew Cerise hated talking about their dad.
Gabriel Lavine had disappeared when Cerise was only three years old while their mother, Raven, was pregnant with Faye. A collector of magical artifacts, Gabriel was known to leave town at the drop of a hat to chase down new leads. Raven used to accompany him early in their marriage, but, with a toddler and a baby on the way, Raven had to stayed behind on this trip. Gabriel never came back and as time passed and the Lavine sisters grew Raven and Gabriel's friends began to accept that his curiosity had finally gotten the best of him.
Faye reached across the counter and placed her hand on top of Cerise's, "I'm not going to vanish like dad did, but, if it will make you feel better, then I promise I'll be careful."
Cerise forced a smile, "Good, thank you. And please also promise me that this year you'll finally do something about the Luke situation."
"There is no Luke situation. He's my best friend," Faye blushed.
"A best friend you've been avoiding all summer and using me as an excuse to do so?" Cerise raised a brow, "Don't look surprised. Thin walls and heightened hearing means I hear all your phone calls. I don't mean to, but I can't help it."
"Avoiding is a strong word. I merely put aside hanging with my friends to look after my newly bitten werewolf sister."
"Which is sweet and appreciated, but I'm a big girl, big bad wolf actually, I can look after myself. You can't use me as an excuse to run away from your feelings," Cerise walked around the counter and patted Faye's shoulder as she passed, "Finish your tea so that we can go eat. I'm starving."
Faye drowned the rest of her tea and placed the mug into the sink. Upon standing, Faye noticed how much better she know felt. Cerise's tea worked like a charm. With a new found vigor, Faye made her way down the stairs to meet Cerise at the door.
Dante Francesco
The impact of a foot against his chest caused Dante to release a pained grunt. The force sent Dante stumbling back, but did not knock him off his feet.
"Lucky shot," Dante muttered loud enough for his opponent to hear him.
"Not lucky, kid. Just experienced," Abraham boasted.
Experienced was right. Dante was an excellent fighter, no one could deny that, but Abraham moved with a fierceness well beyond his age. Pushing forty, Abraham did not look as fast and powerful as he was. He was a worthy adversary- Dante was going to enjoy beating him.
Noticing Dante's moment of distraction, Abraham ducked down and attempted to sweet Dante's feet. Dante saw the move coming and jumped over Abraham's leg. Abraham used the momentum of his failed leg sweet to jump up and try to land a kick to Dante's leg. Dante easily blocked the kick with his arm.
Fallen back into a defensive position, Dante allowed Abraham to get in a few quick jabs against to his torso. Dante knew from experience that it took more energy to land a hit than to miss one.
He figured that he would waste more of his own energy trying to combat Abraham's offensive attack. Thus, Dante allowed Abraham to wear himself out.
The sparring match had been going on for several minutes now, with Abraham doing most of the work, and it was clear Abraham was getting sloppy. Dante saw his opening and took it. Dropping his defensive tactic, Dante jabbed his elbow into the soft muscle between Abraham's ribs. This knocked the breath out of the older man and caused him to bend over. Dante rammed his knee into Abraham's chest to further weaken him before flipping Abraham over and onto the training mat.
Abraham coughed as he attempted to fill his bruised chest with air, "Really, kid? That last knee was a pretty cheap move."
"It's not like you were pulling any punches, Abe," Dante smirked as he rolled his shoulders. The muscles of his back taunt.
"I knew I didn't need to. Besides, it defeats the purpose of your training if I go easy on you. Help an old timer up, will you," Abe laughed and held is arm out to Dante.
Dante grasped the man's hand in his own and pulled Abraham to his feet, "You're hardly old."
"Maybe not, but I'm really feeling those aching joints right now," Abraham took his other hand and clapped Dante's hand between the both of his, "You've done well, Dante. Your Muay Thai is as good as mine and I have nothing left to teach you."
Dante clasped Abraham's hands roughly, conveying his respects, before releasing the man, "Thank you for everything, Abe. Are you going to be sticking around or are you heading back to home to Italy?"
"I'll be on my way tomorrow. I've got a stop to make in New York before heading home."
Dante nodded and passed the man a towel before using his own to wipe the sweat from his back, "I see. Well, it was good to see you. You should come back to visit soon."
"I plan to. Morgana's Comet is scheduled to make a reappearance soon. No better place to see her then New Orleans. I'll catch you later, kid," with that Abraham exited the training courtyard.
Dante gave him a curt wave. Taking a glance up at the sky over the courtyard Dante estimated how much time had passed. Five house and Capet's doors would open once again for Dante's final year. Honestly, Dante was looking forward to going back, despite the fact that he did not like the idea of spending his final year in a classroom with a voodoo priest and Lord Bloodsucker himself, Marcus Vouclain.
The Francesco family had been in New Orleans since its founding. They strived to keep the streets clean against dark magic and monsters and know Dante had to sit in class with those his family sore to vanquish. Decades of traditions and monster hunting were lost because of laws set in the 1800s. Laws protecting well-to-do creatures against huntsmen.
Dante was not foolish or blinded by family teachings. He knew that not all creatures were cruel or dangerous. The good often outweighed the bad. Yet, the bad were many and those laws protected them as well. It boiled Dante's blood to think about it. To think about the laws that protected his sister's murderer from him.
