Eastwood -Supernatural Academy (Closed probably)

Dalton looked around the area, "Storage maybe? The question is what were they storing?"

(Question one: Who is Penny going to room with? Question two: how can I bring Penny into this?)

(Can someone please tell me?)

"Dead bodies?" Cicada suggested. Her fire was beginning to freak her out. She moved it to her back. That way she couldn't see it.

"No, no, it's f-fine," Vien assured him. "My family was burned at the stake for magic. We were blamed for a bunch of d-disappearances and murders, and they killed all but one of us. And that was m-me," he said, his tone growing slightly sadder as he spoke, his hand moving up to fiddle with his locket. It was one of the only things that had survived the fire, other than the family spellbook

Dalton looked at Cicada as she moved the fire behind her, he was confused by it but didn't question it. "Maybe." he responded.

Cicada continued looking around, "You find anything?"

“Oh, really? I’m sorry for your loss,” Wess replied, not knowing what else to say.

Vien shrugged. "It was a long time ago. N-Not much to be sorry for anymore." He turned a corner, his face lifting a little as he found the café. "There's the c-café. It's really big," he said quietly

"Not really," Dalton said disappointed, "At least it's a good place to hide or hang out or something."

“Yeah,” Wess agreed, “Well, shall we?” Wess walked up and opened the door, dramatically gesturing to the entrance.

Cicada nodded, "Yeah, let's get out of here."

Dalton got up and followed Cicada out of the cubby. "That was fun."

Vien chuckled softly. "I suppose we shall," he said, a little proud he had managed not to stutter. He opened the door for Wess out of habit, fingers drumming against his thigh absently

Cicada smiled, "Yeah. Let's keep going!"

"You can lead this time." He said stepping aside so Cicada could pass, "By the way, is it cool if I call you like Cece or something. I have a thing for nicknames."

Wess smiled and got into line, it seemed Vien was warming up to him. Wess looked at the menu, scanning the options. None of the options were really appealing to him, so Wess decided to get a normal coffee with some creamer.

(Gtg for a bit)

Cicada shrugged, "I don't care. I have an uncle that insists on calling my Katydid."

She walked through the library.

Dalton followed, "Katydid? Why?"

"A Cicada can sometimes be called a Katydid," she sighed, "It's the insect that makes a lot of noise during the summer."

"Yeah I know what it is, I didn't know people called them Katydids though."

(oof ok, see ya Leafy)
Vien waited in line behind Wess, fumbling with his wallet while he waited. He ended up ordering a caramel mocha, somehow managing not to drop his wallet as he paid and accepted the coffee. "Would you like to s-sit down?" he asked, gesturing to a small, out of the way booth near one of the windows

"Yeah," Cicada looked around. another cubby hole, "You get to go first Dal."

Dalton smiled at the nickname before entering the cubby, "Looks like the last one. I need light though."

Cicada crawled in after him. She lit her hand on fire again.

Dalton looked around before putting his focus on a rope tied the floor. He pulled on the rope and fell backward when it oped a square hole in the floor and a ladder was visible, "A trap door?"

"Oo," Cicada smiled, "Well what are we waiting for?!"

Name: Harley Fay
Age: 17
Sexuality: bi
Gender: female
Clan: Loyaliteit
Supernatural Ability: umbrakinesis and ability to talk to animals
Personality: develop
Appearance: black hair that fades to silver and blue. Blue-green eyes that darken when she is angry or when she uses her powers
Clothing: uses inspiration from favourite movies to plan outfits
Background: you’ll find out
Other: she had a cat named smoke that can change into a horse. She is good at archery

"Me?" Dalton looked at Cicada like she was insane, "Why me? There could be a three-headed dog down there who hasn't been fed in 500 years and is totally willing to have me as a quick snack!"