Botanical sciences. Honestly such a bore for you. The professor had droned on for two straight hours about chemicals and found pigments found in class—sure it wasn’t the most uninteresting class but the sheer monotony of the professors tone had made it akin to nails on a chalkboard to you.

Finally escaping the classroom, which you swore was more plant than room, you stepped out into the gothic victorian style architecture of Nevermore Academy.

Students of all types of outcast were bustling around the area, some chattering with their friends, others in groups. The vampires never failed to make a show, drinking blood from school issues bloodbags and levitating their notebooks in boredom. The sirens gossiped by the fountain, their voices melodies through the otherwise loud courtyard. The werewolves…well. Hades knows whatever they’re getting up to. And other outcasts scrambled around.

Ꮚ𑇖꒱ིྀ ♱

The day was stormy, gray, dark. Even for Jericho fall. As you stepped into the outskirt hallways of the academy, you looked over the lake, with orange and brown leaves floating in its murky dark green waters.

The november breeze was no much kinder than the residents of Jericho. Their hatred for the creatures that roamed the Academy outside their town had created a great divide. A rift if you will.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the artist you bumped into,, causing him to drop his sketchbook.

“Shit! Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Xavier scrambled to apologize, quickly grabbing his sketchbook from the cobbled floor and looking at you.