1 [1]Take a Brochure!
The school stood in the middle of the campus. A plaza coming forthmost, shimmering cobblestone streets surrounding a fountatin. And beyond the paved road was green fields decorated by neighboring trees, snaking branches that formed a shade. And from what Aurin could see, a few students taking residence underneath the shadows. A few benches propped beside the road as students clambered, a few pausing on the decorated arched way. Wisteria and sakura blossoms on full bloom, their scent seeming to cling on the uniform as a few students closed their eyes and took in the scent.
Past the main plaza, there stood the school. Sleek, and clean designs. Pristine white on walls with the decorating red outline. A main building at the front, flaked by others. The whole R.W. High seeming to stand as a small world of its own as a few architecture hung by the air, oddly.
And Red-White High was definitely not what she expected. Its main themes--- certainly its pristine white walls of the main academy image along with the red outlines in their architecture... Typical.
That and the uniform.
Aurin Reigns tries not to gag too much at the fact that most schools loved the long skirts but this one definitely wanted to break records by having their skirts range from knee-level to mid thigh. Oh lords, at least thank school administration for giving her a choice the option to choose the specifically modest one.
She grips her luggage, looking over the flower archway by the entrance, the scent of flowers lulling her to some sort of complacency. To the thought of, well, she's there, what can she do? Stand there, along with other freshmen looking over to R.W. in awe? Definitely not. But choosing this school to apply to than others was a well made decision on her behalf.
A good one.
The safer one.
With that thought in mind, she took a deep breath, and took the deciding step of her future forward.
--
"Hello, take a brochure!" A boy quickly quips, catching her off guard by how fast he held onto her, stopping her.
Aurin frowns, having just passed the stunning archway and welcomed to the large open-air campus. The thrum of magic... Even newcomers could sense it with how 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 in the air it was. Some tensing, unused to such unadultered fresh aura.
𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴... Aurin scrunches her nose, turning to the boy.
She could only lightly refrain the breath-stopping way her lungs go, catching the way his eyes sparkle in vermillion, pretty lips that beds his words, quirking up to a gentle smile. He was a healthy pale contrasting the way she was a gentle tan, with her own unusually, gray pressed shades of her eyes.
"You must be new~" He sing-songs, his voice a certain youthfulness to them. He was tall, as much as she was, being 6'0 in height, Aurin had her own pleasant surprise. Him too, as his eyes seemed to narrow onto that fact as there was a certain depth to them all of a sudden that she catches. Afterall, being 6'0 definitely was not eye-catching. Yes, not at all.
"I haven't seen you around." He adds, quickly, letting her go.
He steps back, and she is thankful as she gets a good air in. Her senses forcing down the fact that there were 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. She took the initial disgust down along with the fear well. She expected it afterall, this school just opened up to normal students. That and inconspicuous schools always carried a certain regality and prestigiousness in both their ways and students.
She attempts her most charming smile.
"Yes, do you know the way to..." Feigning a look to her map, and the letter sent to her home. This was a boarding school, so home was very far from City A.
Very.
Far.
She sniffs. Wetting her lips with her tongue. "Saccharine Pearl Dorms?" Her brows crunch at the certain eloquency to the names. How... unique. The boy however, found it to be less a unique fact and more the cause of his sudden deflation. His shoulder sagging with a groan.
"Honestly, you newcomers are lucky." He seems to mumble, and Aurin just briefly manages to catch it. "Well, it's right over there..." He shifts, so he is behind her, holding onto her shoulders with both hands, turning her body to the slightly to the east.
He had a way with showing directions. And that's only because of contact. Aurin catching the way his finger, trails to her arm, holding tight to the firmness of the bare skin her uniform shows.
Magic.
R.W. High apparently prides themselves with students like 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
She nods along, however. Remembering that Red-White is made sure its safe. Afterall, only high above-average gets in there. Even if you were a human, it seems they only chose the ones receptive enough to magic that they can avoid danger. That was, at least, as much as Aurin could sense with how her fellow freshmen acted by the gate.
She bids her goodbyes to the boy, trying her hand to being the inconscipuous, pretty and naive girl.
Yeah. Sure.
Naive.
Go buy that b*llsh*t, because Aurin definitely is selling as she walks her way, delicately to Saccharine Pearl Dorms.
--
Someone buy Aurin a tombstone, because she definitely is not going to walk her way to those god-awful 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴. She stifles a sob, testing the weight of her luggage, but only cries at the fact that it is... heavy. She watches the way other lugs their own baggage. Yeah, okay. Powers, how great.
Wish she had one.
She satirically chuckles at the thought, testing the first step up. The Saccharine Pearl Dorms were definitely far. Having had to walk half an hour and she had to contemplate how the boy at the entrance could say she was lucky. Until she realized her dorms were out of the way in the main Academy, being so, it was much quieter here.
