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As Varis responded to Aaron’s question and went about restoring some order in the room, Eris would grab his bag, figuring it was just about time he started looking for his own little one. The classroom’s inhabitants got more and more interesting: a Starag, a Spellman, an Astorio headhunter. Watching the little grouping for a moment, he eyed the mage with those blue eyes of his, a face he wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. Maxwell Alderman, a nice name at least, though Eris made a mental note to work on that scowl and lack of social awareness. Alongside him were the hobo (ugh), the Astorio (he'd have to keep an eye out for that one), and a streak of white (no exaggeration, she looked like a drawing that had yet to be colored in) with an adorable face. For a second, Eris thought he recognized the last one, but after coming up empty on an identity, he shrugged it off as a coincidence.

Speaking of working, the Sinnenodel noble confirmed that the Starag would be no good in his hands; disappointing, but a fact. The blond was too stunning not to get to know, but he wouldn’t mind visiting him once in a while. For now, it looked like there was some catching up to do. Eris checked his watch, still blinking with a horde of notifications despite clearing it out earlier.

Giving Varis his full attention, Eris put on a slightly coy smile. “A bit, a while...I don’t mind,” He couldn’t quite stop himself from teasing as he twirled a long lock of his own hair between his fingers before following Varis’ lead. “I expected to miss the initial night, but Viscountess Vasiliev encountered some unexpected pushback on some business we had going, and when she asked for help I couldn’t say no. I knew it would take more time, but it made my arrival more unexpected, so it worked out,” Eris explained himself, free hand gesturing about as he spoke.

“You do know how to take advantage of a situation.” Varis said dryly. “It was an eventful few days you missed. The Royal Guard arrested the Marivaldi’s original partner, my Lady and the Queen invited a few of us to dinner that quickly turned into an absolute debacle, the Eves and the Astorios both replaced their original student representatives here on campus, and apparently the Knight of the Evening is attending as well. The Princess seems to be losing her hold over this madhouse. A pity. I’ve always respected the institution.” Varis stepped away from the podium and started up the stairs. Despite his irritation at the celebrity’s entrance, Eris' presence made things more...bearable. The next few years would be absolute murder on his routines and some sense of familiarity was much appreciated. Not that he’d ever tell Eris that. Easily, at least. He’d save that for when he upset the other too much.

“Five years I think is the last time we managed to cross paths. Between deflecting Lord Marivaldi and Princess Ryner’s moronic amendment concepts, putting down a few dissident voices in the family, and clashing with the Astorios, there’s been little time for more than the necessary social engagements.” Varis grumbled as he pulled open the doors and swept through them. “I’ll have to make time for you to visit the castle though. Eloise has been asking after you and I’m sure her family would like another face to bother. And I think I’ve finally found a few bottles of blood that’ll make you change your horrendous eating habits.” Some of the blood flavors Eris described made Varis shudder in disgust. He’d assigned himself the job of finding something to stop that awful habit and after twenty seven- or was it twenty eight?- years of knowing him, Varis found it incredibly frustrating that nothing was good enough to ruin the taste of anything else. The noble had to commend the actor for his versatility but developing a need for a specific taste would help put Eris further under his thumb, after controlling the primary production method of course, and he could wield the vampire’s influence with little need to reciprocate.

“I’ll admit, I’m surprised you didn’t mention you were attending the Academy as soon as you received the invitation. With how busy you must be dominating businesses and breaking hearts, what brought you here? Nobles don’t have the freedom to refute it but you aren’t a noble.” Varis glanced over the vampire, expecting him to keep pace.

Eris couldn't quite hide his surprise at the list of events Varis informed him of, mulling over possible causes. Well, one he had an idea of why, but the rest seemed too coincidental to clutter the first few days one after the other. A madhouse was an accurate term, though the thought gave him more excitement than he would admit. And here he thought he'd have to suffer through boring classes while trying to find his own fun. He nodded in understanding, though he chose to keep his comments to himself for the moment, as he was well aware of their surroundings and any possible unwanted company.

