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Tess had not taken the discovery that she had been given detention very well. She was stunned, extremely so, that her wings stopped beating and she collapsed on the ground. It was only the impact of her back meeting the floor that woke her and her face had scrunched up in a most pathetic display of self-pity it was a wonder she hadn't simply burst into tears. As she shakily got to the air (because she still had no feet to get to), she could practically hear her parents' wailing about where did they go wrong, didn't they raise her to be a fine example of their kind? Oh the shame! Oh the humiliation!

Oh for jack's sake, wasn't Tess glad to finally be away from all that? Wasn't she here to leave behind who she used to be? Swallowing the sniffle that niggled in the back of her throat, she puffed up her chest and flew straight for the school office where she was expected. And was pleasantly surprised to find it was packed. Misery certainly loved company.

She felt slightly relieved that she actually recognized some of those present. There was Shehk and Calder and some from the party and oh sludge that was a huge student... she found herself staring longer than polite before shaking her head clear, hoping he hadn't noticed. Fixing what was her game face (read: a slightly panic-stricken grimace edged with anxiety) she carefully squeezed her way into the room, squeaking an apology whenever her wings smacked against someone. Which she couldn't help because there was no way she was crawling into the room.

Buuuuuuuh?! Why was someone talking to her in here?! Weren't they supposed to stay quiet?! Why was her Thermos half empty with that weird undead (she smelled undead anyway, kinda like rot and bad blood) looking at her as though she expected Chuppi to share? How come she was being ducked close to, like a shield or something?

The loud, loud, loud sounds of a Thermos being drained of every last bit of its blood filled the room, Chuppi nearly swallowing her straw whole in her haste to ease the nerves that leeked upon her like a bad rain pouring down her spine. She knew she was super tiny and therefore had hoped no one would notice her coming in and she could have stayed in a corner and not bothered anyone except maybe G because he was nice and -

Her train of thought was rolling at one thousand miles a minute, her red eyes growing moist as she started to inwardly panic. None of her panic was nessecary, of course, but that didn't mean the Chupacabra didn't feel like she had to. Maybe if she just continued to stay quiet she'd calmed down and be able to get through all of this okay, even though she still wasn't even sure why she was here. Another girl (another undead, phew they ....smelled different) said something about a book club? If that was really the case then how come everyone looked so unhappy?

Chuppi liked to read since reading could be done without anyone coming to bother her. Maybe she should join in this conversation.

"I...like books?"

. . . .she was entirely, entirely off her mark.

Ohae, now that was a face she recognized! Shehk looked up, perking ever so slightly when the panicked reaper (she perked because it was Emily, not because she was now mentally labelling herself), seeming to sigh after a moment. OH WOE WAS THE WORLD.

"Yeah, me. My guess is you're here for the same reason we are all here?" she asked, offering the closest available seat by her to her, before slumping in her chair, her head throbbing angrily at her. Oh Jack-skellington. She wasn't sure -what- had been in the punch, but it sure was PUNCHING HER SKULL AUGH. Note to self: Don't trust Nukpana with drinks EVER AGAIN.

"I mean, it's sounding like a mass-detention. I can only imagine what will be worse; Making us all sit in the corner TOGETHER, or making everybody wait while each person gets a shot at it."

There was this moment where an image of herself NOT in her lovely Romanian-Victorian-yada fashion flashed through her head.. and somehow, it was more terrifying than if people realized she ate like a slob when unwatched, chewed on her nails, and ...
...

and what? What else did she have in mind when she'd started that thought? THOUGHT DISTRACTED.

The walk down the hallway towards the office had been a calculated one for Belladonna. It was necessary to walk just slowly enough that would make her just a few minutes late (had they been assigned a certain time to be there? Great Hectate no but Belladonna had assigned herself a time and not arriving to her prescribed time meant she was rebelling further! HA!) but not slow enough to make her too late. After all, she wanted to be late, not entirely miss it and therefore give this Hellma Shox another chance to scream. God, that woman sounded like evil incarnate. Having two older sisters who had previously attended Amityville didn't give Belladonna much choice in way of imagining how most of the teachers could be. She had already heard tales of this dastardly lady.

It was of course at the exact moment that she reaching the door that she saw the lights go out, come back on and heard a voice saying something that was just out of ear shot. So with a frenzied cry, Belladonna shot forward through the door, looking around frantically.

"Am I late?! I'm not late am I?! Oh jacking pumpkin rinds, I can't be late!!" Thankfully she was not the weepy sort, so she wasn't feeling the need to cry right now. But she was becoming a bundle of nerves. First it was that damn train ride, now this? Why was everything going so wrong? Things should be going right! Its not like she had the option to become the delinquent of the family, Delphinium held that role! And if she had detention now, she couldn't make good grades like Hemlock had. Why was everything so difficult right now!?

And who had gotten her into this mess?! Why Calder of course. He had posted some ridiculous little picture of her saying she wanted her clothes ripped off and the worst part was no one had responded! It was enough to make her self esteem plummet to the very lowest bowels of her own self-hell. But wait, hadn't she put up a picture of Chuppi?! Oh no! She'd gotten Chuppi in trouble too. That meant that people she knew should be here! Well, maybe this wasn't SO BAD after all...

Tybalt wandered into the office, tail twitching from side to side and ears pressed flat against his skull. He was both annoyed and confused. The day before yesterday he had filled out a harmless little card. Yesterday, said card and entire board was gone. Well today, it was back, but now vandalized with stuff plastered all over it. Now normally, this never would have bothered the black dog. So someone played a prank, big deal. That's what he would have said. However, as he got closer, an increasing feeling of anxiety had sunk in. Why was this? Because he swore he could make out the name Hellma Shox...

s**t! Now he didn't know what detention was exactly, he was new to all this after all, but anything to do with Hellma, he knew couldn't be good. She was headmistress of Amityville academy after all and he had heard many rumors of her. None of them good. So in order to find out, he asked one of his seniors. The same seniors who broke into hysterical laughter the moment he finished his sentence. Must have been the combination of "detention" and "Hellma". Which, funny as it may seem, none of this helped his current situation, nor did it improve his mood.

It was only after they breathed long enough to give him instructions, that he found he needed to head to the school office. So here he was! Yes, here he was--but where was everyone else? All he saw was one other girl and another guy, but no one else.

Strange... He knew there was more students in trouble. Was this all one big joke? Or worse, was he late?

The gnome sitting in Arel's office chair stiffened as the student greeted "them". All he had wanted to do was try the swively round chair he swore! - and perhaps also try on one of the banished secretary's plush capes, they looked so warm and soft.

Oh crap, he didn't want to get into trouble for this, this was how John from accounting had died! Very, very slowly and dramatically, he slipped deeper into the chair, subtly using the hood of the cape to cover his head - well more like his entire body. From a student's perspective looking at the desk, it just looked like the 'secretary' was currently slumped over with their hood over their head for Jack knows what reason.

Fortunately for the students who arrived late, the actual secretary and headmistress would not be back for a while. It was a perfect opportune moment to 'skip a detention', with only a thinly disguised gnome to block their way.

The gnome was absolutely quivering, petrified. The hood shook and wobbled, and kind of looked like 'Arel' was having a seizure - or apparently really intolerable of the cold. The latter would have made more sense if he wasn't a frost demon.

It had no clue what to say! Having been tasked in not talking to students unless necessary he simply did the next best thing and jumped up and down. The mostly-covered up hood bobbed in a nod, whatever that meant.