I can still see you standing there Summer tangled in your hair. First week of july. First day of my life. My voice shook when i said hello. And from that word we couldn't take it slow . (:

☆ WEDNESDAY, TUESDAY 18th: free event where kyle's love life really gets shitty.
 
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6.17; diagon alley.
it's almost the start of the school year at hogwarts, though this one isn't looking to splendid with dumbledore dead. though it seems as if most wizards and witches are taking a trip down to diagon alley.
 
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June 14th: a swim test will be issued to all campers. whether its your first year or your fifth, you still have to do it. If you don't past the test, you don't get access to the lake all summer. We're not trying to be mean, that's just camp rules
 
collab with @kari-chan
 
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Today was the swim test.
 
It was so pointless, I mean I had been swimming in a pool my whole life. Plus it meant we had to get up at some ungodly hour. I checked my Iphone, it was 7 in the morning. What was this, boot camp!?
 
It sure felt like boot camp.
 
Grumbling I got up and changed into my leopard bikini. Already, I was missing my hair straightener as it was a frizzy mess. I fussed at it for awhile and ended up putting it up in a messy bun.
 
I began to walk to the lake and noticed I was one of the first there. Mac & Brynne were talking about something but hushed up when I arrived.
 
They were clearly talking about me. I rolled my eyes and waved at them, god it was going to be so exhausting to deal with them all summer. Just being in their presence was draining. Suddenly an idea sprang into my mind
 
"I'm not getting wet. I have a doctor's certificate that says I'm not allowed to enter these waters," I announced. It could easily be written up, considering the state of the lake. Let's just say it wasn't crystal clear. However my announcement was met with snorts and grumbles. Whatever.
 
I notice Ivy and decide to go talk to her. Out of anybody at this dump, she's the one I can stand the most.
 
"My god," I proclaimed, turning up my nose in disgust. "She's such a brown-noser. The cost of this suit is like the same as her last forty haircuts put together."
 
"Four hundred, sixty six and tax," comes Ivy's less than enthused response. I wonder what her issue is? I mean it's not she was forced to come here.
 
"I know, right?" I sniffed. "My dad sending me here is such a joke. Roach motel, practically." Now that was completely true. In fact growing up with my hippie mother, I probably stayed at nicer places. My mind trailed back to my real home: New York. I figured Ivy would understand. So I continued "I miss the Upper East Side so much. Saks and Bendels and the soirees and champagne fountains..."
 
"Mmhm..." she murmured noncommittally. Something about her response ate at me. Why didn't she care more about New York? I mean it was my home. I would never willingly trade it for a place like this.
 
"I mean, god, the parties," I exclaimed. "This one time at a gala to save the Central Park reservoir or some such drivel, Drake Vanderbilt and I toootally hooked up in the Plaza bathroom." I give her a smirk.
 
"Oh please," Ivy said , rolling her eyes. Ivy crossed her arms and looks me in the eye. "I've known Drake since Pre-K. You would never have a chance with him." Her words felt like a slap to the face. Who was she to say that to me? Especially after what she had done!? I thought the she and I might have the possibility of being friends even. Guess not.
 
"Excuse me?" I replied coldly and raised my eyebrows. Ivy's next words would change the way I acted towards her from now on.
 
"You're so pretentious," Ivy snapped. "Maybe you can fool everyone else, but you're not some queen bee back on Park Avenue. B-List at best. You're new money. Stop pretending to be Miss Popularity - that was me, and we both know it."
 
I can't believe the tone she used. But I do note the 'was' and take a little joy out of it. No matter how hard Ivy tried, I could still tell how much she wanted to be that little A-lister again. Too bad that wasn't happening any time soon.
 
"They were right, you know," I sneered. "You ARE neurotic. No wonder Daniel found another girl." Right as soon as the words are out of my mouth I see her jaw drop. Ivy gasped and I couldn't help but grin.
 
"Honey, people have gossiped about me since I was in third grade," Ivy said , trying to keep her voice even. "You, on the other hand..." I lean forward and whisper in her ear, "you're not even worth talking about."
 
The words sting. But I know she's wrong. People talked about me. Just not horrible things like they were saying to her. Suddenly I feel a rush of loyalty to the people back home. I smirk, a plan has entered my mind. Without giving myself time to back out I reach for Ivy's tacky bikini bottoms and gave them a tug.
 
