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Lydia



Charlotte made her way to the library. She anticipated meeting Lydia in the library. Charlotte was already a little late. She had gotten distracted with the scene in the garden. She did not like being late, but there was nothing to fix that now. Charlotte hurried, arriving in the library a little short of breath.

The library was large, tastefully decorated, and a beautiful chandelier. There were small areas for studying, including by a fireplace. One of Charlotte’s favorite places during the colder months.

Loath to move as Lydia was, having her as a tutor meant meeting her at her habitual spot. Tucked away in a distant corner, it was, despite the nearby window, a bit dim for how the window never caught direct sunlight. It straddled a fine line between dreary and cozy. At Charlotte's arrival, Lydia’s mice scattered, and she promptly set aside her writings.

”Miss Wrottesley, forgive my tardiness,” she said, claiming a seat. She did not explain why she was late. ”I hope you have had a pleasant morning.”

Lydia nodded along as she collected her spread of texts, saved her place, and set them aside.

“You’ve never heard me complain about more time to read, have you?” she stated. She produced fresh pages from her notes and set them and her quill and ink on the table. “Now then, what are we reviewing today?”

Charlotte smiled, ”That is true.” Charlotte set her notes on the table, ”It would seem that we are doing—” Charlotte showed Lydia her notes.

“These would be cubic equations,” interrupted Lydia. She pointed with her pinkie at one of the equations Charlotte had written down. A little smile grew in the corner of Lydia’s mouth. “New material, excellent. How are you finding it? Specific points of trouble, or shall we go over the matter in full?”

Charlotte’s heart was racing, she felt trapped suddenly, like she needed to stand and pace around the room. She glanced out the window trying to compose herself. ”I do not understand how there are three or one answers. I am uncertain how to factorize. I...” She trails off. ”I am lost.”

Lydia nodded knowingly. She reviewed the notes in silence, occasionally nodding. In short order, she pushed the notes back and set blank paper in front of Charlotte.

“Let’s simplify all of this and start from the top, then.” She took her quill and wrote out an equation, reading it aloud as she wrote. Two-X cubed, plus three-X squared, plus two-X, plus three equals zero. This is a basic cubic equation. Actually, let’s cross this out. Two-X cubed, plus three-X squared, plus four-X, plus five equals zero. These are both cubic equations, but this second one will make it easier for you. Now, a basic cubic equation follows the form of A-X cubed, plus B-X squared, plus C-X, plus D equals zero. So taking the equation from before, let’s compare. A is two and B is three. Do you follow? What is C, and what is D?”

Charlotte froze. How could anything with that many pluses equal zero? ”C is four and D is five?” Charlotte said uncertainty. It sounded fake. But also how did all that still equal zero? ”But, how? Does the cubing not make it bigger? I know to square something is part of the number. But if you are adding numbers together how do they equal zero?”

Lydia sighed and shook her head. “We’re drawing connections between a template and an example. Each letter is what we call a variable, which is a number that we don’t know the value of, but which remains consistent. Each number written to the left is multiplying that given variable by however many. So when I say Two-X cubed, what I am saying is that there is a number, X, which is being multiplied by itself three times—that being the meaning of the term cubed, and then that X-cubed is multiplied by two. X is the same each time it appears in the equation; what it’s multiplied by is what differs. Why is the result zero? That’s for us to find out using mathematical processes. But there should be at least some number, represented by X, that when put into this equation in the place of X, will result in this equation equalling zero. We see these other letters, A, B, C, and D in the cubic archetype because they’re stand-ins.

Now, with that said, let’s return to the task at hand. The way to solve these problems is by using Cardano’s Formula. According to Cardano, a cubic of the form one sees here will result in three potential values for x. I see your notes have the Proof for it. I ask you again, as I have many times. Do you feel it necessary to understand the Proof, or will the ability to use it suffice?”


”I would like to understand it. For now the ability to use it shall suffice,” Charlotte said. ”Letters substituting for an unknown variable is logical. However, there are so many unknowns here. Are we filling these with numbers that can be known when looking at something, or provided?”

