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Lillian

"What the hell did you do to my room?" I spare Wednesday a glance as I peel down another piece of window tint on her half of the window. Enid's steps thunder behind us as she storms into the room.

I tried to tell Wednesday this was childish, but I did have to concede that it was understandable. Everyone needs their own space. Especially, Wednesday.

"I divided our room equally," Wednesday declares, handing me the knife she was using as she stands to face Enid. "You have decorated your side as you see fit, I am merely doing the same."

"You destroyed my window!" Enid exclaims gesturing to me as I pull off the last piece and accidentally tug open the window panel at the bottom.

I tune out their conversation as I stare out the window in surprise. There, curled on the floor, is a small dragon with an oddly smooth skin of shimmering green. Green Graphite, I bought Xavier a box of coloured Graphite for Christmas last year. Though Xavier's family celebrates Hanukkah. However it turned out he was unlikely to celebrate anything thanks to his father so Bianca and I took over and had our own miss-matched holiday celebration.

I reach out my hand, allowing the small creature to clamber onto my fingertips. It's small, so small. No longer than my first knuckle. I stare transfixed as it blows little puffs of black smoke at me.

"I'll see you both later." I mumble, ignoring the loud pop music playing in the background as I stride from the room with my gaze transfixed on the little messenger.

Silently, I walk through the halls to my room. Wednesday promised to help me decorate but it's her writing time and I know not to mess with her schedule. People die when you screw with dear Nessie's writing time.

The little dragon coos and skitters across my palm, it's small feet barely denting me since Xavier never draws their claws sharp. He did so once, during the first times he would gift me with these creatures. The little beastie nicked me, slicing across my wrist. It wasn't deep, barely more than a scratch but he freaked out.

Xavier wouldn't talk to me for days, horrified that he hurt me. It took a lot of convincing to calm him down, to get him to see that it was an accident. Except that scared him more. The fact that one of his drawings had managed to scratch my wrist terrified him, he was so scared that if the claws were bigger they would have done permanent damage.

Hence, these little hatchlings. No dragon could ever be this small but at this size they can't do any harm. No sharp teeth, just gums. No claws, just little feet. No talons on the wings and the tail isn't barbed.

But the scales and the eyes. They're drawn with such care and given so much personality.

Entering my room I slowly walk down to the workshop, rummaging through my suitcases in search of a small pillow. The dragon slowly crawls up my arm while I search for the enchanted cushion. I spelled it myself for when I wanted Xavier's creations to last longer.

I find the pillow, sending a small wave of power to it and causing a soft glow as it absorbs the magic. I set the cushion on the table, gently placing my hand next to it. I wait silently for the small dragon to crawl back down my wrist and step onto the pillow. A small smile flickers across my face when sparks of fire travel through the dragon, lighting up it's veins and eyes as my magic fuels the creation.

"Why did he send you, huh?" I murmur softly, watching as it flies around the little dome that has arched over the circular cushion. "Bribery? An apology? Nostalgia."

All I get in response is a puff of smoke.

Of course Xavier didn't animate this one with the ability of sound.

I roll my eyes, I wonder if he asked the little drake to report back. Or if he has mastered the ability to see through his animation's eyes yet. So many questions that used to be answered with nothing more than a simple text. Now I'll just have to die of curiosity.

"Has his father let up yet?" I ask the dragon, sparing it a glance when it tilts its head in curiosity as I move to my suitcases. I begin unpacking, filling the empty shelves and nooks on the three bookcases with little metal sculptures and animals that move made from tiny cogs and screws that I animated with my power.

They were absolutely Xavier magic inspired and he hasn't let me live it down since.

"Bianca's didn't care but my mother hasn't." I state with a harsh tone as I pull out the shiny metal wall art. "If Xavier was wondering, that is."

"Not that they seem to be the main reason keeping us apart." I grumble under my breath but the small puff of smoke I see from the corner of my eye has me thinking the little drake heard.

"Hello? Lilith?" a chipper voice calls and I look up to see a redhead holding-

Why the fuck would she bring that here.

"Oh there you are." She trills, pushing up her glasses as she looks down at me. "I'm miss Thornhill, your dorm mom."

I watch in rapt horror as she hurries down the stairs curling around the turret wall.

"I'm not interrupting your, 'you time' am I? I know how important it is to get settled in on the first day."

Swallowing heavily I force a smile, stepping forwards to greet the woman and hiding the small dragon now resting on the pillow behind my back. I really need to light a torch on the outside of my door so I know who's entering. And who's bringing poisonous plants into my room.

"Lilith Drake, but you can call me Lillian." I state, warily eyeing the plant in her arms.

