Charles stood leaning against the wall, waiting for the waivers to be put out on the table. Lots of people had taken brownies after him, and they had said thank you. Charles hadn't thought that necessary. He had nothing to be thankful for tonight. The brownies were, in his eyes, an apology from life for humiliating him that night. Charles scowled as Makoto growled and snapped her teeth at him like a dog. [i]Yeah, she's definitely a dog, a female dog[/i] Charles thought, his brow furrowed in annoyance. Makoto took the smallest brownie, as if to say she was a better person than Charles. Charles's brow furrowed even more. The night had been absolutely hideous, and Charles had a few things to think about. Was his empire just a sham? No, it couldn't be. These just must be a bunch of rebels to his rulership. 

[b]"The idiot who threw an ice pack at you lost his temper because of his inferiority, and decided it would be a good idea for him to blindly throw a heavy object. If he does anything like that again, I'll ruin him, so don't worry."[/b]

Charles's face filled with rage, but he held his tongue. [i]Remember the pictures Charles, remember the pictures.[/i] he thought as he battled every urge he had to come back with something equally witty and rude. Eventually, the battle was lost and the urge to make a comeback faded away. He leaned against the wall looking bored.

[b]"-if it has a body that doesn't suit it, then it's possessing that body."[/b]

Did that mean that someone could possibly be possessed in the Halloween Extravaganza? [i]Please be Makoto, Mitsuko or Daichi, that would be hilarious and it would put those losers out of the picture. For good.[/i] Charles thought with a small sly grin on his otherwise grim face. If this ghost was real - and Charles highly doubted it - it could possess anyone here. But would Charles really let someone possibly be killed by a ghost if it happened to try and possess someone in the Occult Club? He didn't really know. It would depend on his mood and how they had treated him the day of the incident.

[b]"Everyone, please take a waiver. This Thursday's club meeting will be a very brief thing; you'll just hand in your forms to me and then you'll be free to go. We won't have our first real seminar until after the Extravaganza."[/b]

Charles quickly walked up and grabbed a waiver, then folded it up and placed it in his trouser pocket. "There's not much point in me being here now. I think I'll leave." he said, before twisting around and walking out the door, slamming it behind him. Charles didn't care if he wasn't supposed to go yet - he was going to.