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When he walked into the place he paused, looking around. It didn’t look like most of the places he had been in throughout the day, light and full of space he had to admit this place was nice, probably too nice for the likes of him, and after spotting the guy he’d stolen weed from and got busted for he considered just turning around and walking out. But he had been okay about it at the time- though just because he’d been okay then didn’t mean he’d trust him around his business, or trust him not to steal again- which Alfie couldn’t blame him for, why would he trust someone who was an admitted thief, and who had actively stolen from him. 

He hesitated, but the stack of CVs in his hand was too much to ignore, he wanted them all passed out by the end of the day, so he moved forward and slipped the CV onto the counter. “Hey, um, I dunno if you’re hiring, or if your boss is hiring or what- but I’m lookin’ for a job and, y’know, you can keep that for your files or call me or whatever if you’re hiring.” he said softly, not quite making eye contact, hoping the taller male wouldn’t remember him if he didn’t make eye contact. 

“By the gods, this is going to be quite the list.”

“My beloveds, naturally, even if Theo was by my side only a month prior and my regular visits meant I was never away from Magnus for too long.  Then of course there are my ‘boys’ and those I have taken a personal interest in - Noah, Atticus, Avery, and Elliot.  And of course it has been truly a pleasure to reconnect with Damien, and to make amends with Katell given my abhorrent behavior before I left the island.”

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“There are very few people I actively avoid, and it seems a number of them have departed the island in my absence.  A blessing, truly.  Yet the Headmaster and Emmanuel remain.”

@headmastermalvolio   @emmanuelxreyes

“I admit myself disappointed that I have yet to run into Clara, Jace, Tommy, nor Scarlett.  Though I’m not sure how enthused the latter would be to do so given our history.”

When Juniper had heard of the new spell being cast over the island she had to admit she wasn’t surprised. She was happy to just stay out of it, to stay away from all of the drama and the insanity that this sort of thing usually caused, though she’d check in on her friends and see how they were holding up, and offer up her place to hide if need be. She was just thinking about that as she locked up the theater, her plans were torn between heading home and being along with the dog and the cat, or going to the cells to see who was around and if anyone needed a night away when she saw him. 

How she hadn’t thought of him first she didn’t know, though, communication had been a little lax lately. It just hurt to see him sometimes, the image of him cutting off Colton’s head still so fresh in her memory, but right now she didn’t care, she just wanted to check and see how he was doing. “Hey, Noah!” she called, he was always much faster than she was, though, maybe not these days, but she wasn’t about to use her vampire speed just for this, so she jogged for a moment to catch up to him, then without thinking she did it, she didn’t mean to, but she knew the spell would consider her call of “Noah, wait up!” an order as she caught up to him. Wincing she bit her lip. Oh that was a great way to start this whole week. “Sorry, I- I was just afraid you didn’t hear me.” 

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On the last day of the rental, Zach entered his playroom.  Noah had been dosed with a suitable healing potion to deal with whatever his slave had been up to.  Now Zach was here to enjoy the man he’d rented, for a few hours at least.  “Hello, Slave.  Have you been enjoying yourself?” he asked, the words pleasant, but his voice carrying a darker undertone.

Out of all of the visits that she had had in the last few days, Qhuinn had to admit that this was the one she was looking the least forward to. As she drove her bike through down to the dorms, she was transported back to that awful night years ago, when Clay had killed Jax. The memories and feelings were so similar: someone she loved had been destroyed. Someone that everyone had said was evil, but who she had somehow managed to find good in. Even though she even knew she shouldn’t have. Then, she had known what had happened, which wasn’t the case now. And that was what she hoped to find out. Just..why. What had made Noah snap? What had turned Colton into the monster that everyone said that he was? 

After parking her bike, Qhuinn took a shaky breath and made that trip down to the basement. After finding Noah’s cell, she stood at his door quietly for a long moment, just watching him before she made her presence known. There was no anger, she couldn’t hate him for protecting someone if that had been the case. But there was plenty of sadness and confusion, and worry over him. Sighing a bit, she crossed her arms and finally spoke up. “Hey..you up for some company?”

“What are you doing here...?” To see him behind bars wasn’t right. She’d just enjoyed talking to him about how he’d gotten free of these cells and now here he was without even his wings. “Noah... are you okay?” 

Abbi couldn’t believe that she had let things go on for this long. It wasn't at all like her. She was one to speak her mind. But Noah..he was different. Their dynamic had changed but at the same time stayed the same. A head fuck for any occasion, but made even worse by the turn of recent island events. She had never stopped feeling bad for pushing him for answers, even though they were answers that she felt she had a right to know. Leaving that, as well as what he had done during Halloween, unresolved for so long had led to a rather tense working environment. And she had pretty much had it.

She waited for a night when Finn was at the bakery and it was just the two of them, then made her move. 

“Hey.. Got a hot date tonight, or do you have a little time for an old friend?” Abbi asked, an oddly shy hesitance in her voice as she approached him, hands in the back pockets of her faded jeans.