The family's standards.

"Starting tomorrow, you will be following a schedule that doesn't follow the bell system." The few gifted teachers that will be in charge of this portion of education. Arm bands are handed out, "You are now all part of the student council army. You will be enforcing student protection from those being that share our grounds. This is an active demon court room with living human witnesses allowed to attend. Our situational rules will be explained in the following law classes." There is twist to the folks with slightly different bands, Lea included, "Students with the red bands will attend or not attend. You maybe requested by beings when needed."

She posed open her hand and a god eater posed as a death message carrier lands on it. She takes the message and exchanged it for a coin. It is pleased, flew off. She knows the seal and reads the message. Serious, straight to the point and quiet brute honest. There will be a few cases to attend in these demon courts. She the most qualified member for the duty. Treated like it be her frist corpse... in a way it is for this life. Death is kind, he just shows it oddly. She slips the paper as if it is her skin, making several shiver watching her.

"Youngest sister..." The eldest steps in blocking view.

"Nothing a big deal. Duty calls, you know? Its not urgent. A kindness really." He lowered to eye level and she makes that business smile. Her hands back folding across her in habit. He seems annoyed of her secretive manners. Standing nearby to watch her more carefully.

"Dismissed unless required." The undertakers hover among folks with handing out some protective charms or that they sealed curses on those that didn't cope good enough for this test. They took a turn to her and quickly turn away, they clearly telepathically told each other something. Yet one of the two got brave, returned back with even lowering and handing a bundle of things.

"Thank you. My mail from around my old travels. I guess I can't exactly have my normal carriers to deliver it." She has no problem at taking the papers from the undertaker, making the fella pale. She used her left hand, which wasn't normal. Her family have a history for using right hands for supernatural stuff. She was definitely not her normal family standards, "Need a coin for it?"

"No thank you." They quickly back to the partners side, eyeing her way of all those things melting into her skin like the last letter. Tattoo marks briefly printed her skin and faded. Her eyes flickered colours too but all at a blink, they are normal again. She seems unaffected and indifferent to all around her. She could have been assumed for never crossing to the otherside at all.

"Young sister, is there something you have forgotten?"

"The god eater was returned home." She flutters her left hand dismissively. She then holds that plam close to her heart, her right hand always holding scars. She takes moment at life stuff, breathing and enjoying the air conditioning. It was hot outside.

"This." A necklace... the family crest. Two board swords blades with a right angle twist to complete the diamond shape, the centre was a stone setting. A summoner stone, material cost to summon a spirit to his world. It is pretty in its own ways but she preferred the stone set in her ring. That one has more depth and cut in character to the soul it is. She doesn't need a strangers heart. She has her partnership.

"I don't own one. I don't need one either. I have my own methods. If I really wanted to break the rules, I could have collared your soul to me. But that be abusive powers." She sees he wasn't even meaning to give her that, it was that he was using it to ward evil out if her, "Your amusing. I am not good or evil. I am just a soul with a duty. No different to how you veiw a undertaker or demons or gods. I just normally have no public attention drawn to me. Nothing has changed. I am no different then when I started."

"Get..." She sighed in pity. She used her right hand to adjust her outward appearances. A spin to the spot, a girl was a woman. She looks down upon him, patting his shoulder with her left hand. She carried that bleak business doll stare. He knocked her off him, feeling off by her invasive auras nature. Goosebumps raised on his arms and that fish gasp for water. She actually quiet pretty and her mock undertakers uniform was the right size. It has plenty of off narlled chains clung to her, putting a spin to her goth steampunk belt system. Her long hair was like a veil, hiding half her face as she peers deeply about the lads reaction to her. She returns her hands back to before, one to her face and the other to her hip. She turns softly away, a creme chipped mask with deep cut eyes - the eyes narrowing with genuine pupils behind it. Her real expression, criticism.

"Madam, I came to escort." A court employee, "I did for a moment think that I had a fake letter." He bows in trying to respect the creature before him.

"Careful Duke. The book loves eating idiots." She treads past the demon, her hair flicked him. She tilts with her hair reveals her expression of toying him, "Or maybe my big brother might send you home. I am only to stand witnesses in silence and take any souls that are deemed transfer. I have no discrimination of who dies and why. Its not my place to question nor judge. Remember that when I do my new duties."

"Yes madam." The demon quick to adapt and adjust with her mood, "will you like a refresh of what the case is about?"