Dante was broken from his thoughts when he heard the sound of steady footsteps descending the courtyard stairs. He did not need to turn to know it was his father. Italian loafers made a surprisingly distinctive sound.
Giovani Francesco was the personification of a modern pureblood. Regal, well spoken and educated, always dressed to the nines, and one can never forget the age-old pureblood superiority complex. Standing at 6'3 and built like a martial artist under that perfectly tailored Armani suit, Giovani was an intimidating man. Dante was also sure his father only had one facial expression- aiding the intimidation factor.
"Very nice, Dante. Abraham may not be in his prime anymore, but he isn't easily caught off guard. You did well by allowing him to wear himself out. Although, do not forget that trick will not work on most magical creatures."
Dante nodded along, acting as if he was taking his father's words to heart. Giovani was not saying anything Dante had not heard a thousand times.
"I know, father," Dante brushed back the umber hairs that had clung to his forehead, "I have studied weakness for every magical creature ever listed in the Huntsmen Charter since I was five."
"Do not get cocky, Dante. Many good hunters have fallen to their own pride," Giovani scolded.
"We aren't at war anymore, father. The factions have policed themselves just fine for the past two hundred years. Hunters are obsolete now. New Orleans doesn't need us to patrol the streets and keep the monsters in-line anymore," there was a heavy bitterness in Dante's voice that his father easily recognized.
"Hmm, that is what they like to think, yes. The average wizard believes our traditions are useless and outdated. That is until a creature comes along and slaughters one of their loved ones. You know as well as I do that those laws do nothing to protect the victims and their families," Giovani spat out.
The slightest flash of sadness passed in Giovani's dark orbs as he continued, "Sauvage is a fool to believe he can maintain this so called harmony within the factions. He is so blinded by this childish vision of peace that he goes out of his way to protect those creatures. Sweeps their mistakes and their violence under the rug. He puts his own students in danger every day he allows Capet's doors to be open to those dogs and bloodsuckers. Feel lucky that this is your final year. Hopefully this sinking ship can hold out for one more year."
"Now, Daring," Dante's mother, Sasha, had heard their conversation and stepped out into the courtyard from the conservatory, "That isn't fair. Laurent has tried so hard to foster peace here in New Orleans. Even you cannot deny that his actions haven't been in vain. The vampires keep to their mansion, they hunt outside the city, and the werewolves stay far away during the full moon. The no-majs are none the wiser."
Sasha Francesco looked like a piece of Venetian art come to life. Elegant and other-wordly. She always managed to be the voice of reason and was the only person on the planet that Giovani would defer to.
"Laurent's few good deeds do not take away from the mistakes he has made. Several respectable families have already transferred their children out of Capet because of Sauvage newest stunt."
Sasha gave an airy laugh, "And sent them where? The Salem Institute? It's a terrible excuse for a school. Ilvermorny? No, that dreadful place is too concerned with pleasing MACUSA for a New Orleans wizard to ever feel comfortable there. There is a reason, Gio, that families from all over America try to send their kids here, but we never dare venture out there. Give these respectable families a few weeks. They will be back in New Orleans begging Sauvage to re-enroll their children."
Giovani looked ready to respond before something behind Dante caught his attention, "What is it, Lorenzo?"
Lorenzo, the house elf, rung his hands together as he spoke, "Forgive me, Master Francesco. Alexander Adamas is here for Master Dante."
On cue, in walked the man in question. Alexander Adamas, better known as Lex, was Dante's oldest friend and confidant. Only slightly shorter than Dante, Lex had the same intimidating build and equally dark hair. Their eyes were even a similar shade of dark brown. It was not uncommon for the two Sapientia students to be mistaken for brothers.
Lex waltzed forward. A cocky half-smile worn on his lips as he zeroed in on Dante's mother first. Always the charmer, Lex was sure to great the lady of the house first.
"Mrs. Francesco, you look radiant as always," Lex's British accent gave his deep voice elegance as he spoke. He reached for Sasha's hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.
"Lex, my dear, it's good to see you. How was your summer?" Sasha asked kindly.
"Less than interesting, I'm afraid. I managed to keep myself entertained with some Quidditch practice. Not that I really needed it," Lex boasted causing Dante to roll his eyes.
Lex had always fancied himself the best Quidditch player at Capet. He also made a point of letting everyone else know how good he thought he was. Dante could not deny Lex was skilled, but personally did not agree that Lex was the best at Capet. Considering, that Dante himself was a pretty impressive player as well.
"I see your head grew a few sizes over the summer," Dante taunted as he walked off the training mat toward Lex.
Lex was too self-confident to worry about defending himself. Instead he gave a good natured laugh and met Dante half-way. The two clasped hands before going in for a quick 'bro' hug.
"Just giving credit where it's due. Which is to myself obviously since I won Sapientia the Quidditch Cup last year," Lex smugly reminded his friend.
Dante shook his head at this. It was no wonder most people believed Lex to be a self-absorbed bastard. Not that they were completely wrong. Lex was indeed arrogant and self-centered, putting himself ahead of everyone, but a select few. There were only a handful of people who were lucky enough to get to know Lex past his narcissistic exterior.
