"This is so fucking dumb!" Pryce yelled, annoyance apparent in his whining voice.

Phoebe and Seth peered out of their rooms to see what the blue haired male was loudly complaining about as he paced through the hallway.

"What are you bitching about now?" Seth huffed.

"This stupid schedule that we have to send in for what classes we want to take." Pryce groaned as he blew a raspberry with his lips and shoved the pieces of paper towards Phoebe.

"You still haven't handed these in? C'mon Pryce, get it together." Phoebe sighed in disappointment as she looked at Pryce and then the papers to scan them.

Seth scoffed as he read what was on the papers by looking over Phoebe's shoulder, "Jeez Pryce, are you trying to flunk out? Not a single math or science, or really anything that'll get you the credits that you need to graduate. I handed mine in before the year ended."

"Same here." Phoebe added.

"Not my fault that they don't offer shit that'll actually interest me." Pryce grumbled, looking away from the two.

Phoebe gasped at Pryce looking aloof to the situation.

"You could always make up for it in some work experience; like volunteering somewhere or getting a job?" She suggested.

Pryce gave a halfhearted laugh, "Like Chandler would let me have a life, especially when we're the 'Godsents of the natural order' or whatever." He exclaimed, purposely being overdramatic.

Seth and Phoebe rolled their eyes at Pryce's antics.

"Yeah just add that to your resume, might look better with a 'knows how to fly' trait. I mean; you'll end up explaining the whole thing about having actual wings, but eh, could become a pilot." Seth joked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I'll have the grades for that." Pryce glared and snatched the papers from Phoebe's hands.

"Don't sell yourself short, Pryce." Phoebe attempted to reassure him.

"I mean he's already pretty short, so not much-" Seth was about to remark, but was cut off by Phoebe smacking him upside the head. "Ow!"

"Whatcha guys doing?" Ursa questioned as she skipped towards them.

"Just what your brother's classes should be in order for him to graduate." Seth answered.

"Oh you get to do that in high school?!" Ursa exclaimed, very intrigued.

"Senior High, gotta commit for the first three years before you get to make any real decisions that have any affect on your life." Pryce said dryly as he turned and stomped away from the group.

"Jeez, he's never gonna change. Saving everything for the last minute." Phoebe sighed.

"He's pretty good under pressure like that, I think." Ursa pointed out, "Big bro does better when he's got things to worry about."

"You've got a point there," Seth nodded, "I'm pretty sure he isn't the only one who's stressed about school coming up in pretty much a week."

"Ten days, nine hours, forty five minutes and thirty seconds." Phoebe muttered.

"My point exactly." Seth smirked.

"It's something to look forward to, so sue me." Phoebe psshed.

Seth rolled his eyes, "Yeah I guess that's what we've had to resort to for looking forward to things. Especially when Chandler is still being pissy about one for fun sparring practice. I bet that mission wasn't even that important, it was probably like getting a loaf of bread from the grocery store." 

"It was a week ago." Ursa pointed out.

Feeling a bit annoyed at both parties, Phoebe sighed and walked back into her bedroom. She made her way to the darkly stained oak wood desk that was beside her pastel sheeted bed. Phoebe grabbed her already opened to a blank page sketchbook and the red, shiny chrome coloured pencil case that held all of her different types of pencils, three erasers that she undoubtedly knew she would misplace, a small automatic sharpener and a blending tool. 

Turning on her heel, Phoebe then hurries through the mansion and outside, towards the gardens. Finding her particular spot, she sat down on the ground beside the white marble water fountain and used the ledge to put her sketchbook on. 

The sun's rays were no longer as intense as they were when summer had just began, and Phoebe felt relaxed as she took in the sunlight and heat.

It was the perfect afternoon to sketch, it must have been a sign.

With no particular design in mind, Phoebe began to move her lightest lead pencil up and down against the paper make a rough straight line for guidelines. 

She continued to make a light sketch for what she finally decided would be a Mandela design. Taking inspiration from the flower garden that she and Ursa had worked hard on in the spring and early summer. The pedals of the roses and lillies she studied for a few moments and alternated between intensely gazing at the flowers, then attempting to recreate and integrate the designs on her picture.

Sketching was an outlet for Phoebe, a way to distract herself from some grievances that her life threw at her. Whether it was because of Seth's smartass comments, Pryce being Pryce and feeling torn between sides of her family.

The sound of wings flapping from the distance, but was approaching and becoming louder. Phoebe didn't feel like she was endangered in anyway, since she recognized the sound being Pryce's wings. Soon enough, Pryce plopped himself on the edge of the fountain, but not before almost falling backwards into the water. After regaining his balance, he grinned widely at Phoebe and laughed at himself.

"That was graceful."

Phoebe giggled at his behaviour, "Yeah for you, it was."

Phoebe then set down her pencil and gave Pryce her undivided attention.

"So I'm guessing you got your schedule all figured out?" She prompted.

Pryce shrugged his shoulders, "Kinda, I'm just focusing on graduating at this point. That's what you and Seth are doing, right?"

Phoebe pursed her lips together and puffed out her cheeks to signify that wasn't the case and she felt awkward about the whole thing.

"Well... I mean I picked classes that I'd enjoy for my last year of high school, all that will help me graduate.." She trailed off. "Seth and I kinda talked about this year and what'll happen after, but I know it's redundant to take classes for a career I'll never pursue." 

"Yeah the whole thing sucks." Pryce sighed, "But, at least being humanity's only hope doesn't require a high level education." He joked, nudging Phoebe with his elbow.

Phoebe laughed at Pryce's remark, "Pfft- you've got a point there."

"See? I'm not the dumbest around!" Pryce proclaimed happily.

"Oh Pryce, you are indeed one of a kind." Phoebe sighed.

"In that case," Pryce grinned mischievously, "come with me to the mall! We are both pretty annoyed with Chandler and Seth and their unspoken feud."

Despite considering what Pryce was suggesting for a moment, Phoebe quickly exclaimed, "Okay what about Ursa? We can't just leave her- you know what? We can't just leave!"

"Not gonna hurt anyone if they don't know." Pryce suggested innocently.

Phoebe then flicked Pryce's forehead and gave him an unimpressed expression, "You don't think that we'll get in even more trouble by sneaking out? Besides, Chandler isn't going to give us any money if we lie to him. How about we just ask him?" Phoebe offered an alternate solution.

Pryce pouted, "Fiiiine, you really are a buzz kill, Pheebs. I can't wait for school to start, you're more fun when your friends are around." 

"Sorry that someone has to be the sensible one, Pry." Phoebe shrugged, and got back to her sketch.

Pryce groaned and looked at her sketch momentarily before swiping away to better look at the picture.

"Pryce!" Phoebe shrieked in dismay and lunged towards Pryce to grab her book, but failed 

"What? It looks weird for a drawing." Pryce remarked, tilting the book to see at a different angle.

"C'mon Pryce, don't be an ass!" Phoebe groaned.

"Then come to the mall with me!" Pryce stuck out his tongue.

"Don't make me give you a personal D.I.Y fire haircut!" She threatened, her golden eyes beginning to glow.

Pryce smirked, "You'll have to come and catch me first!" Then took off in the sky, flying towards their home.

Phoebe groaned loudly and chased after him.