Alright, I'm going to make Devon a kind of lecturer? Like he doesn't teach a full class and has another day job, but occasionally he'll come and give a speech or lesson on developing and controlling their powers in the non-magic environment and how to use them against any enemies. Anyone in the Kast School can attend his lesson, even if they go to a public school normally, it can be kinda a free-lance class. 

Devon 

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Leaning back in my chair, I take a quick sip of coffee, my mind on something other than the lukewarm drink. Tracing my fingers over the laptop in front of me, I type out a few words before realizing I'd have to put my cup down if I wanted to type freely. Rolling my eyes, I clench my fist and concentrate for a moment, seeing after a second that the keys begin to etch themselves out. it's so much harder to control fancy, put-together steel and wires than wood and stone, but I still manage. And hey, it works. Stretching my mouth in a wide yawn, I glanced up at the clock on the wall to realize that it was almost time for my class to begin. Hastily setting my nearly-empty cup down, I straighten the tie around my neck (KAMTI has a very specific dress rule) and dart out of the door, heading for a lecturning hall. 

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Sorry for short post, gotta go! 

Cresseda~

I clap my hands sharply as I walk into the class I am teaching today. My heels clack sharply on the linoleum floor as I walk over to the desk from which I am to teach.

"Hello class. My name is Cresseda Dayton, but you may call me Ms. Dayton. Today we are to be learning about basic CPR. Does anyone know anything about this subject?" I straighten the papers on my desk and look up when I see that an older girl has raised her hand. "Yes Miss....?"

"Rivers. Alana Rivers." The girl, Alana, says.

"Well Miss Rivers, what do you know about CPR?" I ask and adjust my glasses.

"Well, isn't it like mouth to mouth and stuff?" She says, stumbling a bit over the words.

"Yes it is 'Like mouth to mouth and stuff' as you say. But it is a bit more than that. CPR is when-" I cut off abruptly as someone stumbles into the room.

"I'm looking.... for Cresseda Dayton..." He gasps out between pants,

"I'm here, what do you need me for?"

"Medical.... emergency..."

"Well class, it appears we won't get to finish our lessen today. My talents are neede elsewhere." I clack out of the class room as the students watch with worried expressions on their faces. "What happened?" i ask as we walk towards the front of the building.

"The half-clan was careless and got hit by a car. Wasn't paying attention to his surroundings."

"Oh. Well, a patient's a patient, if you ask me." I let my thought's wander as we walk out of the building and get into one of the school's staff cars. I don't drive so he does it for me. I've met that half-clan kid before and there's not much that would have caused him to be so distracted. I wonder what happened.

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Sorry if the beggining was a bit dull. I didn't really know what to do, so I made something big happen. I can't write normal days, there has to be some excitement.

Marshall~ 

Mondays are my favorite days, despite being universally hated by everyone except me. Why? Firstly, because it's take-out night at my house, and secondly, because it's one of the days I get to help out at the greenhouse.

My last class of the day seemed to go even slower than usual. As I walked out of the school and down the block, I noticed people crowding around something in the road. I shrugged it off. My school and home are right on the borderline between Kast and Uvete 'territory', and lately, tensions have been higher than ever. I suspected something was going on that us non-magic folk didn't know about. I just wish they would learn to get along.

The greenhouse was a good 13 blocks south, and by the time I got there, I was panting. I'd've killed to be a wind or water witch at that moment. Inside the gigantic greenhouse, it was even hotter, though, so I rolled up the sleeves of my t-shirt and tryed in vain to pull up my joggers.

I was aware that I looked like an idiot, but I wasn't too concerned. The people here were too busy with their flora to notice. A middle age woman who'd been tending to a section of orange trees lifted up her large gardening hat and smiled at me. "Hello, Marsh!" She called.

Mrs. Lam was a witch who had emigrated from Vietnam to Chicago about 10 years prior. Her magic wasn't as strong as some of the other witches who'd lived here there whole life, but she had determined streak that made her one of the most important people in charge of the greenhouse. I waved. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Lam! What do you want me to do today?"

She pointed at a rack of spinach. "I need you to plant those, and after that, you can inspect the bell pepper for pests." I turned. "Oh, and Marsh?" Mrs. Lam continued. "You can take some spider plant babies if you like. We need to get rid of a few of them before it kills the mama."

I grinned. "Thanks, Mrs. Lam!" Free plants, yes! Even better than finding an unopened package of skittles. I began to plant the spinach, still sweating like a snowman in a sauna. I knew I had homework to do, and a lot of things I could be stressing out about already, but went in the greenhouse, I left my world behind.

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So, Marshall helps out at a Uvete greenhouse. Plants witches- Sadie, Charley- if you want to be someone who knows Marsh, you can. It's just an idea.  

