Kira

Evrick drove the two to the station. "You sure you wanna ask her?" He asked as he finished off his cigarette. "I'm sure, you don't have to monitor me." Shelley answered as she got out of the car, not waiting for him. "Hey I'm just looking out for you, you know how Miss Kelley is." He responded, dropping his cigarette out the window and stomping on it once his door was open. Slamming his door and locking the car before following Shelley inside.

They reached Miss Kelley's office, knocking on her door. "Come in." A stern voice called out, Evrick leaned against the doorframe. Nodding for Shelley to go first, Shelley groaned and opened the door. A stern purple haired woman with glasses and a perfect suit sat at the desk, eating some nachos. "Hello Miss Kelley, may we speak with you?" Shelley nervously asked, the woman raised her gaze to them before pointing to the chairs in front of her desk. Shelley and Evrick looked at each other before sinking slowly into the chairs. "What's the reason for the visit?" Miss Kelley sternly asked. "Well we received a call from some hikers up the trail in Everstone forest, Pages with disturbing imagery and writing were found near the creek." Shelley explained, causing Miss Kelley to raise an eyebrow. "What about it? Probably some kids playing a prank." She asked while observing Shelley. "Well we have reason to believe it belongs to The Butcher." The name made Miss Kelley's tough exterior fall. "The Butcher?" She asked, putting all her attention on Shelley. "Yes ma'am, we have old finger prints from the case and I'm sure the pages have some finger prints." Shelley explained causing Miss Kelley to furrow her brow. "And you're sure these are from him?" She asked with the most emotion the two have seen from her. "Yes Ma'am, it has exclusive details matching the case. It was also only ten miles from the barn the killings took place in." Evrick answered, turning to Shelley to pop the question. Shelley gulped hard as she turned her gaze to Miss Kelley. "And with your permission we would like to reopen the case." Shelley finally asked, there was an uncomfortable silence as Miss Kelley thought for a moment, the only sound being the screeching wind outside.

"You know, my sister was his last victim. She was kidnapped with her friend and although that friend made it, she didn't. If you can grant not only my family but the countless families he broke with closure then you have my full permission to pursue this case. I believe if anyone could solve it, it'd be you two." Miss Kelley expressed with tears in her eyes, Evrick and Shelley sat in shock, realizing the full extent of the damage this man did to the community. "We'd be honored, Miss Kelley." Shelley answered, shaking her hand before moving out of the room, Evrick in her follow.

"I had no clue that had happened to her sister." Shelley blurted out as the two sat in the break room. "Which makes it even more urgent for us to get started on the case." Evrick responded, sipping his soda as he pushed himself off the counter. "Where's the photos we took?" He added on. "Right here." Shelley answered as she opened her pocket, scattering them on the table before going to grab an evidence file. Evrick searched through the photos, placing them in piles before one caught his eye. An unfamiliar object was in the photo, so he thought before he took a closer look and it struck him. An unclothed skinny, pale, blonde woman was crouched behind a tree. Her position was unnatural as well as her appearance, her pupils were wide like saucers as her gaze was completely on the camera. Something about her was inhumane, something Evrick couldn't describe, her crouch looked incredibly stiff as only her knees bent, she sent chills down Evrick's spine.

It was another grueling day as a sheriff at Mistwood, a once quiet town until evidence from the biggest murder recorded in Mistwood started resurfacing in a forest nearby. Evrick Sawyer leaned back in his chair, tangling his hands in his short curly blonde hair, sighing as he scrolled through another useless document until his radio sparked with noise. An announcement breaking the silence. "Sawyer, Could you drive out to Everstone Forest? We got some disturbing images out here." Evrick's partner radioed in. "Copy that Earlston." Evrick reached for his keys, leaving his office the mess it was and making his way to his car. Upon arriving at the Everstone forest the sun had already started setting, making the forest an eerie site. Evrick moved under the police tape over to the scene his partner stood at, a tall ginger woman with tan skin and dimples. "What's the call this time Shelley? Some kids spray painting graffiti?" Evrick groaned at the idea of cleaning spray paint again. "Not quite, some hikers went through and found these." Shelley Earlstone informed as she held up a ziplock bag with disturbing images of violence and journal entries. "The fuck?" Evrick breathed out. "What are they though? I don't get why this needs both of us out here?" He asked with a raised brow, filing through three ziplock bags.