"Keep telling yourself that," Dante responded sarcastically.
"Oh, I will," Lex grinned, "Now, you should go shower. I figured we could take a walk around and grab a drink before Capet's doors open."
Dante watched Lex for a moment and smirked. There was a slightest hint of apprehension and excitement on Lex's face. A look Lex tried, and failed, to hide from Dante's trained eyes. Over the past few months Dante had come to equate that look to one particular person in Lex's life.
Sasha looked between the two boys and walked over to her husband, "Well, Gio and I have reservations for dinner. You boys should go out and have some fun, but please, for the love of Circe, behave yourselves."
"Come now, Mrs. Francesco, when are we anything but respectable?" Lex asked with a toothy grin.
Giovani looked the slightest bit amused as he glanced at Lex, "I'm sure much more often than either of you will admit. Dante, be sure to get all your things to Capet on time. Once you two get a free afternoon you should come back and the four of us will have dinner. Goodnight, boys."
After Giovani and Sasha had left through the conservatory door, Lex turned to Dante, "Seven years and I've only ever seen your dad make one expression."
"Try eighteen years," Dante laughed, "Anyway, care to share why you look so excited to grab a drink? Hoping to see someone?"
Lex had earned himself a reputation as one of Capet's top ladies men. Dante was quickly figuring out that it was not a title Lex intended to keep. Before 6th year, Lex had been making his way through a fraction of the Capet's female population. That was before a certain Validus hot-head caught his attention.
Lex shrugged, "Perhaps. Maybe I'll be looking for my cousin. I'm sure she'd love to see you."
Dante smirked at Lex's clear deflection. He refused to allow Lex to use his ex, Lex's cousin, to rile him up, "You really think? I must have misread the situation when she threw a stinging curse at me last year."
"Women are complicated. They tend to get violent when their pride is injured."
"Speaking from experience?" Dante jabbed.
"Yes, I am actually. I'm also speaking from experience when I say Lindsay holds grudges," Lex explained.
"Thanks for the warning," Dante wrapped his towel around his neck and made his way toward the french doors that led into his home, "Give me some time to shower and finish packing. We'll go get that drink and you can look around for that person you're pretending you don't stalk."
Lex gave a dry laugh and followed Dante into his home.
Nicholas Andrews
"Just to be clear. I'm banned from Russo's for..." Nicholas pondered as they passed his once favorite burger place.
"-Ever," His best friend, Natalia Assuro, reminded him from his left.
"Indefinitely," Ainslee Chavert, his second best friend, continued from his right.
"No chance at redemption and you got us banned with you. Thanks for that, Nicky," Natalia gave him a sarcastic smile as the trio continued down the cobblestone streets of New Orleans.
The trio had just arrived to New Orleans after spending the last two weeks of summer in Italy with Natalia's family. While the past couple of days had been amazing, Nicholas could not deny how happy he was to be back in NOLA. Capet was the only place that had ever given Nicholas a sense of belonging. For that, this delinquent would always be grateful to the Crescent City.
Nicholas reached up and ruffled his own midnight blue hair, "Well, you would think a business owner would show a bit of professionalism and separate his personal problems from his business."
Ainslee smirked, "You did apparently break his sweet daughter's heart. You should have seen it, Nick. Poor girl spent the first month of summer moping around and telling everyone what a heartless bastard you are," Ainslee ended with a laugh.
"That is not my fault. I made it very clear to Lizzie that all I was offering was a good time. It's not my problem she wrongly assumed she could tame this wild stallion," Nicholas flexed his arms causing the girls on either side to laugh, "I guess I'm just that good. She got attached."
"Just thank Merlin she's a no-maj. I'd hate having to deal with another one of your lovesick flings at school," Natalia added.
"At least Nick's Capet flings don't go around telling everyone the reason he can't commit to them is because he's sleeping with both of us," Ainslee sighed, though the humor was not lost in her voice.
Nicholas chuckled and wrapped an arm around both girls' shoulders, "The truth was going to come out at some point ladies. What do you say? After graduation we can become a triad. Pledge our lives to one another and our love of mischief and debauchery."
Natalia and Ainslee seemed unbothered by Nicholas' suggestion. Friends for six years, the three had grown up together, went through puberty together. They knew things about one another that no one else probably ever would. That type of familiarity did not leave room for discomfort or embarrassment.
Nicholas looked between his two best friends and laminated on just how attractive the two were. Natalia, with her wavy raven hair framing her angular features and piercing jade eyes, looked like an Italian catalog model. Olive skin, curvacious, sexy- Natalia just radiated a dangerous and mysterious vibe. Ainslee was more of the unapproachable, statuesque beauty. Tall, athletic, lightly tanned, hot as hell. Her usual her chocolate brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail, showing off her defined beauty. Her icy blue eyes held an ironic warmth in them as she laughed with Natalia.
There were quite a number of people who did not believe Nicholas when we swore he had never made advances toward his two friends- not seriously at least. Nicholas had thought about it in the past. However, as cliche as it sounded, Nicholas never wanted to do anything that would jeopardize his friendship with Natalia and Ainslee. As attractive as he found them, the two were the only people in Nicholas' life he could truly call family.