“With Cardano’s Formula, the provided numbers are enough to determine the value of X,” Lydia replied. She pointed to Charlotte’s notes, “There are three equations we can use, one for each possible value of X. You can see, each requires use of A and B, but also new variables called S and T. That miniscule i there, do you remember what it represents?”

Charlotte’s hands under the table open and closed as she chewed her lip listening to Lydia and looking at the notes. ”The i is for imaginary numbers.” She had struggled with those, it seemed unreasonable to add something imaginary to maths.

Lydia delivered a curt nod. “S and T represent equations of their own. Each of these equations can be represented in terms of Q and R. Q and R are themselves shorthand for equations which express in terms of A, B, C, and D. This sounds absurd, doesn’t it? Here’s the reason this is done. It’s just breaking it into smaller pieces. One could instead take those first three equations for finding X and expand them to be only in terms of A, B, C, and D. But that would create ungainly monstrosities of numbers which are even harder to keep track of. Instead, let’s follow this example. So Q is equal to 3 times A times C, minus B-squared, and all of that is divided by 9 times A-squared. That is, Q is 3 times 2 times 4, minus 3-squared, all divided by 9 times 2-squared. Simplifying, Q is…24 minus 9—15, divided by 9 times 4—36. Q is 15 divided by 36. Do you follow?”

Charlotte’s feeling of being overwhelmed increased with each moment as Lydia explained. She could recite what Lydia had said, but if asked to explain it differently she could not. ”Can we do this with numbers so I see the process?” Her voice was a bit tight.

“That’s precisely what we’re doing. The formulae are such that one replaces letters with numbers as soon as they become known. So, where we started only knowing the values of A, B, C, and D, now we know Q. The next formula will give us a number with which to replace R. Then, we will have formulae to find S and T. When we have numbers for S and T, we can then find X. One could, instead of going step by step using these smaller equations, combine them all into one large equation. But that would be more confusing. It’s a game of crossing out letters and replacing them with numbers. Does that clarify?”

Charlotte nodded. ”It does.” She still was not excited about the formula, but at least now she might be able to start solving it. Charlotte at least had some experience with playing the crossing out game. This just was a lot longer than normal.

Lydia pointed to the formula for R. “Then, would you be so kind as to replace the letters with their appropriate numbers for this formula?”

Charlotte nodded again and took the pen and paper and started to work. Her stomach twisted a bit as she started working on it and she felt the need to shake her arms. She did twice when she got stuck on particularly annoying bits, but she did not ask Lydia for help. Her goal was to get as far as she could by herself. She would have to get some fresh air after this. On the plus side, everything that had happened between the garden earlier and these numbers and letters had fully driven her brother’s unopened letter from her mind.

Charlotte paused, lifting the pen slightly. She frowned, and went back over her equations. Something was off, but she was not certain what. ”I did something wrong.” She passed the paper to Lydia. ”I cannot find the error.”

Lydia reviewed Charlotte’s work, then produced a second sheet of paper. She replicated Charlotte’s work, did the arithmetic herself, then squinted again at Charlotte’s work. “Arithmetic. That’s all. 2 cubed is 8, and 8 times 54 is…432. Then we reduce. We’ll divide the top and bottom by 2, and call negative 179 divided by 236 good enough. Now, you have Q and R.” Lydia copied down her result onto the main page, then pointed at the equations for S and T. “We can find these values now. Don’t worry so much about the arithmetic. We can do that in our own time. But do you see? S will be the cube root of R, plus the cube root of the sum of Q-cubed and R-squared. T will be the cube root of R, minus the cube root of the sum of Q-cubed and R-squared. It’s a formidable-looking equation, but only three values to fill in for each. That’s all you need to do. Leave the fractions as they are, and replace the letters with their respective values. Now show me you understand what I’m asking of you.”

Charlotte took a slow breath, nodded, and took over the pen and paper again. She hated this. Her body seemed to be slightly offset from where she was supposed to be. It took her a bit longer this time, but she got the equation down to its non-simplified version. She felt more confident at the end of it, though she knew she would have to do several of these as practice prior to her next maths class. ”How is that?” she slid her paper back to Lydia.

