[stitchedtogether-ragdoll]

Thanks for always being there. Merry Christmas.

@headmistress-clara

[headmistress-clara]

The Storm Rages On || Self-Para

When: January 6th, 4:15pm

Where: Headmistress Quinn’s office

Notes: The end of the snowstorm. 

The storm continued to rage outside, growing worse by the moment to the point the headmistress’ window rattled violently. The woman shivered as she sat there with her cauldron, mixing in the necessary ingredients she could to break the effects of the potion. Luckily, the ancient potion she was brewing was strong enough to gradually raise the temperature back to its normal climate. The woman had to work quickly as the mercury on the thermometer nearby continued to drop by the minute and her hands began to violently tremble of the cold as the power had gone out just minutes ago. 

After spending countless hours of researching, of her skepticism, she was right about this potion and the fact that she was able to reverse it made her all the more nervous as the fate of the town now lied upon her. Taking a deep breath she added the pinch of dragon’s fire and pixie dust and hit the deck as the potion continued to bubble and suddenly, the explosion of sunlight emerged from the cauldron and the snow turned into rain, melting everything in its path. 

Carefully emerging from the desk, she took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from her brow. It was going to be messy clean up with the flooding that was sure to come but she’d rather deal with a flood rather than deal with snow and ice. The lights slowly began to flicker back on and she rested her head and her hands and whispered, “Thank the stars.” 

[headmistress-clara]

bonjourmadelinee‌:

Raising her brow she looked towards her. “I mean are people really complaining about the winter wonderland?” She asked with a small laugh. “I just figured this was some wild climate thing, non? Is there something more to it?” 

“Only some people, but it is concerning considering this goes against Southern California’s usual climate,” Clara pointed out with a nervous grin. “There...could be something more to it, but it’s all still under investigation for the time being, but for now, I’d recommend enjoying the snow for however long it lasts.” 

[headmistress-clara]

flyingjaneporter‌:

“Clara darling,” Jane cooed, her head tilted slightly. “Don’t worry to much about it,” she said through clattering teeth, “We’ll be alright. A bit of ice never hurt anyone.” She paused. “Well, never hurt anyone from here, that I can remember.”

The woman sighed, shaking her head, “I know, I know. But, there’s just something that isn’t right about this storm. Aside the obvious.” Clara looked over at Jane worriedly, “Jane, you’re shivering! Can I at least get you a blanket and some tea to warm you up?”

[headmistress-clara]

judyy-hopps‌:

“Some leads and traces? Do you think it really could have came from the hands of someone? I mean.. you gotta really love winter to wish this wonderland on someone.” She laughed a bit before clearing her throat. “I’m sure we’re going to get down to the cause of this.” She nodded wiggling her nose a bit. “But if you could.. share a few of those traces.. and leads.” 

Clara immediately shook her head, “Nonono! That’s been the common misconception of the week, but there’s no essence of a person behind it. This is purely magic powered. Although the person who created the potion, however, must really miss their cold climate.” She sighed, shaking her head with a chuckle. “That’s the hope,” She looked over at Judy, seeing how eager, bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed she was to solve the mysterious snow storm. “There’s more traces than there are leads, but follow me. I’ll show you the ‘scene of the crime’--I believe is how you all say it?” 

[headmistress-clara]

icequeen-elsa‌:

Elsa nodded, a feeling of relief washing over her at the woman’s words. “So… you know for sure that there’s no way it could have been me? Or my friend Jack? It’s just so strange waking up and having everything covered in snow, especially with what’s happened before with my… abilities.”

Clara nodded, looking over at Elsa with a sincere look. “Absolutely. It’s impossible because there would’ve been a trace of the essence from whom the magic had originated from. Neither you, nor Jack, nor any frost-powered person or frost fairy that I know could’ve done this.” She gave the woman a reassuring look, “Elsa, I understand seeing this and remembering how powerful your abilities are can be a bit unnerving, but, I do commend your bravery in dealing with these matters. This,” The woman paused to wave around them, “--is definitely a potion mishap, however.” 

[headmistress-clara]

letmebeyourwings-finch‌:

Cory rolled his eyes, she was the only person on campus that knew about his past. He was supposed to be able to talk to her but he tried to keep his tough guy act up. “I’ve been going to most of them, and the grades aren’t in danger of me failing or anything.” He owed her a lot, he probably wouldn’t be around if she hadn’t stepped into his life.

Clara raised an eyebrow at Cory’s demeanor for a moment, but decided not to question it, for the time being. “You should be going to all of them, even if your grades aren’t in danger,” She responded pointedly before sighing. “Cory, we’ve talked about this. These classes aren’t just to bore you to death, they’re important for you to know and understand about your magical heritage.” 

[headmistress-clara]

the-g00b‌:

Goob shook his head, hands shoving deep into his pockets. “No. I mean I push myself a little but you have to if you’re ever going to be better.” He stated with a small shrug. 

“Absolutely, you do want to push yourself to be better but you also have to be gentle with yourself. Otherwise you won’t be able to enjoy your successes,” Clara pointed out gently.