"Well we have reason to believe it came from The Butchers journal." Shelley informed Evrick, resting her hand on her gun by her waist. "The Butcher? You mean the serial killer from fifty three years ago? The one who killed fifteen kids? That butcher?" Evrick looked at Shelley with disbelief. "Well for your information smartass they include exclusive information about the murders, who else would know that?" Shelley explained, showing each note individually. "Even if these are his notes, how did they get here? And why are we investigating it? It's been fifty three years Shell." Evrick argued. "We could bring reassurance to the families that we finally caught the man who killed their babies. Don't forget that's our job Ev." Shelley fired back, Evrick sighed as he listened to her, she always knew how to get through to him. "Fine, but we need to leave the rest of the pages on the ground and take photos of how they were placed, show'em to the boss." Evrick guided. "Perfect." Shelley simply stated as she told the crew to leave the pages and take photos.

"Oh hello Mr. Theodore." Alan nervously greeted, Mr. Theodore sighed, he was going to ban Alan from the booth until he saw William. "Ah, Hello William." Mr. Theodore greeted, leaning against the counter of the booth to be near William's height. "Hello, Mr. Theodore." William replied, looking around the booth. "Are you here with....him?" Mr. Theodore asked, referring to Alan. "Unfortunately so." William answered. "Hey! What's so bad about me? And where's your friend you wanted to see?" Alan uttered nervously under the gaze of Mr. Theodore. "You're right in front of him." William bluntly confirmed, Alan looked at him with a surprised look. "So you're the nerd? You're friends with our science TEACHER? Could you get him to give me an A?" Alan sputtered, causing William to roll his eyes.  "I've known William since he was a baby, I assure our relationship at school is professional. Regardless of me being his mentor or not." Mr. Theodore clarified. "Mentor?! Jeez Will, everyone seems to gravitate to you." Alan snickered. "No, that's just you gravitating to me." William bluntly stated. "Mr. Theodore, I came along to see if you're available in your lab next week? I have things I'd like to discuss." William asked, taking a flier for the poetry club. "Why of course, the lab is always open for you, William." Mr. Theodore smiled at him, William nodded and started making his way to another club, Alan rushed to keep up.

"You need to stop being that, you keep leaving me behind, it's almost on purpose!" Alan exclaimed. "Wow, who knew." William responded. "Also hello??? He smiled at you, I've never seen him smile at someone before." Alan sputtered. "He's always been like that with me, believe it or not but he's a mushy guy when it comes to affection." William confirmed, his expression softening as he explained his and Evan's relationship. Alan's eyes lit up as he saw William's expression soften for the first time. A few minutes later the two are looking at the map of the booths. "So we've been to every club except Drama and Fencing." Alan explained, William perked up. "Drama? Let's go there." William looked around for it. "Drama? Why would you wanna go there?" Alan asked but got no response, he sighed and just followed William there.

William sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, he scanned his surroundings before his gaze landed on Floral who had removed his mask since the last time he saw him. He had an over the shoulder cloak around his shoulders. His hair was a beautiful light golden blonde color with a small braid in the front, his green and brown heterochromia eyes made his hair color stand out even more. He had lightly dotted freckles over his tan skin tone, he was absolutely beautiful, so much so that even William could admit it, but he wasn't one for looks. William gently approached Floral, clearing his throat. "Hello, my name is William Austen." William greeted, holding out his hand. "Oh hello, my name is Floral Abhartach, are you looking for Merle? You know, for the club?" Floral smiled, William finally noticed his teeth gap and dimples. He looked gorgeous to William. "No, I'm not. I came over to talk to you actually, I heard you're pretty good at science? I wanted to ask if you can help me with practicing for the next exam?" William asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh? Well I'm sure I can, here's my phone number so we can make plans." Floral smiled as he took Williams hand and a pen, writing his phone number on his palm. "Thank you, I'm looking forward to our plans." William tried saying but Alan interrupted him. "Will, I was looking for you, C'mon let's go." He started dragging William away.

