"Christ, I feel like that took forever," a blonde boy chimed out. He shut the door to the teacher faculty lounge behind him. He rubbed his head, yawning in the process. 

"Relax, you only feel that way because you're so tired," said a girl from behind. "Not only that, you were up for most of last night going about town." The girl was Ennis Bowers. Her cousin, the sleep depraved boy, was Morgan Bowers. Both of them are cousins who recently just moved to Oakenheim. The reason for their visit to the faculty office after school was just to see if they were getting accustomed to everything. The teachers here were kind to them, more than likely because they were in unfamiliar territory with nothing but each other. Now that that business was finished, it was on to the next. The two received an invitation to join a club. A club that would deal with the occult and supernatural. Whoever made the invitation knew that the two cousins were aware of supernatural dealing. Morgan pulled his invitation out of his back pocket to double check the room number, and the pair promptly made their way there, following the sings.

"So, did you manage to actually find something last night? Or was it another bust?" Ennis had asked.

"Afraid not. Since we're still unfamiliar with this town, I decided not to go to far anyway. Now that it's the weekend, we could probably get more searching done," Morgan replied. 

"As long as I don't end up sleeping late tomorrow like you did. I'd [i]hate[/i] to be woken up by having ice cold water dumped on my head."

"Sometimes, I seriously hate you." Morgan shivered, thinking back to early this morning. He had slept through his alarm, and Ennis, getting impatient and wanting breakfast, thought it would be a terrific idea to dump a bucket of water on him. His bed, soaked. The floor beneath the bed, soaked. The clothes he was wearing, soaked. Of course, Ennis found the entire thing comical, and acted like she didn't leave a giant mess for him to have to clean up. With how much water she used, it wouldn't be a surprise if he had to buy a new mattress. All while thinking about it, he sneezed. Now he swore he was going to catch a cold. 

"On a more serious note, do you think that boy who disappeared is linked to the occurrences?" Ennis asked, bringing Morgan back to reality.

"Yeah, I believe so," he answered. "Normally when someone disappears like that, you think professional kidnapping, or maybe they just ran away from home and told no one about it. But with what's going on in this town, there definitely has to be a connection to the two." 

"Perhaps you're right," Ennis sighed. "Still, it wouldn't hurt to be optimistic and hope he just ran away for a bit." She had a point. People up and disappearing when the paranormal was involved never ended well. At least, from what the two were told by their family. The reasons as to why he was taken, the endless possibilities worried the two, and they hoped soon they would be able to find some clue as to his whereabouts. Morgan yawned once more. After their conversation, the duo arrived at room 12C. The door was wide open, with several students inside from a glance, it seemed like whatever this was had already started. Ennis walked into the room ahead of Morgan, and he paused for a few more seconds to yawn once more. After all this was over, he just wanted to go home and nap. Perhaps that would be the last time he would walk around an unfamiliar town late at night. The blonde then made his way into the room, scanning everyone that was currently present. The two knew not a single soul inside this room. Sometimes it sucked being the new people.

"Hello there," spoke Ennis. "We are here about the invitation that we both received. This is the correct room, I assume?"