At the mention of the mage, Eris let out a polite laugh. He had forgotten how time seemed to work differently for mortals; five years didn't seem like much of a stretch, but most little mages often found it a sizable gap. “Bother away, I believe I'm in for some reprimanding on how I haven't shown my face in some time,” He seemed more amused than anything, though at the mention of blood he gave Varis a genuine grin. It probably didn't seem like much to most, but Eris liked to think he knew Varis well enough to know what that comment meant. Reaching over to the redhead he tucked back some of Varis’ hair, his fingers brushing against his jawline. “Nice to know you've been thinking of me,” Eris told him, somewhat elated at the idea. As for his other question, there was an array of answers he could have given, but he chose the simplest one. “Why wouldn't I take the chance to spend four years alongside you?”

Varis gave Eris a raised eyebrow and a mildly exasperated look at the comment. Not even fifteen minutes into their first discussion in a brief while and Eris was already being… well, Eris. The vampire’s disposition set Varis on edge far too frequently but Varis couldn’t ignore underneath his frivolous exterior hid an oddly kindred spirit. Their methods varied drastically but Eris’s carefully calculated maneuvers were a sight to behold when they fell together perfectly. When he’d shown up uninvited to Eris’s family’s party, he’d known exactly who he wanted and how to get him. Though sometimes he had the nagging feeling he fell into Eris’s trap, he dismissed the idea just as quickly.

“I’m taking the boy for his first ear tag once he’s completed self defense. Bring your mage along so they can start getting acclimated.” Varis checked his watch as they walked, glad the clouds were letting up. After last night, he wanted to do some work outside. “Did they tell you who your mage is or are they having you meet them later?”

Booo, just a sigh?! Oh well, better than getting ignored. Though it was Eris’ turn to raise an eyebrow as he was invited to go along with his mage, the vampire scratching his chin. “Ah...looks like the mage that stood up to the Astorio is my little one,” He said as he fished the envelope out of his pocket, pulling out the photo of Maxwell Alderman and admiring it for a few seconds. “Good to see he has a spine, makes things more fun if you ask me,” He grinned before placing the photo back in his jacket.

Pausing for a moment, he figured now was as good a time as any to ask. Lowering his voice slightly, he figured he'd try to satisfy his curiosity. “Speaking of which...who'd you have to fuck over in order to get an actual Starag?” Despite the less than savory way of asking, the question was a legitimate one. It was no secret that the Starag line was exclusively for the Noila lineage of vampires.

“Convenient. That’ll save us the introductions. Perhaps their little lunch playdate will go well.” Varis commented as he considered how to answer Eris. In truth, Varis knew less than he cared for of Ryner’s little game. Despite working towards a similar goal, the Princess seemed to have a few other objectives and unknowns that made Varis nervous. A fact he took the liberty of reminding her every opportunity he had. Though it had been a while. Perhaps he ought to send her a gift basket with an illuminated lettering plaque reading “Why are you like this?” He made a mental note to do just that.

“Not me. Ryner. Between their lack of public appearance and the discussion at the Queen’s table last night, it seems the rumors suggesting a rift between the Princesses have more weight than the royals admit. I think Ryner is setting up to consolidate her power and earn her mother’s favor again.” Varis murmured just loud enough for Eris to hear, his eyes darting around the campus. He didn’t need the wrong person muttering behind his back; he needed the right person. “How exactly the Starag trade works into this is unclear to me yet but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a favor exchange between my Lady and Ryner.”

“But for such a vaulted linage, the boy is completely incompetent.” Varis’s voice returned to normal volume as he grimaced. “An excellent distraction but I have little time for that now. I have an entire event to organize and I’ve barely even considered a theme, not to mention the artists. I can’t even assign the boy letter duty because his handwriting is atrocious. I have to write them myself and still develop his critical thinking skills. Plus, the Noilas apparently encourage modesty in their mages. What an unnecessary complex. He had the audacity to hesitate the first time he knelt and dressing him was nightmare. His closet is basically the same shirt and slacks combination in different shades of grey and black.”

A rift between royalty? Eris furrowed his brow as he mulled over Varis’ words, though he supposed it made sense considering how long it had been since the two princesses had appeared in public with one another, let alone any other social gatherings. He clicked his tongue at the mention of Lady Sinnenodel--no other being in the world matched that living nightmare--though he supposed he wouldn't think too hard on what sort of favor could have been exchanged. Too many questions and he'd end up irritating the redhead more than usual, though any proper guesswork would need more facts.