“Excellent. Now, we can find X.”





Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills: N/A



”It is a term of endearment dear Rohan. Take no offense and know that Dysphoria and myself appreciate that about you. That you are of the woods and night and cold. You are unlike the fast and blighted world of the other humans. A downright delight to behold.” Unsaid Finley thought, If only you would stop carrying such things as that sword.

”My magic comes from blood,” Finley said with a large, toothy, smile on their lips. Technically their magic also came from flowers but that wasn’t nearly as much fun to say. All illusion magic came from flowers, at least for the fae. Finley had been learning that the humans were different.

They itched and for a moment their form blurred, shifting and becoming the more feminine version of themself. Their hair, longer and less brightly colored, yellow now, was pulled back from their face. Their features while more feminine strangely seemed sharper than their soft masculine face of a moment ago. They looked at the newcomer of their group. Rohan and Franklin knew what she was. Explanations were not needed to them.

”I am of the Sidhe. I am called Finley and this is my constant companion, Dysphoria.” Finley gestured to the brightly colored head sticking out of them, then gently caressed Dysphroia’s cheek. There was a lot more Finley could say about Dysphoria. Such as life with Dysphoria was the only life Finley could ever want or imagine. But that was not the thing one advertised, and Dysphoria already knew that. Saying it out loud would only turn it into a knife that could be used against them.

”When you say you work with metal, is that iron? Or another type?” Finley hoped it was another type. Franklin was more than enough when it came to people who used metal, at least it wasn’t his only medium. Rohan’s only flaw was that sword he carried. He would be a respectable sort otherwise.







Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
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”Anyone that I know of who has gone through that door has gone mad. They’ve ripped out their own entrails or something just as equally gruesome. For all I know not a single person who has entered there has survived the semester. So I’ll be overdramatic if it means I at least have put in my complaint.” Connie had lived enough of her life keeping her complaints to herself. She had no desire to be quiet or meek.

”It is, despite current complications, a pleasure to meet you Pancho. I look forward to getting to know you and learning from each other. Provided we all survive the semester I’m sure it will be quite enlightening.” Her tone for him was far more pleasant than it had been when speaking with the professor.

She turned to Barty, ”That is gross and creepy.” She shook her head at his comment about calling Pedro his. ”As for madness,” Connie took a steadying breath. ”Madness and I have already known each other. I do not believe myself so arrogant to believe that just because I am aware of how my mind and my flesh feel that I can keep myself together in the face of something more.” Connie believed it was perfectly possible that one day she would slip into her bird form and forget how to return to being human. It was so easy to be a bird. It would be incredibly easy to forget how to be a human. If she had learned to transform herself well enough as a child to escape her home she would have. She would have let herself go and been the bird she wanted to be. It was a good thing she hadn’t been good enough to change herself fully. Today’s mistake was a reminder that the early failures were not completely gone. She could fail. She imagined a moment of herself laying in the cupboard of her childhood with gills and knew she would have died. She shivered at the image.

As for Jack. Connie tilted her head, a motion that could have been like a confused puppy, but on her looked more avian. She opened her mouth but decided what she was about to say was rude and cruel. Connie sighed and went for the kinder route. ”I am not sure what you mean.” She wasn’t sure he knew what he meant. ”I already have magic. I am a healer and have access to transformation magics.”

”Before we part ways,” this she said to all four as she removed the key to her new room from her pocket, and held it out for them to see. ”Are any of us roommates?” Connie didn’t necessarily want to be roommates with the people she was also in a coven with. It would make taking breaks from them difficult. She also figured she’d end up sleeping in the woods with Rohan if she was roommates with either of the twins. The trees would be more pleasant than whatever those two got up to when people were better off sleeping.
Eva Moore



If Eva didn’t know her wife very well, and wasn’t holding her hand. She might have panicked when she disappeared. However, she didn’t. She understood that something about Andy, this girl who was part of the group of people Val considered family, being here that freaked her out. That made her feel ashamed. Eva didn’t know why. She squeezed Val’s hand.