"That was rude Alan." William said as they walked through all the students. "What's rude is you ditching me to make friends, I thought you said friends are a waste of time?" Alan exclaimed. "Yeah and I still do, but what's it to you?" William asked, looking over at Alan. "Nothing but you kind of just left me there man." Alan responded.  "Well I'm here now, let's just look for another club." William said, He looked to the remaining clubs, spotting the poetry club. "Speaking of friends, I have one to visit." William quickly made his way to the poetry club. "Oh c'mon!" Alan sighed as he followed William.

William grumbled but picked five cards from the hand, passing them back to Ernest who did the same spread as before. A circle of the other cards with the chosen five in the middle, Ernest picked one up and presented it to them. It was an upright Nine of Pentacles. "An upright Nine of Pentacles, it seems you're hard working and motivated and that hard work will pay off. You will earn your spot and can enjoy the life you will give yourself but that's not all. There's something missing, to get you further in your journey, don't pass it up." Ernest explained before setting it down. William could only nod in acknowledgement, he was used to praise.

Ernest scooped the next card up into their hands, revealing an upright Queen of Swords. "Hm, You tell things how it is, you may expect the same from others. You emphasize the importance of making decisions with facts not emotions, you look at facts before you make any decision." Ernest set the card down in the circle. "Yep, sounds like Will alright." Alan commented as he smirked.

Ernest slid the next card into their hand, showing that the card is a reversed Knight of Wands. "Heavy blow huh? You may feel frustrated with the progress you aren't making. You have a loss in power and may try to compensate for something you don't have control over." Ernest bluntly stated, William perked up. "What? What does that stupid card know anyway?" William argued. "Your decision, whether you refuse the reading or not but rest assured it does not mix up readings." Ernest calmly explained before moving on.

Ernest picked up the final suit card, An reversed Ten of Cups. "There may be a mask over your family, portraying it as perfect while you see it for how it really is, broken and unrealistic. Perhaps you have a falling out with a family member or two." Ernest suggested as they placed the card down, William refused to respond to that statement causing Ernest to move on.

Ernest spread out the tarot cards in a circle carefully, presenting them for Alan to pick from. "Pick truthfully, follow your intuition." Ernest advised as Alan hesitantly picked his five cards, handing them back to Ernest who set the cards in the middle of the circle. "Why don't we start with the suits and leave the Major Arcana for last hm?" Ernest explained before picking up a card and presenting it to the two, it was the Eight of Wands. "An upright Eight of wands, you're rather quick to act, you make your decisions fast and without second thoughts." Ernest explained, gently setting the card down. "Oh, that's a bad one isn't it?" Alan sighed. "That's up to you, no card is bad nor good, it's to help better understand yourself and your nature. It could mean you act impulsively and without care but it could also mean you're sure of yourself and act how you see fit in that situation." Ernest replied. "Oh, See William? The tarot thing isn't that bad" Alan looked to William who just focused on the cards.

Ernest picked up another card, An upright Eight of Cups. "A lot of eights, hm? It seems there's something you need to walk away from in life, it seems to be asking you if the love you're seeking from someone is one that actually fulfills you or not." Ernest stated, Alan's confident demeanor fell for a moment before he quickly fixed it. "What? That's nonsense of course it is! If we're talking about friends not family that is." Alan quietly added, Ernest flashed him a knowing look before setting the card down and moving on.

