Drama Class - New Beginnings Day 1

"Ah...there we go...That's just perfect..." A harmonic voice filled the semi silent room, just as she was adjusting the final stage light in the auditorium. The flapping of her large ebony wings echoed off the walls of the stage, her seemingly closed eyes looked down to the floor below. A long fall for a mortal to experience, being over thirty feet up in the air. Decreasing the speed at which she flapped her wings, Sophia would soon land softly upon the wooden stage. Looking out into the empty room, a smile of happiness escaped her parted glossed lips.

Everything must be perfect for her students, because she knew first impressions meant everything to humans. She was a being that loved to please people and spread joyfulness around to others. When the opportunity rose for her to become a teacher here, she pounced on it without even a second thought. A chance to enrich the minds of young children, nothing could make a angel happier than doing that.

Running her hands over her silk form fitting dress, that wrapped around her neck. Exposing her entire back, well most of her back which escaped the mask of her wings and onyx locks. The top of her outfit managed to maintain control of her ample breasts, keeping them in check behind the silky fabric. From there her dress continued to run down her flat toned stomach.Where it gathered and clung to her voluptuous hips and apple bottom shaped cheeks; from there it flared out allowing her legs all the movement they may need. Her dress stopping just above her ankles, with a golden trim appearing along the edging of the hemmed garment. It matched perfectly to the laced high heel shoes, that ran up her calf. Taking a few steps from the spot where she stood, in those three inch heels of her. Tapping lightly against the light wood of the stage, her dress flowed behind her with every stride she took. Extending her wings for a moment, giving them one mighty flap to generate enough lift. Taking off the ground Sophia floated gently down to the front row.

Crossing her arms under her chest to give them something to rest on; golden bangles held the form fitting sleeves that wrapped around her wrist like a second skin. The chains dangled from her wrist jingling like Christmas bells, a thick pure gold belt hung loosely off her heart shaped hips. Sophia took a seat in one of the many chairs in the front row, with her legs crossed. Hmm...what should we do today? The thought drifted through her mind, while she sat there waiting for the first student to arrive. She had four in total and looked forward to meeting each one of them. She was curious to see what skills they had to offer the class and see their talents flourish under her guidance.

Angelica was never late. She didn't like to be late. It drew more attention to herself that what was necessary at any given time. When she found herself outside the auditorium, her map in one hand, her staff in the other, she found herself unable to breathe for a moment. Terror had stuck her before, but never had she felt this throat closing panic rise in her, as she struggled to pull in each breath. A panic attack would do her no good here.

Quietly, she leaned her back against the doors. It didn't matter that she hadn't been to school in a year. It didn't matter. That was then. This was now. The present. Not the past. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath and opened the door.

At first, her mouth hung open. She hadn't expected a school like this to have such a grand and up-to date stage. She quickly closed her mouth though, and moved forward. She could make the appearance of a woman on the stage, and without hesitation, she moved forward. She wore a crisp clean white t-shirt and a pair of dark wash skinny blue jeans. Simple black shoes, and her hair hung loose around shoulders. She was a small woman, her breasts were smaller, her hips not as rounded as a normal woman's, but she held a little curve in the way she moved, her hips sliding only slightly back and forth.

When she reached the front of the stage she stopped and gazed up at the woman with her crystal colored eyes. Shyly, she tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear and smiled at the woman. "Hello. I'm Angelica." she cleared her throat a little, pulling in a deep breath. This class wouldn't be boring, of that she was sure, as she gazed at the woman on the stage. Angelica took a great note of the woman's demeanor, the way she moved, looked, the way she smiled and thought. It caused the smile on her own face to widen.

Sophia sat silently in one of the many auditorium seat, lost in a depths of her mind. A single question kept repeating itself over and over, "What to do first?" There was so many thing she had planned in that day alone, but with only many hours in a single day. What could she possibly do about it. She would just have to settle and spread it out across the school year. Drama was a art after all, nothing could be taught in a single day and expected a mortal or even an immortal to remember it. She suddenly perks up when she heard the locks of the doors clicking loudly from their resting positions. It sound bouncing off the walls of the room, eventually finding it's way into her ears that were hidden under her lush black hair.