"Not really, but I might as well. I have no intention of interference with natural order." They left the annex and walked the school grounds following the one way system. The occasion cut through demon offices or case building team rooms. He mutters about the five main rooms with a Web of names that gave names that knew names.

A long story to summarises as this case was that a Trickster member had caused a interruption for some larger case, slowing down a massive god court case. There was a sort of confusion for what the god case was. This demon doesn't have that answer. She makes whisper to the tome to easedrop into what the bigger God court case was. It turns out that there was some sort of meddling with Mr mage and Curiosity among the gods of this universe. The offenders of that God case are actually her archangel evil grandfather and the fallen winged grandmother. Her ancestry grandparents to her living fathers side of the family. She was more interested in that case then this demon misdemeanor interference among humans and the murder of an angel.

"Lady Tricky, the tome keeper of the core and the soul collector for this case." This court room was the school theatre and assembly hall for any big events. Her living sight sees nothing particularly court like about the room. She slips her mask on. The size and length of this room drastically altered, on top of this was that it seems the public gallery was the only area that the original school theatre contains. She is here at official capacity, so she stands in a grim reapers place by the wall near the public gallery. She makes no interference for this case to go interrupted. She studies how there was plenty of the older members of her father side making passes at her. Gestures of some sort of internal family affairs that she should be speaking or had the authority to dismiss the case.

"We have reason to believe that there must be a mistake in paperwork. Are we really allowing an 10 year old to perform execution? That is what the highest penalty cost this court can give, right?" The defence of this court was uncomfortable with her being the arrangement. The court perplexed with that being a issue.

"I wished not to be a interference but now you are forcing my hand." Her voice carries through everyone, "You must ignore my living side in order to understand lord Deaths wishes. Equally I am not here as the core keeper. I am simply here to take the souls that are fading. I will not wait and I will not judge. I am simply taking souls as I am required to, regardless of your court chooses. I was given express permissions to handle difficult souls, that is that I am here to collect souls that aren't in the public veiwing tomes or for that matter belong to this territorial universe." She takes pause with checking those words were permitted by her tome. It was satisfactory, "So do please continue as you are. I am no different to any other grim reaper in duty. Only my methods terrify the souls."

"Well aquanted page devourer. Just what brought you here?" The offender hissed. She smirks softly and turns at waiting for the souls. A tome is restless, it forms with pages peeling off her and folding into the iconic floating book at her side. It shoves itself before her, presenting a eclipse of pages for this individual. A wanted criminal in several universes. She pets the book gently and her mask disappeared to go hook some chains to some souls around here. Stealthy about it too, snickering occasionally to herself at the wall here. Once the mask had returned, the court hammer was falling. Caught just in the moment by a feather of her grandfather making a grand entrance. Plenty had to bow or sigh in annoyance that the man was here. The defence of this court hissing at the higher ranking interference of someone above station that has political right to do so.

"Silence you old bat." She cut him short of his prolong annoying titles, "We know who you are and we mostly know your just another Trickster. The issue for you is..." She walks through several folks as a human should and she was right to his face, "I out rank you. If the universe called for it, I would have clipped them wings like I wish to." She turns her back at him, "So ignore the pump brat of bat and make you judgment. Stale further and the souls will become tainted."

"Thank you lady." The judge drops the hammer, "By the courts granted by hell and the overlord of justice. We condemn the soul offender to higher punishment. You are to be handed dealing by someone ranked above normal means." The slide of posed hand, "As agreed upon by Lord Death, the domain keeper of the spirit realms." Her grandfather flicked his wing at that, "May the kindness of death be upon you." The hammer slams again and eyes fall to her. She lifted a chain of sin to sight, she smile so pure and convinced. The tome floats around in her face to be warning her and she raise her brows to it several times in suggesting to believe her.

"Williams? Or is it Wilkinson? Ethos?" She rings the metal in her hands, "No. no. You were the black beast that imprisoned the last of humanity up the mountains" She steps slow and closer, "You been giving several guilds of Sigil quiet an annoyance. In a way, you have cosmic way of being a pest." She was stop short by a few members of the family, "You little flea have done enough now. Your soul must be sent backwards the way you came from. Not just this universe territory, I am told. I see that you eclipse quiet a few annoyed universes." She made the chain thud heavy a moment, "Some of those universes have collapsed into void abyss. So your punishment is something of a treat to folks like me. I am actually really looking forward to dragging you corpse across the plains." She was a bit to bright about it, "We get to even swing by at Twilight's place. Have a mead or two."