Ernest showcased another card, An upright Queen of Pentacles. "Ah, a personal favorite of mine. It notices you as nurturing and caring to whom you hold close, as well as a talented business person. Success is your reading," Ernest flashed a warm smile to Alan as he set the card down. "Finally a good one, man you're good at this stuff." Alan responded, clearly interested in the reader's abilities.

Ernest presented the last suit card for Alan, an reversed Ace of Swords, Ernest sighed. "We were bound to get a reversed." Alan raised an eyebrow at their statement. "Is it a bad thing?" Alan leaned back in his chair. "Cards don't mean good or bad in my view, it's advice so it's how you take it if it means good or bad." Ernest explained before continuing. "A reversed Ace of Swords means you fail to communicate properly or see the other perspective of things, you may not know how some things you say affect others. Take small steps in difficult situations, work through it over time." Ernest stated before setting it down. "Uhm, yea, i'll try.." Alan nervously spat out.

William sat sluggishly at a bench, watching students passing him by as he thought about what Wayne said. "He's so full of himself, always assuming things about others." William thought, he quickly got interrupted by someone tugging on him, someone he could only guess as Alan. "Hey will! Where's Wayne? Did he leave already?" Alan asked, standing next to William. "He left an hour ago." William answered bluntly. "Oh? How come?" puzzled Alan as he looked at William. "The club was shut down, so he ran off to find Jacob." William looked up at Alan, taking note that he didn't have his usual grin which was quickly changed when Alan heard William's response. "Well that means more clubs for us!" Alan beamed as he grabbed William's hand. "C'mon! Let's go!" Alan dragged William to the booths.

William looked around as he and Alan walked around, the Occult club catching his eye. "Why don't we check that out?" William asked, Merle and Floral were at the booth with their typical masks on, Floral especially caught William's eye. "You wanna go there? The place filled with all goths and freaks?" Asked Alan as his expression turned to a puzzled one. "Those are stereotypes, Alan, Plus Merle is a house leader." William made his way there regardless, Alan rushed to catch up. "Ah, Hello to the Occult club, how could I help you?" Merle asked with a welcoming demeanor. "Not much, We're here to just observe." William answered, his gaze flicking to Floral occasionally. "Very well, Please enjoy the club activities" Merle bowed before greeting new guests, William looked around the booth before looking over to Floral. He was about to approach him but Alan grabbed his arm and dragged him next to a mysterious tent next to the Occult booth. "Dude there's a sad little tent over here that does tarot readings! Wanna go get some?" Alan bubbled. "You believe in tarot?" William asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well duh, Who doesn't love the idea of your future being read to you?" Alan commented. "Me, but I suppose we can." William could barely get the rest of his sentence out as Alan dragged him inside the tent.

“Hard to remember, I never paid attention to other speeches but if i recall he kinda just worms out what people don’t like about the school and promises to fix it. He kept some promises but completely ignored others. Why?” Lee questioned William. “No reason, just looking to run for leader.” William answers calmly, looking around the booth before stopping to look at Lee. “Say, I have to go look at other booths but don’t we have the same headroom teacher? Lane Shepard? Why don’t we talk more when his classes start?” William asks Lee which caused Wayne to look at William with suspicion. “I wouldn’t mind that, I hope you have a great day mister Austen.” Lee smiles at William who was already taking his leave.

William took slow steps next to Wayne, trying to get through the crowd of people. “Are you always going to act so, childish? I mean you barely know me Wayne and you act like you know exactly what type of person I am.” William asked bluntly, not stopping to look at Wayne. “Spoiler alert, I do. You’re arrogant and self centered.” Wayne crossed his arms over his chest. “Based on what exactly? I don’t recall us ever speaking to each other." William concluded. “Just because the others don’t see it doesn’t mean I don’t.” Wayne countered, causing William to snicker, the first personality he’s ever displayed that wasn’t anger. “Why don’t we just check out houses and get this over with, hm?” William directed them to the Fashion Design club.