Aurin didn't know if it meant quieter in nature, but the R.W. Forum for new students definitely told her enough that Saccharine Pearl Dorms were... for the prestiguous. And for a moment, she had stood there.
In the paved, cobblestone road, dwindling past stark green fields. She had froze.
But as she stands in front of the pale dorms, a simple stair leading up to the fourth floor, she can only wonder what the actual rooms looked like.
It took her fifteen minutes, before she gave up completely, panting. She had only reached up to the second floor. She groans, settling her bag by the door of Room 125 as the plate no. on the entrace says. She scrunches her nose, sitting on her bag.
The door swings open.
"Sh*t." She curses, stumbling in shock, knocking her own luggage down as the students seems to turn over to her.
"Ah! I'm sorry!" She feels someone carefully help her sit up as Aurin only freezes, trying to calm the way her senses seem frazed at the feel of a power touching her bare skin.
She yanks her arm off, the other having tried to help her up stumbles lightly with a frown. Aurin huffs, helping herself up and patting the dust off her skirt.
She turns, meeting bright vivid green eyes looking over at the scrapes on her elbows. And then meeting her own dull shades of gray.
"Don't touch me." Aurin doesn't know what the other thought, only frowning as she bends to pick up her luggage.
"Let me help you---" She freezes again, as Aurin glares at her. "I'm athletic. I can help with your luggage."
She could.
But Aurin doesn't want her helping with her luggage. Looking much like a deity in the way her eyes where such a shimmering green, her own flared sea-blue hair tied back to a ponytail. Her skin dewy, like pearl drops. Athletic, huh. Aurin can't deny that she seemed firm on her feet.
She sighs, backing away from her luggage.
"Room 141." Aurin monotonely recites as the other comes to eagerly help with her luggage, easily carrying it up. "I have delicates in there somewhere so please be careful."
She stifles a laugh in the way the other slightly tenses, carrying holding onto her luggage carefully as they trek up the stairs to the fourth floor.
--
"Why isn't there an elevator anyway?" She off handedly asks as the other drops her luggage. It took a few minutes before they got up to the fourth floor, but definitely faster than the time Aurin took.
The blue-haired girl shrugged.
"Less norms here, so it wasn't really necessary to add an elevator." She replies, walking to the railing, seeing the great view from the fourth floor. Aurin has to admit, it looked good. "But seeing you're a norm, first time in a few years, I'll see if I can get the president on to get an elevator for you."
"Unnecessary." Aurin quips, forcing her key to the lock. The other frowns.
"I'd rather not let any other students be inconvenienced with other kinds of ruckus you might do from the lack of elevators."
Aurin raises a brow.
"If you put it that way... " She huffs, "Alright." Opening the door to her dorm. She turns to the other, their eyes meeting as they both seemed to have tried to sneakily glance at the other.
"I'm..." She purses, green eyes seeming to be confused. "I'm Wooma. Wooma Hanabusa." She offers a hand.
Aurin stares.Then bites her lip as she places her hand, shaking it. There was no harm afterall.
"Aurin Reigns."
This girl. Only having been nice so far.
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- In a dilapidated warehouse, in the outskirts of City A -
The stench from the place was overwhelming at first. As a female barges in, stopping by an elevator and inputting a password in.
The elevator opens, and she steps in, uncaringly clicking the highest floor. As the elevator goes, she rhythimically taps her foot to the floor, annoyed, bristled. She's 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, nowhere to be seen. And the female is sure that Luca is the reason why.
As the elevator opens, she sees the man propped by the bar, elbow on the counter, sipping whiskey with his other hand, the electric blue in his eyes slightly pressed as usual when he's thinking. Never able to truly hide his emotions.
"I can't believe you just let her go." She snaps, walking in, her black heels stepping on carpet as she finds herself lounging on the sofa as he groans. "I mean, Luca... She stood her ground well enough in our clique and tou just let her go."
"And she wanted to leave." Luca glowers from the bar, standing and going behind to open a cabinet filled with glowing pastel drinks. "I can't stop that."
"But she's a 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮." She hisses, finally pissed as she sits up from where she had just sat down. She had hoped, being casual might stop her own bristling anger, but no. Her own eyes amber. "A norm that could handle your hits. She could be a hea---"
"You really think she's just either a norm or a power?" Luca cackles. "Mona, I know you better than that. Is that really the only reason you want her back?"
She freezes, biting down on her lip, a habit she had gotten into lately. Is that really the only reason? No. Not at all. Even Cas, another member of their clique knows that's not the reason why they're feeling a certain dejection now that 𝘴𝘩𝘦 left, just as she had promised years ago.
She whispers. "She would do well, if she's back."
At that soft tone, Luca also softens.
"She will be. We just have to be patient."
Because afterall, those who belong comes back to where they should be no matter how many times they run from it...