"Your not even human!" The accused hissed.

"How rude. Say tome, he thinks I am you." She looks to the book floating around her. It flicks a few times, "Well you told me to translate." It thunders several books to echo around places across many realms. She cringes at that.

The strop aside, it pulls more pages and shows itself to be a thing of many arms, holding many chains. It was headless, just a long centipede like body with limb human hands, claws holding chains. She is was the puppet, and she posed her hand forwards of a thick chain, newly forged and clean of any worn use. She presented it further and further from herself. As it began to drop, it faded out of sight. The running length echos everywhere around this court, as the last link tattered. The several names that were due to fade disappears from reach of her books. She grabs the book from hitting her and she pets it.

"Ok. Count to 10 everyone. Like magic." She sings. She was the first voice but everyone of the court room was joining loud at the last number. A gate appears and she pulls her hand through it, taking the callor of the demon accuser. He looks uncomfortable. He has no voice and scrambled in fear of her tome. She presented him to the book floating and it remarked his name back within the chapters. She drops the man on the floor, he crawls fast to the nearest considered safety... the leg of the archangel general. She pose open hands like nothing happened. The book using her distraction to steal souls out of bodies that were past due their moving chapters.

Diverting attention to who is actually doing the duty was the entire point of why she was allowed to stay within this universe. Even if it is sort of a paradox of that she is both and not the tome itself. Part of her really did do all those things, so it isn't a lie of which even gods are fooled by. Living uo to her name of being a Tricky soul. The court room of beings all start to noticeably be afraid of why there was a lot of dusted remains of spirits around. Folks that claimed to been immortal, poofed into dust piles in clothes. Everyone turns back to her from the startled expressions any made for dust remains, seeing if she moved or not. She was back to being a small adolescent tween, in some show of a school uniform and not a hint of anything beyond human about her. The book that floated about before was a typical leather bound book, which was closed and hugged to her chest. An undertaker pen was resting on her ear - like she put it there after making notes. The court was over and plenty of people from the wood works was out. A bounty hunter came collecting the demon cling to the archangel general, dragging the lad to god court. Mask spirits of the damned came to sweep away the corpses of spirits turned to dust. A particularly mask had faint colours, the eyes rested upon the many spirit people that were massacred during a court trial. She makes her way to the public gallery, back to the clip of the living world she belongs to. She approached the stranger in a coloured mask, she had even dare a sort of smile. A frown of worry to the soul that wondered here. She bows respecting the spirit on approach and made herself clear to listen to the strife of them.

"I demand..." The Archangel general lost voice very quickly, bowing lowly to the god before him. She offers her hand and reflects a mirror tilt the spirit noticing her had. It peers to her hand offered, turning her left hand to see the gemstone. It pets her hand and then smothers her in a big hug. She stands arkward in letting the spirit of the damned do as it pleases.

"I am lost in my dreams... I can seem to find my body." They spoke like a damned does.

"You had to also died too or that something happened to disconnected your soul to your time." She offers both hands, "But I can alway take you to Curiosity. He can bring you back." The damned shivered it was a sad and happy at the same time, "You know him clearly. This ring is a piece of him. As he should have a piece of me too." The being clasps her hands.

"It looks like metal. He calls it god metal. He fashioned it to my icon." She sighs at relief that in spite of looking his memories, he still has his ring of her soul. She suspects that her soul would be some odd metal or material not normal to laws as we known it in the broken universe. Being taken from a universe and placed to another normal wipes away some memories.

"You are the god meant to be protecting him. You are welcome to dream walk to me. But you must return to your universe safely." She looks to the tome and it added his name into the dream worlds. He faded a bit but he still has hold of her hands. She is the one that torn a portion of her shadow and formed it to fashion a door to cross the universe... The shadow of a god turned into a raven and flew openly through her gate. The brave god soul believed in her and will be grateful that she returned him to at least his follower. The darkness of her torn injuries eclipse back hidden from all. She felt her scars burn in reaction to being opened forcefully again. The court was about ready for the next case, new public people take seat in the galleries. She returned back to listen and wait for more souls. She does exactly as death and life gifted her to do. She pleases the guild of Sigil by punishment to universe criminals. She is reward from time to time with visitors from her soul life travels across the many places within multiverse.

"Can't I eat some?" She jolts as Loki lands upon her shoulder and wag his scaled tail in excitement for her answer.

