Wandering and wondering...(Open!)

Aurelio was wandering through the halls of the grand building, a new pastime of his. He was still unsure any of this was real. Mother and Father had spoken of God, yes, but.. He had never believed more than God will answer his family's prayrs. His satin-black hair was falling neatly in waves, bouncing slightly with each of his steps. Lavender-green eyes scanning above him, the broken Minstrel was silent. How could one speak in such a grand facility? It almost seemed against the rules!
His Violin- not the same, but still just as special to the boy- was held firmly in his arms, the bow cradeled in one arm. He never left it alone on earth- why would he here? It was simply his thread of security.. The only thing that kept his mind set. Saraneth and Kilvanio's heads poked out of his coat pocket- both puppets resting easily in the serene air. With nothing more to do than admire the structures, and try to comprehend that this was really heaven... Aurelio was lost in thought.
He silenced his steps in a natural, velvet tread, as if every echo would disrupt the harmony. He never expected to be up here... After all, he had been a street preformer in Venice. raised in poverty... Was he really accepted here?

fidelis was returning to his office after having gone through evaluating one of the teachers, needless to say, they had passed their evaluation quite easily. It brought joy to know such capable individuals were among his staff. Especially considering that recognised most new teachers as ex-attendees of the academy. They were few such angels left in heaven that had not been in the academy with him as head master and thus he had connections all across the world of heaven.

With that subject in mind he had just spotted one such individual, an angel carrying a violin through the hallways. Fidelis recognised this angel by both the violin and his face. This person was very young compared to most angels, and thus it was not at all difficult to know he was once a student here. But what was his name again? Ar ru? no that was a fictional character, Artans? No another fictional character. Ah!

Fidelis walked to the young man now having precisely remembered his name. "Aurelio. I hope you are not lost in these hallways, it should not have been that long since last you did such." he said casually and with humorous intentions

Aurelio had hardly heard the footsteps of Headmaster Fedlis, though he was not startled by the older's voice. Turning to face him, Aurelio dipped his head in greeting, said action causing a few wavy strands of black hair to fall into his face. With one hand holding his Violin and bow, he brushed them back behind his ear, before taking his instrument back up in both arms.
"Ciao-- Hello, sir."
Aurelio corrected his slip ruefully. Italian had always been his main launguage on Earth, and he had known very little english. Now that he did, it simply... Didn't feel as natural. The young Angel shook his head softly,
"I do not believe I am-a lost..."
Aurelio's accent lilted his words to a subtle melody, as he blinked those lavender-green eyes and paused.
"I think."
Just as the young Angel was about to speak up, another voice answered for him.
"AAAAAUREEEELIOOOOOOOOOO~!"
The Angel standing before the headmaster was tackled in a flurry of wings and clothes, rolling nearly six feet across the floor. Feathers flew everywhere. Aurelio's green velvet hat was on the floor where he had previously been standing, his violin and bow clattering at the headmaster's feet, both sliding from the impact. What appeared to be another young Angel, a mirror image of Aurelio, save for a few looks, holding the passive Angel down at the shoulders, kneeling on his stomach.
"Heya, Aure! Did you miss me!?"
The boy asked cheerily.
Aurelio tried to get up with a cough, wincing.
"Lydian! Ero solo voi con dieci minuti fa! Perche tutto questo?"
Aurelio said in return, clearly agitated. Lydian frowned.
"Well, Then! Don't say hello to me!"
Aurelio tried to get up once more, though he was pinned. Saraneth and Kilvanio had clattered across the floor once more as well, both of the wooden puppets in their toy-like sizes. Aurelio murmured in defeat,
"Almeno il rispetto show, fratello. Stavo parlando al Preside quando mi hai affrontato..."

(Translations: "I was just with you ten minutes ago! Wht do all this!?"
"At least show respect, brother. I was speaking to the Headmaster when you tackled me..")

For a second Fidelis was planning on what sort of conversation to engage in with the other angel before a loud yelling drew him from his thoughts along with the sounds of two heavy impacts, one in front of him and the other on the floor. Ah the twins, he could never forget these two. The well behaved, artisitic and musical brother and then the very contradictory rascal brother. "Well I hate to bother the two of you. I know how you enjoy your time together." he said jokingly.