”Harry,” Eva leaned around David. ”How did Andy get here?” Maybe Harry would know. If not Max might, but Eva didn’t know Max as well as she knew her brother-in-law. Magneto would definitely know since he was manipulating all the metal he could to spell out her name. Eva had no desire whatsoever to ask him though.

Matt Moss



Matt nodded and watched the little kid flit across the field and grab one of his teammates pulling her from danger. A good kid. Matt had stood at the front of his group and fought with anything he could to protect his team. This kid may not be able to do the same, but he still protected them in his own way. He didn’t expect less from a child of Novi.

”He sure is tiny.” He tried to joke, but he could sense that Novi was upset. ”I don’t know what all is going on for you, and won’t pry. Just know if you want to talk I’m here. I’m still your friend.” He smiled. ”My sister, my baby sister, died recently. Lab accident. Ben is mine to care for now and I don’t even know where to start with raising children. I never thought I would.” There was a lot of pain in Matt’s voice.







Location: The Stands
Grimoire:
Skills: N/A



Connie shrugged at Frankie’s question. ”It is a rumor. I don’t know.” She frowned at the very idea of gambling. ”I definitely did not place any bets. I am not delusional. Gambling is a quick way to lose.” She also resisted glancing at the Mcleods sitting near her. She had her opinions of them. For the most part she tolerated them and in some situations enjoyed their presence. However, for the most part they were strange to her. Despite growing up around magicians of all types, the pair of them stood out. Even now they were doing something she didn’t entirely approve of. But Connie may judge them for their actions. She didn’t often tell people she disapproved of them.

Watching the action she winced. Maybe the Hex Girls wouldn’t survive this. Prudence was looking messed up. If the AA team kept trading in the way that they seemed to be it might come down to one or two but the AA team seemed to have some heavy hitters. Considering there was both someone using lightning and another with fire. She chewed her lip considering the groups. AA’s damage output might be enough. She didn’t like that.







Location: The Stands
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”My name is Ben. And no, I am not trying to cuddle with you. You’re the one who sat here. I don’t want you touching me.” Ben rolled his eyes. This guy was kind of annoying. He winced as the girl who used water seemed to be a bit dazed. She had missed several of the attacks aimed at her but damn they had laid it on thick on her. The little guy that popcorn dude had said he wanted to get hurt had pulled her from the metaphorical fire. It was likely the popcorn dude wouldn’t get his wish.

”As for my uncle, no. Not usually. He is introducing me to the American school system.” Ben explained. ”Considering everything I knew about America a year ago, this tracks.” He gestured to the field of children fighting each other.






Location: Contest of Champions
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive), Electrokinesis





Andy didn’t like fighting like this. She liked the ring, so it had parts she enjoyed. The screaming of the crowd. She knew there were people in that crowd that cheered for her, that was obvious just from her dad. She didn’t care for the banter.

Andy had rolled her eyes at the bury the gays comment. As if most, if not all of, her team wasn’t gay of one flavor or another. The only person on the team she didn’t know if was gay or not was Danni.

Andy heard her name from Dorian. She glanced at him as he called the shot. She nodded, punching at Pru again was easy enough. Didn’t even require her to move again. The Hex Girls had been pressuring their back line. Time to take out one of their people. She wasn’t supposed to kill, and wouldn’t have wanted to anyway.

She punched out, electricity crackling on the studs of her gloves almost reaching out for Prudance. She was still ready for retaliation. If this worked she’d be knocking her out, unless they had something up their sleeves. Someone was bound to take umbrage with Andy and eventually attack her. They’d be sorry.







9:30 AM - Friday, July 18th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France



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Other than Gordan and Juliane, the lounge was just the guests. The pair of them appeared not to be paying any attention to the conversations happening.




Ralph




Location: Château de La Lune
Skills: N/A





“I am sorry, mademoiselle, but I cannot let you into the family quarters.” She pauses and looks around, verifying that you are alone. No one else is in the foyer. Olivia climbs the stairs to stand with the pair, looking for Elenore. “The door through the library does not always close properly. Downstairs, into the library, back upstairs, and you will be in the family lounge. Elenore’s room is there, it was added.” She gave a small nod and then went back down the stairs to continue cleaning.

