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The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

Richard took the scarf from Fonsus quietly, and wrapped it around his neck and mouth, stuffing the excess down the front of his jacket.

Richard shook his head at River.

"That's too obvious, I think. If he is the one who done it, that'd be a dead give away that we're on to him. And I don't think we need a vampire to know we also suspect him of being a murderer. I think memories are safe to ask about, as long as we ask as a part of a larger question. Like Addie says, we can ask about less tangible effects of hexes, magic that's hard to trace. And on that subject, we can also bring up hiding a body, though that'll be a tricky segue."

River pointed out as they approached. A recovery home for part-humans was surprisingly easy to hide from muggle eyes. It was made out to be a group home for those unfit to live by themselves. Exactly what that meant wasn't clear from the exterior, but it was a safe enough bet that nobody would go to such a place unless they were visiting a specific person.

It was a cheery blue painted building, with a lot of windows facing the front. Curiously, very few of these choice rooms seemed to have tenants. As they walked in, they were greeted with a long front desk, behind which was a mural of magical creatures. A muggle might think it was a fun fantasy setting, but it had several telltale signs that it was painted by someone who actually knew a thing or two about the magical world. Richard was smiling at a little niffler in the bottom left corner, and he saw it wink briefly at him before turning back to stalking a leprechaun's gold.

There was a young blonde witch behind the counter, and she looked altogether startled to have any visitors.

"G-good morning," she said, standing up suddenly. "Welcome to Enchanted Acres Group Home. We, uh, we don't typically take volunteers. Sorry."

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra was getting a subtle hint that the guy didn't like vampires. She could sympathize, but this was hardly the appropriate setting. He clearly had no interest in playing the politics that vampires carried with them everywhere they went.

Good for him, in a way. After her morning with Dominique, she didn't think she had any room to talk, in any case.

He turned his back on her after the Starag boy gave him a slip of paper with(she presumed) a phone number. Probably he didn't like people looking at his phone screen. Maybe he had an embarrassing lock screen.

"I'm Cassandra, by the way. I suppose I'll be seeing you."

Lunch was coming up, and she left him to his devices so she could join the crowd.

---

Of course, she had forgotten that the vampires would be here too.

Dominique was all too easy to spot, and she felt she couldn't afford the perceived offense of ignoring him. Not right now, anyway.

Steeling herself for the worst, she got her lunch(some roast beef and mashed potatoes with green beans) and strode up to him. She put her tray down and sat across from him without invitation.

"Good evening," she said, as naturally as she could. "That's the appropriate way to greet someone on a night schedule, right? I haven't had any proper examples tonight." A subtle allusion to the way he had tried to get her attention when she first got up.

And now, very important, she had to remind him why he needed her, and placate him as best she could at the same time

"If you're hungry - er, thirsty? - we can find a private place to feed. Maybe we should have this morning, had things not gotten so, um, heated."

She might have laid it on thick. The slight hesitance could come off as disarming, but she wasn't sure that's what she wanted to do with him.

@Leslie Hall

BNHA: Class I

Interesting power, just curious, does she have the ability to raise her internal temperature at will? Or does she need some kind of tool or special clothing to do that?

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

"I was thinking we can start with 'Hey, d'ja kill anyone lately?' but we'll see how it goes first." Richard looked back at River and quickly apologized for his sarcasm, "Sorry, just cold." He was dressed the worst of the three of them, in an old patched tan jacket, and his worn jeans and tennis shoes.

"I don't really expect us to find out anything from talking to him. It's like you said, auror's will've interviewed him plenty, I can't imagine he'll tell us anything he didn't tell them. I want to see his books, I'm sure he'll have some, can't have much to do but read there. I dunno what I'll looking for, just hoping I'll know it when I see it."

He had read most of Clowers' writing, but didn't get the slightest glimpse that he had ever studied magical portraiture. But then, it was more of a Charms subject, and most of his stuff was Dark Arts defense. Probably he wouldn't have written anything, even if he'd studied it personally.

"So, we're going to pretend we're students, and we're studying his book in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class - I put it in your bag, Fonsus - and we had some questions about his sources for the most common jinxes and hexes."

BNHA: Class I

@Silver Carrot

The opening post says you can have up to five.

Seems like a lot, but I guess it would help fill out the cast.

BNHA: Class I

They can be tall buddies, but being a tree dude, bumping his height up makes sense anyway.

BNHA: Class I

I changed my character's name, and still haven't come up with a costume.

BNHA: Class I

Name: Able Eriksen
Age: 14
Grade: First Year.

Quirk: Mass transfer! He can shift his own body's mass into any object that he gets all four fingers on. The volume of both himself and the target remain unchanged, it just becomes heavier, while he seems to weigh nothing at all. He can reverse the effect by putting all four fingers on himself, usually simply by clenching his fist.

Country of Origin: Minnesota, United States of America.

Appearance: Freakishly tall for his age, Able is already over six feet. He carries a little baby fat, the remnant of being a chunky child, before his growth spirt. Even with that, he's unusually dense; nobody would guess he weighed nearly three hundred pounds. He suspects it's a side effect of his mass based quirk.
Able is shaggy, nearly platinum blond and round faced, with startlingly blue eyes.
Favorite Outfit: He favors baggy jeans and sports jerseys. He wears clunky boots.

Hero Costume:

Personality: Not shy, necessarily, but self conscious and particularly sensitive about his size. He's friendly, and protective of his friends. He doesn't like to use his size to intimidate, but he can easily come off a little scary by accident when he starts to take something seriously.
Though emotionally sensitive, he's physically quite tough, and has a high pain tolerance.

Other: He has four older brothers, each with some level of a mass negating quirk. They made fun of him mercilessly for having a different quirk, and for his weight.

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

"Grudge?" Cassandra thought about Dom. She had known the guy for less than twenty four hours, and she didn't want to say she hated someone that quickly.

"We'll see about that too." she had brightened a little. "Maybe a good smack will get it out of my system. So how have you gotten on with your, er, partner?"

In the back of her mind, she had a nagging worry that her experience would be the rule rather than the exception. She wasn't sure if she could stand finding out her expectations had all been a complete falsehood, and not just a lie of omission.

@Scribe of Thoth

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

"I might end up beating you to a pulp here."

Cassandra laughed good naturedly, "I guess we'll see. What's your affinity?" Depending on what sort of magic he used, they may end up playing arcane "rock, paper, scissors."

She was checking off the forms of fighting she was familiar with, marking them one through five. She liked a short sword okay, but she had always excelled at empty-handed martial arts.

"Think they'll let us beat up vamps too, or are they keeping us separate? I'd imagine there's a lot of pent-up anger there."

The smile faltered and faded. She didn't want to have to fight her partner, and didn't have anything particular against vampires in general. And yet, the look on Dominique's face when she had stood up to him had been so gratifying; she couldn't help imagining how it would look if she slugged him.

She hummed at him thoughtfully, and replied quietly. "I can only hope."

Realistically, though, until she learned some real magic, she wasn't likely to stand a chance against a vampire.

@Scribe of Thoth@Trainerblue192@Obscene Symphony@Hero