A/N: Sorry for being lateee
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leavannysnest - Acacia
Regal
Regal rose to his full height, twitching his bronze-coloured wings.
So Fret isn't doing his job properly, he thought, snorting. "Well, I have no promises about the memories, but you won't be recalling before you remember your flight." He shrugged, and waved to a couple old pupils as they lurked past. "And on how you got here..." He trailed off.
How did the lost get here, anyway?
"The length of stay depends on the dragon. I know dragons who are still here after almost a decade." The Imperial looked confused and disappointed, and Regal sighed. This was impossible to explain, wasn't it?
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Zypheria - Lorien (omg I'm super sorry)
Violet
Violet grimaced. The poor girl was so lost. Fret needed to up his game. "I'm Miss Violet, your group Magister. If you have any questions, come to me." She felt a wing brush against her and saw that Rusty had landed, his large gray eyes shining. Then, she noticed that the entire Soliel
group had gathered here. She sighed. This was the problem of leading a group that loved gossiping and abnormality.
She shouted at the top of her lungs. "LEAVE THIS PLACE! GO TO YOUR CHAMBERS! NO CLASSES TODAY!" There were a few grumbles and mumbles but eventually, the crowd of dragons dispersed.
"Wow, Miss Violet, you're louder than I remembered." Rusty grinned. Violet rose a claw to shoo him off.
"Rusty you're dismissed. Get out of here."
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SugaryDragon - Prism
Storm
"And they're off." Storm smiled with relief as the new dragons set off, chattering among themselves. Another season to begin. He hopped off from the pedestal and surveyed the now empty corridors. There was only that Guardian and Wildclaw left. Storm inhaled deeply and exhaled.
"Are you two ready to get your chamber numbers?" He said teasingly, and adjusted his cloak. The two dragons faced him, their gray eyes drained of expression. Storm felt a pang of sympathy; he would never understand their pain, would he?
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NightwingStar @
Zypheria - Farhani (I'm sorry, I forgot about her ;_;) and Sakura
Swirls
Swirls watched as the Wildclaw headed off. "That was unexpected," she muttered to herself. She turned her gaze towards Storm, who was giving out the last of numbers to other new pupils. She glanced down at the scroll in her claws.
Maybe another time, she thought. She took off from the ground and flew down the corridor, her purple wings barely seen in the light of the strange candles.
What was she going to do since there were no classes? She tilted, then spotted two dragons at the end, which made her stop midair. Why weren't they in their chambers? She dove towards them, and as she came closer, it turned out to be Wildclaw and an Imperial.
"H-hey, you g-guys okay?" They both turned towards her and Swirls almost cursed. Why did she have to stammer so much?
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Navaraa - Anubis (I think you forgot about Poppy's interaction w/ him but its okay :D) and Riin
Ginger
Ginger stepped out from her chamber, carefully shutting the door behind her. The Ombre halls were quiet and somber, as always. She sighed, boredom dawning on her. Did she have to even do anything today? Suddenly, she noticed a bright blue light at the end the corridor.
What the...?
She flew towards it, her pearl clutched tightly between her claws. What was a light doing in the Ombre hall? It turned out to be a Spiral (ugh) and Ginger snorted as she stopped in front of her. "H'lo. Are you sure you want to be in Ombre? You seem a little too, er,
shiny." She waved her claws to gesture, and then peered inside the chamber, completely ignoring the Spiral's expression.
It was tidy - a new chamber - and there was a large Imperial inside. Ginger twitched her wings. "You're one of the new kids, eh? Oh!" She grinned, suddenly remembering. "Anubis! I saw you getting a letter in the main hall just this morning." It was afternoon.
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Mistal
"Phew, I think I'm done for the day!" Mistal heard Fret yawn and landed with a thud atop his desk, surprising the Spiral.
"Not until Poppy says so." She grinned. Fret glared at her, backing off slightly.
"How many times have I told you to not do that?" Mistal carefully tapped her chin, and then jumped off the desk, her two pairs of eyes glinting with mischief.
"I don't recall even once." She replied innocently. Fret scowled, his six wings flapping in annoyance.
"How can I help you?" He said. starting reorganizing the papers that Mistal had messed up.
"There are complaints from the other Magisters that
you aren't doing your job.". She dropped her voice to a whisper to heighten the affect. Fret snorted.
"And what makes them think that?"
Mistal adjusted her googles. "I'll start the list if you have no plans for tonight." Fret gave her a tired look and stood up, which made Mistal chuckle under her breath.
"You know there's a magister party tonight, Mist."
"Did I know?"
Fret threw up his arms in resign. "Honestly, I give up. What do you want?" Mistal nodded, realizing that she finally reached her target.
"A few books from the library disappeared." She said calmly. Fret rolled his eyes, collecting his files.
"So?" Mistal scowled at him.
"So, they aren't from students. They're from thieves." Fret remained silent for a moment.
"What makes you so sure?"
"They took our copy of the World Map. Just thought you should let Poppy know."
A/N: There are four chamber hallways for the groups and one main corridor for all. Hope that clears things up!