God she's pale. Her ass was blinding.
 
"Whoops," I said coldly. Ivy scrambled to her feet but Brynne appeared out of nowhere, hand closing like a vice around my wrist as Ivy lunged to slap me.
 
"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.
 
"Her bikini bottoms were falling off so I offered to tie them back up. My hand must have slipped," I replied innocently.
 
"What!? That's /not/ what happened," Ivy shrieks, spitting with anger. I can't help but giggle but soon realize my mistake.
 
"Mac? Take these girls back to the cabins. Both of them aren't swimming this year."
 
"What!?" we both exclaimed.
 
Without another word I'm back in my cabin.
 
Mac turns to me. "You really have changed," she said softly

name; Persephone Spurgeon
age/year; 7th year/ 17
house; gryffindor
blood status; pure
model; yumi lambert
 
amortentia; summer nights air, new book smell, vanilla essence and a certain somebody
patronus; a lion
boggart; being buried alive
house / quidditch positions; chaser
wand; 13 1/4 in, maple, dragon core, surprisingly swishy
broom; firebolt
 
personality; sarcastic, flirty, witty, outgoing, aggressive, adventurous, reckless, humorous, arrogant at times
likes; quidditch, honeydukes, her pet owl (Soren) , classic rock 'n' roll, muggle cars, prank wars (specifically the massive one going on between herself and the Weasley twins), reading
dislikes; massive amounts of homework, liars, bullying (specifically how people are rude to mudbloods), how dark things are getting, her nightmares, history of magic
 
bio; From afar it'd seem like Persephone has everything together. A solid group of friends, being an amazing quidditch player, boys chasing her, alright grades, part of the most legendary pranks Hogwarts has ever seen. And more! Now what could be wrong in Persephone's life? Maybe the fact that her mother, a former member of the order of the phoenix was buried alive. Yes, now that would make sense. Especially since that traumatic experience happened when she was only 7 years old. Yet Persephone remembers it perfectly, thanks to the recurring nightmares. What really happened that day? Well it was discovered that Voldemort (or more likely one of his henchmen) had slipped Draught of Living Death potion in Persephone's mother's drink. This resulted in her mother appearing to be dead and an almost instant funeral. Nobody knows exactly how but something happened when Persephone's mother was placed in the coffin and actually buried. Nobody knows exactly what or how, but Persephone's mother managed to get herself out of the coffin and dig herself out of the fresh dirt. Magic use was suspected but not proven. Nobody will certainly forget the sight of seeing one assumed to be dead stick a pale hand out of the freshly piled dirt. Especially Persephone. Now her mother hasn't been exactly the same since the event. She rarely leaves her bed and is no longer really a part of society, let alone the order of the phoenix. This whole ordeal clearly explains why Persephone's boggart is being buried alive, and her nightmares.
 
Persephone doesn't want past, present or future evil ordeals impact her life. Which is why she makes herself so busy at Hogwarts. She feels like nothing can touch her within the walls of Hogwarts. Sure it's a pretty naive idea, but Persephone doesn't care. At Hogwarts she doesn't have to see her mother who repeats the same words over and over again. She doesn't have to read the papers about whatever horrible event just happened. Instead she can just be known as one of Hogwarts most bad ass and completely destroy at Quidditch.
 
If she doesn't crack from the pressures of her demanding father and the annoyances of a certain Weasley.
 
Persephone's 7th year is going to be one for the books

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Really planning some massive pranks this year. Just warning you.
 
- Persephone
 
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the epic harry potter challenge; introduction.
 
tagging @teenroyalty because we're doing this together [:
 
name ; calypso merit
house ; hufflepuff
blood status ; half
wand ; dragon heartstring, cedar, 13 in
pet; elvis, a pug.
animagi; cougar
 
amortentia; wildefire smoke, pink pepper, tobacco, hot chestnuts, and polished leather
mirror of erised; power. and attractive men lying around. power. and quorra and her living it up
patronus; cougar
boggart; quorra dying
bio; Calypso Merit, rarely ever seen without somebody who people swear is her twin: Quorra Procyon. They have a trouble making friendship that may even rival the legendary one of Fred & George. Together they've pulled off some of the most bad ass stunts and pranks Hogwarts has ever seen. This is much thanks to the fact they snuck into Hogwarts during the summer and stole books from the restricted section. With all of this knowledge of harmful and mischievous spells, the girls were unstoppable. People swear they should be in Gryffindor. They reply that you don't understand how great Hufflepuff is then.
 