"But! It has been a while since I've seen the both of you so I do want to catch up with you. See how the both of you are doing. by the looks of it, well." Though one of them might not get it this was something that could be seen as getting along. Fidelsi picked up the objects that fell near his feet. The violin that had, more than once, been requested by teachers to stay in the angel's dorm room. Eventually Fidelis himself gave permission for it to be carried to classes. "The one who got me to change the policy on personal instruments, hard to forget you."

Lydian got to his feet, looking up at the Headmaster. He gave a good-natured salute, that bright smile never leaving his face.
"Evening, Cap'in!"
He chirped, oceanic eyes sparkling.
Aurelio rose to his feet as well, though took heed in his appearance. He pushed back his now unruly black hair, arranging it neatly over his ears and features. The once-blind Angel also straightened out his coat, taking pride in his appearance now that he could see himself. Aurelio was a handsome, yet solemn young man, his supple skin not creased with dimples from smiling and laughing, unlike his twin. Satisfied, Aurelio gave his thanks to the Headmaster, putting his hat back on, then taking back his violin carefully.
Getting along? Aurelio looked utterly perplexed, while Lydian simply laughed and put an arm around his brother. The passive twin of the two sighed softly. He never enjoyed too much rough handling(Snicker, and you loose), a trait of never knowing who was touching him while blind. Even Lydian knew to draw back once he felt Aurelio stiffen.
While his brother was carefully handling his puppets, Lydian began speaking with the headmaster.
"Well, I got in trouble the other day for the silliest reason! I had only impersonated a teacher's voice to make a friend of mine laugh! She was down that day, but no one around here seems to have a good sense of humor! Well, besides you, sir."
Lydian smirked,
"Other than that, it's been great. You know, whenever Mr. Anti-Social over there isn't stopping to stare at every single darned thing."
A scoff was heard from Aurelio's direction,
"I have good reason!"
He protested lightly, occupied by checking Kilvanio's left shoulder. The wire seemed to be bent... Looking up, the Angel smiled at Fidelis- a rare thing indeed.
"I can't thank you enough for changing that rule, Headmaster."

Just as energetic as always, was Lydian. Fidelis white eyes turned to the boy. "The staff have to be strict, even I lose my humour when in the class room. It is what you might call being professional. We all must learn to do it at some point. Your brother can stare at things if he wants, he seems to take in the beauty of the world around him and this is something most do not do. I would suggest you stop every now and then to see just what you are missing."

Then those milky white orbs moved back over to Aurelio. "Well, to be honest I could tell you were happier with that violin around. It took some convincing but I did convince everyone it was for the best. It was impressive, more students in fact started carrying instruments around, and to be honest they were more involved with each other. The staff just stopped trying to get me to change it back after seeing all that. Also I know you have good reason to stare at things but why not stare more at some of the females?" He said jokingly. the both of these two had things they could work on and things he could make fun of, while being completely serious about it. It was simply the way he was presenting these suggestions to them that was funny.

Lydian crossed his arms, mumbling.
"Why be so strict when it's more fun to just do the work while talking?"
The boy didnt like being cooped up in the academy. Teachers had long ago realized punishing him by making him do laps around the campus wasn't really punishing, because he enjoyed it. And he always came back smiling. Well, then again, Lydian was almost always smiling...
"That's why he's late to class constantly, though! Aure's always staring at stuff, and I don't care- it's not natural!"
"Like someone who loves building dinosaurs with marshmallows and toothpicks isnt natural?"
"SHUT UP. THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL DINOSAURS!"
It was quite entertaining, really. How Lydian could be so bi-polar, and Aurelio never raising his voice, or changing expression. He was irritated, yes. But few thigs made the musically inclined twin actually rage.
Aurelio smiled at the Headmaster's remarks about how he helped the society, but that last comment... Well, Aurelio took a sudden interest in Kilvanio's ears, staring intently at the puppet. He finally replied quietly,
"Because that would be rude."
It was silent, until Lydian snickered and whispered to Fidelis,
"And because no girl would want a man who spends part of his time playing with dolls."
That was one way to set Aurelio off. He looked up, his lavender-green eyes ablaze,
"MY PUPPETS ARE NOT DOLLS, YOU OVERESTIMATED VOICE ACTOR!"
"ANTI-SOCIAL STREET RAT WHO PLAYS A WORN OUT, SEWAGE WASHED BLOCK OF WOOD!"
"YOU...!"
Aurelio's free hand clenched into a fist. He looked about ready to sik his puppets on his twin.

