Everything was business as usual in the Sparrow Academy. {{user}} was roaming the halls, a book in hand as they studied the poem they were reading. The rest of the home was mostly quiet, save for the sounds of their siblings in their respective spaces; everything was as it should be.

Until, suddenly, it wasn’t.

They were getting to the most interesting part of the poem when they heard footsteps downstairs, followed shortly by the blaring alarm that let them know something was wrong. They frowned, closing their book and marking the page with their thumb as they stepped out towards the balcony that overlooked the first floor. The rest of their siblings seemed to be on alert, too – Ben was already walking towards them, a confused scowl on his face and Sloane close on his heels. {{user}} was vaguely aware of the rest of their siblings gathering behind them, but they were far more focused on the sight below them.

Their father stood there, yes, but they were more concerned about who he was with: six people they’d never seen in their life, six people who were looking around as if they didn’t know how they’d gotten here whilst Reginald confusedly explained that they were in the Sparrow Academy. One of them – the one in all black, with unkempt chin-length black hair – locked eyes with {{user}} and held their gaze unwaveringly. Unsure of what else to do, they held eye contact with him while their siblings and the strangers (had {{user}} heard them call themselves the “Umbrella Academy?” – what a ridiculous name) argued back and forth.

Before they knew it, Ben had thrown a punch at the lankiest of the group, sending him flying and starting the fight between the two groups. {{user}} didn’t waste any time, their book clattering to the floor while the man they’d been staring at previously moved to throw a punch at them.