Once the topic returned to something more lighthearted, Eris’ expression followed suit, barely suppressing a bemused chuckle. Between teaching and organizing a holiday in little time, Varis was going to get busy very quickly, it seemed. Tapping his chin for a second, he decided to throw in a line for the vampire. “It's a bit last minute, but...considering how I've just saved the Viscountess, I can get Feliks Vasiliev for Chaend, if you'd like,” He offered, bringing out his phone as it buzzed. Grimacing at a message from his sister, he tucked it back into his pocket. “You need only say the word.”

On the topic of the Starag, Eris found himself interested, the slightest pang of pity for both mage and vampire. Varis wasn't an easy person to deal with; he hoped the boy with sun-kissed hair would understand that sooner than later. “Modesty has always been one of my favorite things to break; mortals are just so damn cute when they try to cover up, the reactions and excuses they come up with gratify me to no end,” He replied airily, waving his hand around freely. “It's almost like a puzzle to solve, eventually they either give up or expose it all willingly. They're not bright, but they can learn.”

“This puzzle ought to solve itself so I can use it to its full potential.” Varis sighed but waved it away. “Like you said, he’ll learn or I’ll break him. Either way, I fully intend to use him for the time being. I know more than one person would pay nicely for his genes and he'll advance my status nicely while I have him.” Varis shrugged.

“Mr. Vasiliev would be a feather in the event’s cap if he attended. Ryner swoons over that dress he made her still despite his arrogance and unnatural arrangement with the Viscountess.” Varis clicked his tongue disapprovingly at the thought. Marriage between a vampire and a mage ought to have a singular purpose and that particular combination did nothing to further the interest of that purpose. The mage was skilled but the Sinnenodel wouldn’t indulge him; Varis preferred timeless designs, ones that would stay classic through the ages, and no mage could truly comprehend the full scale of eternity. Magic or no, they were still bound to their mortal coils. “Still, I suppose my opinion doesn’t much matter here. Would Mr. Vasiliev respond better to an invitation from you with my seal or should I send one personally? He seems the type of man to work with referrals only, if just to leverage some power.”

Despite his relationship with the Viscountess, Eris knew better than to reach out himself; no doubt the mage would jump down his throat and never let him hear the end of it, especially after he had just helped out his wife. Granted, he intended to use that to push him towards a response in Varis’ favor, but he would rather not deal with the ensuing comments on a lack of professionalism. Detrimenting the Sinnenodel would only end badly. He had no actual opinion on the marriage between the two, finding it more odd than anything. However, he had known Katya for decades, so he might have been harsher had it been a third party.

Of course, his actual words came out less eloquently than his line of thinking. “Send him an invitation at your earliest convenience. I'll...talk to the Viscountess again, see if she can't persuade him,” And then have to wheedle the mage down. But that was his problem, not Varis’, so he would take it in stride.

He did, however, throw Varis a slightly cheeky look, unable to resist. “The arrangement was made from love, mon beau,” He flourished his words, attempting to wave away the Count's negative opinion. “The one force neither mortal nor immortal stands a chance against--but I daresay the former is much more susceptible, clinging onto it as fleeting as their lives are. I’d go so far as to argue that they're like that with every emotion: love, hate, joy, fear...you already saw that Spellman ‘hero’ defending the weak despite the consequences. It would be admirable if it wasn't so stupid.”

“Sentiment develops weakness and weakness makes one vulnerable. Age will strip us of our empathy but for now, we cannot afford such a mistake in our echelons.” Varis countered Eris's frivolous obsession. Emotion was the purview of the lesser, of those who lived for a moment and then disappeared among the annals of history. Varis would be damned if he would allow such a moronic value unravel all his work so far.

“I'll have a letter sent to him later in the evening. I should have the event's theme finalized during the boy's last class.” Varis sighed as he thought about this. Frankly, Varis wasn't sure he could pull this off. Most vampires spent decades gathering and commissioning for their year to host. Varis had managed to shrug off the responsibility thus far and now he was left scrambling since his Lady decided this was his year and she was one of the few people he wasn't confident he could out maneuver. If he organized it properly, he could fill more space with less as part of the theme of the event.