Calypso wasn't always the part of the duo nor nearly as mischievous and reckless as she is today. She actually filled every box that would make her the perfect match for hufflepuff. She was sweet, smart and very shy. Until she met Quorra. Calypso was then taken under her wing and hasn't flown away since. Calypso provides her brains and loyalty. Quorra provides her fearlessness and stubbornness. Together they make quite the team.
 
There's not too much known about Calypso's upbringing and family life. And that's the way she likes it. Calypso's more than fine with being known as troublemaker number two. Something that may shock you is the fact that Calypso's a half-blood. She doesn't exactly advertise it. Her father is a mechanic and her mother is quite the high society witch. Not exactly the type of match you'd expect to see. It really did work though. However when Calypso turned 7 her parents got a divorce which left her to her father. Calypso had no idea about the wizarding world even existing till she got that fateful letter. Which was hand delivered to her as Calypso's father kept trying to hide it from her. Tensions are still high with Calypso's father as her father is against everything about her mother. Including the wizarding part. Calypso hasn't seen her mother in years and hopes to visit her as soon as she's of age.
 
Calypso's armed with a overly obese pug, restricted section knowledge and Quorra. Hogwarts better watch out.
 
clubs; slug club, dumbledore's army.
house / quidditch positions; beater. her and quorra are unstoppable
favorite teacher; lupin
favorite house; hufflepuff obvs
favorite spell; calypso loves the ones that cause problems for other people. such as: the Bat-Bogey Hex, Toenail-growing hex, Sardine hex, Instant scalping hex etc.
 
friends;
+ quorra procyon, hufflepuff
+ ginny weasley, gryffindor
+ seamus finnigan, gryffindor
+ elvis, the obese talking pug
 
enemies;
+draco malfoy, slytherin.
+lavender brown, gryffindor
+cho chang, ravenclaw
+pansy parkinson, slytherin.
 
family;
+brian merit: ben kingsley : father. (muggle)
+luna merit: brooke shields : mother. (witch)
 
boyfriend; seamus finnigan. eventually.
job after graduation; something to do with magical creatures
other;
+ calypso loves animals. so much. which is why she's one of the few who actually enjoys care of magical creatures
+ calypso wants to travel the world someday with quorra, she thinks it'd be the best thing ever
+ calypso is surprisingly a romantic. however none of her relationships really seem to pan out though
+ calypso's style is edgy overall. with a few girly pieces. the same can be said about her personality.
+ because of her muggle father, calypso knows more about the muggle world than the average witch/wizard
 
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I missed Hogwarts like crazy.
 
Really, being stuck in a house days on end was no picnic. Especially when I was alone most of the time. Left to my own devices, which usually meant spending my days watching the telly.
And then there was my father, completely in denial about anything related to magic and my mother. He worked all the time now and I hardly ever saw him. And when I did he always talked to me about the muggle world, never about my life at school or my mother. Our conversations were strained at best. I swore he would always have this little hope that I would stop going to Hogwarts. That I wouldn’t become a witch.
 
So when Quorra showed up on my front step with nothing but a mischievous smile and nothing else, I knew I was fully a part of whatever plan she had in mind.
 
I had no idea we'd end up breaking into the one place I'd been thinking about all summer long. Hogwarts, my real home.
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“Ready for this shit?” Quorra questioned with a daring grin. We were both in our Hogwarts uniform, just as a precautionary measure in case somebody saw us. Like Filch, I mean did he even ever leave Hogwarts.
 
“Completely ready, this is going to be the best thing we’ve ever done,” I replied excitedly. I really was amazed by our plan. We had spent hours going over it to make sure it was flawless. It was our most risky plan to date. I mean we could end up with daunting detentions even before the term began. But it was a risk we both wanted to take.
 
Arriving to Hogwarts was surprisingly easy. I figured that would be our greatest challenge but it turns out it was fairly easy. I mean all we did to arrive to Hogwarts was ride a mystical motorcycle. It was actually pretty freaking badass. I almost wanted somebody to spot us in the sky.
 
