Warning: this chapter may or may not involve under-aged drinking. It also may or may not involve, decapitation, mutilation, and characters swearing like sailors. It has to be one of these things, but the only one that might be allowed under the T rating is the first one, so guess.

Storm really didn't know what to do. While everyone else was dancing, he and Faye were on the sidelines, watching. He didn't see anything else to do. He turned to Faye and said loudly so as to be heard over the music, "So, is there anything you want to do?"

Faye turned and shook her head. "Is there anything you want to do?"

While there were definitely a lot of things he wanted to do, all of them involved leaving the dance, so he wouldn't suggest them. "Not really," he said.

It was a while before either of them spoke to each other again. "Do you want to leave?" Storm asked. Faye nodded eagerly. "Let's go." Once they were out of the cafeteria, into the brighter hallway outside, they could hear each other easily again. "So is there anything in particular you wanted to do, or did you just want to leave?"

"There is one thing."

"Name it." Faye hesitated. "Go on," Storm urged.

Before Faye could answer, they were interrupted. "Well, who do we have here?" Storm turned around and saw Cardin Winchester with his team behind him.

"My name is Storm Sapphire."

"Yeah, Mrs. Sapphire's brat," a short team member with a Mohawk said. "And his girlfriend."

"What do we do with them?" a team member with longer blueish hair said. Cardin cracked his knuckles.

Storm sighed and shook his head. "You really want to do this?"

"Yeah, ya wimp," Long Hair said. "How'd you even get into Haven anyway?"

"I could explain it to you, but if you're intent on attacking me, it would just be redundant." Storm shrugged. "So tell me what you want to do so I can answer that."

Cardin threw a punch at Storm, which he dodged and then grabbed Cardin's arm. "Faye, move," Storm said quickly, and she obeyed. Storm then used Cardin's own momentum against him, and flung him over his shoulder. Cardin then slammed to the ground, making a very audible thud. He'd be back up soon.

"Fun fact, I have no formal martial arts training," Storm explained giddily. "Actually, I have no weapons training either. All I know about weapons is from hands-on experience, and a few tips over the years. This has its advantages and disadvantages, but overall it makes for a real interesting fight."

Shorty charged, and Storm dropped to the ground and kicked Shorty in the stomach with both feet. Shorty staggered back with his hands on his gut as Storm got up grasping his back. The stone floor really hurt when he dropped—that wasn't very well thought out. "That hurt," Storm said, referring to both of their pains.

Storm then turned to the other two. "Do you really want to do this?"

It was about time for Cardin to get back up. Storm quickly stepped to the side just as Cardin growled at him. Cardin, who was mid charge, and slammed into his teammates, knocking them over. As Cardin got up he growled, "Let's go."

Cardin and his teammates ran away. Storm sighed. "I detest having to do that." He turned to Faye, who was surprised at the whole thing. "Fighting my fellow man is not why I want to become a Huntsman. But let's go and do something fun. What did you want to do?"

Faye hesitated a little—understandable after a display like that. Finally she said, "I want to… I wish to… Tomorrow, I am visiting my parents. I would like it if I could have a picture of you in case they ask if I... Well."

Storm was more than a little surprised by the request, but he saw no reason why not grant it. "Sure."

"Great." Faye took out her Scroll. "Do you mind standing still for a moment?" Storm nodded. So she was going to take a picture. After Faye took up a good position, she paused and tapped something on her Scroll. "I have it."

"Could I see it?" Faye nodded, and showed him the picture on her Scroll. It was a good picture of him, all things considered. "Great."

"Thank you." She seemed happy to be praised, and to have that picture.

"So what do you want to do now?" Storm asked.

After a moment, Faye said, "How about we return to the dorm. Azura and Rusti must be doing something of interest."

"True. Let's go." So they started walking back to their dorm room.

Once Jasper came back to the cafeteria, he and Crystal danced in a way she was unaccustomed to. It was fast and frantic, and made her think she needed to stretch beforehand. Oddly enough though, it was rather enjoyable. Afterwards, she said to him, "Father never taught me how to dance like that."

Jasper cocked his head. "Your father taught you to dance?"

She nodded. "Despite all the tutors he got to teach me combat, there were a few things he wanted to teach me himself."

"What else did he teach you?" Jasper asked.

"Well, there's 'if a boy dyes his hair green for no evident reason, he's trying too hard'," Crystal said.

Jasper nodded. "Then I'll strive to keep my hair red for you."

"Thank you very much, Jasper."

Suddenly, Taline came over. She seemed angry, and had a look on her face that made Crystal want to run. Jasper stood his ground though. "Well, Taline, I found my sword," Jasper said. "Now I actually stand a chance in the tournament."

"You shouldn't even be in it," Taline said resolutely. "You shouldn't even be here at Haven."

"It's my choice, Taline; no one else can make it for me, and no one can make me change my mind. That's what it means to be an Ironwill." Crystal actually found Jasper's resolve admirable. He was standing his ground against probably the best student fighter in the school.

"I'll show you that you don't belong here!" Taline said, almost growling. "One on one in the tournament."

"Bring it!"

"Alright then. I'll ask Mrs. Sapphire the next time I see her. Until then…" Taline looked at Crystal. "Stay away from her. She's probably only being around you because you're an 'unsophisticated oddity' that she'll leave as soon you stop being so interesting." Taline turned on her heal, and left.

"Yikes, Taline's real scary when she's angry." Crystal jumped and turned around to see Sakura. She had no idea Sakura was so sneaky.

"I'm used to it, mostly," Jasper said. He turned to face the two of them. "Growing up together, it was either get used to it or run to the north." Crystal wondered what he meant by "growing up together", but she reason that he just meant they grew up in the same community, as they didn't have much of a family resemblance. "So, you want to keep dancing?"

"I think I could use a break," Crystal said. "Let's get some punch."

"Alright."

Once they got to the table, Jasper—like a gentleman—poured two cups for them and a third when Sakura asked for one. After a gulp, Jasper looked funnily at his cup. "This punch tastes funny," he said. Crystal didn't like the sound of that, so didn't drink her punch just yet.

Sakura sipped it, and looked at the other two. "It's spiked," she said simply.

"Spiked?" Crystal asked. She was unfamiliar with the term.

"Someone put alcohol in it," Jasper said, lowering his cup.

"Bottoms up then," Sakura said as she gulped down the contents of her cup.

Crystal stared at her. "That's illegal!"

Sakura shrugged and said, "Yolo." She then took another gulp.

Crystal put her cup down on the table. "I don't want this."

Jasper followed suit. "Only an idiot drinks at our age."

Sakura laughed and raised her cup over her head like a toast. "Guilty as charged."

"That was fast," Crystal observed.

Jasper shook her head. "She's not drunk yet. You just don't know her well enough." Crystal took his word for that.

A hearty huzzah (do I even use that word?) for anyone who thought Storm was going to get mutilated. Also, the easiest way for an author to write a character is to base them off themselves. You might want to guess which character that is, but no matter what you're going to be right and wrong (and no, that's not a typo).