“That reminds me. You won't happen to know anything about the Eves attracting necromancers would you?” Varis asked, the faintest hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

The redhead's answer was predictable enough, though it still tickled Eris nonetheless. Just getting acknowledgment was enough to satisfy him for the moment, instead using his energy not to laugh at Varis’ next question. “I think it holds some merit, didn't you see that ghost of a girl among the other mages? Nearly gave me a fright!” He joked.

“Targeting a crumbling house with vicious lies.” Varis deadpanned, shaking his head. “The Marivaldis infiltrated the lower court of the the house and it's been absolute mayhem since then. I should tell you I'm disappointed but it's been amusing watching the two claw at each other.”

Eris gave him a half-hearted shrug, a rare look of nonchalance on his face for just a moment. “That house is on its last legs. At some point, you have to put the dying animal out of its misery,” He lowered his voice as it took on a tone of clear distaste. “The Marivaldis had already known of the Eves’ waning power and influence. They just needed the slightest nudge in the right direction before jumping at the next opportunity...it's been a long time coming. I'm genuinely surprised no one else thought to do it.”

“As much a failure as they are, they fulfil a critical role at the table. The ensuing chaos of losing a house would cripple our society for centuries either as the Houses fell into outright war or stalled out until the Council collapsed.” Varis explained as they approached the main administrative building. “All of our Houses are funneling money into them so when it comes time to pick a new Lord or Lady, they are indebted to someone. The Eve House will rise again. I just need to ensure they're under my thumb.” He stopped them in front of the building, clearly heading instead to the library.

“We're dealing with the boy immediately after his last class. I'll feed and then we'll be off so meet us at my dorm.” Varis instructed.

He was right, of course, but it didn't sway Eris’ opinion. If anything, it almost justified his reasoning--it was easier to swoop in and take advantage so long as you knew what you were doing. The idea of the houses going to war did entertain him to no end, but it just wouldn't do to plunge society into such a terrible thing.

Instead he would concede with a slight nod of acknowledgement, perking himself up as they came to a stop. “Then I will see you later, Excellency. Au revoir,” He bid him farewell as the redhead continued into the library.

Now, onto his other business. He figured it was about time he had a proper introduction to his new little mage. Glancing at his watch, he figured the thing was either in the cafeteria or on route. Either way, he was on the prowl, making his way there and keeping his eyes peeled.





The Astorio seemed a little too keen on honing into Salem's business, surprising Lilie with nearly everything he said. Her eyes flickered to Salem as he was mockingly called a hero, but she had no idea anyone knew about what had happened. At least it confirmed Salem hadn't been lying to her--not that he had given her reason to think he would--but hearing it get dredged up like this and in front of people made her feel bad for him. The vampire seemed a little too interested in what had happened, putting a little too much energy in throwing it around. But why? To get a reaction out of Salem?

She didn't have the chance to think on it too hard, especially as the vampire felt it prudent to invade her personal space. Out of instinct her hand flew to her waist, only remembering too late that she had opted to leave her weapon in her dorm room. It didn't look like it was needed, the Astorio instead choosing to give her what sounded like actual advice. Blinking in confusion, he wouldn't give her a chance to respond as he stepped back, further confusing her with an...implicative statement.

And then Salem intervened.

Lilie was pretty sure she couldn't have dreamed what came out of the mage's mouth, both his actions and words shocking her just as much if not more than what the Astorio said and did. She thought Max was brave enough talking back, but Salem had actually put a hand on him! On a noble! But if he went too far, then bad things could happen. Instead she nodded in response to the words aimed at her, clearing her throat. "I'll...keep that in mind. Sir," Lilie said to the Astorio as she felt not acknowledging his words would have been rude. "Best to get going, anyway..."





Lilie nearly jumped at the arrival of the newcomer to the conversation--a vampire, by the way he stood grandiously, towering over the two. She couldn't help but wince slightly at the usage of the word 'slave' as he spoke, though at the mention of being an Astorio, her eyes widened considerably. What was a noble doing talking to them? At the mention of bowing or kneeling, she realized that she was genuinely clueless. Were you actually supposed to kneel? Aaron was doing it for the TA, Varis Sinnenodel, a noble vampire. But the way the brown-haired guy spoke made it seem like it was wrong to do so. He definitely had a lot more guts than she did, speaking back without so much as a hint of hesitation. How could he speak so boldly to someone who could probably tear his head off without any hesitation?