“So we just walk in?” I asked incredulously. I mean really, all of this felt way too easy. I mean I knew Hogwarts was protected from muggle’s eyes but was it really this easy for two witches to stroll into Hogwarts?
 
“Alohomora,” Quorra whispered. To both of our disbelief the main door to Hogwarts opened. This was more than insane. She gestured as if to say after you. I took a deep breath and walked into the familiar corridors.
 
I paused, waiting for something akin to an explosion to occur. An alarm system blaring, at least. But alas, not a sound was made. Quorra and I exchanged astounded glances but we soon took off at a sprint. We both knew our luck usually didn’t last long.
 
The fact was proven when I suddenly felt ice cold, as if I had just had a freezing cold shower. Quorra seemed to have the same experience and we both knew what that meant.
 
We had just had the extreme pleasure of walking through a ghost.
 
And of course that ghost happened to be nearly headless Nick. Also known as one of the most annoying, in my eyes anyway.
 
“Why what are you two girls doing here?!” he bellowed. I cringed at his loudness, probably whoever else in the castle had heard him. Quorra and I were speechless for a moment, trying to think of the appropriate response.
 
“We were heading to the library,” I replied. Sometimes telling the truth was the best option.
 
However Nick wasn’t buying it. I supposed it wasn’t the best excuse considering Quorra and I’s troublesome ways. However Quorra always seemed to have my back. Like always. And she was always the convincing actress.
 
“Please Nick. Just let us leave. You’re awfully scary,” she cried and averted her eyes from Nick’s. Coupled with Quorra’s shaky voice, the effect was perfect.
 
“Really? Why, thank you. And I’m sorry girls! I best be on my way!” Nick exclaimed and dissipated into the air. I gave Quorra a large grin.
 
“Nice job. Everybody knows he wants to be seen as some ferocious ghost,” I complimented her. She laughed.
 
“Honestly if he wanted to go the scary route you’d think he’d ditch the hats. And take a more bloody baron approach.” We dissolved into laughter and managed to make it into the library without any further troubles.
 
Now to snag that book. Which of course was in the restricted section. Fan bloody tastic. Normally to get a book from there, you would need some form of permission from a teacher. And that obviously wasn’t going to happen today. Which is why operation break into Hogwarts and get the dark magic book was formed.
 
Really, for such dangerous books they weren’t guarded too well. They were just roped off. But of course the book we wanted was chained to the shelf. It made me even more anxious to read its secrets inside. It had to be full of dark magic, why else would it be chained up?
 
Quorra and I tried many spells, it was extremely frustrating. All of them seemed to have an effect on the heavy metal chain bounding the book, however none would complete the task.
 
“Bombarda!” I exclaimed, putting all of my anger and frustration into the spell. It wasn’t probably the best idea of mine, as the spell triggered a miniature explosion. Still it got the job the done. The chain was gone. But there was also the problem of the book being majorly signed.
 
“Reparo,” I said with a sigh. The book seemed now in perfect condition. Minus the chain, only.
 
“Very impressive. A bit dramatic and over the top, but it works,” Quorra commented teasingly. I stuck out my tongue in response.
 
Giddily we took off from the library and headed back outside.
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Our jubilation of sneaking into Hogwarts and managing to steal a dark magic book was short lived. Because we bumped into Peeves. We both groaned inwardly.
 
“Now what do we have here?” Peeves waggled his finger in our faces. “Two Hufflepuff students here during the summer, breaking in perhaps?” he rose his eyebrow and tsked in mock
seriousness. “I don’t know what to do about this.”
 
“Not tell on us?” I asked hopefully.
 
“Yeah, Peeves come on. We’ve helped you with many pranks over the years,” Quorra added.
 
Peeves scratched his chin at that comment and pretended to be considering. We had come too far to get stopped from Peeves of all people. It took all my might not to chuck the book at him.
 
“Fiiiiine. I guess I could help you ladies. But you owe me.” Peeves took off into the distance and we could hear sounds of his destruction.
I could tell that he was in the Kitchen, as the sound of crashing plates echoed throughout the school. Along with Peeves cries of showing the ickle house elfs his pain. Along with some other colourful words. Soon we heard another voice Quorra and I recognized immediately.
 
“PEEVES! YOU WILL STOP HITTING THAT POT WITH THAT SPOON NOW. AND STOP TORMENTING THE HOUSE ELVES.” Only one person had that strict and bossy tone.
 
