[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/fc1ebf1e59964cb32ad9359946c36dee/5e3cbbe4396e07ab-f8/s500x750/2548b2299ace6fe770d933e710b0dfb9ad127bea.gifv[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Bassard Family Home
[color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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The clink of silverware scraped along fine china echoed through the halls of the Bassard family home. Each member sat at the table, head bent towards their plate, eyeing the chicken kiev and spring potatoes cooked up by the chef who had long since left for her own home and dinner with her family, almost as if she couldn't wait to get out of there to avoid the awkwardness.

This was how dinners went at her family's house. She refused to call it home until it felt like one. Each member sat in their respective chair. Her father, Remmy, at the head. Sat close to him on his left was her stepmother Cosette. Sabine sat to his right, though she had initially been seated at the farther end of the table (her stepmother's insistence led to her moving her chair during a rather tense breakfast). Her older stepbrother, Lyam, was close by his mother. A proud mama's boy who did very little without her approval. Hell, Sabine would hazard a guess he asked her if he could take a dump. And since mommy dearest appeared constipated at all hours of the day, Sabine assumed she has never taken one. She imagined Cosette would die if she ever did.

Sabine's younger stepsister sat close to her. Panellope, who was too good and pure for this godforsaken family, followed Sabine around constantly. She modeled herself after her older stepsister, liking the same music, and wearing similar clothes. Despite her young age, Panellope was also active on social media. Her parents didn't care.

Sabine wanted to scream. If for no other reason than to fill the tense silence with some noise as proof a family lived here. 

Finally, the silence was broken. "So, mon coeur, are you ready for school to start up again?" her father had asked. Sabine froze for a second, unsure what her father was insinuating. Before she attended the school, she had used her powers to alter their memories. In their mind, she was attending a prestigious academy that young, wealthy elites attended before they were scouted by colleges and prepared to essentially run the world. She had never admitted she had powers and she preferred to keep it that way.

Before Sabine could respond, Cosette needled her way into the conversation, "I can't imagine what one learns in that type of environment. I believe it just morphs young minds to be snobby and entitled. No real work ethic." Sabine choked back a retort, eyeing her stepmother wearing an all-white ensemble that cost roughly six figures. But her stepmother often made comments and digs at her disposal. Her stepmother lauded her accomplishments, growing up in a rural area of France with no money, fighting hard to do well in school, attending a university on a full-ride scholarship where she was picked out from her class of 300 students to run her own business with the backing of a big head in French politics. That was how she met her father and quickly got married.

Now she was there to torment her.

[color=A2797E]"I am looking forward to this upcoming year, father,"[/color] she said, blatantly ignoring her stepmother (much to the woman's annoyance), [color=A2797E]"I believe this year will be stimulating and will set me up for my future."[/color] Her father looked coddled and decided to leave it there. Her stepmother was another matter.

"You don't need to worry about that darling. I could easily fit you into my business. You would have to work your way up though. Can't have my other employees believe I show favoritism to my own daughter."

[color=A2797E]"[b]Step[/b]daughter,"[/color] Sabine enunciated. Her stepmother looked appalled. "I stepped in to raise you after your mother's tragic demise and this is the thanks I get? I deserve respect and so does your father, right mon amour?" Her father, who had been looking at his phone, glanced up. "What? Yes, of course." He hadn't heard anything said. "Well your father agrees. Honestly, I don't know where you got this attitude. Probably from your moth-"

Before she could finish that sentence, Sabine stood up and knocked over the glass of cabernet in front of her stepmother, flowing the liquid right on to her top. Her stepmother also stood up, knocking the chair back. "Comment oses-tu? Toi petit...!" 

Sabine stepped around, her siblings looking at her (well Panellope was, Lyam was busy grabbing napkins to fix his mother's shirt, the little brat), her father silent. [color=A2797E]"Don't ever speak about my mother like that or I will do worse than ruin a shirt. You are not my mother, you never will be. You are a parasite that latched on to my father and continues to suck him dry. I will only be content when I eliminate you."[/color] With that, she turned to get ready for school.

[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/341722249/original.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Field (School Carnival)
[color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A
[url=https://discord.com/channels/385589314030927873/1063984384832704654/1064053379782950982]First Day Fit[/url][/center]
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After being dropped off via helicopter, her father silent after what had occurred the following day, she made her way to her room to drop off her things. She hadn't bothered to see if Leah had arrived. She would deal with that problem later. Instead, she decided to get this stupid carnival done. This was before the showcase of her powers, which she had been planning for a few days now. 

She scrambled past many other parents, ignoring the happy tears and emotional hugs. As she stepped toward the field she heard some panicked noises. In an instant, she had seen flames. On another school campus, a fire would be a bad thing. But this was not an ordinary school. Still, there was some panic from someone and she recognized the voice. She rolled her eyes playfully as she stepped towards the field. Sure enough, her eyes landed on Danny, one of the very few people here she tolerated. She had missed the lead-up but had come just in time to see the after-effects.

This was going to be more fun than she thought.