Before she could properly figure it out, she realized the vampire was looking directly at her. She recoiled out of instinct, though his gaze managed to send a chill up her spine, his comment sparking alarm in her head. She had absolutely no idea how to respond, taking a step back purely out of fear. Any words she could have had got caught in her throat, but really, what was she supposed to say to that?! But she didn't want to offend the noble--she had already offended her own last night, did she really need more vampires thinking poorly of her?

"Um...thank you...sir," She forced herself to respond, hastily tacking on the title. Sir was fine, wasn't it? She wished she could excuse herself and just run, but she felt like her legs were rooted in place.

Salem's voice caught her attention immediately, snapping her out of her paralyzing fear long enough to look at him. Looking between the Astorio vampire, the guy she had spoken to, and Salem, Lilie found herself wishing she hadn't said anything, her nervousness taking a firm hold of her.

"U-Um..." She tried to speak again, though the word was so strangled coming out it discouraged her from speaking any further.







Eris found himself a little more amused than he should have been; Varis made absolutely no effort to hide his irritation, giving the redhead a grumpy look. Well, actually, he already looked grumpy after his grand entrance, but he had gone to neutral for the lecture. Oh well. As one of the students approached, Eris found himself thoroughly unimpressed by the new arrival. What in the world was this young man thinking actually walking around like that? Every article of clothing just rubbed Eris the wrong way, that atrocious hairstyle--wait a minute, was that a pencil? An actual pencil?! Was the country experiencing a shortage of wooden chopsticks that this guy had to resort of doing this? The pencil in his hair actually offended Eris, his senses feeling violated by the mage's entire existence at this point. It took a little too much effort not to visibly gag, though he was less than impressed nonetheless. It was at times like this he wished the place had a dress code--even boring uniforms were better than having to suffer such visual travesties.

Still, it was the same mage that had asked a decent question, making him wonder what the deal with him was. He'd inquire more later on as Varis would introduce him to his mage, and that was when Eris thought he had misheard. His eyebrows shot up at the name, not reacting much to the ineptitude but instead eyeing the mage curiously. Prim, proper, and a complete snoozefest. Maybe with a few buttons popped that dress shirt could have been interesting, but judging from how every hair was in place the vampire suspected that the man probably preferred formality. Not too surprising considering who he was, but he'd have to see what the poor thing did to get ruled as incompetent on day one.

"I'd be more than happy to take him off your hands," Eris cheerfully replied, giving Aaron a dazzling smile and not bothering to hide what could be construed as an invasive gaze. "An actual Starag...the honor is all mine, I can't wait to get to know you some more."





Her question was left unanswered but she guessed that no, the vampire and the movie star weren't familiar judging by the latter's dismissal of the former. The teacher's aide shutdown of the class' commotion quickly reminded Lilie that she needed to pay attention; judging by Salem's question and further confirmed by the vampire's assignment, the aide had high expectations. She had no plans of failing or falling behind, though she knew she'd likely have to work twice as hard to satisfy the vampire in charge. But with the syllabus and her note-taking, she was sure she would be fine. Hopefully. No need to stress herself out on the boring stuff that she was good at writing for when there was actual magic to learn, after all.

The bell ended the class sooner than she would have liked; she did find the subject interesting, even if more than a few aspects of it made her uncomfortable. Lilie sighed, supposing she should hit the library sooner than later and take a better look at the syllabus. The writing assignments would probably not be too much of a hassle, but the oral debates could be a headache.

But enough about schoolwork! Lilie wanted to have some fun! Turning to Aaron, she thought it'd be nice if they all got to know each other better, especially knowing she needed to thank him for last night. "Hey, do you want to--"

“I’m sorry, I have to go, I’ll try to catch up with you guys in a little while, okay?” Aaron cut her off apologetically, hurrying away quickly.

Deflating slightly, Lilie nodded, though she wasn't sure if the blond had seen. He looked shaken, but she wasn't entirely sure why. There was no chance to ask, either, as he scurried off.

Looking at Salem for clarification, Lilie didn't get the chance to say anything to him, either, with the guy already beating her to it. "I suppose I'll see you at lunch? Save us a seat will you? I need to go and speak to Varis, but it shouldn't take too long." Salem told her, giving her a smile before he would take his leave.