“Mcgonagall!” Quorra and I exclaimed at the same time.
 
We took that as our cue to leave and booked it out of Hogwarts as quickly as humanly possible. Once outside we were panting but we gave each other a grin.
 
“Another job well done, nice Calypso,” Amora said holding her hand out for a high five. I returned it quite hard.
 
“You too. I was sure we were going to get caught.”
 
“Never.”
 
And with that giggled and took off into the night on the enchanted motorcycle.
 
The tale of breaking into Hogwarts was one I was definitely going to tell the grandkids.

June 10th: it's the first day of camp. check your cabin assignments and head on over to your new home. Counselors make sure you have the cabins ready for your campers and that everyone is in the right place. There will be a welcoming bonfire at 9pm so meet up at the fire pit and prepare yourselves for the traditional opening night ceremonies.
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First day of Camp Wazi.
Or as I liked to call it : my complete and utter hell.
 
I never imagined I'd return to this place. Ever.
But thanks to my 'lovely' mother, here I was. The familiar camp entrance greeted me and I was rooted in place. Memories flowed back into my mind of earlier years at camp. Fun ones. Laughter. Smiles. And even a few tears.
 
"Lucy? Care to help me?" my mother asked. She was unloading all of my luggage. And believe me, I had packed everything I could fit into my Louis Vuitton suitcases. Even still I didn't know how I was going to survive without my straightener. It just wouldn't fit in.
 
"Mother. It's /Lucia/. How many times do I have to remind you?" I snapped. She cringed, like every other time I snapped at her during this long trip to camp. You'd think she got used to it by now. I sighed dramatically and put on my large sunglasses.
 
By the time I was out of the car my mother was done with all of my stuff. Ooops. Guess I'd taken too long.
 
"So have fun! It'll be just like old times, I'm sure of it!" my mother exclaimed. Her voice was full of positivity, it made me want to gag. However behind that sunshine like attitude was a more watery and hopeful voice. I rolled my eyes.
 
"Mother, I hope you know I'm not going to magically transform into my ten year old self at camp. And I don't do good-byes. So you can leave now," I ordered. Mother clearly didn't understand the part of me not enjoying goodbyes as she leaned in for a hug. Which I dodged. Hurt flashed on her face and for like, a second I almost felt bad. Almost.
 
My mother clambered into the car and without another glance she was off. Leaving me in a cloud of exhaust and the worst summer humanely possible.
 
God, this was really happening. I thought she was bluffing. I mean what kind of mother would actually force their own daughter to attend some random camp? In Maine for fuckingggg sakes. I doubt this place even had cell reception. I proved my point by taking out my Iphone and of course it displayed 0 bars. Great, no connection with the outside world. What happened if I died from a bear attack or something?
 
"Need help with all of those suitcases?" a male voice asked. I glanced up to see a boy who in any circumstance I'd find pretty attractive. But his eyebrows were cockily raised and his eyes full of mirth. It was like he was judging me for all of my luggage and my outfit. He obviously didn't understand that I had considered wearing a hazmat suit was an actual clothing option for Camp Wazi.
 
"Yes I need help. I'm supposed to be at cabin six," I responded with a toss of my hair. He nodded and grabbed two out of my six suitcases. We walked for a bit before stopping.
 
"Lucy? I remember you!" he exclaimed. His proclamation brought another girl to us. Great, a freaking welcoming party.
 
"No way. That can't be Lucy. I remember Lucy. She was cool. A real troublemaker right up there with me. This girl...I mean shit. She has upper east sider with daddy problems and brand name everything written all over her," the girl replied to the guy. I narrowed my eyes and shot her a glare. This was really starting to bother me. I had planned on nobody remembering me. And now I couldn't remember who these people were.
 
"It's really Lucy. Look at this luggage tag,” the boy gestured to my luggage tag. The girl followed his gesture and his eyes widened.
 
“Geez, Zach. It really is her. God, Lucy what happened to you? You look like Barbie now.” Zach. So that was the boy’s name. It took a moment but then the memories came back. He used to be a scrawny little thing, with teeth always missing. It would always be me, Zach and another girl.
 
“It’s Lucia now. And whatever the old me was like, don't expect her to make a reappearance,” I said with a smack of my gum. That made Zach’s and the other girl’s jaw drop.
 