"There is a library? This place is massive.” Ralph shook his head. He wasn’t exactly sure where the library was, but if they had to go downstairs first, it would require them to go through the ballroom again. He started that way, figuring Rih would follow him. He realized they wouldn’t have to go any farther, though, as he spotted Elenore entering the room from the family’s side of the chateau.

"Ah, Elenore. We were looking for you.”

Elenore looked up. She was now dressed in a light dress, and despite wearing heels, they looked more comfortable than normal heels. “Yes, Mr. Eldridge?”

"We want Renee’s contact information so we can let her family know what happened.” Elenore frowned and looked between the two of them.
Eva Moore



Eva noted, "Kid on fire is Danni. That'll be easy to remember." She smiled. Then frowned. "Who is Andy?" The name was in the list of names that Max was holding up, and much more prominently in the metal that Magneto had manipulated. Old fears rose within Eva for a moment, but he was with Max, and Max was one of the 'Family Friends'. She watched the fight as lightning and fire flashed brightly. The children moving in a dance of battle. Eva was thankful she had never had to fight. One of the children could move stone and earth, and she knew how terrifying a power that could be.

Matt Moss



"How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while." Matt, now that he was sitting next to Novi, spoke quieter. "I didn't know you had a child at Margaret Carter. I'll be sending my nephew there with the new semester." There were some assumptions in that statement.







Location: The Stands
Grimoire:
Skills: N/A



"Rumor was they lost basically two full teams during disqualifications. Everyone who was left from the three teams got grouped." Connie told Frankie. "They've made it this far. Perhaps the fights they've experienced so far will have tempered them somewhat. I am still cheering for the Hex Girls."

Connie might not like everyone on the Hex Girls team, especially since getting into the Contest had been something she wanted to do, but failed to accomplish. Part of her hoped they'd get hurt and be sorry not to have a healer. The rest of her had too much school pride to let that be how she presented herself. "Did you put a bet down?" She asked him, a bit concerned. Connie didn't care for gambling.







Location: The Stands
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Ben wiggled, trying to get out from under the strange kid's arm, and was thankfully released. "Who are you?" He asked, annoyed. He considered the popcorn and shrugged, taking a handful. "I'm not rooting for any team. I'm only here because my Uncle made me." That wasn't the whole story, but Ben didn't care. He didn't want to tell the whole story. Especially not to someone he knew nothing about.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept an eye on the other kids who were sitting near him. It seemed to be a mixed group, some from Margaret Carter, and some from another school. He glanced over his shoulder and saw his Uncle chatting with the woman he had called to. The adults there were also being super weird and had signs and literal metal spelling out names. He sank more into his chair, suddenly very thankful he wasn't one of the children on the pitch.






Location: Contest of Champions
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive), Electrokinsis





Andy could hear some of the shouting in the stands, and her name floating in the sky caught her attention. She smiled but tuned it out. Now was the time to focus on the fight. She had always done 1v1 matches, so this was interesting. It did require paying attention to a lot more than she was used to. It sort of reminded her of the fights with the MU. She smiled, knowing some of them were in the stands right now.

With Skylar and Thuy locked away behind some rock, Andy ignored them. She turned her attention to what was going on with Sabine. Dorian called her over. April tried to take out the barrier but couldn’t, so Dorian did. That left Prudence open to attack. She punched out at the woman. Lightning cascaded from her arm. She prepared herself for some retaliation.







9:15 AM - Friday, July 18th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France



@PatientBean@TheMaster99@KazAlkemi@Trainerblue192@kittyluna45@KTostada








Most of the living, non-missing guests were now in the lounge, except for Tony, Ralph, and Rhiannon. The pair of them were occupied confronting an uncaring Elizabeth at the top of the stairs.

Inside the lounge, Gordon continued to fill orders of crepes for anyone who asked. Juliane was keeping herself busy, even when she didn’t have something to do properly.




Ralph




Location: Château de La Lune
Skills: N/A





“I don’t know. Why would I know that?” Elizabeth said over her shoulder as she reached the stairs, the maid waved her off. This was Olivia, the full-time maid.