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~Pierre

Chicago resonates. It pulses with energy as I make my way towards.... Alright, I have no idea where I'm going. My Mom, a Kast, basically forced me to go (gosh Mom, I'm 16 now). Usually, I'd never have a chance of even getting close to a place like that. But turns out, one of my REAL friends got me a spot before he moved away. Told them I'm half-blood or something. So now I'm heading towards a school full of people who hate me, where I have to survive at least 1 year. No problem. A car suddenly honks at me, and I break out of my thoughts (I know I'm young to drive, but I somehow passed the test really quickly. I think it had something to do with the world slowing just enough to let me swerve everytime I was about to crash). I realize I've almost stopped in the middle of the road, and start up again. In front of me is a massive building. I somehow find a name for it. Kast Academy for Magically Talented Individuals. Even the name sounds impressive. Would I count as "Magically Talented"? I have to stop myself from laughing. Talented is a nice word, but definitely not one to describe me. 

Alright, I'm not really sure how to describe the classes. What are a few that people usually take?

Ugh, I was working on my post and my STUPID computer just HAD to restart. :P @Admins, is there a way to make a pop-up that asks you if you want to close the page if you're still working on a post?

Not that I know of. I'm sorry.

Admin

Charly~

I gently extract the the little Cock’s Comb from its pot, mumbling, “Come on, baby, up you go…” I can feel its discomfort, a sudden pinch of pain as I accidentally snap one of the delicate roots. “Sorry, sorry…” I cradle its root ball in my hands for a moment, then place it in the hole I had ready. “There you go, baby. Here you are…” I pat dirt around it and look around for my watering can. I spot it being carried away by a familiar figure with his pants rolled up to his knees. I catch up to him before he goes back inside the greenhouse.

“Marsh! Give that back, you thief!” I laugh, hugging him around the shoulders. He turns to me, grinning.

“Oh, hey, Shorty. Whatcha doing?” He asks, teasing me because although I’m older, he’s much taller.

“Trying to plant some Cock’s Comb, but I need my watering can,” I say, tugging it back from him. He sighs dramatically.

“Fine, fine, take your stinking watering can. I shall have to do without.” I watch him walk back into the greenhouse, pausing to snag a watering can left by the door. Then I turn back to my Cock’s Combs, water them and then just sit with them knees in the sun warmed earth, gently touching their leaves and talking to them. I stop when they begin leaning towards me. Plants do that. Some of the more attached ones even wilt if I don’t greet them specifically. “Don’t do that, babies. Grow towards the sun, not me.” I nudge them upright then stand and wander along the well worn path to the greenhouse. My progress is slower than Marsh’s because I stop often to stroke a stunted tomato plant, or kiss a perfect bloom.

Inside the greenhouse, the air is warm and humid. I immediately spot Marsh standing removing baby Spider plants from an adult (which is a particularly large one I named Cristy). I watch him clip another little plant, see it fall is into his outstretched hand and then tumble to the ground. I scoop it up and instantly regret it when I share the sharp pain it’s feeling.

“Thanks,” he says, holding out his hand. I quickly drop it in, relieved. I’m supposed to be able to control how much of a plant’s emotion I feel, but sometimes it startles me and I forget. I flex my fingers and twirl my wrist, trying to get rid of the hurt. “Are you ok?” He asks me, eyebrows furrowed. I nod.

“Yeah, you just hurt us a little. It. You hurt it.”

“Sorry. But I couldn’t have known it would hurt you. Plants do have feelings?” His apology is somewhat ruined by his self righteousness, but that’s just how Marsh is. It's how he's always been.

“Yeah, they do. Nothing as complex as you or I feel, just simple emotions. Pain. Thirst. Contentment. At least, small plants do. Big plants that live for a long time, like azaleas or trees, can feel almost every emotion that we can, but on a different level. Trees can feel love, but it’s like a mix of recognition and contentment. They can feel sadness, which is similar to pain, but in no particular spot,” I pause, then remark, “Sorry. You didn’t ask for a lecture.” He shrugs.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s kinda cool, actually,” he picks up one of the little plants, “Can you-” He’s cut off by my phone, which starts its blaring alarm. “Shoot! I’ve got to go!” I call, hopping up and heading for the door.

“Why? School’s over, dummy!” he calls as I grab my Deathly Hallows messenger bag and sling it over my shoulder.

“Extra art class! I’m gonna be late, see ya!” I call as I rush out the door, dirt still smearing my knees and school uniform. It’s a pottery class at a local art studio that I do not want to miss. I can explain to Marsh later.

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@Bluebirdy, can you tell me if the Uvete uniform looks like the Kast one? I'm drawing a picture of Charly running to her class and I want to make the uniform look good. I'm really proud of the drawing so far, and I'll post when I've finished.

~Jack

I walk down the hallway.  3 years at this school and I still can't figure out how to get to the courtyard.

I wander to the huge doors that HAVE to be the entrance to the courtyard.  I shove them open, and then check my watch.  9:55!?!?  I'm really, REALLY late.  I sprint through the courtyard, waving to random students I know, skittering to a stop in front of the PE teacher.  

"I-i'm sorry, Mr. P., I-i got lost in the hall during passing period," I gasp.

"Well, I don't care how lost you got, you're partner is Selene.  Dueling today," He says.