"As much as I love Nattie, I don't think I could ever share, even with her," Ainslee stated.
"That's fair," Natalia nodded, "You're hot, but not that hot, Ains."
"Don't make any rash decisions now. We've still got a year until graduation. Plenty of time to reconsider," Nicholas winked at Ainslee who had looked up at him.
"The only thing I want to reconsider right now is where we are going to eat," Natalia said.
"Copper Monkey is two blocks away. The burgers aren't as good as Russo's, but the fries are bomb," Ainslee, the New Orleans native of the group, offered, "Plus, I don't think Nick has slept with the staff."
"I make you no promises," Nicholas laughed.
The three continued to laugh and joke as they walked. Nods of acknowledgement were thrown in the direction of fellow Capet students they recognized walking the streets. Rows of brick buildings and colorful balconies led them toward their destination. Tourists and residents alike were hanging from those balconies. Glasses of alcoholic mixtures in hand and smiles on their faces.
The Copper Monkey was lively when they entered. The bar was full of patrons consumed in their own conversations or drowning drinks. Dimly lit, there was something warm and comforting about the atmosphere.
Nicholas detached himself from the girls, "I'm going to go put in an order. How about you guys rack-up at the pool table?"
"Sounds good to me. Nattie owes me a rematch anyway," Ainslee stated.
There was a challenging glint in Ainslee's pale eyes that made Natalia smirk. Ainslee was by far the most competitive person Natalia had ever met. It was not just about sports or school work to Ainslee- it was anything and everything. Anything that Ainslee's brain could perceive as a competition was taken as one. Because of this trait, Ainslee had gained the reputation of being catty and ruthless at times.
Not that Natalia minded at all. Natalia loved a good challenge and Ainslee often offered her one.
"You say that like you actually have a chance," Natalia laughed and led her friend over towards the empty table near the back.
"Careful, Nattie. I'm about to make you eat those words. Rack-em up," Ainslee nodded toward the velvet top table.
Nicholas turned toward the bar as his friends walked away. He leaned against the mahogany top and waited for the bartender to notice him. Nicholas had been to the Copper Monkey enough times to be pretty friendly with the wait staff. They knew his regular order and once the bartender caught Nicholas' eye she nodded toward him.
"Nick, good to see you, kid. Bacon and ranch fries and a coke?" Crystal asked kindly before noticing Nattie and Ainslee, "Double that order with three cokes?"
"You're the best, Crystal," Nick winked and placed the money on the bar as Crystal rang him up.
"I know," Crystal winked back, her smokey lavender eyes flashing as she did. Unseelie Fairies- forever flirts, but will never engage with non-fey romantically. Nicholas learned that lesson the hard way, "I'll have Berry bring your order to the table when it's ready. You and the girls try not to cause any trouble."
"Trouble? Us?" Nicholas questioned. He schooled his features to appear much more innocent then he'd ever truly be.
Crystal laughed as Nicholas turned away and headed back toward the pool table where Ainslee and Natalia were waiting.
Ainslee was currently learned over the table. Her icy eyes narrowed and she stared, unblinkingly at one of the striped balls. With a smooth push, Ainslee easily sinked her target into the corner pocket. Ainslee remained straight-faced as she circled the table. Nicholas watched as Ainslee eyes darted from her targets to the table's pockets. Her brain quickly deducing which balls she could easily sink and which would be too difficult.
Even though the game had just started, Nicholas could tell that Nattie was well ahead due to a good break. Ainslee knew this and remained focused on her goal of catching up with Nattie.
"Be the ball, Ains," Nicholas stated from directly behind Ainslee, "You gotta get your head in the game."
Ainslee jumped slightly as she was torn away from her inner thoughts. She whipped around quickly, her dark pony-tail slapping Nicholas across the face as she did so.
"If that was a High School Musical reference I will stop being your friend," Ainslee glared playfully at Nicholas.
She looked ready to say more, but her demeanor changed quickly as she noticed something over Nicholas' shoulder. Ainslee's eyes hardened and softened all at once. She crossed her arms over her chest loosely.
Natalia, who stood at the opposite end of the table, looked just as bothered- if not more annoyed. Natalia now leaned against the pool table with her hands gripped at the velvet edge. A perfectly arched brow raised as her jade eyes remained trained on something behind Nicholas.
Nicholas sighed and turned around. He knew there were only two people that could get those responses out of his friends.
His eyes immediately found the two people in question.
Making their way toward the pool tables was Dante Francesco and Lex Adamas. The two towered over most other bar patrons. Their hulking forms and air of importance parting the crowd like the Red Sea.
Nicholas sized the other males up and determined the best course of action. Nicholas had never been too fond of either of them. Their haughty attitudes and up-tight pureblood dementors always rubbed Nicholas the wrong way. However, Dante was a childhood friend of Ainslee's, thus, Nicholas had been forced to put up with his presence. More so, when Dante was dating Nicholas' fellow Validus student, Lindsay Crowe.
In Nicholas' opinion, that relationship had been more about status then anything else. Nicholas couldn't blame Dante. Lindsay was hot and Nick himself had done a lot of dumb things for hot girls. Eventhen, Nick never dated and stayed with a chick because she was hot.