“Please use the ballroom stairs.”

“Why? Shouldn’t this already be clean?”

“It was, it needed to be cleaned again,” the maid said. She looked uncomfortable.

"Renee died at the bottom of the stairs. That’s why we want to find Elenore to get her next of kin information.” Ralph stood near Elizabeth.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll use the other stairs.” Elizabeth pushed past him, ignoring what he had just said.

"Wait, tell us where to find Elenore.”

“She’s in her room or something. I don’t know. It isn’t like I keep track of her all of the time.” Elizabeth entered the ballroom and headed for the stairs.





Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills: N/A



”Oh, yes, we should make something new for Dewdrop. They are so cute when we give them things,” Finley said delightedly. Finley examined the paper that Sariel gave them.

”We are to make things for something we do not know.” Finley tilted their head a little confused.

“Correct! We'll-” Sariel paused and changed her wording. “You'll be delving into madness and beyond so creating your own safety line will be your first challenge! But, we'll go into the technical aspects tomorrow.”

”Ah, madness. This I am familiar with. We shall see you tomorrow then.” Finley then turned to his coven mates. ”Franklin, you have been at this school a long time, much like the young Constance. Do you know its halls as well as she does?”







Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills: Magical History +1



Connie crossed her arms as she listened to Professor Croan. She was unsurprised by his comments. It did make biting back what she wanted to say a little easier. At least the professor was consistent. She could manage with that even if he was an ass about it.

She was not ignoring Pancho; she was focused on the professor. Connie’s jaw dropped in horror—door 12. A series of expletives almost spilled from her mouth, but she was not the type to allow that. She was too composed normally. She barely showed emotions, which made her seem cold.

"Forget failing to graduate. Are you trying to kill us?”

“Your life is inconsequential to me, your years a drop in the eternity of my own.” Professor Croan replied. “Calm yourself, child. You embarrass this institution with your theatrics.”

"Spirits preserve me from immortals. It may be inconsequential to you, but it is mine, so I shall keep it.” She ignored the second part of what he said. "Very well. I suppose I shall spend this semester keeping my organs inside.” Then turning to Pancho, "Shifting forms is the freest one can be. To allow yourself to become something else requires knowing yourself.”
Eva Moore


Eva was smiling. She squeezed her wife's hand and tried to hide the smile from her. She was watching the action in the field, but that hadn't made what had just happened any less funny.

"Now, which kid is which?" She knew of the kids via some stories, but she had no idea who was who. Let alone other than Danni and Dorian, how they were connected to the family.







Location: The Stands
Grimoire:
Skills: N/A



Connie rolled her eyes as Barty forcibly moved a couple of students. He was talking with someone Connie didn't recognize, as if he knew them. She squinted, trying to figure out how Barty knew the girl. She certainly didn't go to Strange Academy.

"Frankie, sit here." Connie gestured to a free seat near her. She liked the techie, and he was one of the few that was still at Strange Academy (that wasn't a professor) who remembered Connie from her first year. He was her longest friend.







Location: The Stands
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Ben was not thrilled with being here. He wasn't thrilled with being in the States. However, adoption had brought him to the other side of the world.

"Look, there are some other kids your age. Go sit with them, make some friends. I see someone I recognize." Ben's adoptive father, and blood uncle, Matt Moss, urged him. Then waved at a woman in colored glasses. "Novikova." Matt's voice was loud enough to carry. Ben winced and moved away. Of course, there were people he knew here. It wasn't as easy as just sitting with strangers to make friends. Ben joined the row of students. He had no idea who any of them were. They might be students at Margaret Carter Institute, or some other school that he had never heard of or cared about. There were no Braddock Academy students.

He sat with arms crossed, sunk into the seat. He didn't know who was who or anything. Cheering for a bunch of strangers, even if he would be attending their school in the following month, didn't sound like a good time. The only reason he was here was that Matt had decided he should see what the school taught, hoping it would make Ben less annoyed when he was sent to Margaret Carter Institute, which was closer to his adoptive mom's workplace.
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