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Who: Miss Errona and Caibre...by presence
When: Early Monday morning
Where: House of Fire. Boys dormitory. Caibre's room
What: Never send a man to do a woman's job.

A Witch of Leecee's path was the most classic and misunderstood of Witches, in her own estimation. The essence of her magic called into question the very value of goods, the very value of one's own emotions. She did not reach into someone's mind to change something, she changed it so thoroughly it often seemed natural to the person for whom it was changed. In her saucepan she could boil affection, she knew the exact recipe for different kinds of love.

She, someday, with a quilt storing her power, might even be able to create brand new life of great power from the very universe itself. What was this God or the Bible but rumors of a great and powerful Witch? Let them spew great tentacles of fire or call forth waves. You could paddle a boat, you could dig a hole, and humans had figured out how to spew fire. But they barely understood the basic applications of her practices.

It, of course, had its downsides. Unlike many of the other races and magic-users, a person did not often fear a Witch face-to-face, especially if that Witch were empty-handed, unless you were a special case like her grandmother. But if you learned your craft, you found ways around this through a developed business acumen. Amongst the guards, Leecee had developed a few useful relationships. Sometime, like today, she might want to move around unseen --something that was beyond her own gifts. Yet, with just a simple request, she stepped aside to let a young man stride past her, his shorts slung unattractively low. She looked back again...on the other hand, this new style did have its benefits.

It was interesting the things she did when no one was looking. She stood in front of Caibre's door, unseen in these early hours by eye or physical sense. The house of Fire was not known for its spiritual sense, she knew. Not that she needed to explain herself to anyone, she figured, as she poured the mercurial and glowing contents of a tiny vial in front of Caibre's door as she twirled the tube clockwise and chanted soundlessly.

Just before contact with the stone floor it turned to smoke and, goaded by Leecee's voice and its own inherent purpose mixed into it, floated slowly into his room. She could not see inside, but she could imagine it creeping across the floor before forcing its heavy mist to rise in response to his breath. Three minutes of patient waiting and she turned her skeleton key in the doorknob. In her bag was one strong piece of double-knitted navy blue sheepswool, brown yarn, yellow embroidery thread made from a maiden's hair (it was rather unattractive, but useful), and a delicate pair of gleaming steel thread scissors that, when unscrewed,( became two very precise and discreet scalpels. )

Who: Miss Errona
When: Monday morning, quite early
Where: Her lair apartment
What: Serving up one hex, mild

It had been much, much too long. While the magic for which she mastered was not meant to be specifically used for revenge, it did have its specific uses. When you turned someone into a frog, or affected them in a physical way, it was easy to see what happened. Exposing someone's inner evil, making them live their nightmares, or changing them internally, subtlely and realistically was an entirely other matter. It was so much harder to remove. You could kiss a frog, or lance warts, but was there really a cure for Sadness? There was no easy solution to emotions, but it was a subtle and difficult art, making Witches like her sometimes specifically sought out.

What a pleasant surprise Anastasya's request had been. Yes, she'd be more than happy to assist her with a little hex. It was beneather her talents, but an Olympic ice skater did not refuse to put on his or her skates every morning, did they? It was to her requestor's benefit. Leecee had put some thought into this. The boy seemed to be a troublemaker, probably comfortable in his role as a man to take advantage of a poor girl's feminine concerns over appearance.

Perhaps he ought to know what it feels like. And on the way, cause a little more trouble. Changing people's attractions or sexuality, at least temporarily, was not very difficult at all. Child's play, really. Adding in a touch of Truth with a strong compulsion to tell it, along with a good dose of Grace and a few dashes of Vanity. Subtlety was the key. She would let his own ideas about who he had become propel him. Just as with the Quilt on her office wall, it was equally as important what someone believed as to what she was doing to them. Let the potion give him the gentle push down the snowy slope of his own creation. Who was to say that a 15 year old boy couldn't discover new...interests?
( a very important lesson for Jesse. )

When: After late afternoon classes
Where: Leecee’s room
Who: Leecee and Rozlyn

Rozlyn’s time was often divided between her classroom and her home. She didn’t venture around the school all that often unless it was to take Aidan outside for awhile or let him run around. There were a few people she kept in contact with but Rozlyn was the sort to always keep a busy schedule. Difficult to not have one with the little demon she had to care for. But today she’d made sure to have some time set aside to meet with Leecee in regards to the staff gathering coming up this weekend.

How successful it would be Rozlyn didn’t really know. Most spoke big games of showing and wanting to know everyone but when the time came more then a few always backed out. Some just couldn’t break out of that want to keep to themselves. Either way the plans would be made and people could come and go as they like really. Wasn’t any set thing really. Just a chance for everyone to run into each other in a way other then crossing path in the halls.

The watcher for the little demon today was Axel of course. He was just a bit on the extra hyper side lately. Likely it was the fact that Rozlyn wasn’t able to keep up with him as well anymore and it was becoming more and more apparent that her attention had been going to the soon to be bundle of joy. Aidan was a bit of an attention fiend. So he’d made sure to be extra loud and extra clingy. A little much for most sitters to handle really. Plus Aidan always loved spending time with his father, like having a big kid to play with.

There was no denying that part of why Rozlyn was so focused on the pregnancy was because she was nervous. Worried. All the words similar to those that would fit really. She knew that fretting over all of it would do nothing and she simply had need to avoid that stress. But that wasn’t always so easy for Rozlyn. Of course all those reasons were why Axel had convinced her to not find out what sex the child was on one of the few check ups that Rozlyn went to. The argument hadn’t exactly been pretty but Axel won it. He knew Rozlyn well enough to know that it was better to simply…try to keep her mind off of it.

Maybe that’s why she’d taken on responsibility of planning this get together. Gave her something to do.

With the little one amply distracted Rozlyn tugged on her coat, kissed the bigger demon goodbye, and left her room...not exactly having to go too far to find her way to Leecee's door. Probably a good thing really, Roz was a bit worn down lately but thats what happened when you weren't getting near enough sleep and were carrying a squirming kicking thing inside of you. Thankfully, so far, it wasn't beating on her nearly as bad as Aidan had.

Once to the door Rozlyn gave a loud enough knock, waiting for Leecee to answer.