Jasper was too gods all damned old to be dealing with children who didn’t want to take their studies seriously. So, when the person he’d been paired with had done absolutely none of the work, despite his attempts to reach out and work with them, Jasper had merely shrugged, informed the professor, and done the work on his own, earning him nearly full marks, and leaving the other with a zero for the assignment. Something his partner had apparently taken great offense to, judging by the way they’d been finding him all over campus to try and pick a fight with him. Today, Jason had settled on the grass near the library, intent on working through the readings he still had left to do for classes, when a shadow fell over him. Unconcerned, and assuming it was the recent annoyance of a classmate he’d picked up, Jasper didn’t bother looking up before he spoke, absently turning the page of his current textbook as he did so. “No, I’m not going to intercede for you, for the last time. If you wanted to get a grade for the assignment, you should have responded to any of the ten emails or messages I sent you over two weeks. Your failing grade is not my problem, and if you don’t leave me alone, I will literally, actually, bite you. In full wolf form.  Go away.” 

June laid sprawled out on the floor, her mind wondering in ever direction “It’s sad, day time we study, night time we study. I’m a point where I don’t know anything but studying. “ June sighed and sat up slowly “You wanna get high? It’s not hard drugs? Just weed. Does weed even work on some people?” - “I just need my brain to stop overthinking everything.”

His parties - carefully planned, themed, and, in this case, incredibly well advertised - were well known around certain parts of campus. And yes, most of the time, Lev kept his parties (parties, not orgies, no one was expected to participate if they didn’t want to, and socializing with clothes on was perfectly fine, if rare, thank you very much) semi small, with a well vetted guest list, and attendance rarely raised beyond forty or so people, but this time - well, it was halloween, and he was a lust demon. So why not open it to anyone who cared to join from the university itself? It wasn’t like he didn’t have the room after all - the benefits of being a bit further than the university meant he’d gotten his hands on a house set back into a private piece of land, private and large enough not to disturb anyone when things got loud. So here he was, on the night of, heels on, ears on his head, lace choker around his throat, w”andering around the house, not having fallen in with any one person or group yet, until he spotted a face he hadn’t realized had arrived. “Well, hello there, did you slip in while my back was turned?

She’s pretty sure this party was supposed to have been students only at its conception, but really, Alex doesn’t care. The greek life houses always had the best parties in her opinion, which was really based on how easily the good shit flowed, and how likely it was that she’d get laid, and the student parties were always full of cheap beer and slightly better drugs, and had the bonus of none of her more “serious” coworkers to deal with the morning after. So here she was, pushing through the crowd, flask of vodka nearly empty, her “slutty nun” costume already hiked up high enough to leave her in danger of flashing the room at any second, not that she cared. In fact, that was part of the fun for her. A break in the crowd gave her the chance to slip into the kitchen, and the brunette couldn’t help but smirk as she approached the counter that was covered in booze and mixers, arching an eyebrow at the figure already standing in front of it. “So, what is it a girl has to do around here to get some booze, huh?” 

This isn’t their first time at their school, or even the second, though it is the first time under this name. If pressed, Salem would say this is, perhaps, their fourth, maybe fifth time walking through these halls, though its hard to tell when so much of it has changed just in the few decades since they last attended, much less since they would have first come, a few centuries ago. Still, there’s at least one piece of paper tucked away giving them a degree in occult horticulture, outdated and ink near faded-  and two or three people seemed to remember them from a potions class that hasn’t been taught in a century, and the knowledge of plants and their uses and how exactly to turn the flame just right to make sure the monkshood numbs but doesn’t kill - well, it must have come from somewhere, so as far as Salem is concerned, they’ll call themselves a returning student as much as they like, thank you.  Of course, this return is not a matter of increasing their more magical knowledge, but a sheerly practical choice. It’s become, over time, as humans become more and more clever and more and more picky over the details of constructed backstories, a necessity to be able to blend in with them, which means that technology is an unfortunate skill they have to learn - hence their enrollment in a computer science course, despite the fact the most experience they have is with running a semi popular instagram account. So far, it had only resulted in colorful swears, multiple startled library guests, and one very angry librarian after a curseword turned into an actual curse, resulting in where they were now - wandering the campus, looking desperately for anything to do. Which, unfortunately for the unsuspecting person walking down the sidewalk, meant that they were the best available target. “Hi there” Salem spoke, stepping up next to them and swinging to face them, hand out to shake. “Please tell me you are not headed anywhere urgent, I am disgustingly bored and I will literally do anything if it means I have an excuse not to look at code for a while.”