"No. We do not eat people within the internal boundaries of the universe." She mutters while moving back to the wall where waited a grim reaper to replace her. She bows to them and then to the court, indicating her take of leave. It has been a long day and the last bell rung about an hour ago. She skirts out of the school assembly hall with no further disruption to the ongoing demon court cases. Plenty of members will appreciate her gone. Loki eyes around the expressions of passing students, how most laughed at her arm band as a student council member and others made that they are forced to stopping picking on her if they wish not to loose privileges which she can take away. She barely managed it to the cafeteria for a packed dinner in a grab brown bag. Often a sandwich meal with maybe some leftovers from whatever meal of the day. It's the cheapest meal provided by the school but it's limited and hard to obtain in arkward hours.

Curiosity would normally manage to get one for her. She certainly does miss him skulking about her and missing these little favours he seems to remember to do. It seems the small things that those people do when they care is what we miss more when they are gone. Truly, he is gone. He is still in the tome by name but that segment has stopped communicating to the core. All that does remain is the small gemstone in the ring on her left hand. She finished registration into the dorm building, the night care taker locks the door for the evening. She hovers watching the key click in the lock by the persons hand.

"Have a good evening. Light a candle if the tree keeps bothering you." She took one out, a tea light size. The night man nods softly, "I believe you. I hate the long evenings too." She pulls a paper over and makes a list of the ingredients in that tea light, "If anyone asks, that's what's in it." Its a sea salt scented candle. There is plenty of the students that unnerving the staff like the night door man. Always being controversial or contradictory in statements to the grounds staff. Working in a supernatural hot pot is hard. Its small things like thus candle that goes a long way.

"Sleep well and thank you for the candle." She shares that soft nod and goes further into the dorm corridor. She shifted her backpack to her other shoulder as she opens the second set of doors, she waves softly back to the man that sighed. His relief was clear to tell and he does appreciate the candles. She closes the door behind, peering the corridors and hearing a lot of movement.

The boy dorm seems louder this evening, a lot of singing too. She shook in finding it funny, advert jingles and TV intro songs. She opens the girls dorm door, it's noisie too. But there was actually synchronisation music players and wired speakers. Everyone had one at their door, playing soft shuffle of music. Some folks were even singing along the songs. Passing one of the rooms was entire choir of girls practicing. She hovers at a poster tacked on several walls, talent show. Singing and dancing only. She snickered to herself and moves on. Passed her neighbours, one was already sick of the music. The other was free styling it out, muffled by the close door.

There is no speaker at her door, the only one. She pause with the odd thread tied to the handle, she nearly missed it too. She knows this trick, the indicate to tell another student that someone entered that room. The other end will be connected to a bell or a bead in a can. When the handle is moved, the thread will ring the bell on some other end. She seen how to disable this trap too. She tapes further up and off the door. She cuts the thread off the door and is able to open it without alerting. She makes last checks for other methods like lead at the hinge or more string. She steps through her door now, ignoring the many annoying illusions that her bullies up. She gently closes the door, glaring in pause of why her room is full of visitors that aren't even lizards.

She wants to ignore them but there are some folks you shouldn't ignore. At least without good reasons, and now that she was gifted by the god of death and goddess of life. Anything was just going to be a invalid excuse.

"You are expected to preform at the talents auditions." Her eldest brother in his spirit form stands demanding command as per normal. She ignores him.

"Lord and Lady. Rare to see you both not bickering about laws as normal." She pushed another sibiling aside thar wad about to be in her face for something, "Was my work in the court room to your approval."

"It wad beyond both our expectations. I can at least agree with him that the results for those souls were satisfactory. Its the issue of you witnesses. They seem petrified. Who knew a little girl was able to send people outside the universe without breaking boundaries or needing permission." She turned silent as there was induction that wasn't acraute and the tome was getting fuss.

"Don't use those words." She warns, "You must never assume things. Even gods are not exactly immune to the sensitive secrets of the universe." She makes quick work of pushing her sibilings into a formal line and gesturing at them about having invisible guests. She makes quick work of removing a curse that was being made on her desk and slaps the maker across the face for it. Standing her ground mutely with dealing with living humans and gods on the same room. Her words to the gods had similar meanings to the sibilings.

"In this odd situation, you happen to be the wise elder for us. We wish to ask you opinions of what exactly to do about the souls whom are due to drop in soon." Death waves his hand in trying to pick suitable English wording. Trying to mirror her language use, all in preventing the tome eating them.

