<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/03/af/0d/03af0decc30c7bc22db04899bd58e795.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character Name</strong>: <em>Cordelia Goode</em><br/><strong>Who:</strong> <em>The Witches of Robichaux's Academy</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong> <em>Robichaux's Academy Lawn</em><br/><strong>When: </strong> <em><em>Friday, 13th of June</em></em></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>After giving everyone a moment to catch up among themselves, and have time for a small amount of chatter, Cordelia emerged from the doorway of the house.  She stood with a wrought iron cauldron in the crook of her elbow, and what seemed to be satchels of herbs.  She walked, smiling at the students of the academy before beckoning them to join her.<strong>"As a coven.  We will need to be as family.  To know what we can about one another, and each other's gifts.  I am not however, foolish enough to believe that this will happen in a matter of days, but it is something that must happen before choosing the Supreme.  This does not.... mean... that we are all expected to like one another, but we are to respect one another." </strong>She cleared her throat softly before continuing, not allowing much time for rebuttal.   Her tone was soft, but matter-of-fact as well and not to be challenged, but not seeming harsh.<br/><br/><strong>"Our first job as a <em>family</em>  is to protect what is sacred to us, and right now, that is our home... and our sister and brother witches.  So if you would all gather around in a circle around me please, at arms length apart so we can hold hands during ceremony."</strong>Cordelia set down the cauldron and its contents and took out a satchel of different herbs, handing them to each of them.  She did not tell them what the herbs were, but she knew what they were, pertinent to the ritual.  She then waved her hand at the thick wrought iron cauldron as flames leapt up from beneath it, causing the iron to become red.  She took her own pouch of herbs and stood between two of them.<strong>"One at a time... step forward, and drop your satchels into the cauldron so that they may permeate the air."</strong>As she stepped forward, dropping her own in first to show them the care and reverence she had instilled into her when it came to magical rituals she began to chant.  As her satchel burned. a cracking could be heard.. not of herbs, but the glass of a mirror as she cast a concealment spell.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> English</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>"To hide us from our enemies, <br/>The magic work.. beyond the trees.<br/>Mystic clouds, create a dream,<br/>And cause what's seen, to be unseen."</strong></div></div></div><strong>"Et a latere hostium   <br/>Opera .. magica super ligna. <br/>Mystica nubes, creare somnium, <br/>Et quid facere videntur, ut invisibilia."</strong><br/><br/>Once she finished the Latin phrase, the words rolling off of her tongue, clouds and plumes of bright white smoke would emit from the cauldron, washing over each of them from head to toe.  Crawling along the grass.. it enveloped the house, leaving them to see once more.  The smoke had no taste, nor texture, or smell.  It would continue to crawl and cover every visible part of the lawn before reaching the stone and iron gate surrounding the property, at which point it would move as though hitting an invisible wall, rippling overhead to the center of the property before disappearing.<br/><br/>As they would begin dropping in the satchels that were given to them, she would again begin to chant Latin once again.. this time... protecting them.  She would continue chanting until they all picked up on the words and chanted with her.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> English</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>"Protect us with all your might, Spirits gracious, day and night...<br/>Protect us with all your might, Spirits gracious, day and night...<br/>Protect us with all your might, Spirits gracious, day and night...."</strong></div></div></div><strong>"Ex omnibus viribus tuis, quaesumus, Spiritus bonus die ac nocte...<br/>Ex omnibus viribus tuis, quaesumus, Spiritus bonus die ac nocte...<br/>Ex omnibus viribus tuis, quaesumus, Spiritus bonus die ac nocte...."</strong>