There had never been much of a choice for Allie when it came to attending Purgatory Prep. It was a Monday tradition for each witch (and the occasional wizard, though it was rarer than one would think due to the matriarchal nature of the family) born to the family line with enough innate magical ability to attend the school. It had been that way for years and the legacy the family had at the school sometimes seemed as important to them as the power the family possessed. For her whole childhood Allie had been surrounded by so many stories of the school from her aunts and grandmother and great grandmothers that it almost felt like she had known the place before she had even set foot into it. She had seen her older cousins go off to school and come back home each summer more knowledgeable and skilled than before. The school had been a part of her life for so many years, but for almost as many she didn't believe that she would get to go.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that her father, Joseph Harris, had been a normal human man, or the fact that her own Monday mother, Gwen, hadn't been born with "enough spark" as her grandmother tended to put it. But Allie had been raised for so many years believing that she also did not have the spark. That she had too much of her father in her and was more Harris than Monday. That she'd never get to attend Purgatory Prep like her cousins would. So no one was more surprised than she was the day her magic fully emerged when she was twelve. Just like every Monday witch's did. Things changed for a while then. Her family started looking at her differently, stopped treating her as an afterthought. There was no longer any doubt in their minds that Allie was truly a Monday, a part of their legacy. She still remembered how it had felt that day to feel the power for the first time. How happy she had been.

That wasn't to say she wasn't unhappy now, five years later. It just had been...different then she thought it would be. She enjoyed being at the school, she enjoyed learning and expanding her magical talents, she enjoyed being surrounded by people like her. Still...the races of the students at Purgatory Prep ranged from demonic to angelic, along with every thing you could imagine in between. It was hard for the witches and wizards attending the school to not feel slightly out of place. They may have all possessed the ability to use magic, which made them slightly not human. But beyond their magic they were all essentially still human, and their mortality had the tendency to stick out like a sore thumb. 

She felt slightly more self conscious about it than usual as she moved through the crowds of students, booths, and tables. There was a general buzz of excitement in the air due to the reuniting of old friends after summers spent apart, the anticipation of a new school year, and, of course, welcome back to school fair. She didn't need to hear the chatter of the students, nor the content expressions on their faces. All she needed to see was the gentle luminescence that seemed to swirl every living thing around her, currently almost exclusively in bright colors. She could also feel the excitement of the people around her as it washed over her, making her skin tingle and threatening to overwhelm her. Once upon a time auras used to nearly blind her and her empathy made her susceptible to being influenced by particularly strong emotions around her. But she had come a long way since then. 

Allie moved around a rather handsome fairy boy, making a beeline for the tables and game the witches and wizards had set up. She wore a purple sundress under a denim jacket that had the sleeves rolled up, as well as brown ankle boots. She was carrying boxes of darts in her arms that Elizabeth had accidentally left behind, and when she reached the booth she set them on the table in front of three of her classmates. "There we go, I've saved the fair," she announced, smiling humorously.

Elizabeth's cheeks threatened to turn as red as her hair and she smiled sheepishly as she took the boxes. "Thanks, Allie. I can't believe I forgot them. I mean, how would anyone to pop these balloons." The wall of inflated, colorful balloons behind the table stood ready to be popped by carefully aimed darts, which Elizabeth and a couple of wizard classmates started taking out of their boxes and arranging on the table.

"It wasn't a big deal, seriously. Happy to help." Allie smiled, brushing a strand of brown hair that had escaped from her loos braid away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. She knew in the back of her mind that it would only take a few minutes for the lock to fall back into her face. While her classmate's attentions were focused on their work, Allie's focus returned to the rest of the celebration for a few moments. The she turned and went behind the table, helping to put the finishing touches on their game booth, straightening the sign on the front of the table that declared two tickets would be won for each balloon popped.

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One of few people, or perhaps the only person, not enjoying the festivities was leaning against a spare table, wearing a simple gray shirt and a pair of jeans with black sneakers. His arms were folded over his chest, more lazy than defensive, and he was watching a group of demon students setting up some sort of show a little ways away. His expression was passive, almost bored, though his eyes watched the with the hint of wariness, as well as a bit of contempt. He couldn't exactly help it, though. As an angel, or former angle rather, he was used to avoiding anything demonic, whether it be an object of a living thing.

No one could ever really change their nature, not even when they were forced to live in this limiting mortal body. Jehoel, or rather Joel as he was going to have to get used to being called and responding to, tapped his fingers against his elbow as his eyes briefly strayed from the demons to the rest of this school's festivities. He wasn't going to pretend like he understood why this fair was even happening. It was pointless if he was being quite honest. Complete nonsense. He could play a game for a chance to win a stuffed animal he didn't need, or he could eat terrible food that everyone seemed to pretend to enjoy. He was used to humans enjoying such trivial things, but not nonhumans. But perhaps it was just Earth.

Earth. Everything was so...slow. Loud. Confining, especially this body of his. His fingers ruffled through his curly hair as a scowl briefly touched his lips. He hated behing here on Earth. And at this school, which he still had no idea why he was put here of all places. How could he be expected to get back to heaven in this place? If he got straight A's on his report card would he be able to go home? It was frustrating and ridiculous and he hated it. 

Though what he hated the most was how utterly alone he felt. No one knew what he really was, or had been, and no one could know. He was just masquerading around as Joel Kline, another half angel at a school filled with them. It all made him want to scream in despair and yank his stupid hair out. Maybe that was a very human thing to do.

He was granted a reprieve from his negative, brooding thoughts by the arrival of a girl with long brown hair and a red dress. She was a demon, obviously, due to the hellhounds that flanked her, but Joel found himself looking at her a bit closer. There was...something. He wasn't sure what exactly, but he knew it was something about her. Seemed a bit off. He knew it wasn't just because she was attractive as he rarely thought about such things, though he had become increasingly aware of such details about people around him since finding himself in this body. Damn mortality. 

Perhaps he was bored, or he just wanted to feed his curiosity, but Joel continued to watch the demons preparing for their show, and particularly the brunette girl with the red dress and black shoes. Surely this curiosity was stemming from the fact that there were very few mysteries in the world for him.