"The Lord of death isn't the only person. worried about these souls that will be falling on us. The many god eaters have been actively clearing the drop way from having any accidental pull ins. Even the goddess of nature and the marine ocean lords are scared of what wildlife will come from this other universe. The detriment of impact can case poor scaling to the fishing industries around the world." Loki was heard not only by both gods. Importantly her sibilings had suddenly turned pale at just what sort of mass event was she planning.

"We hope in long term observations and that cataloguing of several lengths of human lifetimes. Not a creature is missed. Even the cursed objects and the blob was counted." She snarls back, yet it was stress that she acted out this way. She had even made the book form itself and it cowards slightly and her ranting, "19 gods with triple soul names. Thier choosen followers that are human living people. A mass population of 98 on a single island. 29 species of unrecognised plant life. 3 new species of flying types. 94... 102 spices of marine fish and aquatic plants. Half of those already exists here in this universe. The one single cursed machine man in one underwater live pod, beyond recovery and no way to replica powering it." She pulled one sibiling that was about to interrupt her, "The living blob bacterium is a single cell orignisim with the mutation that did cause the collapse of three universes."

"Not a person missed." Death was impressed.

"Well there is." She let's the sibiling go after being licked. She wipes off on thier clothing and moves to lean at her desk. Final some level of contorl in this room, "Curiosity staying there. His become quiet the treasure to that universe. All I can do is respect wishes and continue waiting. I have accepted that I could always just steal the god from there to come to this universe. But the keeper there is a sensitive soul. If you want someone to be ever a fear for God's to tremble. He is the sole owner of such title in the multiverse. The man is a walking nightmare, even among the land of his living humans."

"So why this universe?" Life posed at asking.

"A clean slate with a gamble. Maybe this place might collapse on itself with the conversion of how the use in elemental enforcement works..." She brushed her hands together and then open them fast and wide, arching lightening between her hands, "Or because this universe has so many unwritten laws, we can create a conductor to allow magic like abilities to exist." She made her sibilings blink at wonder. She open a draw from her desk and brought out a jar of dust, "The laws in place now are stable and this early can allow munpitlation of time within the living land to stabilize in to a steady pattern that you spirit folks can align to follow eventually. We not exactly rewritten science, you still need components to enact magic casting. Energy is not being created or destroyed." She pinched the amount of dust to replace what is used in this room. She closed the jar and puts it away, "We'll even be taking on experts whom can handle teaching us to use these elements correctly. Those 19 gods and the followers are all dieties of such magic aspects. They will not gover any more control over you. They come from a universe that has a god debate hall and a way to many enforcement of god courts. This place will actively restrict the amount of worshippers, I mean..." She laughed and mutters softly, "This is a closed soul system universe. There aren't any new formed souls being made here in this universe. Just about everything is a recycled something." The book hit her hand for that but the two gods knew this already. Its thier duty to know that. It why the import of souls was such a stressed and critical thing to worry about.

"So can we have access to the books of souls?" Death asks.

"For as much as we wish we do. We have to wait for the delivery. Not only will this island just sort of appear out of no where and shock the rest of the living realm. Throw every nations government into possible world war three. Threaten nuking this place into fallout dust again like the cold War." She clearly stressed about it. hands buried in hair or half covering her face, "There will be a entire level of hell installed too. Bring about a whole department of clothus and damned cursed souls. The place already has a reputation, nicknamed the occultism corner. All the extememist of religions will condemn the little corner as blame for satanic rise."

"And Sigil already has a tab on it." Life was exploring this information with the menu system this universe has to offer, "Our little girl is a impressive hard worker bee. We can't exactly fault the girl for anything that isn't her contorl. Clearly the being she's managed to trade this island of mages is a scary man. He has already manipulated my access to check me."

"Sensitive guy. Really nice. His great at having a cup tea with. If you had any questions about how to best butcher god slayer for a cure. Yeah... very nice guy."

"Butchering a what?" Her sibilings asked.

"We god eaters come in three varieties. The crimson souls are humanoids. I slightly above average god eater. Then you have the feral folks which we call God slayers. Twilight is mother of God slayers and trains us to being talktive or witty." Loki scratched his head with a foot while saying this. He shook proud of explain it well. His preaching of the human living English has been improving.

"Anyways." She flutters her left hand about, "The book to company the island is currently in disconnection as is the clothus chapter. I have nine pages of tainted spirit souls currently in the same bundle. I know that Curiosity hired them to help him. He looking after the tome segments and the names written into them. If he screws up, I am going to behead the man and rip some guts out."