This school was seriously going to give her abandonment issues. Was she being too clingy? Salem said 'us', so she figured it was probably best to go on ahead. Sighing once again, she placed her notebook into her backpack, making sure the syllabus was carefully tucked away into a folder. As she stood, she spotted both Aaron and Salem at the front of the class, speaking to the TA--or in Aaron's case, kneeling. It was a bizarre sight, with the TA speaking to Eris Samael like Aaron wasn't there, further ignoring him when he spoke to Salem. The sight made Lilie uncomfortable, finding it hard to watch.

"Does he have any shame?"

Her head turned towards the source of the question, finding a familiar-faced young man. Where had she seen him before? Oh, right, at the Arena sign ups if she recalled correctly. Frowning at him, she didn't know who he was aiming that question at, but it didn't seem right to not say anything. "So...that's not normal?" Despite the less-than-friendly expression on the guy's face, Lilie couldn't quite stop herself from asking.





Eyeing Feliks warily, Katya accepted his apology, feeling that it was going to be something of a rarity coming from the crotchety man. At least he got rid of the cigarette. Every other word out of his mouth pointed to that theory, but she supposed she couldn't entirely blame him for spacing out the same way she did at the tapestry. As Feliks ascended she decided to take advantage and look back at the ruined masterpiece, although when she did, she felt a little sad again.

Just as she figured it was time to move on, he would speak of the siege, revealing the tapestry's age at around twelve or so years ago, if her barely-put together memory served her correctly. The siege was a harsh time, albeit she couldn't really remember anything from it. At his question, she followed his gaze back to the tapestry, curious to see what he was getting at. True, most of the royal family were children, and there was always the odd rumor or two that popped up whenever someone decided they were crazy enough to say they were at the siege and had seen one of them escaped. But the rumors all ended the same way as just that: rumors.

"I suppose...there's always the odd rumor that one of them survived," Katya admitted with a shrug. "But even talking about the whispers on the street is dangerous. Or, that's what my Nana always told me."




Getting in trouble within the first hour wasn't nearly as surprising as it should have been, albeit Eris' smile didn't falter as much as it should have. The vampire offered Varis a short bow before claiming the seat as instructed, taking his words in stride. He was genuinely impressed at how quiet the classroom got; at the very least they now knew who was in charge, though there was the slightest twinge of confusion as the thought crossed his mind. As the lecture continued, Eris slowly started to put the pieces together. The material was something he was familiar with, but it wasn't until then that he realized Professor Alder was nowhere to be found. Huh, so the Sinnenodel was the one teaching now? No wonder he looked so pissed. Whoops. Well, at the very least, he couldn't argue with the results, the smartwatch buzzing like crazy against his wrist as he tucked his hand into his pocket to prevent the noise from being heard too much.

Listening to the lecture quietly, Eris raised an eyebrow at the mention of obsolete laws. Someone's been talking about things they shouldn't have, though he didn't dwell on it for long. Instead he scribbled down a few notes pertaining to some assignment, the details of which he was sure would be revealed once he sat down and went through the syllabus. Hmm, he really did show up at an inconvenient time, if it weren't for his private tutoring, he was sure he would've been lost. Oh well, c'est la vie, instead he would make sure to ready himself for the oncoming storm.

Once the bell rang, the murmur of the classroom began again, though it was more expected this time. Eris would stand as well, throwing a few looks at some students before he was addressed. Time to turn on the charm just a touch, though at least the effort was a lot more genuine.

"Earlier than anticipated, but I thought it was a good spectacle. Jet lag and time differences have me slightly disoriented, I admit. Should I congratulate you on your promotion to teacher?" Eris replied, shaking his head as he dug into his suit jacket, pulling out his schedule. "C'était aussi magnifique que toi. I have to say, I'm disappointed I missed the rest of the lecture, I would have made more of an effort to be on time had I known it was you."


Working on my CS, figured I'd say something rather than keep to radio silence.



Oh, how he lived for that buzzing commotion.

