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The Magierprinz had been keeping a careful eye on the puppy for most of the weekend, although the girl seemed to be well behaved as long as she was fed well enough.  The large grey house his family had purchased for him while he was educated here served well enough as his base of operations, although they had denied to send him any servants to help take care of the damn place.

For now, Swen wiped his tired eyes his eyes as he rose from his bed, searching the house in his normal morning fashion to see how the hound was doing.  After a minute, the scholar found the beast in it's normal resting place, seeming to be still resting.  With a yawn, he made a statement he was used to.  [color=gray]"If you want breakfast ... be ready to ..."[/color]  The man wondered if he needed to say anything else, but the thought of food was probably enough for her to bounce at the opportunity and wake up.

As he looked outside though, his eyes widened.  What was [i]SNOW[/i] doing outside.  It wasn't normal for snow to be falling in Germany at this time of the year, and the man was fairly certain that France was supposed to be warmer.  [color=gray]"... What ...?"[/color]
	
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The teacher had found herself examining the vial of phoenix tears almost obsessively for the past two weeks, running various tests on individual results and observing the effects of it on various applications against wounds.  Aetheria had filled twenty three pages with notes, and flipped it to the twenty forth as she observed the result of a drop on a piece of long dead flesh.  For a moment, the deathly white skin seemed to become tan for a few seconds before it returned to it's natural state.

Just a bit longer and a little more patience, and she would hopefully discover how exactly the damn thing worked.

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Maoin had eventually fallen asleep while holding her mistress, and had moved sometime during the middle of the night to get closer, as if she was huddling for warmth ...

[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]

The kitten however didn't seem to really hear her owner's suggestion, responding as if she was still half asleep.  The black haired girl shook her head, twitching one of her ears against her mistress' nose as she did so..  [color=darkslateblue]"... must ... keep ... mistress ... warm ..."[/color]

Even as she was asleep, the girl still expressed her loyal and eternal concern for her owner, tightening her grip around the older woman and wrapping her tail around one of the blonde's legs and pulling it closer.  It would apparently take a bit more to wake the cat up than a simple suggestion.

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The crimson haired girl was doing her continuous mix of paperwork and studying behind the couch she always occupied when she followed Livia around the office.  At least the headmistress was following through with her end of the bargain of providing sufficient paperwork, the phoenix thought as she sorted through yet another stack.  Truthfully, the work was growing a bit frustrating, although she didn't dare bring that up to Livia.  She didn't want to know if there was a dark side to the mage's generosity.

Fia had been listening to the conversation as she sat in the room, the general theme of the morning's conversations involving a combination of snow and how to deal with said snow.  Around the time the girl had sorted the final stack of papers in alphabetical order, Livia mentioned her name again.

[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]

The crimson haired girl stood up, nervously approaching the desk (and it's evil chairs), lowering the now organized stack of papers onto the headmistress' desk before taking a few steps back for distance.  As she stood within sight of the window, her amber eyes overlooked the white sown world outside, and she titled her head curiously before shaking it.  It was snow, that much was obvious ... but why were some of the students joyously pelting each other with it?  It seemed strange.  Unconsciously her eyes had returned to the strange substance as she thought about it, before the girl returned to her senses and looked nervously at the headmistress.

It took a moment for the girl to form her words, putting her fingers together as she looked towards the headmistress, wondering what was next for the day.  Studying?  Paperwork?  Lessons?