"Such trust." life ponders.

"Its more like a certainty that she is relying on having to do when he does return." Death corrected, "She knows his already screwed up something." Death points out to life, "They are soul bound as a working pair undertakers. It's just the measure of distances is measured in cosmic blocking boundaries."

"I didn't even notice that." Life smirks at finding something new to toy her with, "We will just have to trust these two are making use of our gifts wisely." The two god leave at pleasure. She now was able to collapse at the floor finally being allow to react normally. Her sibilings reflecting on the severity of her business turned to each other.

"Does it never accure to you that we can help?" Her eldest sibiling lowered to her eye level, expecting to be seen as some hero.

"Your a bunch of crused souls with little power in the afterlife department." She pushed him away, "Not even Mr and Mrs wings have authority over gods. You do not ignore the gods of life and death if you were bound in contact with them." She stings quiet a awfully painful truth, "If I wanted your help. I would have sold my soul to the family and cut off ties with my mother. Because that's what your side demands of me. None of you exactly care about the precarious situation my mother lives through day to day. My cousin. My aunt. You don't even bother asking me about my mother's father health. A man that will be surgery again. The second time his hip will be replaced. No one care to help cover the cost of it. You don't care about them. Your family doesn't even provide lunch money for me. I have no money to spend on fancy gadgets. I don't even own a nice phone or have a speaker or computer of my own." She looks at them, "Yet you complained about getting a tape player for your birthday?" She was attacking the youngest here, no longer her.

"We pay for your rent of this room and your exams." She blinks at them and it was the turn of someone among them.

"No we don't. This room is a once off payment. The school gives math and English free because its a state national requirement. The extra lesson she attends are paid by the school. Any classes she attended that aren't anything else will come out of her mother side pocket." The Seers aren't even loosing money to afford keeping her. As washed hands as possible. Exploting her mother side for money that no one has. Most of the older set knew this already, they don't need to worry about her inheriting anything worth while. The younger set mislead and pick on her when they don't have to.

"We must be paying out something. Doesn't she get extra tutoring for her dyslexic stuff?" Grasping for excuse to continue playing her.

"Not even that. Get out." She stand up and throws her hands. Enacting force that does literally throw all these unwelcome sibilings out of her room. Her door opens and crashing the wall outside was them landing in a heap. She stands at her door as her neighbours paused music and came to watch this commotion, "You shouldn't enforce me to be your standard when you don't even treat me as one of you. I was never once part of the family. Clearly you will never be my family. A bunch of strangers that think you have something to black mail me with." She shout at them, "Wake up folks. You go ask our father what his problem is. No go ask your mothers. See what they say, they walk all over him like a door mat anyway."

They help each other to stand up and she slams the door closed. Sick of having this same arguement time and time again. They keep forgetting that she not exactly one of them. She not brought up with the manners they dealt with.

They assume that they had the harder life with being forced to be puppets for the spirit members of the family. Its just moments like this that they could reflect that just maybe being able to afford that roof above their head was something they are ungrateful for. The many Christmas gifts and birthdays spent on going to fancy restaurants or gifts with big money price tags. Dinner meals where family was planning to murder each other like its big joke. Pay off the police to cover up the deaths that did happen in the outcome. Its not like they stress about loosing thier house to the flood or tornados. Having nothing to rebuild a life from. Different worlds that refuse to see.

"She was not wrong to point out the obvious. We all knew it the moment she moved to basically the closet of this hallway. It doesn't even have a bathroom attached." her neighbour that hates music was throwing into the arguement, "I seen her struggling to complete the same amount of homework we do. Yet she still manages to persevere it, even if her grades she expects is lower then your families expectations. You don't exactly celebrate her getting a passing grade, do you?"

"Not everyone is able to have straight A's." Another neighbour from futher down was taking this opportunity to pick on them got once. The rich kids that own the school finally having a taste of thier own dishes they serve to everyone else here. This school is a sort of last resort for failing students with families barely able to afford the annual fees. The way the school does teaching had been the only reason why such types of student preform better then other places. Otherwise this boarding school is just the same sort of prison system as those state schools are. Packed with wolves and social hierarchy.

"Rich snots." Other girls playing dirty. There is plenty of broken hearts here, girls that were once promised future wives thrown aside because the rich family said so. This corridor glares at the Seers taking leave, glad to see them away for now. The music goes back on but not many are in a singing mood.