Ovest

The Ovest Academy has just got finished with its' second to last class for the day, it was growing dark outside of the place and the students were all gathering in the halls, passing through to the other classes or to get their things from their dorms before heading back to class.

Gabriel wandered the halls, tugging at his vest; trying to straighten it, seems like. His other hand was grasped around his backpack strap and he had his gaze fixed on the floor rather than anything else. He heard some students telling stories and decided to stop and listen for a moment, and he was going to pass them afterwards, but got distracted by what they were saying a little more than he thought he would.

"I heard that there was a rumor passed on by prefect to prefect, student to student, that long ago there was a murder at this place!" One of the students exclaimed. Oh boy, rumors, those were hardly ever a good sign. "People say, if your hands are cold, it's a ghost holding them! Scary, right?!" One of the other students said. Out of the pile of students blocking one part of the hallway, squeaked; "My...My feet were cold yesterday night!" He said, fright covering his voice like a thick blanket.

Gabriel sighed, good god... Really? Ghost rumors? Those were pathetic. He didn't believe in anything paranormal or supernatural, after being told stupid ghost stories by his mother when he was little. There was no such thing as ghosts, or vampires, or werewolves, or anything like that, because they just simply weren't real. It was all fictional, fake, poppycock.

Lambert happy trudged through the people in the hallways, ready to go to the next class. His favorite class, mind you.

History.
Ah yes...

Lambert stopped, however, upon hearing the students talk about the murders and ghosts and all that... Ghosts? He wasn't afraid of any ghosts, haha... The ghosts shan't do nothing to him! Hahaha, yes! Lambert peered over the squeaky ones shoulder and the other one beside him. "You get cold if ghosts touch you, huh?" Lambert raised a fuzzy, dark-blonde brow, "If that's the case, I hope my arse gets cold."

Lambert winked with a smirk that was definitely uncalled for, especially since it seemed the squeaky one got startled by his sudden arrival and this only made it look even more on purpose of scaring the young man, rather than just simply being curious over the conversation.

Gabriel looked at Lambert and rolled his eyes, or his one eye, actually, since it was covered by a white eye patch. "What the hell." He said, his thicker-than-average british accent coating the tone of his voice. "Go get to History Class." Gabriel murmured, clearly not fond of the indecent joke that Lambert cracked. So immature, that blonde was!

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Lambert's lips pursed into an 'O' as Gabriel raised his voice at the blonde. "Oh, oh, sorry I didn't know I was bothering you," Lambert got through the pile of people again and went on his way, purring something like, "I wasn't joking." He winked again.

"I'll see you in the Blu Lounge soon, Gabgab. Have fun at your class~" Lambert waved and turned the corner, heading to the hallway where his class was located, giggling flamboyantly, as you do when turning a corner to a hallway for a class you need to arrive to.

Gabriel stared for a moment before waving and continuing his way to his own class, which was Culinary Class. His favorite, really. He liked making desserts and sweets, and then eating them afterwards...

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Later, that night... Lambert was walking through the dimly-lit hallways alone, holding his book tightly in his crossed arms. He was casual about it, like he wasn't in a eerie hallway late at night, he was nice and calm...

Lambert slowed to a stop, and turned around, confused.
Did...he hear something?

No, no... Guess not.
He then continued walking forward, when a door slammed behind him, making him whip around startled. "Who's there?" He called, his voice scratchy, but there was no reply. Lambert's heart thumpity-thumpity-thumped and he turned back around to continue walking, a lot faster than before, when a bunch of paintings and photos fell off the wall, some of the glass shattering in the picture frames.

Lambert let out a high-pitched scream and turned around to go the other way, but another painting fell off the wall there too, and he then turned back around and just ran for it, squealing, holding his book to his heart-thumping chest, heading back to the Blu Dorm...

Suddenly, he burst into the Blu Dorm, letting out incoherent, terrified babbling with his voice all squeaky and cracking. "G-G-G-G-Gabrielllll!" He cried, scared to death of whatever he had encountered back there. He slid to a stop and ran into the wall, and he didn't even seem to care at this point, he just held his hands and whole body into the wall, crying and squeaking.

Gabriel quickly looked up from his book and suddenly looked at Lambert, who was sniffling and sobbing against the wall of the Blu Dorm Lounge room. "What the bloody hell's wrong with you now?" Gabriel asked, sounding more annoyed rather than concerned like he probably should be. "Why are you squealing and crying?" He added, distastefully. After all, Lambert...did get upset over the tiniest things, like his hair.

Malachite sighed, and shook his head, trying to ignore both of them, quietly mumbling, "Never a moment of peace between the two of yous...". He was a relatively new transfer, a month after the start of the semester, and he already wanted to leave. He busied himself with his book, still eavesdropping in on the two and their bickering, shaking his head every time Lambert tried to squeak something out. “Try and take a deep breath, say something we can understand,” Malachite said, trying to help him calm down, maybe get a word in.

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Lambert wheezed as he looked at Gabriel and Malachite. He finally managed to squeak out, "T-There's a...There's a g-g-ghost in...in the academy-y-y-y-y!" He whimpered loudly, not straying away from the wall. "T-the rumors are t-r-r-uuuuueeee!" He closed his eyes tightly and hid his face against the wall, terrified.

"A ghost? Are you bloody kidding me?" Gabriel snapped, "There's no such thing as ghosts! Those idiots in the hall were just telling fake stories made to scare other idiots, like you." Gabriel put his book down in his lap.

"What made you think that anyway? Did you get your arse get cold like you wanted?" Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"No! It did not! I'm not joking now! It was serious!" Lambert hissed, "Paintings fell off the wall, picture frames... Doors opened and closed!" Lambert explained. "I'm telling you! This academy is haunted! Haunted!" Lambert said, tears pouring down his smooth, pale cheeks.

"I can't go to class tomorrow! I'm skipping class, I know I joked about skipping class yesterday, but this time I mean it! I don't want to get possessed or killed by a ghost or something!" Lambert shook his head, waving his hands around profusely.

"Oh give 'em a break Gabriel," Malachite said, standing up, tossing his book to the side and standing up, "he probably saw someting... just not a ghost."

"Just take a breath Lambert, you probably bumped into some of the paintings and knocked them down," Malachite tried to calm him down, just a little at least, and a ghost wouldn't possess you, there's really no point, it would probably possess someone like Gabriel?" He said, patting Lambert on the shoulder.

Gabriel looked at Malachite, "Oi! Why me?!" He seemed a bit offended. "Still, the point remains. Maybe Mal's right, maybe you just knocked into some of the stuff without realizing it. Please stop squealing..." Gabriel looked back down at his book, held it up and proceeded to continue reading it, ignoring Lambert.

Lambert nervously glanced at Malachite. "B-B-B-B-But-" He stuttered, tears of fright still easing down slowly.

"O-O-Okay-y..." He sniffled and rubbed away his tears. "But I'm still questioning skipping class!" He added, crossing his arms.

Malachite's face flushed, "Well, you're probably one of the smartest people here you know?" He said trying to explain it away, waving his hand to dismiss the statement.

"And I wouldn't skip over a sillu little ghost thats not even there," he smiled, "just relax for a bit," he said. "Maybe do some of your assignments?" He suggested

Lambert adjusted his coat and murmured something that sounded like an okay, but it wasn't quite clear. He slinked to his bed, plopped down and began digging through his backpack...

Gabriel stayed silent, as he did, continuing to read his book. "Well, as long as Lambert's done squawking like a bird, I'm content with just studying. Ghost or no ghost."