A taller fashionable man sat behind the booth counter, looking awfully bored. “Fair warning, If you're friends with Jettson I do have pepper spray in my bag.” He said without a trace of amusement, he had the same vibe as a bored lunch lady. “ Jesus what did Jettson do to you?” Wayne asked, nervously stepping closer to the booth. “The question is what hasn’t he done.” William answered for him. The man leaned forward. “My name's Tatum Vincentt, I’m the leader of the Fashion Design club this year. What could I help you with?” Tatum yawned, annoyed that he had to be there. “Uhm, aren't you gonna advertise the club or?” Wayne asked, awkwardly standing there. “Don’t care, I barely wanna be here. But I’m student council so I have to.” William raised an eyebrow. “Student council, you work with Acanthus?” William seemed baffled that someone like Tatum worked with Acanthus. “Unfortunately so, he’s annoying and in the way constantly.” Tatum mentioned. “I thought he was fairly nice.” Wayne inquired, confused at why people thought so strongly about Acanthus. “Yeah, that’s his problem.” Tatum explained. “Why are you questioning me on my council member? You gonna join or not?” Tatum huffed, wanting to be left alone. “Fine fine we’ll go.” Wayne and William stepped away from the booth.

“What’s up with you? Why were you so blunt?” Jacob asked, not to be mean but because he was curious. “I think needing to sugar coat everything for people is unrealistic” William responded, Jacob sighed at his response and looked around, spotting the cooking club. “You know what, speaking of sugar, why don’t we go see the cooking club? They have samples and at least you have a friend there, one of the few.” Jacob asked, definitely referring to Ocean who was currently giving out samples to students. Jacob didn’t wait for a response, he dragged William to the cooking club booth.

As they arrived, Ocean instantly smiled at William. “Hello William! I met some of your friends.” pointing to Alan and Wayne, Alan with his face stuffed with samples. “Hey Will!” Alan waved, trying not to choke on the food. “Finally I can get another partner.” Wayne groaned, Alan didn’t seem to be the best partner. Shocker. “Well bye William!” Jacob grabbed Alan’s hand, dragging him away. “Wait! Jacob!” Wayne yelled after him but it seemed to land on deaf ears, he sighed. “Great.” Wayne stood next to William reluctantly.

“Hello Ocean, how’s your club going?” William asked him, looking at how well decorated the booth was. “Well our member list is completely full.” Ocean smiled back at him. “Aren’t the lists like 40 possible members?” Wayne asked in disbelief. “Yea they are, How I love the support from my fans” Ocean smiled, people did seem to love him, he’s almost to Jettson’s level. “What?” William asked with the same expression as Wayne. "I know right, how delightful! Wayne, why don’t you go ahead while I speak to William?” He asked politely. “I’m not gonna ask why you know my name, and you don’t gotta ask me twice.” Wayne went ahead of William, disappearing behind all the rowdy students.

To change the subject Jacob dragged William to the book club, which was led by Mr. Preston. “Hello Mr. Preston!” Jacob greeted him with a wide smile, Mr. Preston turned his attention to Jacob, smiling as he realized who he was. “Hello star student, I’m glad you came to view the book club, the rest of the students have been hell.” His gaze shifted to William, His eyes filling with recognition.  “Hello William.” He said quietly, William raised an eyebrow in surprise. “How do you know my name?” He questioned him. “You're that little kid Theodore used to bring around to work, your appearance didn't change much from then. Quite the troublemaker you were.” Mr. Preston sighed, remembering how William used to knock things over and at how Mr. Theodore just laughed when he did so and let Orion clean the mess. “Are you sure that wasn’t some other kid? I don't really remember you.” William asked, shocked that he used to know Mr. Preston. “Oh I’m sure, what other kid would Theodore let trash my office?” Mr. Preston scoffed. “Plus he wasn’t the only one who went to school with your parents.” Mr. Preston crossed his arms over his chest. “But you seem to be friends with Jacob so I’ll assume you're not the same troublemaker, unless Jacob stooped low to be your friend, wouldn’t be surprised considering he’s friends with that Chevalier kid.” “What’s your problem?” William inquired angrily, getting fed up with Mr. Preston’s assumptions, Jacob quickly interrupted. “He doesn’t mean it sir, I’m very sorry about that.” Jacob quickly excused William’s behavior. “Don’t be Jacob, why don’t we talk later hm? You have plenty of clubs to view.” Mr. Preston told Jacob, not giving William an ounce of attention which annoyed William to no end.  Jacob nodded and quickly pulled William away from the booth.