"Maybe staring is the wrong word, then. Looking at them, yes girls actually loved to be looked at. It isn't the same as staring." Though the conversation seemed to begin getting a bit harder to control. "Dinosaurs?" He chuckled lightly at this. "There is no such thing as natural among people, I am afraid. Callnig something "natural" is discrimination against things that are "unnatural" much like ethnicity conflicts. Though this is an opinion of my own." were they listening? They were talknig to eahc other now about whether or not a girl would even be interested in Aeurelio. then came the yelling.

it was defenitely time to intervene. Immediately the two would be contained in his isolation powers, their areas of space isolated separately from everything around them. They would no longer hear each other nor anything around them. aurelio would simply hit an invisible wall if he went through with the punch. fidelis stepped forward and freed the two before picknig them up by their collars. "Now, now. there are classes going on right now. Why don't we take this to my office?" He said glaring at the two of them, his milky white eyes probably softening the threat of it, but the waving of his jet black hair due to some flaring of his magical energy would be more than intimidating enough to cover for this. he would then give a smile that would e betrayed by the thick aura aronud him as he gave a gentle threat to the pair. "Or would you rather cause a ruckus in my school in the middle of the hallway?"

Aurelio did not go through with the punch, luckily. The young man closed his eyes and went limp in defeat under Fidelis' grip, while Lydian apologized and crossed his arms, sticking his tounge out at his brother.
Aurelio didnt look up, however. He was staring solemnly at the ground. To him, his music was everything. It was how he had seen the world, how he had earned food for the night, and money for a place to sleep... To insult that.. Was beyond cruel. Lydian simply didnt comprehend how much Aurelio was not only offended, but broken by his comments. When blind, the young minstrel had only one thing he knew. His violin. Aurelio knew every carving, every surface, every string of the instrument. He could only guess at what his brother looked like then, only assume he knew the streets of Venice... But nothing was as special as that violin. Francesca, their older sister, had found it on the shore of the grand canal. She had fashioned a bow, strung with her own hair, and given it to Aurelio as a present a year after the illness took his sight. Francesca... He missed her. He missed home. He missed Venice, his city of bridges.
A tear rolled down Aurelio's cheek, though his hair covered his eyes.

Fidelis saw them calm down, but more importantly the tear that formed from aurelio's eye. he set the two down and let go of them. Looking over at Lydian and gesturing for him to take a good look at his own brother. fixating his eyes on the boy now to see him struggling, no. He knew that kind of pain, the pain of loss. The boy had just taken the straight and easy path to gain his sympathy. "Aurelio is something bothering you? You can come to my office and take a rest there if you require." He shot a look at Lydian to see if the boy noticed it at all before looking back to the brother.

Lydian didnt stop to look at Aurelio. Seething, the boy took off down the hall, exiting into the open. Running was how the spitfire of the twins relieved his anger, and that he did. Lydian was stressed, and scared, and homesick, just as his brother was. He just took it out in a different way.
Aurelio hid his face in his hands, dropping to his knees once he was released. His black hair shrouded his features, though by the trembling and juddering of his shoulders, it was clear he was either crying or trying hard not to.
"Please."
Was his only reply to Fidelis. He wanted to just get away from his brother... He loved Lydian to death and back, really... But since they both... Died, Lydian hit by a car, and Aurelio poisoned, they seemed farther apart than ever. could it be that Lydian felt useless, now that he did not have to aid his blind brother?

Fidelis didn't respond at all, simply helped the young man rise to his feet as he began to escort him down the hall, the other of the brothers having long vanished to the wind he had darted through. Once at the office Fidelis gave one of the more comfortable chairs to Aurelio. Then proceeded to lock the door. He would then sit in his own chair at his desk and look over at Aurelio. "Aul." A short version of the angel's name he was using now to shorten the sense of distance between them. "I am sorry to see that. I know what that pain is, there is someone you were thinking about at that moment. Someone lost to you. Though, more to it than just that. Please I am here to listen to anything if you will allow me. If I may I myself have lost someone close to me. Although anybody in heaven might tell you otherwise, I have a sibling. My dear sister, whom I lost upon my death."