Shifting in her seat so she could glance over her shoulder easier. Her seemingly closed eyes caught the glimpse of her first student. She was actually a few minutes early than the set time, it was okay by her. It meant to her that, this person was serious about her studies. What of the others? Did that they care about this class at all or was it just another needed class that was forced upon them. Only time could expose that fact to her and she had plenty of patience to wait it out. As Angelica made her way down to the stage, Sophia gave her a quick once over. A petite body frame with slight hints of curves here and there, a soft lovely face with those beautiful crystal eyes of her's. A absolute astonishing body for young woman, her eyes seemed to call out to her. Like a siren's voice, they demand to looked into.

Turning back forward in her seat, once the youth made it to the front of the auditorium. Keeping her hands in her lap, intertwining her fingers together. "Ah, Ms. Angelica. Welcome to the Drama Room, I'm Ms. Thrones. It's a pleasure to meet you. Her voice was low-toned, but held a harmonic sound to it. With a small giggle, she tilts her head slightly and returns a smile back to Angelica. "Please have a seat, you've arrived a tad bit early. Let's wait a few minutes before we begin. All right?"She wanted the other students a chance to arrive before she started. Hoping that all of them would show on the first day and none of them would play hooky. She was here to take them out of their mundane every day lives and take them on adventure every day.

She shifted only slightly, looking the woman over. Her white eyebrows raised as she took in the woman's easy smile and her harmonic voice. She gave her a genuine smile, her crystal eyes lighting up at the opportunity to collect her thoughts before class actually started.

She nodded, and folded up her map and stuck it back in her pocket. The map was very handy when figuring out where she was going. Not that she hadn't gotten lost a few times and had to back track to find her way, but she managed, and still found the class before everyone else got her, except the Professor of course. Once she had the map folded and properly put into her pocket, she took the seat next to the Professor.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Thrones. Would you prefer to be called that instead of Professor?" she ask, still smiling. Her crystal eyes rested on the woman's face. She really was beautiful. Although, she hardly seemed out of place here. Just about everyone she'd met here was beautiful. Perhaps she was the one who was an odd ball here. She gave her another grin though, and turned to look over the stage again. She really was astonished that such an older school would have such up-to-date equipment.

"It's so beautiful in here...almost like a sanctuary." she commented, still gazing around.

Giving Angelica a quick look, Sophia returns her attention toward the stage. She never really thought about what she would preferred to be called. Bring her left index finger bottom of her chin, tapping it a few times against side cheek. "Ms. Thrones if you will." After a while a silent sigh of content could be heard, the moment she heard the comment from the girl next to her. "Thank you....It took some work but after a bit of manual labor it all came together." She took pride in her work, everything in the auditorium was by her hand.

From the stage all the way to the lights, she had either repaired or replaced it with the allowed budge from the head mistress. It wasn't easy at all but she did it after a short time. "So tell me a little about yourself? What made you want to attend Caislin Hallows?" Uncrossing her legs so she could turn herself toward the girl next to her, she wondered what was Angelica's reason for attending this school. Her reason was this place strangely made her feel like she was back up in heaven. Though there weren't vampires, lycans, or any of the other beings found at this place. But after decades of wondering about the earth, she finally felt at ease for once.

Angelica was quick to agree with her teacher. Somehow, as Angelica looked her over again, she didn't seem like a Professor. The name just didn't...suit her. She shifted her seat, and played idly with her staff. Nana would smack her if she could see Angelica playing with her staff.

"The staff is a weapon, and a means of magical use, not a toy to be played with!" the old woman had bellowed at her when she caught Angelica twirling it about in her hands. She hadn't even bothered to defend herself, because Nana was, like always right.

The teachers voice brought her back from her memory. She looked over at Ms. Thrones and nodded. "You did a marvelous job. I didn't see it before, but it couldn't have been this grand..." she paid the woman the compliment on her hard work and returned to looking around.

The stage lights, the seat she was sitting in, everything was perfectly done. She could almost see the love and care that Ms. Thrones had put into her work. And she was rewarded with a masterpiece for a stage, almost too pretty and wonderful for Angelica to touch.

When the teacher ask her what had brought her to the school, she stopped. It wasn't a question of telling the truth, because lying could never get you anywhere, but was she ready to talk about what happened? She squirmed in the seat, shifting a little nervously. Was she ready? Could she possibly be ready when it was just a short time ago? Nana's death and the loss of her home?

To her obvious relief, another student picked that precise moment to make her entrance. Angelica shifted in her seat again, and turned to watch, yet another, beautiful woman make her way down the aisle and stand before the teacher. Angelica looked her over, took in her springy dress and happy demeanor. And while she was happy this woman had unknowingly saved her from tears that already threatened to spill from her crystal eyes.