Every eye was trained on him, as well as a few poorly hidden phones as well. The expressions were a lovely variation from excitement to confusion and outright disdain, the classroom unable to contain itself at his arrival. The interruption was probably going to be less than appreciated, but for the moment, the blond could dwell on it while it lasted. A majority of them were a good looking crew, too, though none of them stood out for the moment from the occasional vampire or a very lucky mage with brilliant colored eyes that he found himself adoring. His eyes briefly flickered down to the black FitBit flashing a tiny blue light at him; any moment now, word would get out, and he would be all over the headlines.

Except for that one vampire in the front that had spoken directly to him meant he should probably respond.

Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Judging by the look of that trashy looking half-poncho half-sweater that couldn't make up its mind on what it was supposed to be and those ripped jeans--how have ripped jeans not been outlawed yet?--Eris had to admit he was not at all impressed. As he looked at the vampires sitting around her, he safely assumed that this was supposed to be a noble. Probably from that mess of what was left of the Eve house. The raised brow all but confirmed the nobility, but there was no class from the looks of it. And her babbling about a heart break or a stand--he was sitting anyway--made him lose interest quickly.

Shaking his head slowly, Eris extended his left hand as it moved downwards with a flick of his wrist. "Sit down, honey, the people behind you can't see me," He instructed the other vampire dismissively, spotting a raised phone from one of the other students. Leaning to the side slightly, he shot a wink at the fortunate one, watching with delight as their expression brightened. Hopping down from the podium, his free hand rubbed his leg as he looked back at Varis, flashing him a dazzling smile. A heart-breaker, indeed.





This class was going to be more demanding than she had anticipated, but she wasn't too worried, even if at first glance it seemed like a lot. At the very least everything was being outlined well enough in the syllabus; so long as she paced herself and kept track of her dates, she didn't anticipate any issues. She was well aware she was coming in somewhat ignorant, but fortunately her studious habits were still fresh in her mind, so she wasn't going to stress herself out just yet.

As Salem nudged her, she caught his expression before he pointed back to the syllabus. Looking at the same spot on her own, her expression brightened up as she noticed what he was referring to: they were in the same study group! Who knew having just one familiar name could be so relieving? As she looked at the rest of the list, she spotted both Aaron and Cassandra in their own groups. It probably would have been a lot of fun if they were all grouped together, but getting to meet new people was a fun idea, too.

After giving Salem a small nudge of acknowledgement in return, the girl made sure to pay attention as the actual lecture began. The small pom pom bounced repeatedly, Lilie's hand skirting across the page as the Sinnenodel TA spoke. Note taking was never exactly thrilling, but she found herself slowing down every once in a while as she would either stifle a yawn or rub her eyes, resulting in her having to consciously remind herself to pay attention. Waking up when she did was starting to get to her, her eyelids getting heavier as time passed.

Just as she started to think she was going to lose to her exhaustion, the doors were slammed open. Lilie jumped in place, clearly startled by the sudden entrance as she stared, wide eyed as she looked at the blond man casually strolling to the front of the room. By the way the hall was reacting, this didn't seem like a usual occurrence. She looked at both Aaron and Salem, confused until he would introduce himself: Eris Samael. As in the very same star from one of her favorite movies. Here! In front of her! Sort of. She felt like she should have been more excited, but she was a little confused on how he managed to hide his attendance to the Academy; she definitely would have heard something about this, as far as she knew, he was still filming some unannounced movie! Sneaking her phone out of her pocket, she kept it on her lap as she stole a glance down, scrolling through her feed. Nope, absolutely nothing about the movie star attending Noila Academy.

"I can't believe it's really him!" She let out a quiet squeal, bouncing in her seat for a moment as she put her phone away.

Not everyone seemed to share her enthusiasm, as someone in the front had made it clear. Either she hadn't appreciated getting interrupted or something--Lilie had still been taking notes when she was asking her question--but she didn't seem too happy about his entrance. Oh, that was the same vampire that had challenged the princess last night, wasn't it? They must have been neighbors, but she hadn't stuck around long enough for introductions. Lilie looked at the two, her excitement simmering down somewhat. The blonde stayed in place on top of the podium, almost looking amused at the woman's comment, though Lilie wasn't sure what was going to happen.

"Do you think they know each other?" Lilie asked Aaron and Salem quietly. "Seems weird that she'd say that to him, right? Or maybe she doesn't know who Eris Samael is?"


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