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The silence from outside and the quiet snow was broken by the Whistling sound of a kettle. Salem's alarm telling him he needed to get up. He reached one arm over his head, placing the back of his hand onto his forehead as he opened up one eye and let out a small yawn, smacking his lips twice before finally deciding to shimmy up the mattress a little so that his head rested on the darkwooden headboard. The back of his hand glided downwards as he wiped away a stray bead that had formed in the corner of his eye, finally turning to his side and lifting the kettle off of the contraption and placing it onto a leather coaster. Despite the few heat lamps he had scattered about the room, decorated as vintage oil lamps and hung from the ceiling or placed on the floor and desk, the room still felt the bite of cold that was pervasive outside. Salem slid out of bed, his bare feet finding purchase on the cold wooden floors, a jolt to help wake him up as he shuffled towards his bookshelf and grabbed an old grey can with a lavender print painted on the front.

He moved through the motions, using the wooden spoon inside the tin to scoop out a batch of earl grey before plopping it into his pot and pouring the hot water in. Salem stood there for a moment, watching the loose leaves swirl about in the hot water as steam began to rise up and the aromas hit him, another sensation to help pry him out of his sleep. It was a while since he'd gotten a full rest, an he truly didn’t want to leave the comfort if his bed. As Salem waited for the tea to steep he lazily tapped on his phone screen to see if there were any notifications for him. Swiping away at a few that he couldn't care less for before stopping to think if he should message Aaron. So much had happened since he last saw him, and if he was having nightmares again then he was sure Aaron might have experienced them as well. Had he not been concerned with prying eyes through his phones text logs then Salem would've reached out sooner. But this appeared to be an in person conversation. Besides, Aaron seemed to have a lot more to deal with during their break. The death of Varis, although not unwarranted, left Aaron's predicament up in the air. Who would get to claim him? Would it be that Witch of a Lady? Or perhaps Ryner would guide him under her wing until he served use as a good treat to entice another pawn of a vampire? Or maybe there would be a made grab to see who would get to trade for him here at school. 

Whatever the situation , Salem didn't need to add to Aaron's problems while they were meant to be relaxing, and he surely needed to give the mage some space to take in the news of what had happened and the worry of his future. Granted as far as he could tell, he could just be sent back home to study and be part of the royal family again, given how much he praises them and wishes to be back Salem would think Aaron to he overjoyed by the news. By the time he'd stopped wondering his phones screen had gone black and the tea had finished steeping. Salem opened a drawer from his nightstand and removed a small cup and tea strainer, placing it over the lip of the vessele before pouring the tea through it. As he stirred in a splash of cream, he sat back, pulling open a curtain, and watching as students played out in the snow, spotting Victor just sitting there and accumulating snow. Salem took a sip, letting itinger for a moment as he took in the scents and heat that eminated from his cup, before finally placing it down. Grabbing his phone he sent a message to Lilie.

[Center][color=82ca9d]>Happy New Semester 🎊 hope I'm not waking you. 💚[/color][/center]