Naomi tossed her things into her suitcase. She picked her mothers picture up off the dresser and gently ran the tips of her fingers across it. She clenched her jaw and suppressed the emotions that threatened to ruin her composure. She carefully laid the picture on top and zipped her suitcase. Her room, much like the rest of the house was bare. This had been home for so long but the academy was a fresh start. They were higher in age, but the academy had just come along. This was a chance to leave everything that had happened behind. Naomi took a deep breath and grabbed the box that encased the pendant and walked down the hall to where Enzo was. "Ready brother?"<br/>_______________<br/><br/>Enzo packed a backpack. He didn't own much and didn't need much. But he did grab his guitar. it meant the most to him. He zipped his bag shut, combed his hair and them nestled the comb in his pocket. He slung his back pack over one shoulder and carried his guitar in the other. "You really need the suit case and the bag?" he quirked his brow at Naomi.  Enzo had gone through his own batch of troubles. And he was ready to start fresh but as he always says "Old habits die hard." He shook his head "Nevermind, Let's go runt." Enzo chuckled slightly. He picked on his sister regularly.<br/><br/><br/>The two siblings opened there boxes and put on there pendants and began the fall.<br/><br/>They landed roughly onto the ground and Naomi griped. "They could've alt east put out an air mattress or something." She climbed slowly to her feet and re-gathered her suitcase and bags.<br/><br/>Enzo hit the ground whit a grunt, and shook his head at Naomi's complaints, but he had to admit the landing was rough. "A bit of a warning would be nice as well." He rose to his feet and picked up his guitar and slung his backpack over his shoulder.