Freya listened to the commotion, one look out the window and it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on, yes she had been planning escape routes ever since a bounded and gagged hunter had been dumped in her basement and it was with an out loud series of curses that would make her ancestor and former occupant of her body William blush that she realized how stupid she had been, she laughed darkly her parents would have had a field day for her getting too comfortable and not doing anything besides planning, she was too far away from the portals in the schools, her baby Maria, her beautiful badass bike was in the parking lot, which meant she could either find a place to hid here in school or risk going through the parking lot...  She could hear shots, some of them not far by and she decided to decide on the way to the fuck away from the building she was on, one thing was to die while trying to escape another was to die because she was a sitting duck. She left her office and made her way towards the outside, she passed a lot of classrooms and could hear the chaos around the school but she was a survivor, always had been.

She made a turn around a corner and ran into a bunch of students who breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the Professors and yes, Freya was a stone cold bitch, she truly was but she wasn’t heartless and while she would’t sacrifice her life for anyone’s, probably, she had never been put in that position, she wasn’t just going to let a bunch of students, no matter how stupid she thought young people were nowadays, die.

A group so large wouldn’t be able to make it unnoticed, she knew that and so she decided to guide them towards the dinning hall, due to the hour it’d probably be the place with the most students and professors in one place, it wouldn’t mean they’ll all make it but it meant their chances were bigger, she ushered them through the hall and told them where to go and just as she was about to turn back, she saw a hunter, her eyes widened and she turned around to run, she knew enough about Hunter technology to know charms and mental magic were no match for their technology but she had elemental magic and one of the perks of being a pureblood water witch was that from the moment she got her element her parents made sure using her element was as natural as breathing for her.

She made the air surrounding her more humid, so she could track the bullets sent her way and maybe if not made an ice shield in time at least avoid any fatal shot and it was a good thing because the hunter had shot a couple of times. She was almost near enough of the side entrance of the building, if she made it to the pool or the woods, she had a better chance to be able to fight the hunter but why the fuck was she wearing high heeled booths? Granted most times it was just heels, they made her ass and legs look to die for and she was vain that way, she was tall enough but loved the extra inches the heels gave her but unlike in the movies, heels were not good in life or death situations and she couldn’t help the thought that if she died at least she’d do it while looking badass and sexy as hell.

As she stumbled and she regained her balance turning around enough to see the location of the hunter but she had lost him, amiss the chaos and the turns and everything she had lost it, the relief was so big that she had to take a moment to catch her breath, when through the humidity in the air around her, a smaller perimeter now that she had stupidly let her guard down, she had no way to stop and it was no longer than a blink when she felt the searing pain, the burning in the side of her abdomen and the emptiness that went with losing her magic and she gasped as the pain and the shook made her legs give out.

The hunter walked closer to her and she glared with all her might while also trying to catch her breath. “You’re lucky we need some of you alive bitch.” He said pointing the gun at her head for a moment before turning around.

Oliver paced nervously as he waited for Professor Altman. He had done all the reading tried to practice whatever he could on his own and had gone through the lesson on telepathy, morality and consent, now it was time to learn how to block mind readers, or so he thought, Professor Altman could have a completely different lesson planned for him, as he paced he kept trying on keeping his mind blank and think of everything he didn’t want the professor to see but of course that only made him think about it more. The door opened and his heart leaped in his chest and he turned to see the Professor. “Hey.” He greeted trying to sound normal and casual, completely opposite to what he felt.

Oliver didn’t consider himself a nerd, exactly, even if some of his cousins did tease him about it, it all began simply enough, true knowledge was power and such a large part of his life had changed, been affected by something he had no information on, that it made him almost crave it whenever possible, then there was the fact that said knowledge would -or so he hoped- help him find his mother or at the very least what happened to her, that Oliver made it his mission to actually learn.

However he did realize how exploring the Psionics department on a Saturday before classes started could be considered a little too much. Less man with a mission and more on the nerd side of things but whatever, maybe at some point he had actually started enjoyed it, he needed to, he wasn’t the most social person so he’d more often than not pass up parties or things like that for some reading.

He didn’t know what he was looking for or if he was looking for anything specific at all, he was just exploring but still, psychological magic made him a little uncomfortable, not learning how to use it but someone using it on him, he was a very private person, didn’t trust easily and the fact that someone could just snoop around in his mind to things he wasn’t comfortable saying out loud not even those few he did trust made him as wary as he was excited. Oliver’s attention was pulled towards a shelf of books with some interesting titles.