“What’s wrong with that guy's attitude? He thinks he can just treat me like that?” William fumed, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s just kind of like that to some, and everyone's gonna treat you like that, your status out of school doesn't matter here.” Jacob explained to William. “Also, are you alright? I noticed you seem to explode over the tiniest of comments.” Jacob added on. “What’s that supposed to mean Jacob? Are you trying to say something about me?” William accused as he looked at Jacob. “Nothing! Uhhh, look! The photography club! Why don't we go there.” He nervously suggested, trying to change the subject. William hummed and made his way to the photography club.

“Haii! My name is Acanthus Morrison. I’m the head of the student council and I'm leading the Yearbook club this year!” Williams' jaw dropped. This guy was the head of the student council? He seemed too friendly for a position like that which made William wonder if his bubbly personality was just a mask. “Hello, Mr. Morrison.” He hesitantly shook his hand, observing him closely. “Hello Acanthus! May you explain the Yearbook club this year?” Jacob grinned

“Oh! Well the Yearbook club will as in the name work on the 2025-2026 yearbook! You will also help with events such as the October dance and work closely with me and the head council.” Acanthus beamed with positivity, no wonder he was the face of the school. William thought for a moment, this club would help a lot with getting him in the higher ranks but yet again it would basically be torture for someone like him. He decided to wait and view the other clubs first, he looked over to Jacob who was writing his name on the possible member list clipboard. “Thank you, it would be great to work with you Mr. Lawrence!” Acanthus told Jacob before greeting new guests to the booth, William and Jacob searched for another club to view. “Yearbook? Didn’t know something like that was your style.” William observed, looking over at Jacob. “I always loved working on the yearbooks, I was a part of the yearbook club last year. I have to say I like Acanthus a lot more as the leader than last year's leader.” Jacob sighed, remembering last year.  “Who was the leader last year?” William asked, folding his hands in front of himself while they walked. “It was Jettson, let's just say he's not the greatest boss ever.” Jacob chuckled nervously, William perked up at the mention of Jettson. “Jettson? Really? That egotistical asshole went for the Yearbook club?” William asked, it didn’t seem like something Jettson would do. “He had no intention of it at first but his prince, Raiden, went into the Yearbook club so he decided to lead it for him.” Jacob explained nervously, he seemed a little uneasy at the mention of Raiden. “What’s up with that Raiden guy anyway? He’s glued to Jettisons' side like a lost cat.” William asked, wanting to know more about Magnolia.

William strutted out to the courtyard, observing the tents and booths being swarmed with students from the stairs, raising an eyebrow at it.  As he was just watching people Alan and the others strolled up to William. “Heyyy Will, you ready for club day?” He smiled as he stood next to William, Jacob waved and smiled at William. “Club day? I thought it was house day?” William looked over to where Alan and the others were standing. “They changed it because Magnolia and Pinewood had a huge fight, so they changed the days to give them some time.” Jacob explained to William, folding his hands behind his back.

William rolled his eyes, it made sense for someone like Jettson to cause a fight during the assembly period. “Wow I’m so shocked.” He said bluntly. “Well that means we get to see clubs early, I wonder whose leading drama this year.” Alan asked, Wayne stared at him with exhaustion. “You would know if you weren’t sleeping at the assembly.” Wayne stated bluntly. “Wow, that’s the most I've heard you talk.” William made fun of Wayne, he walked up to the booth area not waiting for Wayne to respond, Jacob giggled as he followed William.