“Well /Lucia/, I don't expect you to remember but I’m Mac. We used to be best friends here. You weren’t a completely fake Barbie,” she retorted. I tried not to show that was she was indeed correct about my memory. But all it took was a name to the face and I could picture Mac & I at camp. Us sharing secrets, pulling pranks, staying up past curfew. It almost brought a smile to my face.
 
“I'll take that as a compliment. I mean I'm certainly glad I don’t look like my past self. Now are you just here to mindlessly insult me or are you going to help take my luggage to cabin 6?” I questioned with a sickly sweet smile.
 
“I would decline that ever so sweet offer but I'm a counsellor now. Which means I got to help the campers. But it also means you have to listen to me,” Mac warned. I rolled my eyes, whatever. This summer just got even worse.
 
Eventually all of my stuff made it to cabin six and I began to unpack. There were some other girls already there and talking to each other like they hadn't seen each other in eons. Their bubbly bright tones grated on my ears. I grimaced and tried focusing on putting away my make-up collection. I was in the middle of putting away my MAC eye shadows when I got interrupted. Again. Something told me this was going to be a common occurrence at Camp Wazi.
 
“Hi, are you my other cabin mate?” she questioned. I whipped around to the sound of my voice and scoffed.
 
“Nope. Obviously not. Just unpacking my stuff in this very cabin,” I answered sarcastically.
 
“Lucy?” comes her response. Oh joy! Another girl knows about my past. I squinted and suddenly her name came to mind. Faye.
 
“Let’s get one thing clear, Faye. I’m Lucia now,” I informed her. I prepared myself for another round of questions but thankfully Faye left the cabin, leaving me alone.
 
Finally. I was alone. Now maybe camp wouldn't be so bad if I could just stay in the cabin and listen to music. I put my headphones in my ear and plopped down on the bed.
 
Definitely not down feather.
 
I let my mind wander as the music picked up speed. I was reading the old carvings on the wall next to my bed, and traced one in particular. Lucy + Zach it read. And it was surrounded by a heart. Next to it was another carving ‘lucy and mac. Best friends 4ever.’
 
Boy, how had the tables turned.

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☆ TUESDAY, JUNE 11th: A superhero keeps their body on top shape. Today you will be heading to the gym where you will have J.A.R.V.I.S. as your personal trainer and an array of Tony’s musical collection for extra motivation. Upper body training by morning, lower body by evening for a grand total of at least two hours well spent at our gymnasium. Fail to attend and be prepared to face the consequences on the battlefield.
 
I was definitely feeling the gym today. The punch bag was beckoning to me. I really needed to punch something. Hard. I began pounding the bag with all might. The week’s frustrations came out in a flurry of right hooks. Some jabs. Even a few kicks. I kept at this for what seemed to be ages. For a moment it was like nothing other than what was happening in the gym existed. No Captain rah rah screwing up my love life. No drama. Just me and this stupid blue and red punching bag. This reminded me of the stupid patriotic king himself. I punched the bag with even more strength, and it nearly went off its chain
 
“Feeling some teenage angst?” a female’s voice questioned. I whirled around and came face to face with Jennifer. Wanda was standing next to her.
 
“You know it. All the angst is directed for my undying love towards you and Wanda. The love triangle is tearing me apart,” I managed to say between controlled breaths.
 
“Let me guess. This teenage love triangle stars you as the werewolf with his shirt off 90 percent of the time?” Wanda quipped.
 
“Why, yes it does. Shall I showcase the rock hard abs now?” I teased and began lifting up my shirt.
 
“No. Don't make me go green,” Jennifer warned with raised eyebrows.
 
“The plot thickens. A werewolf, a human and a green hued enchantress all are part of a wicked love triangle,” I replied and wiggled my eyebrows.
 
“In your dreams Richmond,” Wanda retorted and rolled her eyes.
 
“Well I know I’m already in yours,” I smirked at Jennifer. She scoffed at me.
 
“Need another reminder of my powers?”
 
“Well actually it was pretty hot the last time you-“
Before I could finish my sentence Jennifer begins to change. Jennifer grew bigger and bigger. And more green. Soon she towered over me and Wanda. She seemed more in control of this change (meaning she didn't seem to want to fling me around) and instead showed off. She did this through lifting over 1000 pounds in weights and even managed to knock the punching bag off its chain with one single punch. It left a dent in the wall. After Jennifer’s little show she turned back into the girl I knew and loved.
 
