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Isobel grinned "I have my room all to myself too. At least,this morning I did."

((Ooooh can I add one of my charies later too?))

"Oh don't worry about it. Hell hounds need to eat char oak so there flames don't go out.". Vincent said reassuringly, giving pride the last of the charcoal. "Well, we better do a flame check. Pride, speak!". The little dog burped up a little flame, small enough to light a candle. "Yep. You're fine.". Vincent pet the dog for a good job well done.

(Sure you guys can add as many characters as you want. )

Rae giggled and stood up from her seat to stretch a bit before the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. "Where do be head to next?" She asked while she dropped her trash into a trash bin.

"I think its art class. Lets hope that we don't get attacked again. And that the teacher won't be as crazy as the last one." Vincent said, leading the group out of the classroom.

Isobel got up and followed them. It seemed like their little group was getting bigger and bigger.

((Okay ^.^ She'll be in the art room.))

Unlike the group's second hour teacher, the art teacher was in her class early. A girl with red hair and purple eyes sat talking avidly with the teacher. The most striking thing about her were the cat ears and tail she had, the same color as her hair. She was dressed in a fluid skirt and blouse with a flute attached to her belt at the waist.

"Looks like someone is already here." Vincent saw the girl talking to the teacher. "Excuse me?" Vincent called to the girl and the teacher. "Are we early?".

(Tolora I'll let you take care of this teacher.)

"Oh, not at all dearie! I just spend most of my time in this classroom. The environment is much better in here, without all the students at each other's throats like out in the hall." She waved her hand, inviting the group to sit at the tables in the room. "I don't let fighting go on in here, it harms the creative flow."

Ceilibell nodded. "She's the only teacher that does so." She didn't seem to be grouped with anyone or have any weapons.

"Wow. I thought that the teachers here were all evil or something. I'm glad to know that there's at least one nice teacher here.".

The teacher smiled. "They've tried making me act like the other teachers, but you simply can't force a powerful witch to do your bidding." She winked at him and welcomed some of the other students coming in.

Ceilibell sat down at one of the tables.

"So what will we be doing in this class first, ma'am?" Rika asked curiously. She had always liked art but had never been good at making her own. Maybe she would actually be able to here.

"We'll be free-styling today, my dear." The teacher said with a twinkle in her eye. She clapped her hands and all sorts of art related tools came out, assorting themselves on tables or around the room. "I'd like to see the talents you all have. Go on! Test out whatever seems to catch your eye." And with that, she gave the students a freedom only art teachers could give. "For those of you who might like to know, my name is Miss Ferris." As she spoke, a piece of chalk wrote out her name in curly script on the chalkboard behind her.

Ceilibell grinned and immediately went to one of the easels, grabbing a palette of assorted paints and a paint brush on the way.

Isobel frowned, unsure of what to do. She doubted she could be very arty when she couldn't see. The teacher seemed to notice her hesitation and came closer. "What is it, dear?"

She blushed, suddenly feeling like she was the center of unwanted attention. "Well...I can't see, so I don't think I'll be able to do very well in this class." She felt disappointed, this seemed like the one class so far she'd really like.

The teacher surprised her though. "Nonsense! I believe I have just the thing!" She excitedly grabbed Isobel's hand and pulled her over to a pottery wheel. "It shall be very interesting to see what you create, using touch instead of sight." She explained how it worked and let Isobel have at.

Remembering his love of drawing and skill he obtained from the forced lessons he took from his father and began to paint. He put pride down in front of him and began to paint a likeness of him on the canvass.

Ceilibell looked over at his painting, interested. "You're pretty good." Her own painting was a fluid swath of greens browns and reds. It was unclear what the finished product would be.

"Thanks. My dad made me take lessons from Him when I was little." Vincent said, a little upset when he remembered his parents had died.

Ceilibell noticed he seemed a little upset when he talked about his father and changed the subject. "This school seems pretty crazy, huh? I wonder if anyone knew it was going to be like this before we started."

"I doubt it" Vincent said. "All I knew was I had been invited to this school. And it didn't seem like an odd school until I got here. But I did meet a lot of interesting people since I started here. We even formed a group!" Vincent realized he was as happy as a child on christmas day. "Are you part of a group yet?".

Ceilibell shook her head. "I haven't been part of group, but no one's really bothered me in the halls." She said with a devious smile.