forum Miss Possikelf's Academy for Magical Hybrids // One-On-One // CLOSED

Started December 28, 2019 by Deleted user

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“…Uh-huh. I heard that too.” Cliff turned back to the assembly, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. “God, this thing’s boring. Say the same old stuff every year.”

"Yeah, well. The new kids need to know it. If they get told now, they'll have no excuse when they muck up. And as you get older you want to push it more, so they remind everyone else. We just don't care."

Cliff gritted his teeth. God, when would this thing end? He drummed his fingers on the base of his horns, whistling a low, quiet tune as he did so.

After an hour, the assembly was finished. "First years, please stay behind for more information. Everyone else is dismissed."
"Fucking finally. What was that, an hour?"

“Christ on a cracker, I mean- I’ve seen animal births take less time.” Cliff snorted, thinking back to his time on the family ranch. “This’s ridiculous, but thank the lord we can go.” He stood, swiping a hand through his buzzed hair.

"What are you, Catholic? Why do you talk like a posh person?" Viv asked. I mean, I'm literally a princess and I don't talk like that. My grandma might but no one else in my family does.

Cliff froze, looking back at Viv with a confused expression plastered onto his face. “Posh? You ain’t never heard somebody say anythin’ like that before?” Cliff’s southern drawl was especially noticeable, now that he was a bit confused and maybe a little defensive. “How in the hell did you get the idea that I’m Catholic from any of what I just said?”

"Let's see…'Christ on a cracker' and 'thank the lord'. No one says that unless they're Catholic, or at least really Christian. And no, I'm not saying it because you're from the south. I can hear that in your accent."

“Viv, that’s not a rare saying.” Cliff pursed his lips. “M’damn grandma says it. Careful with those blanket statements, princess.” Cliff gave Viv a quick and cordial nod before walking out of the galleria, hands in his back pockets.

"It's rare where I'm from," Viv grumbled. Then she took a short intake of breath as Cliff walked away. Does he…no, he couldn't. There's no way he figured out it's me. It must just be a nickname.

Cliff left the assembly hall, weaving through the thick crowds. His hands stayed on his back pockets, although his elbows pressed against his sides to try and take up less space. He slipped into the hallway the led to his room, checking the time before he went in.

"VIV!" She heard yelled from the outside of the galleria. She recognised the voice as Elijah's, as she'd told him which one she was in. She pushed the curtains apart and then opened the door. Almost immediately, she was wrapped in a hug by her smaller brother.

Cliff sat on his bed, pulling out his sketchbook and beginning to draw. Nothing fancy, just basic landscape sketches from memory. He was hunched over the pages, pencil working quickly and quietly with the movements of his hand.

"Have you gone to your room yet, Elijah?" Viv asked.
"Well, no, not yet."
"Well you need to go now. Grandmother won't be happy if you keep getting in trouble this year. Go now."