AN: Not a whole lot to say. I have picked three OC's at the time I upload this; by next chapter I will have the final one. The first chapter using these characters will be chapter 5, possibly even next chapter if I can find a way. I may use two - three chapters to introduce them. Though, that being said, one does make an appearance in this one.

For this chapter, I will introduce the fifth character. This chapter is also going to be a POV chapter, I found a lot of inspiration from writing from Saffron's perspective. There might not be another one for a while.

Enjoy guys! :)

Chapter Three: Flags, Flames and Flaming Flags

POV Character: Moss

I coughed, awkwardly. It was no wonder she had a dog, she was blind! She wears glasses, has a cane and a dog; it screams blind. Not to make a stereotype but I should have known.

"Well…" I looked around, thinking of what to say, "it's impressive that you're here, especially with your impairment." She removed her glasses, revealing bright sapphire eyes, with heavy milky clouding. She's actually really cute… I thought.

"Yeah…" she replied. This was so awkward, luckily Persi broke the silence.

"Me, Saffron and dog will go to hall." He looked to me and nodded. "See you there…" he struggled to force my name, stammering multiple times, "Moss." I nodded back.

Before they left, Saffron said to me, "See you in a bit," rather shyly, I might add. I'm not sure why she was so shy.

As they made their way to the meeting place, I couldn't help but feel a warm surge of air rush past the back of my head. I felt the back of my head, to find the tips singed. I looked to where I thought it had come from but I couldn't see anything. I looked to where I thought the heat was traveling, again, there was nothing.

I felt air dashing over my head. Reactively, I reached up and found something to grab; a leg, to be exact. I now came face to feet with a girl who was quite small, she must have been 5'6". She might have been shorter, it's a little hard to tell when they're upside down.

She was wearing a pair of pants, similar to my own dress pants, but with tassels adorning the stitching line. As I looked to her torso, I noticed a black suit, with a white shirt underneath and a black tie. While I held her, she couldn't quite make it to the ground but her cape was stacking up on the ground. It looked like some sort of velvet, shining a deep purple. Dragging along with the cape was a white, braided ponytail.

"Mind letting me go?" She asked, I could hear her impatience.

"Do you promise not to singe my hair again?" I laughed a little bit.

"If it means being back on the ground; yes." She said hastily. I let go and in an instant, she stuck a handstand and twisted her body around, eventually spinning back up to her feet.

She brushed herself off, I could see a pattern stitched into her shirt. A mild purple, it didn't seem to form any particular shape; it seemed to just be a bunch of lines. "It doesn't form anything," she said teasingly.

"What?" I asked, still trying to figure out what the lines were supposed to be.

"The stitching, the stitching that you're staring at right now." She said, dead panning.

"Oh, right…" I said, feeling kind of dumb. "…are you sure?"

"I made it, I think I'd know."

Suddenly, I saw her eyes light up, she jumped around the back of me and I could feel my belt shifting around. "This is so cool… so… retro." She was rubbing her hands over the musket and halberd on my back.

"Yeah, I didn't want something too complex. Simple and effective is just fine for me." I didn't know how half of the people here even managed to use their weapons. "What's yours?" I asked her, curious about what had singed my hair.

She pulled a thin wire out of her pocket and a flag followed with it. She took another one out of her other pocket. She slipped her index finger through a hole at the end of the string and put her middle finger through another hole next to her index finger. The same for the other hand. When she had decided that she had fitted them, she swung them around, the flags blurring around her body. One flashed a deep, emerald green and the other danced around it in a fiery orange.

She threw one flag into the air. As the flag was released from her fingers, it was engulfed in flames and let off a stream of smoke. It started spiralling back down. She caught it with ease; spinning her body she let go of the other, sending it straight to a tree. One second she was standing still, the next she had propelled herself after it in one fluid motion. As it rebounded off the tree, she caught it, jumped up and twisted her body in the air, sending another one off at me. Reactively, I stepped to the side, drew my halberd and caught one of the holes with the point. It rotated around for a while, before slowly coming to a stop.

As I looked back, I could see her lightly plant her feet on the ground, smiling proudly. "Do you like them?" I took the flag, still smoking from the recent flames, and tossed it back to its owner.

"I don't know if like is the right word, more like-" I said, impressed by her acrobatic demonstration, not that it was anything special but she had a certain flare to her. She cut my sentence short.

"Love," she said happily, "that's what you were going to say, right?"

I shifted my glasses and ran my fingers through my hair, "Yeah, dead on actually." Not much can surprise you when you've seen someone at Beacon with a dog, not even someone who knows what you're going to say. I started to introduce myself, realizing I didn't know her name but apparently she already knew my name too.

"It's nice to meet you Moss; you can call me Indie." She said. As she whipped her cape, showing only purple and the white tail behind her, she dashed off at speed.

Most of the students had made their way, leaving a few stragglers behind. I decided that I should get there, before I missed anything. Before I departed, I could hear something, like a whisper. I quietly hushed the incoherent muttering and started to follow someone else.

"Do you know where we're going?" I asked, as I closed in on my newest acquaintance.

He turned around slowly, I couldn't help noticing the wolf ears at this point, "I was hoping you'd know." He said, slowly and quietly.

"Well damn."

AN: Like always, tell me what you think. If you think a friend would like this, tell them too!

Until next time, this is Mossman, have an amazing day.