She let out a deep breath, that she didn't realize she'd been holding until now, and gave her new classmate a smile. She would wait for the teacher to address her student before Angelica made her own introduction, so for the time being, she sat quietly, still looking this new woman over, admiring her.

Just when Sophia was about to get up from her seat, hearing Angelica's comment on all her hard work. A light red tint graced her slightly pale skin, letting out a small giggle as she looks over the stage once again. Bring a hand to her lips, to cover her childish moment from Angelica. But her happy demeanor soon faded away by the way her student was acting. Seeing her squirm about in her seat, Sophia's sensitive hearing easily picked up the increase heart rate. Signs of nervousness about something, but what was going through her mind at that moment. It was apparent that there was something she didn't want Sophia to know about and she could respect that.

Before she knew it another young female appeared in front of her, her first impression on the girl that she was a sweet girl. A very lively person by her introduction, it brought another chuckle out of the old angel. MerisaAnne hmm? A quite unique name you have there. Welcome to the class. Please have a seat. Turning to Angelica giving her a small nod for her to begin her introduction. She was pleased she had two of her four assigned students arrive, looking one of the clocks that hung off one of the many support beams in the room.

Alright you two...I guess we shall begin. How does that sound? Standing from her seat, moving passed the two girls. With a single jump and the help her delicate wings, she landed gently upon the wooden stage. Spinning around on the balls of her feet, putting on a big smile. With the lighting of the stage, it gave her a even more angelic effect. Lacing her hands together once again, she keeps them in front of her. Her wing folding neatly behind her, taking in a deep breath before speaking once again. All right you two, I want to know why you decided to take Drama and what do you hope to get out of it. MerisaAnne would you mind starting us off?

Standing on the stage happily listen to her first student speaking about what brought her to the Drama club. A smile was displayed across her slightly tanned skin, a few black strands of her hair fell free from behind her hair. Swaying in front of her face. "That sounds wonderful, I'm glad to have someone who express the same ideals as me." Letting a small squeal of joy but it was soft enough for only her to hear.

Glancing up toward the entrance of the auditorium, wondering when her last two students would finally decide to show up. They could at least show up for the first day of school, shrugging the thought off and returning to the task at hand. "Well welcome Merisa..." Shifting her weight a bit, extending her left hand to Lillith. "Now would you mind introducing yourself to your fellow classmate miss?"

Angelica watched in silent awe. The observation that she had about the newest addition to the class hadn't been spot on. While from afar the woman had seemed confident, up close the soft blush that fell across her cheeks was...well, it was rather alluring.

She gave the woman a soft smile as she sat down. Angelica's small hands were set neatly in her lap. And she couldn't help but let look the woman over again.

She listened quietly to her introduction and nodded. In the back of her mind though, she couldn't help but debate with herself over the reason she was here. Should she tell them about Nana? Should she explain to them how much sadness she was hiding behind clear crystal eyes? Perhaps if one looked close enough past the facade, they could see.

She glanced back up to the teacher when she ask for her introduction. She was lifted from her internal monolouge.

"Oh, uhm, I'm Angelica. I'm orginally from the US, but I moved to Eroupe a few years ago to live with a family friend. I decided to take drama well...I really don't know why I decided to take it, but it just seemed like it was the right place to be..." she left it there.

Bring her hands back together in front of her, intent on listen to Angelica introduction to herself and Merisa. It was quite nice to learn a little bit about each of her students. To make a connection between each individual in her class, she would be teaching them all year long. "Ah Thank you Angelica, it's nice to have you in our class. I hope I don't disappoint you two."

This was her first time teaching after her, she didn't know what to expect of them. Nor of what they expected of her, but she did aim to please after all. Old habits died hard, even after being on earth for some time. Her angelic ways were hard to get rid of.

"Well ladies, I would love to know what is your favorite play. Mines is Romeo and Juliet. The trails they went through to have true love."Letting out a happy sigh of content, as she steps forward. Opening her wings to slow her small three foot decent, moving closer to the two young girls. Her eyes seemed to remain close the entire time, but she was looking them over.

This class would be a test for her and she wanted to succeed. Her heart was racing, beating hundred miles per hour. Bring her right hand over chest, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

Angelica was sure that she wasn't the only one who noticed that the teacher had failed to answer Merisa's question, and she frowned. Surely the woman wasn't so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard the question.