When Capet's 'It' couple finally called it quits it had been messy. Rumors went flying faster than anyone could keep up and, to Nick and Nattie's displeasure, most people pointed the finger at Ainslee.
They had Lindsay Crowe's wounded ego to thank for that.
"Nick, Natalia" Dante nodded as he got closer. His dark eyes singled out Ainslee, "Ains. It's good to see you. I was a bit worried when I didn't hear from you."
Ainslee forced her lips to form a smile, "I've been in Italy with Nattie and Nick for most the summer. I just needed to get away from the NOLA rumor mill for a while."
"I know the feeling," Dante nodded, his eyes roaming over the crowd around them.
Nicholas took notice that there were more than a few Capet students inside the bar. Peering eyes locked onto Dante and Ainslee. Nick could already hear the lies and misconceptions that would be spreading through Capet's halls tomorrow.
"They really don't have lives do they?" Ainslee's tone turned hard as she stared down a seventh-year Gaudium student who watched them from the bar. The Gaudium girl paled and turned away quickly.
"No, they don't," Lex responded with a smirk, "that is why they are so hyper focused on yours. You're interesting. Take it as a complement."
Ainslee gave Lex a tight smile, "That's easy for you to say. You don't have half the school going around calling you a whore over something that didn't happen."
"Oh, Love, but they do call me a whore. The exception is that I actually did the things they say, so why should I be ashamed?" Lex asked, "Besides the other half of the school is on your side. It's all about perception."
Nicholas watched as Ainslee's shoulders tensed and her eyes narrowed. Lex's pep-talk was obviously not what Ainslee wanted to hear and Natalia could sense it as well.
"And what is your perception, Lex? Considering your cousin is the root of the problem?" Natalia snapped as she came to stand in front of Lex.
Natalia's jade eyes bore into Lex, daring him to say the wrong thing in front of Ainslee again. Both friends knew that Ainslee was more than capable of fighting her own battles. However, they both also knew this was a sensitive topic for Ainslee.
Ignoring Natalia's square-off with Lex, Nattie could take him herself if needed, Nicholas stepped forward to be directly behind Aislee once again. Gently, Nick slung an arm over Ainslee's shoulders and pulled her to his chest. The minor shake of Ainslee's shoulders and her death grip on the pool stick told Nicholas that she was trying very hard not to give their onlookers a piece of her mind.
"It's not worth it, Ains. Not here at least. We can deal with them later," Nicholas said.
There was a mischievously grim promise in Nicholas' voice. Nick's eyes scanned the area and took note of everyone he recognized. It had been too long since Capet had witnessed one of the Validus' Trios' famous pranks- and now Nick knew their targets.
"Harassing them isn't going to stop the rumors," Ainslee huffed.
"No, but humiliating them will make you feel better."
Ainslee seemed unsure as she leaned back into Nicholas' form. She seemed sated for a moment. That was until Dante chose to voice is unnecessary opinion.
"Just ignore them, Ainslee. They have nothing better to do with their lives. Who cares what they think anyway?"
Nicholas rolled his eyes and dropped his head to Ainslee's shoulder for a moment before looking up to glare at Dante. For a Sapientia student, the guy really was clueless. At least where Ainslee was concerned. When Ains is upset the last thing she wants to hear is anyone's attempt at logic.
Ainslee stepped out of Nicholas grip, "That's easy for you to say, Francesco. I don't see anyone giving you shit for breaking up with Crowe. No, it's all my fault," Ainslee slammed her pool stick down on the table, "I care what they think because I'm the one that has to deal with it."
With that, Ainslee stomped toward the door. Her ponytail swinging with every step. Nicholas' jaw set as he watched several Capet students leer in Ainslee's direction as she fled.
"You know for someone that claims to be one of Ainslee's friends you seem content with letting her take the heat for your mistakes," Natalia snarled in Dante's direction.
Natalia did not give Dante the chance to respond as she stalked toward the door in pursuit of Ainslee. Nicholas chuckled as Natalia harshly shoulder-checked the onlooking Gaudium student on her way out causing the girl to spill her drink on her shirt and pants.
Nicholas turned his attention toward Dante and Lex, "She's not wrong. Ains doesn't deserve this."
Dante signed, the motion lifting his rigid shoulders, "I never meant for things to turn back on Ains like this."
"We all have your pissed off ex to thank for that one," Nick reminded, "I don't like either one of you enough to sit here and chat like we're cool. I'm going to go find Ains and Nattie."
Nicholas wasted no time abandoning the Sapientia guys for the exit.
Avalon Ross
There was simply something magical about the French Quarter. An energy that radiated from the very core of the city and brought life to everything it touched. This energy ignited something in people. It made them feel alive, wondrous, and powerful.
The lovely sweet scent of pastries and sounds of smooth jazz soothed the soul. Calmed anxieties and made one feel at home. No-majs walked the streets side-by-side with wizards and magical creatures. They felt safe. Not because they didn't know any better, but because the warmth of New Orleans and its residents made it known that they were, in fact, safe.
Anyone, from any walk-of-life, could feel at home in the Crescent City.
The lowering sun cast a golden hue upon the streets. Artists lined the streets with their canvases and easels. They painted a variety of colorful scenery, abstracts, and some were sketching patrons as quirky cartoon characters.
