The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Olivia and Ita
When: Thursday Morning
Where: Olivia's office
What: Olivia meets with her first student charge.

Nervous. That was the one word that would describe Olivia in a nutshell right about now. Not only had she had a very strange night that had resulted in her wings being out which wasn't something that she typically adorned herself with, but she was meeting her very first student charge and, well, this was a girl that she knew nothing at all about. Or almost nothing.

She was an elemental. And like Olivia, she was a rare case. Most angel-spawn did not have wings and most elementals were not reproduced by natural means. But Olivia had wings and Ita was born, not made, and she had lost her family, something that Olivia could relate to to some extent. She still had her father, but she had never had her mother. And growing up that way had a huge impact on the way that a girl developed, or didn't, perhaps.

She was sitting at her desk, her back completely stiff, her foot tapping nervously upon the floor as her eyes darted to the clock over and over again, waiting for eleven am to approach. When she heard footsteps, she nearly tripped over her own feet to stand up, already at the door before the girl even had time to knock, a single knock sounding before the door was opened and Olivia was there, bright and shining and beaming as she ever was.

"You must be Ita!" She offered her an even more brilliant smile than the first had been. "Please, come in. Have a seat." She crossed over to her desk and then stopped and turned back around with an "Oh!". "I almost forgot to introduce myself." She explained. "Olivia Albright. But you may call me just Olivia if you would like or Professor Albright if you would prefer. Some people do prefer that."

Who: Xander and Ita
When: Sunday Morning after breakfast
Where: Common Room to start
Rating: PG for now.

( Reunions of old friends always are fun. )

Who: Ita and Fisher
Where: Ita's Room, to begin with
When: Afternoon
What: "Sibling" reunion

Everything was hectic, and everyone was milling about the school. It was like a madhouse. Well, it actually was a madhouse, but Fisher meant figuratively. Classes were beginning the next week and everyone was here there and everywhere, and not to mention all the uninvited guests in Fisher's room. It was overwhelming. So Fisher decided he needed a break, one that even James could not give him. Being around James was... well, not the same as a break. That in itself could be work.

As he walked down the hall, a few people nodded their heads at him politely. Some people just barely acknowledged him, making brief eye contact and going about their business. Some waved. Some said hello. Some ignored him completely. It was chilling to think that the friendliest people he saw in the hallways were also the ones who were dead.

He couldn't stop thinking. His brain was like a huge black cloud of emotion and turmoil, and it needed to stop. So what did you do when there were stormclouds overhead? You went in search of sunshine. And hopefully, that sunshine had peach pie.

So he wandered into the girls' dormitories, and he located Ita's bedroom and knocked. And when she opened the door, and he saw her, it dawned on him that she was his friend. An actual, living friend. And even though she hadn't been at the school when shit had gone down, she could have been. And she could be dead right now. But she wasn't, and she always looked happy and pleasant, and after everything that had happened recently, what with rehab and Halcyon and James and just the idea of a normal life, Fisher suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of gladness. And in a most uncharacteristic fashion, he threw his arms around Ita and hugged her tightly.

"Hey, you," he said simply.

Who: Ethiel and Ita
When: Monday, 9/10/07
Where: The clear water springs in the grounds
What: Ethiel's taking advantage of the cooler weather to take a dip.
Status: Unfinished

Ethiel hadn't wasted any time in diving right in at the springs near the facility. Having been tipped off by his new helpful, albeit moody, room mate he reasoned the only way that he could satisfy his lingering thirst was to actually submerge himself in the clear, fresh water and try and calm himself there. It wasn't hot today - just the right temperature for him. If it got over 65 sometimes he felt the heat a bit more than he really wanted, and being in a different climate than England he realised it'd probably reach other that temperature more often than not. Still, outside was better than inside, seeing as the pool had lots of chemicals that he could really do without.

The only thing Ethiel was wearing was his boxers as he swam. His shirt, jacket and shoes were abandoned at the bank of the water's edge. It felt good to do this, rolling underwater, even though he didn't really change his form this time. Hours on a dusty, dry plane then an hour in a car, then an hour trying to find his room... worries about his mother, concerns, nerves, panics... all washed away with a big splash.