Ash hardly seemed to notice that the teacher had taken him aside after class, his mind full of all the possibilities that could go wrong through out the day. But his mind quickly went blank as he noticed two students leaving the class after him. They were what he couldn't be. Twins who looked alike in everything but their eyes and clothes. He could feel his own twin, though they shared a body, look towards the two as well. Both his eyes, and his phantom sister's eyes, following them as they made their way into the hall. He instantly hated them. Hate? No that was too strong a word. Envy was more like it. They got to have their own private thoughts and their own private time. They weren't stuck with a phantom always over their shoulders, making crude comments and forcing him to do things he hated. He stepped around the teacher and into the hall, his two toned eyes looking after the twins as if they were some amazing, mystifying creature he had never seen before. As he watched them go down the hall and turn until his eyes could no longer follow them.<br/><br/>At this point, Ash was beside himself. Or at least beside his sister, who, once the pair had walked away, began to whisper horrid things into his ear. He would shake his head, having officially been done with the day after the first day, turned the opposite direction and headed towards the teachers lounge, hoping it would be empty so that he could be alone, or at least as alone as he could be. He got himself a cup of hot chocolate and settled himself in the darkest corner of the lounge, his wings rustling behind him as he settled and tried to forget the day.  He was distracted by an itch at his elbow and let out a soft growl from his throat. He always hated when they started healing, they always itched as they scabbed over. He would pull his jacket sleeve up and scratched at the jagged scar that ran just under his elbow and chewed on his lip. He let out a soft sign as the scar ripped, letting a drop of blood form. His eyes would glance around the room, make sure no one was watching, before he wiped up the blood and quickly licked the remains off his finger. There was no need to let it go to waste. Ashley always required that he make a blood sacrifice to appease her. Ash didn't know if it made her feel better or not though whenever she did get blood she often calmed down and left him alone for awhile. He would quickly pull his sleeve back down, unwilling to let anyone see what he did to himself to please his sister, and settled back down to enjoy his hot chocolate and forget the responsibilities of his duty as prefect.