<div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Viviaciane</span></span></span></b>​</div><br/>Well wasn't he just full of cheek. No shit that this was a school, books were expected. But there was being studious, and then there was Christian, who was always reading. And he seemed to read everything, devouring knowledge. Summoning, herbs, all manner of spells. This particular book covered a number of topics, and gave no real indication of what the kid was interested in learning. Where his talents lay, what magic he was studying. It was infuriating how general his studies seemed to be. And it reminded him far too much of himself, never focusing on one thing too long to make sure no one knew what to look at. Now, was it intentional? Or was dear Christian simply unambitious? Perhaps too ambitious even, wanting to know everything.<br/><br/>Vivi brought his focus back as Christian turned to face him, making his own observation about how he didn't seem to do much either. Vivi let a wicked smile cross his lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Aw, I didn't realize you paid so much attention to me."</span>He cooed, letting the note hang. Weaving a feeling with his words, spilling past his lips and filling the room.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"><i>Trust me.</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"But obviously not close enough, or you'd know that I am always up to something. Friends to visit, Hearts to avoid. There's just so much to do in a day!"</span>His smile dropped, nose wrinkling in distaste.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Usually, I mean. Frankly, all my normal friends are too busy with this silly card business. So today is kind of dull."</span>He gave a dramatic sigh, rolling back on his bed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"And here you are, just as dull. What are you even reading? Please tell me its not a text book. Please tell me you're not that much of a nerd."</span><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>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Brat? Its like you don't even know who you're talking to."</span>He hissed, though didn't let his attention linger on the man for long. He was far too busy. That uppity Clubs King was going to be causing some issues soon. Best to have something ready. This particular circle was for luck, but he could change the intent to bad luck with his incantations. He moved to his dresser, opening an ornate box. An assortment of crystals sat inside, neatly arranged by colour. By their energies. His fingers moved from each, feeling for the one he could use, before deciding on a small marble of fibrolite. A smirk quirked at his lips, turning with a flourish, tapping the box closed again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Yes, this should do nicely~"</span>He murmured to himself. Setting the marble in the center of the circles, Laramie took a seat on the floor, ready to begin.<br/><br/>But of course his roommate would choose that moment to speak, stealing his focus away. The witch made a sound of distaste in the back of his throat, looking up sharply.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Right. Yes. I'll just set up in some far flung corner of the school and hope that there's less foot traffic."</span>His voice dripped with sarcasm, light in tone though his expression remained dark.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"At least here, I only have one oaf to worry over."</span>Laramie gave his head a small shake, flipping red bangs out of his face. Letting his magic begin to flow up into his hands.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Now, if you don't mind, I need to focus."</span>Thinking their conversation finished, Laramie turned out everything but his magic, moving his hands as he began to speak his curses. The ancient language slow and fluid on his tongue.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6"><i>"Ai tar ol si jhys os poraraes, shai eil paerelol ial sai ti. Ai paestal os eir ail sor, mori tia aelaestor."</i></span>On and on, weaving more intent into each phrase.<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/>The ifrit huffed as his roomate chastised him for losing his temper so easily. As if he knew anything about what he was going through!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Right. As if an enemy Queen would just offer help. Whatever you're after, forget it." </span>Like he was just going to accept that. Orathin was a Diamond, the Queen of Diamonds. Only Hearts were higher. Why risk backlash from his King by helping out a Club? No, there was something else he was after, and Abby wasn't interested in playing this game. Or maybe he was just too prideful to admit he might need help on something. He wanted to believe it was the former. He'd get the hang of studying. Eventually.<br/><br/>The harshness of his glare began to ebb away slightly, letting out a deep sigh.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Its not like I mean to burst into flame on a whim."</span>He insisted, gaze moving to the ceiling, unable to look at the other while he spoke.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Reading is just so boring. But I know I need to learn it. So its frustrating when I zone out and have to keep reading a page over and over."</span>Just talking about it brought up the same annoyance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"And so I get frustrated, which causes sparks that usually catch on something, which just makes things worse cause then I'm frustrated even more and... goddammit, is my hair smoking again?!" </span>It was, he could see it. Sitting up and trying to pat out the sparks before they grew into more. Letting out a defeated sigh, nose scrunched in annoyance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"So, it's not really something you can help with anyway."</span><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>the<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><b>Leif</b></span></span></span>​</div><br/>Well, at least he tried. But if this kid wanted to get involved in this whole mess, he wouldn't stop him. It was hard not to get involved, when the whole school seemed so invested in it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Hm? Oh, no. I try to avoid fighting, not exactly built for it."</span>He gave a small, tired laugh.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"And most people don't cause me trouble. I mean, I'm just a Joker, after all."</span>Not that that really meant much to him. His own rank. But he hated how this school twisted people. It made them cold, cruel. It turned them into weapons. And he worried about what would happen to those kids once they left the school and met a world that ran on different rules. Maybe it would mean nothing in the end, but he hoped a touch of kindness might help them in some small way.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"But a Jack, hey? Was the rank open, or you manage to knock someone down for it?"</span>He asked, pushing himself up. His nap could wait, it wasn't often that he just got to talk to people without needing to treat them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"I hope that didn't come off insulting. I didn't mean it to. It is impressive for a first year."</span>Leif managed a smile for Angel, quirked up higher on the one side.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> "Just... don't let it consume you. Everyone might be crazed over rank, but its not the only thing that matters."</span>