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[acciojellies-blog]

Softly you enter, and softly you will leave [Open]

Through what appeared to be mist, a stop step was heard. Slowly, Wizard emerged into the mansion in a new ghastly form. Though he wasn’t allowed to emerge in with the other ghosts, he saw what had happen. The confessions, the tears, the execution. It was a lot to take in. Wizard blinked his tired eyes before feeling a sharp chest pain.

A soft groan could be heard in the hallway as he floated toward the lounge room. He didn’t want to go back to the library anymore.

[acciojellies-blog]

The room was dark, and the air held a stiff, cold feeling. Wizard set the candles on the floor, five at each point of the star. A eerie symbol laid on the ground, drawn out exactly as the diagram of the book. He had no idea if this was gonna work, but it had to. He wasn’t sure why.

The pages began to glow as Wizard striked the match, lighting each candle. The floor’s emblem radiated an icy blue as Wizard began whispering a phrase that has long since died away.  The light grew brighter, and brighter with each phrase, until it consumed the room. He quickly pulled his arm over his eyes, speaking louder and louder each phrase we went on to. And when his speaking stopped, the light faded back into a bright glow. Wizard reluctantly lowered his arm, as to see the results. Now begged the question on if he was successful or not.

[acciojellies-blog]

Wizard left the courtroom immediately after the execution. It was hard to feel anything... everything was numb around him, and his hands were shaking a bit. It didn’t matter anyways at this point, really. Someone got killed, someone got execution, and then the pity party. Rinse and repeat.

Wizard left to go to the library, finding reading material for himself. It was a long week again, and he might as well lock himself in his room. Alone. It was cold in there, but it was quiet. He began walking.

[acciojellies-blog]

Wizard came out of his room, head bloody and arm still burnt. He’d been out cold the entire night, best night of sleep he’s had. “Looks like someone’s out of a room for the night...” he muttered under his breath. Admittedly, his actions were idiotic that night, but neither of them were in the right, really.

Wizard dragged his feet out the door, going to the kitchen. His head was pounding, maybe a nice drink would lighten it up.

[acciojellies-blog]

Wizard hadn’t said much since he was practically pushed out of the infirmary. It didn’t matter at his point, he could practically feel his hope dwindle and dwindle. Who cares if they made it out at this point? He wasn’t gonna play hero for anyone, especially himself. It was time to face the reality of the situation.

Wizard went to his room, grabbed a bed sheet, and tied it around his waist. It was certainly a strange get-up, all he had on was his robe, his boots, and a bed sheet. Maybe he’d ought to invest in better fashion. He threw pretty much all of his magic-related items aside at the foot of his bed.

Wizard finally stepped out of his room, grudging down the hallway, feeling cold again. He headed for the stairs.

[redhaireddancer-blog]

Annabeth hummed, setting her bag down dear a chair in the clubhouse, moving to stretch. She tried to dance at least once a day, try and help keep any anxieties and frustrations away. It did help, though it was hard to remember. She was constantly running around the camp, exploring, but now it was just her and her pointe shoes. 

She smiled, putting her hair into a messy ponytail and adjusting her dance shorts and tugging lightly at her loose knit cover up, not caring that one shoulder fell as she sat to pull on her shoes.

Putting her music on, she began lightly, bending forward into a stretch, one leg lifting into the air behind her as she lowered her torso. She smiled, falling into the relaxing motions. She didn’t even hear the door open, she was so lost in her movements.

[fletchthomas-blog]

He had been deep in the woods most of the day staying away from basically anyone. He was practicing. He’d stayed in the woods with four bottles of water and some snacks as he practiced his voice. It sounded strange, at first, to hear anything escaping his lungs and vocal chords. Almost like it wasn’t really him speaking. The accent was rough and definitely not American as he’d maybe thought he’d sound having lived here for two years. He was pleasantly surprised. As the afternoon started to turn to evening he decided he should probably go back in and have an actual meal. He moved through the cafeteria slowly collecting a few things before finding a table to sit at. 

[jessianders-blog]

Jessica hummed, kissing Finn’s cheek as she left the mess hall, scooping up her sketch book and pencils from her cabin before heading to the woods, sprawling out in the grass. She smiled, sketching carefully. 

She jumped a few minutes later when she heard a twig snap. “Hello?” She looked up.