[h3][center]Week Three, Livia's office[/center][/h3]
For the love of the great spirits. Why was it snowing in fall?! It was only three weeks in, and there was already snow! It had started sometime early this morning. The temperature had already dropped to a few degrees below snow point. Not that she particularly had anything against snow, but it was too early in the season for it to be a natural frost. It would certainly put a hamper on a few studies this week, depending on how long it was kept up. With a somewhat frustrated sigh, she leaned back in her chair, sipping on some warm tea, dressed in a rather thick black and gold fur lined dress. At least the fire place was keeping the room warm.

[color=a187be]"Urgh, I'll have to send some students to see what the cause of this frost is."[/color] Livia grunted, speaking to no one in particular as she sat the tea cup down. Cynthia was quick to refill the cup with fresh, warm tea. [color=a187be]"I think the source of its somewhere close, but...I'm not sure."[/color]

[b]"I am certain you will find the cause of it, Mistress."[/b] Cynthia replied.

[color=a187be]"Hmph, of course I will. It's just annoying. I have very little time these days, between Fia, running this academy and...other things. It is quite...tiring."[/color]

[b]"Perhaps Mistress would like a vacation?"[/b]

[color=a187be]"While nice, I do not have the luxury of a vacation. Time is not something on my side, Cynthia."[/color]

[b]"Of course Mistress. I heard the Eastern Country is lovely this time of year."[/b] Livia simply cast a quiet, disapproving glance over to Cynthia who simply bowed her head in return, and walked over to the fire place, throwing a few logs onto it.

[color=a187be]"Lord Kostis said he would be visiting either today or tomorrow. Do be prepared for his arrival. He will be staying at my Villa in one of the guest rooms."[/color]

[h3][center]Outside, Female Dorm, Lyssa[/center][/h3]

IT.

WAS.

SNOWING.

Lyssa didn't have a whole lot of experience with snow, but she knew one thing: It was cold, reminded her of vanilla, and was definitely one of her favorite things in the world. It had started snowing sometime that morning, and she didn't know why but it didn't matter. As soon as the ground was covered in at least an inch of it, she had practically dived out the window and started pelting unsuspecting passerby's with snowballs. Oh, and made quite a few snow angels...one of which she forgot to hide her actual wings and horns when making, but details, details.

More importantly, it was almost time for classes, but she wasn't going to be going. Nope! And those who were going, were being subjected to snowball throwing by the pink-haired snowball throwing menace. She lobbed a number of snowballs towards a few girls as the left the dorm, giggling madly as one of the snowballs pelted them in the face, while the other used some form of wind magic to deflect the ball, sending it flying off in some direction across campus.

[b]"L-lyssa! Must you start a ruckus so early."[/b]

[color=f6989d]"Hehe, there I am not Lyssa, I am demon lord of snow-buh!"[/color] Before she could get a word out, she herself, was pelting with a snowball right to the face. She stumbled backwards, falling flat on her back as the other girls walked past.

[b]"Laura,"[/b] The one who had gotten pelted with a snowball laughed softly. [b]"No need to be so harsh."[/b] The two continued to converse as they walked off, but Lyssa didn't hear what they were talking about. Lyssa simply waved bye, earning a friendly wave from both of them.

Yep, today was going to be a good day. She could feel it!

[h3][center]Week Three, Gwynn's Dorm[/center][/h3]

[i]thunk[/i]

Something pelted the window at surprising speed, stirring Gwynn from sleep.

Urgh, why was it so cold? That was Gwynn's first thought upon waking. Her second thought, was what was the furry thing tickling her nose? She opened one of her eyes, yawning quietly as she tried moving one of her arms, only to find it being rather firmly held by something else. She swiveled her head towards the obstruction...finding Maoin clinging rather tightly to her arm, her head resting on her neck and one of her ears just barely tickling her nose.

...well. She didn't particularly mind the closeness, but she didn't particularly want to stay laying there for the rest of the day. Not to mention, she was curious as to why it was so cold. Granted, she hadn't been in Europe for long but it felt warmer than northern Ireland did so she didn't know how the weather usually behaved, but it was only the beginning of fall. It shouldn't have been this cold, should it?

[color=8dc73f] "Hey, Maoin, I like getting a nice feel of your chest and all, but uh, it's morning and you should probably wake up."[/color]

[h3][center]Week Three, Sorcha[/center][/h3]

Throughout the night, Sorcha had mostly behaved herself like she told Luna she would. Aside from her clinging rather tightly to the night, the only other thing she did was extend one of her wings rather protectively over Luna sometime during the night and possibly talk in her sleep just a bit. By the time morning came, though, she was fast asleep and didn't seem to be too intent on moving. Luna would probably have to wake her up if she wanted to go to class or well, do anything aside from laying in bed with the dragon.