“We should probably split up in pairs for every four clubs we visit, so we can actually spend time with each other." Alan insisted, looking at William and Wayne. “Especially you two.” William rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll go with Jacob first.” William grabbed Jacobs hand. “Hey! I wanted to go with Jacob first.” Wayne argued, frowning in disagreement. “Calm down, you’ll get your boyfriend later, he’s just the only one I can tolerate.” William responded, already walking off with Jacob.

Jacob grabbed a paper at a front table as well as water. “So it seems the clubs are Poetry, Gardening, Occult, Photography, Fashion design, Drama, Band, Cooking, Art, Fencing, Book and Yearbook.” Jacob explained, raising his eyes from the paper to William. “Yearbook? Mr. Theodore didn’t mention that one.” He raised an eyebrow and grabbed a paper to see for himself. “That’s because the student council picked it this morning. Speaking of, they're around here somewhere, some of them lead clubs.” Jacob scanned around the booths, spotting the Yearbook booth. “Should we check it out?” Jacob asked William. “I don’t see why not.”

Mr. Preston sighed as he read off his list.  "It seems the second ranking house, Pinewood, has boycotted the event and won't be making an appearance here today." Willam leaned back in his chair. "Of course they didn't, no one nowadays cares about formal events." William expressed to Jacob who just nervously smiles, just then they heard someone scream from off stage. "Who cares!? Lets just get on with this already!" William rolled his eyes, there was no mistake that it was Jettson who screamed from off stage.

Mr. Preston groaned but carried on. "Since Pinewood isn't attending we can move on to the first ranked house, Magnolia." William fixed his posture, this was the house that really mattered to him. "Bradley Carter, Jester, ranked fifth of Magnolia, Please make your way to the stage." A man with light ginger hair and a knowing smirk stepped up to the stage, William could tell he was one of those guys who gets a little compliment from someone popular and thinks he's a big shot, those people annoyed William to no end. "Elijah Banks, Knight, ranked fourth of Magnolia, Please make your way to the stage." The man stood firmly next to Bradley who had his arms behind his head. Elijah Banks had curly white hair with a bothered look on his face, he had no interest being here along with many other students. "Juan Martín, Duke, ranked third of Magnolia, Please make your way to the stage." A gentle but firm man strolled up to the stage, William didn't really care for him, immediately thinking lowly of him due to him not being the leader. "Raiden Jiraiya, Prince, Second ranked of Magnolia, Please make your way to the stage." A gorgeous goth man with wavy silk black hair that covered his right eye treaded lightly to the stage but stopped, he also waited for his leader at the entrance of the stage, refusing to progress without him. William sat up in his seat, waiting in anticipation for the leader to be called. "Jettson Sawyer, King, ranked first of Magnolia, Please make your way to the stage." William thought it was some joke or perhaps someone else named Jettson until the man he once called an arrogant redhead climbed up the stage with his prince. The audience went crazy for Jettson, if you had no idea where you were you could confuse it for a rock concert with how loud and obnoxious they were. Williams' jaw dropped, the audience was drawn to Jettson like moths to a flame, it was something he had never seen before, not even at his old school and it was something he wanted for himself.

"Hello Meadow spring, I'm assuming you're all glad to see me here today, unlike Pinewood's absence" Jettson smirked as the crowd confirmed his assumption. "I've chosen to lead the drama club this year and my goal this year is to do whatever the student body at this school desires." The students seemed to love his answer and Jettson himself, William couldn't believe something like that worked on them, it was such a basic answer to William but to the others they acted like it was Jesus' words. "Really? That's his goal? How did he even become king anyway?" William seethed with anger. "I'm actually not sure, I may know a lot about the houses but Jettson is smart with how he lets people perceive his house, probably charmed his way there." Jacob answered, not liking Jettson just as much as William. "That's barely even charm! It's mediocre at best." William groaned, but then he thought for a moment, if he wanted to get into the highest ranked house, to be like Jettson, he had to catch the big fish himself, assuming Jettson would have a serious conversation with someone like William.

