Moon Wolf, what do you think about shipping Ky and Morrigan? I know originally I said that Morrigan wouldn't be shipped but I think that they'd get along well.

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–Morrigan–

The next day, I arrive at the bookstore early enough for the "before-work rush". Some people come in and buy academic books (Negative Numbers for Beginners, The Complete Book of Science, How to Write a Thesis) and then one of the regular patrons, Ky (?), comes in. 
"Do you have any books about local history?" he asks, coming straight to the front desk. "Specifically the history of stars?"
"Yes," I say. "Over there." I indicate with my typewriter-eraser pencil. Ky goes over to the books, and looks through them. He picks out two of them and brings them over.
"I'd like to buy these," he says.
I ring them up at the cash register and then he says,
"Have you ever heard of the Zeithran Star?"
I think through my memories. I've only ever once heard those words before, in an old song. I was seventeen and I'd snuck into a night restaurant to hear a band play. I wish you were here, and the Zeithran Star had followed you, and everything was well. That's what the singer had said.
"Once in a song," I say. "But no more."

Sure! I also think they'd get along well! 

_Ky_

I head to the bookstore to check out any information about the Zeithran Star, or whatever. I think back to when I was a child, glimpsing that beautiful star…it was so long ago and blurry that I'm half-convinced it's a dream. But who knows? It's not like I have much else to do other than my cafe work.

I go up to the front desk and ask, "Do you know any books about local history? Specifically the history of stars?" 

"Yes," the receptionist says. The tag on her shirt reads Morrigan. "Over there." She gestures to a shelf nearby.

I walk over to the shelf and scan it for any books of…shall I say, interest. I find one of them that reads, Stars of the City: Facts and Fantasy. It might be useful, so I take it out of the shelf. I spot another interesting title that reads, Great Mysteries: Stars. I take that one as well before going up to the front desk to buy them.

"I'd like to buy these," I say. She rings them up at the cash register. After a moment, I say a little hesitantly, "Have you ever heard of the Zeithran Star?"

She pauses for a moment, thinking. Then she says, "Once in a song. But no more."

That's not never, I think. "Okay. If you don't mind, could you tell me the song lyrics?"

Hello! I'm pretty new to Chatterbox and I was wondering, is it too late to join? It's all right if it is

Name: Ezra Griffin

Age: 16, nearing 17 

Gender/Pronouns: He/him

Personality: He's kind and friendly, but a little shy at first. He's loyal and protective of his friends and can get quite flustered when overwhelmed. Cool tempered typically and is pretty smart and adept at noticing things between people (unless it relates to him). He loves to read, and write books himself.

Appearance: Amber eyes, pretty, tanned complexion, longer hair in curtain bangs, well-kept, tall, always has a bit of a sad or nervous look on his face, tall, dark brown hair. 

Power/Ability (Magical): Necromancy

Strengths (non-magical, also optional): Smart, knowledgeable about vocabulary athletic, aerial arts, good at writing 

Weaknesses (optional): Forgetful, timid, reserved, and doesn’t think very highly of himself

House, house's location, and/or housemates: Lives with his hedgehog, Alastor, and housemates (if someone wants to be)

Shipping: Anyone, although, maybe later

Other: n/a

@Marin, it's not too late to join!

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~Dorrie~

"I think we should investigate Mr. Grebnesor," says Aventurine. "Go into the antechamber or whatever it's called."
"It's not that kind of day," I say. It's just before Ms. Rosen's class, and we're on the train.
"Well then," says Aventurine, "for me it is that kind of day." And of course, after Ms. Rosen's class, I follow Aventurine to Mr. Erlenmeyer's classroom. This is a very risky maneuver, but, perhaps because he doesn't have any papers to grade, Mr. Grebnesor is not there.
We go into the office off the classroom. It's been transformed since I last saw it: The papers are gone and the bulletin board is prisitine. I look around and find the "Casey Rosenberg" sign in the recycling, and there are cleaning products and a rag on the desk. That must be how Mr. G took away the writing on the board.
"Mr. G is hiding the evidence," says Aventurine.
"Shhh!" I say, too late. Some footsteps are coming. I pull Aventurine under the desk and crouch with her, pulling a paper shredder and the recycling bin in front of us.
"Mr. G?" asks the voice of Mx. Alberts, who is the Science Division Leader for City School. "Are you here? I want to discuss about the hiring." Mx. Alberts walks closer. Please please please do not look under the desk!!! I implore them.
"Casey Rosenberg," says Mx. Alberts, and then turns on their heels and walks away. I look at my watch, time ninety seconds, and then usher myself and Aventurine out of the desk. Aventurine puts the bins away.
"At least now they know," I say.
"True," says Aventurine. "We left the door open."
"Maybe Mx. Alberts did?" I ask hopefully, but that's a bit of a lie, because Mx. Alberts is always pristine and has cleaner clothes even than the principal.
We walk out and Aventurine closes the door, and I hope that things will take a turn for the better.

~Ezra~ 

(Newly Arrived) 

I get my schedule and wander around the school, trying to find my classroom. I walk up, past Mx. Alberts, muttering about someone called “Casey Rosenberg” and something about the science classroom. Why does their name sound… familiar?  I find myself near what I presume is the science classroom, where two people walk out a moment later. Well, that was an interesting coincidence. I walk up to them and ask, “Hey, odd question, do you know anyone named Casey Rosenberg?” They looked surprised, but exchanged a knowing look between them. 

What’s up with that name? And what do those two know about it?

~Dorrie~

"Why?" Aventurine asks, to perhaps both of the students standing by us.
"Um, I wanted to know something," says one of the students, Cass (?).
"No, it's OK," I tell her. "Mr. G isn't in his classroom."
"Should I tell him you were looking for him?" she says.
"No, please don't," I say a bit too nervously.
"Why?" they ask, giving me an eagle eye.
"We were looking to see if he had extra copies of a textbook," says Aventurine. "I lost mine, and to be honest Mr. G doesn't like it when I'm scatterbrained."
"Oh, OK," says Cass.
"Anyway, do you know a Casey Rosenberg?" Ezra asks. "I heard Mx. Alberts talking about someone with that name."
"I don't," I say. "Do you?"
"As it turns out," Ezra tells us, "I do. Casey Rosenberg is my neighbor, and he's always bringing in weird packages."
"Huh," says Aventurine. "Nice to see you." And then we leave.

~Ezra~

I internally groan. Gosh, that was so stupid of me. “Nevermind,” I say to Dorrie and Aventurine. “Sorry about that.” 

Also,  @Seadragon, should Ezra be new or has he been at the school for a while?

–Morrigan–

Someone has put a few more books into the donation box. I mark them with prices, scan them into the system, and put them on the shelves. The titles are Muffins for Beginners, despite the sign reading "We Have Enough Cookbooks" on the donation box; Traveling the Winding River, A History of the Blue Sea Salt Harvesters, and The Zeithran Star.
Wait. I pick up the last one and find myself wondering if I should hold it for Ky. I haven't taken his business card home; I put it in the compartment on my typewriter. 
Oh goodness. Is something happening between me and Ky? Who knows. I put the book on the shelf and go back to shelving books.