Amelia, who's tie was rather loose and shirt was unbuttoned slightly to give off that bad girl punk look, and her brother Alexander, nest and well dressed compared to her, had spent a large amount of time wandering the school grounds. Amelia hand found her way to the nearest oak tree and sit below it. She had already had all her things in her dorm room, so she expected it to be cluttered with instroments and posters of various genres of musicians ranging from classical, to opera, to hard rock and heavy metal. She opens her hand, her palm up. Black smoke begins to circle around the center of her palm like a tornado before it began taking shape. It took the form of a few tiny people holding what looked to be doll sized instruments. Amelia chuckles and blew on them, the smoke clearing so they had more detail, looking like actual shrunken people. The people came to life, playing rock music. Amelia relaxed, listening to the music.
Alexander had found his way to a garden. He loosened his tie slightly and crouched down, picking up the camera slung over his neck. He raised it to his eye, focusing the lense on a flower a bee was currently pollenationg. He smiled and zoomed in on it, snapping a few pictures. He turned, looking at the building. He backed up and crouched down to get the best angel of the castle school. The sun was angled just behind the building, casting shadows. Alex smiles to himself and began snapping pictures of the castle only to hear nearby music. He looked to his left and spotted his sister in all her punk-like glory. He snapped pictures if her too, just to annoy her later.