Drekabani. Dragon poison.

"Sorry I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived, I heard that Enid gave you a good old Nevermore welcome." She teases with a soft smile, "I also heard that you already know a few of the students here, Bianca Barclay and Xavier Thorpe, correct?"

"Yes." I force out. "I met them last year."

"When you were camping out in Xavier's studio in the forest." I pause at her accusatory words yet there is no malice in her tone. "Don't look so worried, I didn't tell Weems. Bianca was the one who came to me for blankets and food for you, she wanted to make sure you had a regular supply as I recall."

"Bianca and I used to be close." I smile slightly at the memories of our fun. "Time and distance got in the way of that. I'm hoping to rectify the situation."

If we can ever get past what happened last year to cause the split. Not to mention what happened at my last school. That will go down a treat with the pair.

"Ah, well I wish you luck." Miss Thornhill declares. "Here's a little gift from my conservatory. I try to match the right flower to each of my girls and when I read your personal statement, your ancient lineage to the Dracona, I immediately thought of this one."

She thrust the pot out towards me and I hesitantly accepted, desperately trying not to breath too harshly for fear of the pollen.

"Draumur Dreka, Dragon's Dream. Rumour has it that the plant would put the dragons into deep sleep with restful dreams. Apparently, it helped to soothe anxiety and brought comfort to young hatchlings. Its twin on the other hand was darker, it was poisonous to dragons and the most sought after during the middle ages and the Great Burning." She informs me, with a knowing smile. "I thought the duality would represent you and Wednesday well. You seem to be close to her."

"We grew up together, she is my sister in everything but blood." I don't bother to hide the love and pride in my voice, appreciating when Miss Thornhill only nods and accepts my answer. "Thank you for the flower."

"Okie dokie, well before I leave I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at ten, no loud music, and no boys - ever." She whispers slightly at the end. I nod once more, accepting the rules as I walk over to a nearby bench.

"I heard there was a local town we could visit." I ask, placing the beguiling plant down. It's poisonous, I can feel it. No matter what Miss Thornhill claims.

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right." She states in a practised tone that makes me think she has had this argument before. "It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends."

"The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes."

I bet Wednesday loved listening to this speech.

"That means no fires and no hunting." She states with a stern glare but pauses at my hurt expression.

"I read your file, sweetie." She changes tones, becoming more soothing - maternal. "Treat this as a fresh start, something new."

I nod hesitantly, watching as she nods with self satisfaction at my compliance before declaring it was a good talk and striding back up the stairs and leaving the room.

The door closes with a bang and I release a muffled scream, fire erupting and exploding around the room in silent waves. Everywhere I go that stupid incident is haunting me. Not to mention by the time classes start everyone will know that I was friends with Bianca and Xavier, and the rumour mill does love to gossip about them.

I scoff at the thought. I wonder what lies Enid will come up with about the three of us.

Trembles continue to rack through my body, the fire slowly cooling down as a headache forms from the proximity of that blasted flower. I glare down at my burned hands, the urge to vomit grows as I take in the blisters and raw skin. Even that pot was coated in the pollen.

I take a shaky breath that turns into a hacking cough. Shit, this isn't good. Why did Miss Thornhill have to try and be kind? I would say it's a rookie mistake but it's almost impossible to tell the difference between Draumur Dreka and Drekabani, not even the most skilled carnivore-plant-ologist would know.

Whit spots flicker across my vision and I hastily stumble to my feet, wincing when it makes my headache worse.

Small puffs of smoke have me turning slightly, finally noticing my hunched over position and the fact that I have sunk to my knees. My head gets dizzy. I can't-... think. Can hardly- breathe.

Oh this isn't good.

That plant's stupid pollen. I stumble towards the plant, desperately trying to think of ways to get rid of it. A sudden wave of dizziness has me coming up short, a hand reaching out to brace against the table.

I hadn't realised my legs had continued moving until I stumble, and my eyelids flutter close once more. The blood rushes from my head and I feel myself pale, swaying where I stand. I desperately try to peel my eyes open. But all I can see is hazy white.

I tried to register the signs that I was falling. But I.... for god's- I can't remember. Can hardly... think. I feel as though I'm burning, throat clogging up yet my skin is cold. Clammy. The urge to close my eyes and sleep it off washes through me. Weighing my body down. I distantly recall Wednesday telling me that was a bad thing.

Cold seeps into my side as I slowly turn onto my side laying out on the floor and staring at the stone tiles. I just need a small nap. Just need to close my eyes for a moment.

A small, dark shadow flickers before my eyes before fluttering away as my vision blacks out.

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