A sly smile graced Avalon's lips as she watched the many street performers. Some of them no-maj con artists, while others were true magical creatures simply enjoying showing off their abilities to the ignorant bystanders.
There is the possibility that Avalon is a bit bias in her love for her hometown. Though, who wouldn't want to live in a city where magic radiated from the very foundation?
Avalon grinned as she caught sight of Faye and Cerise Lavine leaving Dally's Candy Shop. Once Faye caught sight of Avalon with her honeyed gaze she gave a blinding smile and practically skipped over in Avalon's direction. Faye's older sister, Cerise, trained behind.
"Hey there, pretty lady," Faye said affectionately, "Long time, no see."
Faye opened her arms wide and wrapped Avalon in a warm hug. A gesture Avalon happily returned.
"And whose fault is that? You literally live down the road, yet, you didn't call me to hang out once during break," Avalon glared playfully, "Hey, Cerise."
The elder Lavine smiled and pulled Avalon into a side-hug, "Avalon. It's good to see you, chère. How has your summer been?"
"It's been good. Would have been better if one of my best friends called me back," Avalon side-eyed Faye, "but I made due. I spent most my time with my dad and Natalie."
Cerise gave a sheepish smile, "I feel the need to apologize for Faye's absence. Faye has been the perfect sister over the summer helping me with my changes. That, and she's been avoiding a certain someone and hasn't wanted to leave the house."
"Okay! Cerise, weren't you just leaving to go see Calion?" Faye deflected quickly.
Avalon and Cerise shared a knowing look and failed to hold in their giggles. Cerise seemed to take pity on her flushed younger sister. With a grin still firmly in place, Cerise informed the girls that she would give them some alone time while she went to speak with Calion- Professor Roux. Cerise placed a bag of candy in Avalon's hands before making her way down the cobblestone streets.
Avalon watched Cerise go with a fond smile. Avalon was well aware that the Lavine sisters had been going through a rough patch after Cerise's attack. Even though Avalon knew Cerise had found a place in Professor Roux's pack, it was still nice to see Cerise had not only recovered nicely, but had retained her cheerful demeanor and sense of humor.
"So…" Avalon started, the grin on her face so wide her cheeks were beginning to hurt.
"Please, don't start," Faye whined in protest.
"Is this certain someone your avoiding tall, blonde, and good-looking? Smart, but incredibly blind to what is right in front of him? Complete teen-romance novel type of guy that can't tell that his best friend and his one-true-love are one in the same?"
"That is an oddly specific guess," Faye said, "You spent a lot of time this summer reading no-maj novels."
"Hey, don't be hating on To All The Boys I've Loved Before. It was a great book and you could learn something from it," Avalon challenged.
"You want me to write a bunch of love letters and never send them so that someone else can intentionally leak them?" Faye asked, her brows rising as she stared at Avalon.
"No, Faye," Avalon groaned, "You could do what the main character didn't and own up to your feelings to avoid any confusion."
"And ruin my relationship with my best friend in the process? Yeah, I'm not seeing the appeal."
While the duo was distracted, someone stomped through the middle of them, shattering their personal bubble and moment. They bumped into Avalon roughly causing her to grab hold of a nearby bench to steady herself.
Avalon's hazel eyes locked onto the perpetrator. High ponytail, dark brown hair, model tall- Ainslee Chavert, Avalon deduced quickly.
"Really, Chavert?" Avalon snapped after the girl.
Anger rose in Avalon's chest as she knew Ainslee wasn't blind and had to have seen them standing there. Ainslee glanced over her shoulder, her icy eyes boring into Avalon as she continued on her path. Ainslee acknowledged what she had done but certainly didn't seem interested in apologizing.
"Well, isn't she a ball of sunshine? Thank Merlin neither of us has to room with her," Faye said, "I don't know how the other Validus girls put up with someone so-" Faye paused to search for the right word.
"Childish, catty, self-destructive, competitive- Shall I go on?" Avalon offered, earning a grin from Faye.
Avalon reached up and brushed several strands of her expresso colored hair back into place. Her gaze shifted in the direction Ainslee had went. Avalon shook her head. Honestly, Avalon tried her hardest to get along with those around her. People like Ainslee made that a bit difficult. Avalon couldn't understand how someone could be so challenging to get alone with.
"No, no, that about sums it up. I would love to be a fly on the wall when she and Lindsay run into each other again. Gotta say, despite what just happened, I'm Team Ainslee," Faye shrugged.
"Team Ainslee?" Avalon questioned.
"You know, like with Twilight or ice cream flavors. You can't be both Team Edward and Team Jacob. You can't just like both chocolate and vanilla. You gotta pick one."
Avalon laughed at her friends logic, "I don't think real people's personal lives fall into the same category as aggressively liking one ice cream flavor over another."
"Not true. For instance, you can be Team Angelina or Team Jennifer. In this case, Ainslee is Angelina."
Avalon paused for a moment. It was conversations like this one that kept those terrible rumors going. People who never talked to Dante, Ainslee, or Lindsay before injecting themselves into other people's personal disputes. Feeding into gossip and picking teams that continuously pitted Ainslee and Lindsay against one another.
