[hr][hr] [center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d2/d7/48/d2d74825c78544b0a527cacae3ff76d9.jpg[/img] [hr] [color=#663399]Location:[/color] Wandering —> Primary Artificer Laboratory, Strange Academy [color=#663399]Grimore:[/color] Summon Animals [color=#663399]Skills:[/color] N/A [color=#663399][url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d4/6c/1c/d46c1c5169bd9889042630ffbed7e50f.jpg]Fit[/url][/color] [/center] [hr][hr] Annika was no stranger to changing hallways, randomly appearing rooms, or dead ends…but this was a little excessive. On the seventh dead end Annika encountered, she squealed in frustration. [color=#663399]”Honestly Nochella, how do people get anything done in this place!?”[/color] The cat had appeared briefly, apparently entertained by Annika’s frustrations, before she licked her paw, meowed, and disappeared again. Blasted animal. Annika continued to move through hallways, drifting from location to location until she finally found her hidden room. [color=#663399]”Ahha!”[/color] She burst through the door and instantly felt flushed. People were here. She fiddled with her braided space buns before she quickly slid into place next to her doormmate. She smiled briefly at Rohan before concentrating on Professor Sariel’s words. Annika ensured she wore long pants and closed-toed shoes. She had pinned her hair up into twin, braided space buns to keep her hair from falling and getting caught in something. She had no idea what they would be facing today, but if it had anything to do with forge fire, Annika wanted to remain covered and safe. For now, she wore a baggy jean jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. Sariel’s words intrigued Annika and helped her to feel excited about starting. She had brought some of her metalworking tools, as well as a notebook and writing implements. She had a feeling today would be heavily research-based, then she could get to work figuring out if something needed to be made. Or created. When Sariel stopped talking, Annika took a moment to acquire a lab coat and goggles. She was examining the different sizes when Sariel opened the door. The first gate. [color=#663399]”Incredible,”[/color] Annika breathed. She mechanically grabbed a lab coat and a pair of goggles before she entered the next room. The door was gorgeous and seemed to pulse, drawing Annika nearer. Of course, the danger aspect was also appealing. [hr][hr] [center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fc/11/07/fc11077e2eca5e348901828f23d3e755.jpg[/img] [hr] [color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Haven —> Mikkail’s Sitting Room, Strange Academy [color=#B22222]Grimore:[/color] [color=#B22222]Skills:[/color] [color=#B22222][url=https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/c2/15/7d/c2157d7228a353777a8572ec5807bc90.jpg]Fit[/url][/color] [/center] [hr][hr] Callaghan never returned to his room that night. Instead, he chose to shower on the twins' floor, borrowing a pair of suspenders and pairing them with a simple pair of black slacks from the night before, his shoes, and a white button-up. It was simple, but Cal still cut a striking figure if he did say so himself. And he did, even with some of the markings from the night before still upon his skin. He was instructed to leave them for a certain bubbly someone to see, and Cal wasn’t about to disappoint his companions from the night before. After that, he slipped quickly into the bathroom on his floor to use his personal hair care and skin care products before he strode through the halls of Strange Academy well before anyone else was awake. He took the familiar path up to the rooftop and stepped into the fresh dew-filled morning air. Callaghan sighed deeply, wishing he could take flight and stretch his wings for real. The night had been fun. He had worked out some resentment and repressed feelings, but now he had another primal urge begging to be released. Cal rested his hands along the metal rails. The cold that seeped into his body helped to ground him. He remained on the roof, watching the sun rise and listened to the first bells. He still had time before he needed to be in Mikkail’s office, but Cal was always punctual. A short while later, Cal found himself the last to arrive in his mentor’s office. Cal paused, taking in the other three members of his coven before a wry smirk lifted his lips. [color=#B22222]”And here I thought I was going to be the punctual one. I see I will have to try harder next time.”[/color] He drifted into the room, drawn to the shelf of books Mikkail had on rotation. His fingers tingled and twitched, the need to touch and examine each one overwhelmingly strong. As he walked to the bookshelf, his eyes slid to Nicky’s form. His smile turned secretive as his eyes dropped to the witch’s hips, knowing his claiming mark still rested there. [color=#B22222]”Nicholas, sleep well?”[/color] he teased before shifting his gaze to Willow. [color=#B22222]”Good morning, little one,”[/color] he said, his voice taking on a more tender tone. The protective urge he had felt over Willow the night before had faded after the late-night activities, but there was still a kinship Cal felt towards the creature that was more animal than human. The image of Willow watching last night filled his mind before he focused on Cassie and grinned. [color=#B22222]”Cassiopeia! What do you have there?”[/color] He instantly noticed the tome she held close to her chest, his eyes looking for weaknesses so that he could pry the book from her hands and read the contents. He approached Cassie, eager to try his hand when he noticed the lonely book on the table with his name on it. [color=#B22222]”Ah, I see.”[/color] Cal snatched the book up and took the seat next to Cassiopeia. He flipped the book open eagerly, uncaring if he was supposed to wait or not.