[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/calligraphy-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/221218/f03dd96c782ebbbc5674ddb6d79e7385.png[/img][/url]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/bzqjd42.jpg[/img]
[color=gray][sub]A [@smarty0114] & [@Hey Im Jordan] collab
Location: Nightshade Commons[/sub][/color][/center]
[hr][hr]
[indent][color=gray]
Celeste did not care for the first years. They were darling, scurrying around campus with their eyes wide and their hearts full of ambition or whimsy or whatever it was they ran on, but they were also insufferable. They all had questions, and many of them were a bit stupid, so their questions were stupid, and Celeste just wished they would all leave her alone. Unlike some of the [i]têtes de nœuds[/i] she went to school with, Celeste de Fontaine had been busy this summer. She was knee deep in a book of legal dueling curses, and the welcome ceremony felt very much like a waste of her time. 

She’d heard this presentation six times now. Unlike some of her fellow sixth years, the fact that she would not hear it again did not fill her with some soft nostalgia. Celeste de Fontaine was destined for something amazing, she knew that deep, deep within her soul.

After the welcome ceremony, she found herself up in her room, enjoying the peace the other Hemlock girls had elected to give to her. Her clothes were folding neatly of their own accord, and levitating into their proper places, as if by a spectral hand. She was lying on her bed, still studying the same book, working toward that amazing something.

Today, however, it was not meant to be. 

It may not have been a day to work toward Celeste de Fontaine’s pre-ordained greatness, but it was unfortunately yet another day for her to be annoyed by her older (by like twenty four minutes) brother. Nathaniel de Fontaine had been at the Academy for less than six hours, and he’d already kissed on not one, but two different girls. It was the start of a good year.

By the time he made it to his dorm, he was in a good mood with a bit of a pep in his step as he bounded up the stairs toward his target: the girl dormitories. There were no ill intentions! First time for everything. As he burst through the door, he was in his own little world. With earbuds blasting music in his ear, Nathaniel was playing an air guitar and singing along with his music.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG1NrQYXjLU][color=A53BDB]“I’m dancing with myself,
When there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove,
Well, I'm dancing with myself, ah, oh, oh-oh”[/color][/url]

Maybe it was the Siren blood running through his veins, but most people would call Nathaniel a half decent vocalist and (in his opinion) an even better dancer. Even so, he knew his sister wasn’t going to stand having any fun so near her. After the chorus came to a close, he pulled his earbuds out and dropped them in his pocket - not their carrying case, he was too lazy for that - and grinned at Celeste. [color=a43bdb]“Yo! How come you ducked me at the introductory speech? Professor Bellerose cornered me and was breathing down my neck - and not in the way I like her to - because she thinks I didn’t write my final last year about Magic Theory.”[/color] Which was true, because Celeste wrote it. But usually, the teachers didn’t catch on, so something somewhere down the line went wrong. [color=a43bdb]“If she thinks I’m a cheater she might not let me…”[/color] He trailed off. Celeste didn’t like hearing about his adventures.

[color=b6d0e2]“Do you ever tire of being a walking stereotype?”[/color] Celeste scoffed, but kept her eyes trained on her book. [color=b6d0e2]“I promised to write your paper. I did not promise that you wouldn’t get caught.”[/color] The young witch had grown accustomed to these interruptions. Her brother had never been big on respecting space or privacy, and she did not expect him to start now. Celeste finished off the page and dogeared the spellbook, closing it and sitting up to face Nathaniel. [color=b6d0e2]“Besides, I think Bellerose has a bit too much self-respect anyways. You were never checking her off your list.”[/color]

[color=a43bdb]“Wait, what? No one has too much self-respect for me.”[/color] Nathaniel said the self-report so matter-of-factly it was clear he didn’t even think twice about what he’d said. [color=a43bdb]“Hey, don’t bend the book like that, Celeste. I hate when people bend the pages. It’s ugly.”[/color] In his defense, it [i]was[/i] ugly. [color=a43bdb]“Look, I’m really not asking for much, just… use smaller words when you write my papers. Is it [i]that[/i] hard to pretend to not be a genius for like five minutes? Maybe I should just write it myself and have you edit it…”[/color] He paused to think to himself for a moment, before he started shaking his head.

