Sarah Sabastian (
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skymuffins2011-07-30 09:21 pm
[Sept. 1/11] The Dining Hall, Early Evening
Supper at Thrones Academy was always quieter at the end of the year.
At the very beginning of the year, it was different. Older students found their tables—some claimed in years past, others rearranging themselves to suit how friendships had changed over the course of the two month long holiday all returning students had endured—while the newest class, the ninth graders, congregated at the tables set up for them. In the weeks that followed they would realize that they were allowed to move to other tables. And they would realize that no one wished them to do so.
For now, they were thoroughly engrossed in talking to those of their year and the rest of the grades were varying degrees of relieved about it. The new kids did not notice the way that the Headmistress, Lenore Aubrey, did not at them even once for all that their tables were closest to her.
The older students knew why.
At the very beginning of the year, it was different. Older students found their tables—some claimed in years past, others rearranging themselves to suit how friendships had changed over the course of the two month long holiday all returning students had endured—while the newest class, the ninth graders, congregated at the tables set up for them. In the weeks that followed they would realize that they were allowed to move to other tables. And they would realize that no one wished them to do so.
For now, they were thoroughly engrossed in talking to those of their year and the rest of the grades were varying degrees of relieved about it. The new kids did not notice the way that the Headmistress, Lenore Aubrey, did not at them even once for all that their tables were closest to her.
The older students knew why.

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"He's trying to hard," she reported, dutifully. "He wants to be buddies with them all, I'm pretty sure, but he's going all-out to impress. Might be trouble. Might not. I guess we'll see how stupid he turns out to be."
Thank you, Alexis.
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Which she really shouldn't when she was kinda-sorta one of his bosses.
"And even if he is trying too hard, he was still accepted into the H.A.H. That counts for something."
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There was that kind of overprotective best buddy vibe under all of that. Because if he misbehaved for Cassidy and Alexis found out, she was going to totally shake him by the scruff of his shirt.
Or, uh, give him a talking to.
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Cassidy was, after all, formidable in her own right.
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"Well, yeah." And while Alexis wanted to tease Cassidy and say that was because they saw her hanging around with that scary tattooed chick all the time, she really couldn't take away her friend's thunder over something like that. Her work with the H.A.H. was nothing to laugh at. "Keeps surprising me that they throw all the trouble ones at you. But then..."
She shrugged. She'd met Cassidy, after all.
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"I'm good with them," she said with a straight face. "Have you seen Raphael and Casey? Last I saw Raph was when we got off the bus earlier."
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"Raph took off to do his own thing. Something about how he'd rather say hello to people he knows than stare down firsties all afternoon, I guess. And Case... You know. Excited kids hurt his head. It scares him a little."
Knowing what they'd have to go through, and hearing their confusion, and how they had no clue. He was a bit neurotic at the best of times. The first day back was... not the best of times.
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"There's nothing I can do about Raph and he wouldn't want me to try--you know how he gets."
To tell the truth, he crept her out quite a bit, which was a feat in and of itself.
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"Oh, I know," she agreed. "Probably for the best we give him his space today anyhow. For him and for the firsties."
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This many years in, she knew that for certain.
She nibbled on another bit of her half roll. "I'm not sure what to make of him, honestly."
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She waved a hand around. Fill in the blank. She had no clue. Yet.
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Which was troubling. It always was troubling. And he'd been out of sorts since all of them had died at the end of last term.
"I can't tell if he enjoys the pain or if he just--doesn't care."
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There weren't many of those about. Not at all.
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Not when they were the only ones left.
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She was mostly even joking!
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She couldn't help thinking of the logistics of it!
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"I'm afraid I can't sign off on such a plan," she said, a touch regretfully. "Morals, you understand."
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This probably had something to do with the fact that she'd met Raph.
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"But think of the children, Cass!"
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She contemplated that.
"Remind me to have Casey keep an eye on Raph's closet, for that matter."
Cassidy's faith in Raph: very little.
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And... not completely sane. Alex still hadn't decided just how much of that could be attributed to Raph, and how much was a result of him picking up on the grief and terror and mental scarring of the firsties right around their... thing... and the handful of survivors directly after.
At least there weren't any survivors for him to cope with this year?
Really shitty silver lining, there.
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And pain. Which Cassidy was pretty much obligated to deal with in some capacity.
"It's good, too, that none of us are alone." Her gaze drifted to Sorrow and then away. Cassidy would always be glad that it had not been her who'd had to endure that.
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"Hopefully it'll stay that way, huh? At the risk of sounding all mushy, I don't think there's any reason why anyone should be alone." She made a reach for another bun. "We were all people before the stupid rocks, too."
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