Though, Avalon did not personally like either Validus girl, she refused to feed into this nonsense.
"According to Chavert and Francesco, there was no Team Ainslee in the first place. This all got over blown by nosy people and baseless gossip," Avalon reminded her friend.
Faye sighed, "Is that your nice way of telling me that I'm being one of those nosy, gossipy people? If so, you do have a point."
The sounds of bells tolling from a distance caused both girls to look east- in the direction of Capet. The sun had completely receded leaving the street lamps and the colorful neon signs of the stores and restaurants around them. Fellow students emerged from various shops and alleyways and began making their way toward the school.
"I guess we better get going too," Avalon suggested.
"You go on ahead without me. I'm going to run over the Hunter's Moon and say bye to Cerise. I probably won't get to see her for a couple days," Faye explained with a smile before turning off in the direction of Professor Roux's bar.
Avalon turned on her heels and followed the crowd of students though Jackson Square toward Capet. A gentle breeze took to the air, blowing lightly through Avalon's hair, wisping it around her face. She paused and reached up to gently push her hair from her face. Once her task was done, Avalon stood there for a moment and took in the sight before her fondly .
St. Louis Cathedral was one of the most famous buildings in New Orleans and it was certainly Avalon's favorite. The Spanish Colonial architecture of the building was nothing new to NOLA, but the St. Louis stood out with its perfectly symmetrical design and pristine upkeep. Of course, it was the wizards, not the no-majs that looked after this Crescent City treasure for so long considering it was originally constructed to be, and still is, Capet's Great Hll.
The two other buildings that made up Capet were the identical Cabildo and Presbytere that sat on either side of the cathedral. The twin buildings were used as both classrooms and housed the houses courtyards. Animus and Gaudium were both housed in the Cabildo, Sapientia and Validus in the Presbytere.
"Hey, Ross!" The sound of Avalon's last name caught her attention.
She looked around and noticed Nicholas Andrews making his way toward her. A wolfish grin on his face as he waltzed over to her. His dyed blue hair was jostled by the wind.
"Andrews, what do I owe the pleasure?" Avalon rotated on the balls of her feet to face the grinning prankster.
Avalon had always found Nicholas to be interesting. If there was anyone who deserved the title of Capet's Jokester, it was Nicholas. With not a care in the world, and a wild, yet, charming smile, Nicholas was devious and unpredictable.
Which is why Avalon felt slightly wary.
She and Nicholas were not particularly close. Avalon would laugh at his milder pranks and at his very vocal feud with the Validus head of house, Professor Aceves, but they had never really spoken. The longest conversation the two have had was when Nicholas asked Avalon to mediate between him and an annoyed Natalia Assuro when she had sat between the two in Alchemy in 5th year.
Avalon couldn't help but feel suspicious of what the blue haired menace wanted to talk to her about.
"Nothing to owe, Doll. My presence is simply a gift I keep on giving," Nicholas said with a wink and a sly grin. A look Avalon was sure could make most girls blush.
"I'm guessing I don't get a gift receipt," Avalon returned with a grin of her own.
"Ohh, gorgeous and sassy. I knew I liked you for a reason, Ross."
"Careful, Andrews. Start throwing around complements and people might think you're serious," Avalon jested.
"I am serious. You'd be perfect if your dad wasn't a cop. Ruins the appeal for me," Nicholas laughed while threading his hand through his dark blue hair.
"There goes my hopes and dreams of having a Romeo and Juliet moment," Avalon sighed, sarcasm heavily laced in her tone, "Now that you've destroyed our potential romance, what did you want?"
"Right, I was actually looking for Ainslee. Have you seen her?"
Avalon's nose scrunched in annoyance as she remembered her encounter with the girl in question, "I've seen her. She nearly ran me over as she stomped down the road like an enraged, bull."
"Good, you've seen her," Nicholas tried with a chuckle before pausing at the stony look Avalon gave him, "And sorry about her almost running you over too. She's not in a good mood right now. Not that it excuses her, but you know how Ains is."
"Hmm, no," Avalon hummed in mock thought, "I don't really know how 'Ains' is. That is why she is your friend and not mine."
Nicholas' eyes steeled for a fraction of a second before returning to normal. Avalon knew she hadn't said anything rude or implied anything about Ainslee, but she was also aware of how protective Nicholas was of both Ainslee and Natalia. This became more prevalent after everything that had happened the year before.
"I know Ainslee isn't the easiest person to get alone with, but she has a lot of good qualities," Nicholas continued quickly when Avalon opened her mouth to defend herself, "don't worry, Ross. I know you didn't mean anything by it. I'm just tired of everyone talking shit about Ains when they don't know her."
The harsh edge in Nicholas voice told Avalon that this was a sensitive issue to him. It made her wonder if those nosey, gossipy people she had talked to Faye about were part of the reason Ainslee had been so angry.
"And who is Ainslee then?"
Avalon quickly took note of the how Nicholas' jaw tensed, "Not who most the idiots in this school think she is. Not who Lindsay says she is. Look, it was nice talking to you, but I really need to find Ains; and Nattie for that matter. I'll see you around, Ross."
Nicholas flashed Avalon a final smile before walking past her toward the crowd.
