The time since rising from that coffin on the first day of school had given Serenity a lot to think about. (For her to wake in a coffin, of all things... The irony felt intentional, as if fate itself was mocking her.) For a while, her mind was in somewhat of a daze, a miasma of confusion plaguing every thought. Only now was her mind gaining any semblance of clarity, though she was still plagued with pandora's boxes and disorienting dreams, questions she wasn't sure whether or not she should contemplate. Every morning, she would stare into her mirror and wonder. The body she was inhabiting was made of flesh and blood, and shared everything with Serenity Price, down to the placement of the smallest freckle. In some life running parallel to this one, this same flesh and blood was splattered on the concrete near her apartment building. Serenity is dead, and yet here was this girl with the same face, the same mind, the same memories, who had arisen from a coffin in a school for mages and now walked among them. Her existence here was an impossibility, in every way. She was called here for a reason, she knew this. She couldn't explain how she knew, but she could feel it written into her soul, carved into her bones. Regardless, there were grander forces at work here, and it seemed they wouldn't be done with her anytime soon. All she could do now was allow fate to guide her through this strange new world. What other choice did she have? She sighed, shaking the thoughts from her mind as she turned her attention back to the book sitting in front of her -- even if he couldn't take her head, she knew there would still be consequences if Riddle found her zoning out when she was supposed to be studying. Even if she could find all the answers, she wouldn't be able to do it in the middle of a Wednesday in the library. She was on babysitting duty for Grim -- given what a handful he was, she and Riley decided early on that they should take turns, to preserve what little remained of their sanity -- so of course she had to shush his whining every now and then. "Grim, we're in the library. Keep it down. If you get us in trouble, I'm not bailing you out." She glared harshly at the furball beside her. Even though he & Riley were the closest thing to an actual family she had in this world, dealing with Grim always caused stress she certainly didn't need. If she didn't know better, she would think he was actively trying to make the lives of everyone around him worse.
Though he could tell you the month and season, the days and weeks swirled into a melting pot of nothingness. The only reason Leona knew the date was because he had been counting down the days until they were finally let out for winter break. One would think that someone as lazy as him would be looking forward to it, but why? Why would he look forward to something he already does every day? If anything, he was dreading the trip home -- seeing his home, his family... It would always be a harsh reminder of everything he's always wanted but would never get, everything that made him this way in the first place. The family that lived by a hierarchy that cursed him from the moment of his birth, the home he'd never rule, all because he had the audacity to be born the second son... What did he have to look forward to about going home? What did he have to look forward to in this miserable life? Everyone bemoaned about how much he could do if he simply applied himself more, but what would the point be? Sure, he could put in the effort, but even that didn't guarantee anything. No matter how hard he worked to earn his place in the world, there would always be those who were handed it on a silver platter simply because it was their birthright. Fuck that. Life was a rigged carnival game, and he knew better than to waste precious resources trying to play by their rules. He frowned, pushing those thoughts from his mind before he could spiral further. Memories of his overblot were still fresh in his mind, after all, and in spite of it all he didn't actually have a death wish. He wasn't sure if it was fortunate or not, when he heard the nearby sound of a skateboard wheeling about the colloseum. It was right after school and the science club was at work in the greenhouse, so he had come here in hopes that he could get some peace in the bleachers. So much for that. Well, Ruggie should be arriving with his dinner any minute now, so he figured it wouldn't be long until someone woke him up anyway. Still, he also didn't care enough to make his presence known. "Oh, hey! You here skatin' again today? You really oughta teach me some moves one day!" A familiar voice greeted them. He sighed, finally rising from the floor he was sleeping on. "Oi, over here! You get everythin' I asked for?" He didn't acknowledge Riley's presence, knowing they'd probably bug him now that they knew he was here anyway. "'Course I did! Would I ever fail you?" It was true; even if he had to resort to some underhanded tactics, Ruggie always delivered precisely what was asked of him.
// sorry for responding to this first; i kinda came to the conclusion that i'm probably going to struggle to roleplay anything else until i've gotten this particular itch scratched. >.>;; i'll get to the bnha one asap! i'm a little behind on the anime so i'll probably have more of a desire to write for it once i'm caught up.