“Always a show with you. I swear you almost enjoy turning into she-hulk,” I told her with a grin.
 
“No, your reaction just never gets old,” she replied.
 
“Plus you need the reminder that a girl can kick your ass at any given moment,” Wanda added with a sharp laugh.
 
“Too true!” Jennifer chimes.
 
“Okay is this little episode of girl power done? Because I need to hit the shower.” Wanda and Jennifer nod furiously.
 
Hey, I can take a hint. I leave the gym with a towel around my neck. I began to make my way to my room when I bump into Amora who was looking more than flustered.
 
“Did even you know?!” she questioned furiously.
 
“Know about what…?” I trailed off. What was Amora talking about? She was making even less sense than usual.
 
“Wait. They would never trust /you/ with info like that. Oh my god. You might be the only one here who hasn't been lying to me in anyway. I might have to trust you,” Amora rambled. Her eyes widened with shock and an aghast expression was clear on her face.
 
“Um, sure?” Amora continued to ramble about Asgard, a few other details. I wasn't really paying attention though and was more looking for a way to leave the conversation. This was just too strange. Even for me. Luckily my escape came in the form of a group of girls. Crystal, Bobbi and Sersi to be exact. I gave Bobbi my classic look of ‘please get me the hell away from this situation’ and she picked up on it straight away.
 
“Sorry, Amora. But Kyle was just about to meet us girls for some power food. I mean we all worked out really hard,” Bobbi explained and began to drag me away from Amora. She began to protest but all three of the girls took me away from her.
 
“Fine, Kyle! But we’re not done talking about this,” Amora called.
 
Great.
 
“Thanks for saving me.”
 
“No prob Richmond. But what was that all about?” Crystal questioned. I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea. It was like Amora had just discovered something that changed everything. I mean she was talking to me civilly almost. I explained this to the girls and they just began laughing. We soon arrived at the kitchens. I was actually kinda hungry so I began to make some food.
 
“Kyle, Sersi was telling me about how you were trying to make Sharon jealous,” Bobbi told me as I took a bite out of my sandwich. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t hurt S.C. So I wouldn't have to kick your ass.”
 
I threw up my hands in surrender. “No ass kicking is needed. I’m done with that phase of my plan.”
 
“Plan?” Crystal asked curiously.
 
“Don’t ask,” Sersi and Bobbi reply at the same time.
 
“Basically the plan where Sharon becomes mine and Captain rah rah doesn't,” I explained. Crystal bit her lip as if thinking of something else.
 
“So what’s the next phase of this obviously horrible plan?” Sersi asked.
 
“Romance,” I answer simply. This caused laughter and raised eyebrows from the girls.
 
“You romance?”
 
“Kyle Richmond, romance expert?”
 
“As if.” They all bowl over with laughter.
 
“Hah, hah. Very funny. But I'll have you know I have something very romantic planned for this evening,” I said cutting into their laughter.
 
“Oh really? Do tell,” Bobbi asked.
 
“A candlelit picnic on top of the stark building. Held during the night. Champagne and roses, all that girly shit,” I explained. Bobbi whistled loudly.
 
“Well I’d be damned. Kyle Richmond is actually capable of romance.”
 
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” I said seductively.
 
“And then Kyle ruins our momentary shock by making a comment like that,” Sersi added dryly. I try my best not to chuckle but I do. And before we know it, everyone’s laughing.
 
“Now go take a shower, cause you stink. And romance the hell out of Sharon. I believe in team avian all the way,” Bobbi commented.
 
I give her a smirk. Sharon had no idea what was coming to her.
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I was ready to woo Sharon. I sat on a picnic table surrounded by only candles and the dark night sky. Oh and the glittering lights of New York down below. It was quite a magnificent view if I did say so myself.
 
Earlier I had left Sharon a note, instructing that she should come up here at 8. I checked my watch, it was ten past 8. I sighed, guess this was all for nothing. She was probably shacking it up with king patriotic himself.
 
I was interrupted from my rant when Sharon arrived. And not a moment too soon, I was about to take the contents of the picnic and toss it over the roof.
 