Perhaps she planned to answer it later? She had forgotten about Nana for the time being. Hopefully the subject wouldn't come up again. She quietly sat, and watched the teacher. Idly she wondered how long she'd been here, on Earth. She obviously wasn't from here, or maybe she was from here, and just a little spacey? A smile found it's way to her pale lips. That must be it.

She grinned at the question though, happy to answer that. William Shakespeare. What a marvelous wrtier. A little crazy in the noodle, as far as Angelica was concerned, but how she loved his work.

Rather excited, she glanced over at Mersia and smiled. She held a hand out to allow the young woman to go first, her crystal eyes studying her face for just a moment, before turning back to the teacher.

Angelica shifted in her chair and watched as the woman stood up and named off her favorite play. Which happened to be her favorite play as well. A Midsummer's Night Dream.

Angelica's crystal eyes brightened at the mention of the play by her fellow classmate. The corners of her pale lips turned up and she grinned at the woman across from her. She felt excited now. Maybe she and this girl had more in common than just their favorite play?

She nodded to Merisa when she announced that it was now her turn and she stood to her full height and gave a smile to both women.

"My favorite is also A Midsummers Night Dream. I suppose because I often wish I could bottle a love potion." she giggled softly and blushed. Her arms hung loose at her arms and she quickly crossed them behind her back and turned her attention back to the teacher. "I really do love the intensity and the romance, although as previously stated, it's not nearly as romantic as Romeo and Juliet. I think what I love most about it though, is the michief the love potion causes." she nodded to let them know that she was done.

Quickly she unfolded her arms from her back and sat back down.

Sophia listen to Merisa speak about her favorite play right after Angelica. Giving her a slight nod, she was truly spacey when it came to drama. Almost nothing else mattered to her, well unless someone was dying right in front of her. Even then she barely wanted to divert her attention to anything else. Once she was finished, Merisa's question finally sunk in. Sophia's face lit up with a light red tint, once she realized what she did.

With a small chuckle, as she tries to combat her blushing cheeks."I'm sorry Merisa, I didn't mean to ignore your question." Cocking her head to the left slightly, giving herself a small bonk upon her head. Sticking out her tongue."That tale is a very long one; but the short version is that I wanted to spread my love of the arts to the youth here. As in why I wanted to teach here...well?" Bring a hand up to her chin, drumming fingers against the tender tan flesh. "Just something about this place called to me. Strange huh, but this school gives me such a relaxed feeling."

Turning her attention from her two lovely students, once a new person entered the auditorium with them. A young male, possibly another one of her students? She did have a male student listed on her student rooster. Bowing a bit to the gentleman, a warm smile spread slowly across her lips."It's quite alright, Mister?" Extending her left hand out toward him, for to introduce himself to her.

Angelica shifted, watching the woman, a grin over her face. She could tell she would like this class. It was going to be...fun. Especially if she and Merisa were the only two in it.

Well...that wasn't the whole truth. She wanted to meet every student at Caislin, and hopefully form strong friendships with most of them. But that was a perfect world, which was far, far away from where she was.

She was happy to listen quietly to the teachers explaination. She supressed a giggle when the woman talked about missing Merisa's question. She was sure it hadn't been on purpose that she hadn't answered before. And for once, she felt a sense of pride that she'd been right. The teacher was just a little spacey.

The little world that had developed was interrupted though. She was surpised to see a boy here in the class now. Thinking back he didn't seem so unfamilar. He didn't immeaditely go into an introduction though. He did apologize for interrupting though, which Angelica considered a little more than nice of him. He was...what had Madame Chevok called him...Michael? Something close to that.

But the teacher seemed intent on wrestling the information from him. Her 'Mister...' leaving plenty of room for his introduction. It was a rather nice transition she thought. Almost like a scene from a movie, wasn't it? She laughed to herself, and looked him over intently. What was he? He didn't look so different...so what was he?

It also occured to her that it was rude to stare, but her curiousity had over taken her, and the sense of manners she usually lived by was forgotten for the moment. And while she was dying to ask questions, she kept silent, watching.

Walking forward as she smiled with excitement. Her hips swaying in circular grace as she approached the Drama Wing. So splendid as the devoted artists would express themselves, drawing the raw emotions that all hide. Causing one to explode as their mind outstretched ones past. Such charming depth as Margo sighed passionately. Her chest quickly rising and falling as she turned her head towards the coat rack. Her eyes batting as her eyelashes flickered. “How marvelous is it my darling! That the arts go hand in hand, cheek to cheek with our precious Formalities.” Her hands pressed against her as she held the flyers for the dance. The coat rack bobbed the head is it balanced a silver tray along its hooks as it carried chocolate roses.