Aurelio took a breath and looked up slowly to the headmaster- no, Fidelis- before him. His beautiful, lavender-fringed green eyes were glassy with tears, his cheeks flushed lightly and wet.
"I... I..."
Fidelis, too, had lost family? Aurelio didnt know how to start. He felt he could speak freely to this man, this great figure... But where to start?
"I miss my city of bridges."
and with that first line, it just started coming out. He had kept his past hidden so long... It just came gushing from his lips.
"I-I was born and raised in Venice, Italy... My... My mother and father- Catalina and Lucian... They were dancers. Not gypsies, dancers. Always out trying to earn coins for us to eat... Though there was never enough. We went to sleep hungry more often than not, all of us in one bed, because we didnt have any blankets to keep warm... Father would sometimes sleep on the floor, or mother..."
He took a breath,
"We didnt have much of a house. For the most part, we lived in this old shed Father had patched up... The roof leaked, the bitter winter air always came In, it wasn't... Hospitable. Whatever clothes we had were made of scraps of clothing, stitched up by mama or Francesca..."
Aurelio smiled weakly,
"Mama always said she could never buy Lydian and I clothes, because we grew so fast... But we all knew it was because of money. I remember... One winter, papa came home with a goat. A scruffy thing she was, but valuable... He claimed he found her by the canal, woterlogged and unable to get up.. Mama and Francesca nursed her back to health. In return, she gave us milk to sell. we could rarely drink it ourselves, because... Well, it was obvious we needed to sell it."
Aurelio, by now, was crying. But he didnt care.
"There were six of us. Mama, Papa, Francesca, Lydian, Felicity, and myself. Though Felicity died when she was born... It was too cold. We didnt have enough blankets for her..."
Aurelio stumbled over the words,
"Francesca and I used to go down to the ocean and pick shells. All sorts of shells. Sometimes we'd accidentally pick a live one, and get squirted in the face..."
He laughed weakly, "But we made necklaces to sell. When mama hurt her ankle, we needed more money... Lydian and I went out as beggars, Francesca sold out necklaces, papa sold the milk... But... We never had enough. Mama died in her sleep one night, laying next to father."
Aurelio looked up to Fidelis.
"He said he saw an angel take her, and he didnt cry, because he knew she was safe."

Fidelis listened intently to boy's story. Of their poverty in this city called, Venice, having not lived in the normal world of earth he only knew it as a well known city for the humans. The story.. undoubtedly got to him. He walked aronud his desk to the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm.... sorry. Such a rough life. Much like my own." Perhaps talking of himself would help the boy speak some more, to get it all out. "Where I was born, I didn't find out until about the age of 18 that it wasn't even a part of Earth. Something separated from it where my sister and parents lived off the land. We were mostly farmers and lived on our crops. And off the wildlife we hunted and killed for ourselves. but I suppose that was not too different from how it was back then on Earth anyway. before I turned 18 I lost my parents to illness and had to protect my sister, who in turn was learning healing magic to take care of me. Without our parents, we decided. That we'd leave that place. We couldn't live with just the two of us and there had to be others."

Telling this, it was a bit strange but hopefully he would get across just how much fidelis was sympathising with the angel. "but we found our land limited and we were trapped, by what force we knew not. But it was there and we couldn't leave. When we came back home our parent's their bodies were gone. We didn't know what happened to them. But we continued to live, regardless. I with my barrier magic, her with her healing. I learned that something was hunting us from the wild. Something new, strong, and intelligent." His eyes looked down at the boy. "Have you ever heard of a wendigo?"

Aurelio looked up to the Angel before him, feeling the least bit comforted by the touch, despite his usual status of despising any bodily contact. He wiped his eyes, listening.
"Magic... Magen, we call it." he said softly. There was still so much for him to say... He listened,
"My... Father was hung. For magen. Though... He was innocent... People looked at us with such disgust, because they thought ufa to be gypsies..."
Aurelio looked back up to Fidelis,
"Gypsies were not welcome in Venice."
He blinked slowly as the story continued. He could only imagine what it was like... So far, yet so close to a sibling... And then he realized that he did. With two. Francesca, alone on earth... And Lydian, apart in mind.
"No... Sir, I have not..."
Aurelio murmured,
"I fell deathly ill when I was fifteen years... I couldn't get out of bed for a year... But... It was truly God's blessing I survived. Though... In compensation, the illness took my sight. I was blind for ten years."
That explained his love of admiring things to Fedilis.
"I... I'm sorry... I am rambling..."