“You look stunning, as always,” I whispered in her ear as I gave her a hug. “This is for you,” I gestured to the entire picnic.
 
“Wow Kyle, I’m speechless.”
 
“That’s a first.” That earned me a light punch from her. We sat down and begin eating the food.
 
“Kyle you didn't make this food. It’s delicious!” S.C. exclaimed between bites of food. I pretended to look offended for a while but then grinned.
 
“You caught me. It’s a restaurant special. But you’re what really makes it special,” I flirted. I almost felt like punching myself for saying that, I mean could I get more lame? However S.C.’s view on the comment was different. I swear I saw her blush. Which was a first, for sure.
 
We continued laughing, talking and eating for quite a long time. It didn't feel that way though. I even ended up telling Sharon a bit about my parents. Not everything, I wasn't ready for that. But a large amount, still. She even agreed to help me find out more about their deaths. All too soon, the night was over.
 
But I didn’t want it to end.
 
“Want to go for another flight?” I questioned.
 
“Definitely.”
 
We took off from the roof and into the black, glittering night.
 
It was the best I felt in awhile

Name: Serena Fulton
Age: 18
Sign: Aquarius
Symbol: Waterbearer
Element: Air
Power: water manipulation and ice manipulation
Personality traits: Unconventional, impulsive, friendly, gregarious, inventive, future-minded, inquisitive, objective, spontaneous.
Can also be: Unpredictable, unreliable, aloof, self-centered, judgmental, dogmatic.
In a partnership: Friendly, loyal once committed, supportive, open minded, playful, tolerant, fickle, cold, selfish.
Likes: Friends, personal freedom, surprises, ideas, the future, diversity, intellectual stimulation.
Dislikes: Possessiveness, jealousy, ego displays, narrow mindedness, arguments, control.
Bio: Serena, if she ends up graduating will embody Aquarius. This is something that Serena's quite looking forward to considering she's very future minded. She doesn't like to live in the past at all. Especially considering her past isn't the best one out there. Serena grew up in a small southern town where her father was the mayor. Him being so made Serena kinda a big deal in the small town. However she took everything in stride and was very sociable and friendly. However her tastes didn't mesh with her strict, traditional family. As Serena's father was loosing power in the political world, Serena's parents became even more constricting. They praded Serena as the perfect debutante and classic southern belle. They used her as a marketing tool. Pressure and Serena was never a good mix.At one of her father's policical gala's Serena ended up blowing up. In front of the camera's. That didn't help her father in the polls. Her father and mother became quite cruel after that. Serena couldn't handle it and ended up driving to Canada with her best friend. Which is where she began to notice her powers. Living in the sweltering south, Serena didn't have the means to even showcase any of her talents. In Alaska? That changed. Slowly but surely, Serena noticed her ablilites. Until they became super clear when she went skating and nearly fell through thin ice. Only to create rock hard ice to block her fall. That's when Serena came full force into her powers. The academy took notice and informed her of well- everything. Impulsively Serena left for the school immediately. She's very interested in developing her powers and of her near future.
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Model: Frida Gustavsson
taken by: @larissa-xo

ew, ew ,ew. this set.
well at least it's done and the actual episodes can start.
 
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[HOME & WORK]
 
Home: As Isla is always traveling, she doesn't have a permanent home. However she always finds the most luxurious places wherever she travels. From penthouse suites to a cozy friends place, Isla lives in style.
 
Work: a top newscaster on the global scale. Recognized as one of the best. She's a natural on the TV and covers the biggest news the quickest and best.
 
[FAMILY & FRIENDS]
 
family;
 
Mother- Jane, 52 - well known makeup artist (michelle pfeiffer)
 
Father - Dillon, 47 - chef (mike dopud)
 
Sister- Emily, 28 - model (sasha pivovarova)
 
friends;
 
Adam Berghart - best guy friend (River Viiperi)
Kira Andrews - best friend (Elise Helene)
 
pet;
- chinook, husky puppy
 
[PAST RELATIONSHIPS]
 
-Colton Dayes, 29 (Travis Van Winkle)
Isla's really only major serious relationship. They dated for 3 years and he even proposed to her. However Isla discovered he was very controlling and their visions of the future didn't line up. He wanted her to be the role of soccer mom, not the jet setting traveller that Isla is. She ended things before they could get anymore serious