<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Quintessential"><b><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Viviaciane</span></span></b></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 15px">Being a second year came with certain perks, Vivi decided. One of which being that he got to watch others attempt to navigate the card system. Watching friends, separated, grow to resent one another. Taking note of those who took to the game all too easily, ruthless in their ambition to rise to the top. And those who seemed to take no interest in the whole affair. But simply watching the newcomers had begun to lose its luster, a month in. People had settled into their roles, the ambitious had begun to lose their steam. Now was the time to begin searching out secrets, learning who was who in the gangs. Or rather, who the other aces happened to be. Secret weapons were, after all, dangerous in the hands of an enemy. And he'd heard some interesting rumors flitting about. Hard not to hear when the Queen of Hearts bragged so openly. A first year was the ace for the Hearts. Someone like that? That was worth investigating. And wasn't it just so lucky that the staff had decided to mix all the students together in the dorms this year. Yes, a real stroke of luck there, coupled with a sore throat that lasted a week after so much magic.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/>But he was thinking his luck ended there. The first year he'd been paired with was a heart, yes, but they seemed so very ordinary. Nothing truly stood out about them. Which was frustrating, because most of the first years were at the very least facinating in just how<i>awful </i>they were with magic. This one seemed to do nothing but study. They'd barely said a word to each other. Not that that was unusual, the bookworm being a Heart, and him being a diamond. Still.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Do you ever do anything that doesn't require having your nose in a book?"</span>He asked, lounged out on his bed, turning ocean coloured eyes on the younger man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Honestly, you need a hobby, or you're going to burn out."</span>Not that he truly cared, but if the man never did anything, how was he meant to learn anything about him?<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>the<br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Laramie</span></span></span></b><br/>​</div>How dare they! How could they do this to him!? It had already been a month and he was still furious over this... this injustice! To be placed in a room with a joker was insulting enough, but a Spade?! A lowly Spade! At least it wasn't a Club, gods forbid. And he was blessedly quiet, kept to himself. But sharing was not in Laramie's nature, and having someone in his room who wasn't required to bend a knee to him was causing.... issues.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"How many times do I need to tell you, don't disturb my circles!"</span>He hissed, producing some chalk and working quickly to redraw the smudged outline. Of course, he had no proof that it had been his roommate that had broken his drawing, but that meant it was his fault and no. No, that couldn't be it. No, it had to be the Spade.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Honestly, I should just curse you to sleep and be done with you. Would save me so much stress."</span><br/><br/>The circle completed, Laramie stood, gracefully stepping over the white lines to wipe the chalk from his hands on the sheets of his roommate. He wasn't going to soil his own clothes for a mistake of someone else.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Your lucky I haven't been putting much magic into this one. Might have blown up and taken off a limb."</span>Not really, but maybe it would make him be more careful.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>the<br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d"><b>Abyssal</b></span></span></span>​</div><br/>Abby let out a frustrated sigh as he realized, once again, that he hadn't absorbed a single thing he'd read. He'd read the words, seen the words, but it hadn't stuck. At all. It was just so boring! How was he supposed to learn anything by just reading about history? It wasn't as if it had any practical use. So why was it required reading? Ah, and there went his hair, beginning to spark and smoulder. One such spark landing on the page he was attempting to read, begging to smoke and catch.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Ah! No no no, I can't afford another text book!"</span>He whined, trying to stamp out the book to keep it from burning away. Tossing it away on to his bed to avoid it happening again as his hair still sparked.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"History is the worst..."</span><br/><br/>He'd rather be out with the other Clubs, planning on what to do next. Who they were gonna hit, how they were gonna push back against the Hearts. Put them in their place. Maybe get some goddamn respect for the Clubs. The past month had been miserable, being treated like they were nothing. Not anymore. Not now he was in charge. But it was so hard to keep any of their plans secret when the goddamn Queen of Diamonds was his roommate. He really hated this new rule of mixed dorms. He wouldn't have had to worry about this at all. He shot a look at the demon in his room, as though he was the cause of all his troubles.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><hr class="bbc-hr"/>
the</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">Leif</span></b></span></span>​</div><br/>The fighting was already starting to amp up, gangs lashing out at each other. Some small injuries, cuts and bruises. Nothing he couldn't handle. But today? Today there'd been some severe burns. Poor kid hadn't moved fast enough to avoid the fireball, and no one had helped him put it out. It had taken ages to get him to a state where the burns weren't so severe. He'd be back tomorrow, but today? Leif was empty, and it wasn't even that late. There was still so much that could happen. More fights that could break out. More people who would need help. He needed to be there for them, had to help them. But he was doing no one any good if he was tapped out. A nap, then. An hour or two. And then he'd be back on his feet.<br/><br/>He unlocked the door to his dorm, giving his roommate a quick smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Hey. Hope your day went well."</span>He mumbled, dropping his bag by his bed. Struggling out of his jacket before collapsing on his bed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"...can you do me a favor?"</span>He asked, voice muffled as he turned his face towards the younger man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"If you can help it, don't get involved in this fight. Its not worth it."</span>A wry smile found his lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Not that you've got any reason to listen to me. I'm just a Joker after all."</span>