A small chuckle escaped him. "No, no please say all that is on you mind, Aur. I am here to listen to everything you want to get off your chest." After saying this he went over to a table near the side of the room, picking out to glasses from inside it and taking it over to the wall, which opened to reveal a variety of beverages, though most of it was tea. "Let me tell you, Aur. Wendigoes are nasty creatures. You'll never find a better hunter in all of the worlds of Heaven, Earth, and Hell than they are. Intelligent, cunning, and generally strong along with their unbelievable speed. This is what was hunting me and my sister in that place. She didn't know, though. Being the hunter I was the one who saw the signs of its presence. The signs indicating that it was watching us, every second of every day. Practically letting me taste its desire to consume us. An important part of my story is to know that wendigoes used to be human. before they were trapped and became cannibals. Some believe this act of consuming another grants amazing powers, physical strength and speed. they aren't wrong but it comes with a cost."

"Wendigoes are always hungry. this develops over years as they become less than humans and lust only after the flesh of other humans. This is what was hunting me and my sister back then and were it not for my barrier magic, well magen as you know it. We would have been consumed long before the two of us actually died." An illness took his sight, this he actually knew about. he had been told this one time when the angel was enrolled. One of the very few things that an angel had seen of the human life of the child, having been watched, having been chosen to rise to heaven along with his brother. "What would you like?" he said turning to the younger angel.

Aurelio gave a weak smile to Fedilis, wiping his eyes. He felt like the headmaster was like his father... Kind, proud, caring yet strict... He felt secure in this room, with him. Like all of his fears were gone.
Aurelio listened intently to the retelling of Fedilis' life. Listening was what he did best. Aurelio always listened, because he used to depend on it. On Lydian's whispering, letting his know where to step, when there were stairs... Francesca teaching him violin... All sounds he cherished.
The young Angel was a bit frightened by the tale. Cannibalism? He folded his hands tightly in his lap. That was... Unnerving.
"You were very brave..."
He murmured, tilting his head,
"Protecting your sister... Like Francesca, protecting me always when father was gone.."
He trailed off distantly, but looked back as he was offered a beverage.
"Ah... No thank you, sir."
Aurelio changed his mind,
"Do you have any white wine?"

A small chuckle escaped him again. He poured the angel a glass of white wine as he asked, pouring some green tea for himself. "I might have some myself if I were not on school grounds." Saying this he took the galls over to the angel and sat once more. "You have many reasons not to back down when you are protecting someone. Is Francesca the person you were thinking of back there? I would like to know more about her, if you don't mind." He had said enough about his own story, it was time to focus on the boy in front of him. "It seems like she was very important to you."

Aurelio laughed with Fedilis. Actually laughed. A chiming sound it was, like bells... Though it was almost never heard.
"I won't breathe a word, Sir."
He smiled,
"I'm Venetian. We are attracted to wine."
As he looked up at the headmaster after taking a sip of the sweet alcoholic drink, he set his glass down and said,
"I was thinking of... Many things in the hallway."
He said lightly,
"As you can imagine, my music was... Is everything to me. For my brother to... To disgrace that... He doesn't understand how much even words hurt."
The young minstrel looked at his beloved Rosewood Violin and bow, both sitting on Fedilis' desk. When asked about Francesca, he hesitated.
"Francesca... Is my sister. Older sister. She... Basically raised Lydian and I, since mother and father were away so much... She's the one who gave me my violin."
Aurelio looked down at his glass,
"If you met her... You'd swear she was already an Angel, though she still lives... I haven't seen her in so long..."
Aurelio sighed quietly, closing his eyes.

Something else he could sympathise with. Something more dear to him than almost anything. Music for Aurelio, for Fidelis it was his father's teachings. Something that was trampled on once. But the days that would set him off were long gone. He had his own set of values and principles separate from his father's. "Sometimes people will be quite ignorant. I doubt he means to hurt you as much as he did, though."

A smile grew over his face as he heard about the older sister. "Well, by the sounds of it you'll be able to see her again. Even if it is before she arrives here, in heaven. I just hope your wait is no where near as long as my own. It's been five thousand years since I lost my younger sister. I still haven't the slightest clue where she is. Except that she is not here in heaven. And not in half the places on Earth." Which bode that she was most likely in the one place he least wanted to learn she was in, Hell. He entered it once, and was quickly repelled. He didn't have the time he needed to look. "Look forward to seeing her again. At least remember she will be here one day."