"Thank you Willow, moving on, We have Cauldron, third ranked house of Meadow spring." Mr. Preston announced. "Tayler Sable, The fennec fox, ranked sixth of Cauldron, Please make your way to the stage." Tayler Sable sat at his house emblem, William raised an eyebrow, all Cauldron members had corresponding masks to their roles, Tayler's being a fennec fox. Making it almost impossible to make out any details about their appearance. "Cole Elve, The Deer, ranked fifth of Cauldron, Please make your way to the stage." A chipper young man practically skipped to his place next to Tayler who was serious compared to him. "Floral Abhartach, The hare, ranked fourth of Cauldron, Please make your way to the stage." An interesting young man elegantly walked over to the others, he seemed quieter than the others, something about him drew William in. "Draven Marlowe, The red wolf, ranked third of Cauldron, Please make your way to the stage." A serious young man approached his house members, bowing slightly to Floral who nodded in acknowledgment. "Poe Mourningveil, The eagle, ranked second of Cauldron, Please make your way to the stage." Mr. Preston was visibly getting tired of saying the same thing over again, Poe Mourningveil, stood next to the entrance of the stage, waiting for their leader. "And lastly, Merle Yerrell, The owl, ranked first of Cauldron, Please make your way to the stage." Merle Yerrel stepped on the stage, Poe escorted him to the microphone, bowing slightly before sitting with the others at the house emblem.

"What's with this freakshow?" William asked Jacob, he thought the whole house was improper. "Cauldron has always had interesting tastes, funny enough our old headmaster was a part of it when he was a student here. Despite their appearance they're one of the top houses that don't fight each other and aren't assholes, they bow to each other, not just their leader. Their house was built on commitment and trust for each other. And they're labeled the strongest house by some because of that." Jacob explained, he knew a lot about this house specifically.  "What about that Floral guy? He had the same last name as the old headmaster?" William asked, looking back at Floral. "His mother is the headmistress, making the old headmaster his uncle." William stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Jacob. "He's what? Why does no one seem surprised?" William questioned, seeming puzzled at the revelation. "Well I mean it's not known but it's not kept a secret either." Jacob stated, playing with his hair as he explained.

"August Schuyler, Cherubim, ranked fifth of Willow, Please make your way to the stage." An elegant ginger man took his place on stage, waiting for his house members. "Miles Frances, Power, ranked fourth of Willow, Please make your way to the stage." Miles Frances stood next to August Schuyler, nothing was really of note about him. "Angel Thoreau, Virtue, Ranked third of Willow, Please make your way to the stage" His name fit his appearance, he seemed elegant and free spirited, Double points for having a pretty face. "Everest Falkner, Archangel, Ranked second of Willow, Please make your way to the stage." A gorgeous man with well kept blonde hair and darker skin stood with his members, smiling and waving to the audience who seemed to love him. "Finally Willow's leader, Ocean Wyatt, Seraphim, ranked first of Willow." Ocean waved and smiled to everyone, he seemed the most popular so far, William smiled as he watched Ocean chat with his members.

"You and Ocean seem to get along now." Jacob mentioned, staring at William.  "We never hated each other or anything, Anything about these people?" William asked, looking back at Jacob. "Well Ocean is rather intimidating, he knows everything about everyone, especially their families. It's to a point that even the highest ranked house leader doesn't mess with him, he's the type to hold something over your head and blackmail you." William's jaw fell, learning about Oceans nature.  "Him? Are you sure we're talking about the same person?" William questioned, taken aback. "Oh I'm sure, trust me, nothing really of note for the rest of the members however, I never really met them before." Jacob explained as Ocean began his speech.  "Good evening Meadow Spring, I am Ocean Wyatt and I'm here to represent Willow. Rest assured my house will treat everyone with grace. I've chosen to lead the cooking club this year. My goal is to assist newer students and help them adjust to our school easier. Thank you so much for listening." He waved before joining his members at their house emblem.