[cartographer-linguist-plumber]

Gingerbread Houses | Open

[headmistress-clara]

cartographer-linguist-plumber‌:

“Need a break from finals? Open baking day at my place. All are welcome–bring stuff for your own creations or just come and help eat all this. 1519 6th St., Apt 319. Ring the apartment and I’ll buzz you in.  -Milo”

Stepping back to survey his handiwork, Milo nodded. With the note posted to his office door and the school’s events board, Milo headed home to start baking.

Bread loaves were proofing on the dining room table beside a cooling rack stacked with festively shaped gingerbread. The scent of cinnamon and banana bread filled the air as Milo stooped to check on the loaves inside the oven. Excessive? Maybe. But college students and high schoolers never complained when there was extra treats that needed eaten.

Slowly straightening, Milo wiped his hands on the tail of his apron. The acoustic Christmas music playlist his Spotify was running through had turned a bit melancholy, but it fit his mood well. It had been many years since his parents’ accident and a few less since his grandfather had passed away, but he was beginning to realize that it never got that much easier to handle. Idly, his fingers traced over the compass design he’d gotten tattooed on his forearm in remembrance, the lower arc of which was just visible below his neatly rolled sleeve. 

Before his thoughts drifted much further, a buzz interrupted them. Apparently his notes had inspired someone to join him. Either that, or his Amazon package was faster than expected. He reached for the intercom button, unlocking the door and speaking to whomever was ringing the buzzer,

“C’mon in. The door’s open up here,” He released the button and turned towards his living room, “Alexa, play Merry and Bright.”

Clara was delighted to see the professors being more proactive by helping students de-stress from exams by focusing their stress on baking. It was something she did when she was under an immense amount of pressure as well and she had to admit, she’s had the itch to make some cookies for the last couple weeks. Taking the note, she kept note of where she’d be going for the afternoon. 

The woman went home to pick up her baking materials and hauled them all in her magical bag and made her journey to Milo’s apartment. Upon arriving, she could catch the sweet scents of cinnamon in the air, causing her nose to wrinkle ever so slightly in delight as she buzzed on the door. She wasn’t sure where his voice was coming from, but she shrugged, making her way up the steps  til she arrived and peeked her head through, “It smells awfully lovely in here!” 

[headmistress-clara]

“This whole situation’s a bit...taxing,” Clara responded as she huddled further into her coat. “We’ve been investigating the matter for nearly a week and we’ve managed to catch a faint trace of what’s happened but on the bright side the storm does seem to be lessening.” 

[headmistress-clara]

the-g00b‌:

Goob waved a hand. As much as he wanted  to have her their he knew she was busy. Most people were busy. Shrugging it off he nodded. “Yeah. I go to the batting cages at least three times a week to make sure we’re better next season.” 

Clara tilted her head in concern at the younger male for a moment, although delighted to hear about was practicing, she was worried that may he was overworking himself a bit. “And you’re not over-exerting yourself, I hope?” 

[headmistress-clara]

the-g00b‌:

Goob relaxed a little more and nodded. “Uh.. well the season is pretty much over till the spring. But I mean I keep busy at the cages. The season it’s self went all right. People just need to pay a little more attention is all..” 

Clara nodded in understanding, “Well, I’m glad that the season ended well. My apologies for not being able to go to the last game, but I hope training’s treating you well at least.” 

[headmistress-clara]

letmebeyourwings-finch‌:

He rolled his eyes at the use of his full name. “Headmistress.” He spoke curtly before sitting in the chair across from her desk. “Don’t be I just didn’t want another lecture about being punctual.”

“We can talk about punctuality later on,” Clara shook her head with a chuckle. “I just wanted to check in on you. See how you’ve been doing with your studies and whatnot. You haven’t been skipping class, have you?” 

[headmistress-clara]

“Cornelius,” Clara simply said as her eyes lifted from her laptop screen, ushering for the young man to enter her office. “You’re actually on time today, I’m impressed.” 

@letmebeyourwings-finch

[headmistress-clara]

the-g00b‌:

Good pullled the hood from his sweatshirt off rather quickly at the tap, but calmed when he saw who was trying to get his attention. “uh.. alright. Am I in trouble?” 

“No, no, absolutely not,” The blonde quickly shook her head. “I just wanted to check in on you, make sure everything’s going smoothly. How’s baseball going?--If it’s still in season.” 

[headmistress-clara]

“Michael,” Clara lightly tapped on Goob’s shoulder and motioned for him to follow her. “Come on, let’s take a walk for a moment.” 

@the-g00b

[headmistress-clara]

cocoxrivera‌:

Coco laughed as she watched people running through the campus dressed in costumes. Part of it was simply entertaining to see the takes on all the themes, the other part was how inspiring she got after seeing the costumes. She sat at a picnic table, sketching out a few ideas, completely oblivious to anyone around her.

Clara had changed out of her homecoming costume of the day, figuring between the many homecoming meetings she’d have to attend, she’d feel uncomfortable sitting in a heavy dress for too long. As she had a two hour break in-between meetings, she wandered around the campus, watching the students frolic around in their fancy costumes, delighted to stumble upon a friendly face. “Coco, it’s such a pleasure to see you here. Enjoying the view?” She chuckled.