[color=a43bdb]“Nah, that’s stupid. I’d probably fail and then we’d both hear it from mom and dad. Or at least mom.”[/color] Nate wasn’t sure that his dad cared whether or not he graduated from the Academy. Nathaniel could get away with being a trust fund baby for the rest of his life. [color=a43bdb]“Hey, do you think it’s out of line for me to hit on first years? I can’t decide.”[/color] Back to the important stuff.

[color=b6d0e2]“Morganna’s tits, yes, it is absolutely out of line. They’re practically infants!”[/color] Celeste shook her head, suddenly feeling very bad for the same first years she’d found so annoying earlier. Certainly they did not deserve to be added to the list of her brother’s conquests. [color=b6d0e2]“Also, asking me to use smaller words is like asking a bird not to fly. You fuck things, and I’m a genius, this isn’t news.”[/color] 

Plenty of siblings wished that they could be more like their genetic counterpart, but not Celeste. She greatly preferred their own dynamic. She had little interest in the hedonism in which Nate indulged. [color=b6d0e2]“Has the upperclassmen pool really gotten so dry that you’re robbing cradles? It sounds like you’re getting rusty,”[/color] Celeste teased.

[color=a43bdb]“Right, but I can clip a bird’s wings, right? Same idea, we’ll just get you high first.”[/color] Nathaniel was partially musing to himself and partially kicking around an actual idea, half judging the reaction to it. It was a decent idea, at least he thought so, but he knew Celeste would probably have seven problems with it, minimum. [color=a43bdb]“I just think the freshies are easier, y’know? They’ll do more stuff with less effort. Plus, certain people our age are starting to think I’m a fuckboy, did you know that? This is my last year, my last chance to solve the race war.”[/color] Somewhere along the line, Nate the Great had truly convinced himself that if he could have the forbidden threesome, it was sure to ease relations between fang and… claw, or whatever.

[color=a43bdb]“I’m just saying, it’s a lot harder to hook up with someone who’s immune to all my tricks. I have to get new tricks! But I can’t do that because I have to convince the professors I haven’t been cheating on all my term papers for the last six years.”[/color] He had. [color=a43bdb]“I can only be [i]so[/i] smooth, y’know?”[/color]

Celeste let out a rare laugh. [color=b6d0e2]“I hate to break this to you, but I don’t think your prick is going to bring about supernatural world peace.”[/color] She stood and busied herself with her bookshelf. That was an area that she wouldn’t even let magic organize. [color=b6d0e2]“Why don’t you look at this as a challenge? You just have to get smoother than ever before. Maybe try out a little romance. They say that a good date is the best aphrodisiac.”[/color] Celeste was not quite sure who “they” were, and she couldn’t say that she truly agreed, but she was an outlier. Her aphrodisiac involved pop quizzes and academic pretentiousness.  

[color=a43bdb]“I [i]AM[/i] ROMANTIC. I take girls on dates! Going down to the lake to make out and skinny dip counts as fucking date, Celeste. Just because [i]your[/i] dates involve you using Orion’s face as a study seat doesn’t make [i]mine[/i] any less valid. Which, by the way, is fuckin’ weird.”[/color] He rolled his eyes and watched as she started to mess around with the books. Loathe as he was to admit it, she did have something of a point. Maybe spending the year convincing people he [i]wasn’t[/i] a fuckboy was a good idea… He could always pick one girl and woo her then just… sleep with the one girl. Now that was just crazy talk. He made a face between a scowl and someone who just whiffed a durian. [color=a43bdb]“Wait, can I date multiple girls at the same time? I mean, there’s no rule that I can’t, right? I just shouldn’t let them find out.”[/color]

[color=a43bdb]“Hold on, this is a good idea Celeste. This is a big moment for you.”[/color]

[color=b6d0e2]“Is that really what you took away from that?”[/color] Celeste chose to move past the comment about Orion. Her sex life was not the one under the microscope right now. [color=b6d0e2]“Actually, you know what,”[/color] Celeste considered what she might be unleashing unto the world, and decided that the world would survive. [color=b6d0e2]“You’re right. That’s a stellar idea.”[/color]

[color=a43bdb]“Just call me the two time.”[/color] Nathaniel grinned and snapped his fingers, shooting finger guns at his sister as he backed out of the dormitory and put his earbuds back in, with the next [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFVakjKPMuY]song[/url] in his playlist already playing. He had planning to do.[/color][/indent]