Honestly, Avalon could relate to Nicholas' defense of Ainslee. Avalon knew she was equally as protective over her own friends and would probably be just as defensive if she was in Nicholas' shoes. Avalon respected Nicholas' loyalty as a friend.
The sound of revving engines drew Avalon's attention toward the road. Black Cadillacs with the Capet seal decaled onto the hood zoomed down the street before coming to a sudden halt in front of the cathedral. One by one students from all over began to pour out of the cars and into the square. Many of them rushing out to their waiting friends and jumping into long hugs.
Observing the scene, Avalon saw Lindsay Crowe rise gracefully out of the car and make a bee-line toward a grinning Riley. Mirren Caldreen, in all her preppy glory, jumped out of one of the cars and was quickly embraced by Raphael LeBlanc. Thea Reeves lead her younger siblings toward a large group of first years. Avalon recognized the ribboned ponytail of Clara Oliver as she made small talk with Tallulah Eldridge.
Avalon's eyes locked onto Faye who was just breaking away from a hug with Luke Harraway. A strong gust of wind pushed Faye's caramel hair over her face causing Luke to laugh. With a smile, Luke reached up and helped Faye smooth out her hair. Avalon could see Faye's pale neck begin to turn light pink.
Though she had yet to locate her friend, Natalia, Avalon's face lit up when she noticed a tall, well-built, shaggy blonde stepping out of a car.
"Rune!" Avalon called excitedly.
Rune turned at the sound of his name. Upon seeing Avalon, his handsome face broke into a wide smile and he made his way toward Avalon with wide steps. Avalon found herself swept off her feet and pulled into a tight bear hug. Rune's superior height left her feet dangling as he lifted her up.
A joyful laugh escaped Avalon as she was twirled around. The scent of Rune's cologne, an inviting spicy scent, flooded her senses.
From over Rune's broad shoulders, Avalon could see the faint glares some of the girls around them were sending her way. It did not escape Avalon that her best friend was one of the better-looking Capet guys with his ruggedly handsome looks and shining blue eyes. Rune's laid back and kind personality earned him even more points with the female population that were looking for a genuinely nice guy.
"Hey, Sunshine!" Rune smiled, finally placing Avalon back down on her feet, "I missed you. Did you get shorter."
Avalon crossed her arms and gave a playful pout, "Har, har, you're not funny."
The doors to the cathedral drifted open to reveal Headmaster Sauvage and Professor von Rothman. The Headmaster's cloudy gray eyes casted over the crowd of students before him. The faintest of smiles appeared on his face as he did so.
Avalon had nothing just respect for the old NOLA wizard. It was widespread knowledge that Sauvage came from humble beginnings and had always put his hometown community above everything else. Before Sauvage became the Headmaster of Capet, New Orleans had been a powder keg. The vampire coven and werewolf packs were at each other's throats and the No-majs were fair game.
Sauvage worked tirelessly for years to bring the faction leaders to the table. Nearly, single-handedly convincing the Council to work together and respect one another to better the community. Sauvage showed his trust and devotion to unity by opening Capet's doors to other supernatural factions.
Even Avalon's dad, Caesar, a No-maj and NOLA Chief of Police, had noticed the change in the city. The number of unsolvable murders and disappearances stopped and the NOPD stopped getting calls from Mayor Delamare suggesting that some cases be left cold.
Avalon was grateful that Professor Sauvage had brought the factions together. Now No-majs like her dad no longer had to risk their lives getting involved in things they didn't understand.
"Welcome back, students," Professor Sauvage smiled kindly.
He and Professor von Rothman stepped aside to allow the students to flood into the hall. Some stopped to greet the Headmaster and Divination professor. Avalon could vaguely hear some complaints from other students as the magical barrier inside the cathedral caused their phones to shut down.
As people crammed through the cathedral doors Avalon found herself separated from Rune. Avalon wasn't too concerned as she knew Rune would find her at the Gaudium table.
When Avalon tried to fit into the doorway, she became tripped up the moving crowd and found herself teetering backwards. Avalon's stomach dropped as her foot missed one of the Cathedral steps behind her. Her slow-motion fall was stopped when she fell back into a firm body. An arm reached out to steady her by her waist.
Glancing up, Avalon saw the steely eyes of Dante Francesco looking down at her. Subconsciously, Avalon noted that Dante's hair was slightly shorter than what it had been previously. She became mildly disappointed with herself as her mind began to betray her. Her thoughts focused on how muscular Dante's arms and chest were and how good he smelt. A mixture of spicy sandalwood and dark citrus.
Avalon scolded herself for that one. In her own defense, it was hard not to notice these things when you were flush against someone.
"Are you alright?" Dante's smooth voice questioned, his brows pulled together in what one might consider a look of concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the save- really," Avalon breathed deeply.
Her heart was still pounding from her near fall. Well, it was that and the fact that Dante hadn't taken his hand off her waist yet.
A single corner of Dante's mouth rose, "Don't worry about it. Just happy you're okay."
With that, Dante released Avalon's waist and motioned for her to go ahead through the door. Avalon smiled tensely before carrying on quickly to find her friends. Avalon could feel the phantom pressure of a hand still resting on her hip as she left.