Margo wore a deep red gown. The long sleeves laced with gold thread as the tulle red skirt trimmed in matching gold as it cascaded down her lower half bellowing outward in gluttonous devour. Her blonde hair was left straight down her back, a thin band of gold rope accented the top of her head, keeping the strands in place. Her pale blue eyes glistened as her gold heels clicked along the floor. She wore a long scarf as it wrapped around her neck and chest much like the curtain censoring the stage, keeping the secrets of the scene until the characters were on their mark.

She opened the door of the classroom as she curtsied before the professor and students. “Forgive me for interrupting my adoring charmers. Allow me the honor to introduce myself to the Lords and Ladies of the stage. I am Margo Danae, Professor of Formalities and Social Graces, I am here to ask for you each to say a monologue of advertisement as I am hosting a Masquerade. I have flyers here for those who are interested. If any do choose to take the time away from reading your work please feel free to speak with me within my classroom. I thank you for your time, and thank you my delightful Lady Thrones for giving the honor to show myself. In humble gratitude I leave you with a gift.”

As Margo spoke the coat rack entered revealing the chocolate roses. “I dare not scatter these before your feet as I cheer for all that you do. Thank you so much, a thousand thanks you. Take a rose, without its thorns, enjoy the taste.” Margo curtsied once more as she left the tray and flyers along Professor Thrones desk.

"Mikel Morrigan? Interesting name. Well welcome to our little class." She was pleased another person decided to join her class today, but there was still one person missing. But three out of four students show up so far, which meant at least seventy five percent of her class was there. Which made a glow of happiness grow inside of her.

When Margo's sweet harmonic voice suddenly filled the auditorium, it brought her back out of her thoughts. Glancing over her shoulder, her hidden emerald green eyes quickly took in Margo's deep red gown. It was absolutely marvelous and Sophia was envies. Most of her attire was either white or baby blue. She was quite familiar from the small tour she gave herself around the school. Sophia knew she was a teacher but what class was it. The moment she finished introducing herself to the class, bowing before the woman out of respect.

"Ah! Ms. Margo, how nice of you to come visit us." Taking a quick gander of the gift and flyers, that where placed upon her Oak wood desk. Soon her attention was pulled away from the dedicated designed chocolate roses; to the young lass that moved quietly to pilfer rose and flower for herself. Letting the act pass once Merisa had bowed toward her. With a gentle hand motion, she waves her off to only hear shout of joy. "A ball? Interesting...what brought this around?

Raising her right hands, gathering the magically energies that laid dormant with in her being. A shadowy aura soon engulfs her hand, staring directly at her target on her desk. She rips open a small dimensional portal right beside the stack of flyers, pulling a single one through. Teleporting it into her awaiting hand, giving it a quick once over. Her face lit up just like Merisa's did. "This seems like a wonderful idea. Don't it everyone?"

Mikels acknowledgement of staring caused her eyes to widen. She blushed profusely and quickly looked away. She hadn't meant to stare...she was just interested in studying him. The answer to her previous question was answered though. Vampire. A smile spread across her face. As far as she knew, she hadn't met one yet and was delighted that he could be the first one she'd met. And at this school!

Where did he get his blood from? Perhaps the infirmarary provided such amenities for him. And she was sure there were others here, so they'd have quite the supply of blood.

Another person was quick to interrupt the class though. She blinked. Miss Margo again. She'd already been to her science class and brought cupcakes, although she hadn't tried one there. She watched Merisa move to the front and take one of the chocolate rose and sit down. Her exclaimation of happiness nearly scared her out of her skin though. In the middle of moving to stand up, she dropped back down into the seat. Then she suddenly started laughing. A pixie like sound, childish and happy burst out of ther though. "Please excuse me." she told everyone, covering her mouth and turning red.

She continued to giggle for a moment, and then made her way over and took a flyer as well. She made a short bow in front of Miss Margo and gave her a sweet smile. "Thank you Miss...a pleasure to make your aquaintance again." she told her softly.

Quickly though, whether the woman acknowledged her or not she would make her way back to her seat and stare at the page. A ball? What would she wear? Who would she go with?