Aurelio nodded thoughtfully,
"I know Lydian means good... But when he tackles me, hurting me in doing so, when he jokes with what I do not find funny... It's hard."
Aurelio sighed,
"My shoulders are as stiff as a board from him."
Rolling his neck with a wince, Aurelio sipped his glass, listening in.
"Five... Thousand years?"
He put down his glass.
"That's... Beyond long. Sir... Do you... Need any help?"
Aurelio blinked honestly. He liked Fidelis, and would help the headmaster if he could. Looking up cost him a flinch, however.

Now fidelis looked away from the other angel. His eyes hidden behind the infinitely black strands of his hair that hung in the way. He wasn't able to look at the boy now. How could he ask him for help? What if Clarus was in hell? Or worse, a demon? How would heaven react to him saving a demon? Would they find him dishonourable? Would they criticise? It didn't matter what they did, he had to find her and ensure she was okay. The worst that COULD happen is if she were a demon in hell, and she wanted to stay. He had thought about it many times but he just wasn't sure what he would do if that were the case. "I can't ask you to help me with such thing. I have looked across half of earth and through all of heaven for her. I haven't even found a single hint to a trail for me to follow." His hand clenched into a fist now, hidden by the desk though.

"You should worry about the safety of your own sister. For she is still not lost to you. Perhaps I should find an excuse to take you to Earth to see her again. Even if from afar, simply to see that she is okay." He hadn't even checked Venice. he could so easily use the excuse of having to search for his sister. Only the queen would know of his situation aside from Aurelio who was before him and would grant him permission to go. Even if his search went no better than it had before. Fidelis had to ease up, he imagined the sound of a waterfall, of the cool water and took in deep breaths. Able to put on a fake smile he once again turned to the boy before him. "If you ever want to, I can certainly arrange it."

"...Sir."
Aurelio began, rising to his feet. He set his glass down, and tilted his head.
"It takes one who has been blind to hear the emotion in your voice. I have learned to listen, not see."
Aurelio decided to risk it,
"You remind me of my father, Sir... And Francesca. I disliked witnessing either of them upset, and I couldn't live without them. You have put me in a bigger debt than you know, letting mw speak freely... I could only hope to repay it. If you do not wish me to travel as far as hell and back with you, then I will not protest. Though i will promise to help you, if you let me."
Aurelio looked up at the older with a genuine smile,
"Ti Amo, Headmaster Fidelis."

Fidelis stared at the boy for a brief moment. Indeed hiding something like that from this boy would be no easy matter. He could see the will of the child in his face, his eyes, his voice, everything about him really. "I can't ask you to do any more than search Earth every now and then. If..... if... if she is in Hell. I can't ask you to go there with me. It would be far too dangerous for you." And as long as I have Imperium, there would only be one down there that I'd have to worry about confronting. Zavier knows nothing of the sword, it didn't even exist back when I first went down there. Nobody knows about it, not even the queen. All this he thought to himself. "Thank you for your concern, that is really all I feel you need to give me. But only I will only allow me to throw my life aside for this, being obviously the amount of dedication needed to get anywhere with this."

What else was there to say? This was nothing less than the truth for him. "I've already done things I'd have never wanted to do to protect her. I stressed at how important it was to know that wendigoes were once human. But think about it. The only humans in that land were me, my sister, and my parents." Even he should figure it out. "I am surprised I even made it to heaven I should be the one who is lost, don't you think? I already tainted myself and I don't want to see the same happen to anyone else. Thus another cause of my hesitance to ask for help in this."

Aurelio listened, as he did best, and really caught the meaning behind each word. He knew the feeling. The feeling of helplessness, with your sister being so far away without contact, the worry, the fear... He knew the blinding rage that seared from head to toe when the sister is insulted or held captive. Or hurt in your place.
Aurelio bowed his head.
"Then I do swear to help as far as you need, and to never disobey your word."
He said solemnly.
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Lydian was just coming back into the halls, unfortunately for him, right as everyone was leaving. He fought through a crows of studious angels, a few teachers mumbling that he wasn't in class, and even a few Angels asking what happened earlier. Not answering any, once he was clear, the boy ran up to a nearby teacher.
"Headmaster's office?"
Pointed in the right direction, the Angel sprinted off, and knocked on the door. He was drenched in water from the rain outside.