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[Howl Desdemona Grimm]

Howl had been one of the first to arrive at breakfast, as per usual, in hopes of being the first to leave. However, fortune was not to smile quite so favorably upon her, or rather the teachers currently seemed unwilling to part with her company quite yet and had taken to shooting discreet but undeniably concerned looks in her direction whenever she seemed to have mind to leave the hall. It was more than a bit grating on the nerves to be imprisoned in such a way, for this was a form of imprisonment. Now, of course, the sympathy and concern being directed as discreetly as was possible were not so unfounded. Howl was a recluse.

Outwardly she wore a mask of cool boredom, a complacency born of familiarity, though her muscles were taut and screaming, and she wished most fervently to be rid of this formality and the bloody chattering students glancing about, chattering and laughing as though nothing was amiss. But of course it wasn't, nothing was ever amiss here while under the 'watchful' eyes of the professors. Snort.
The world had been come like clockwork, though not in the sense that there was a scheduled time for mischief, but simply because nothing managed to surprise her any longer...or so she would have said if asked, and not a great deal more.

This was also the crucial moment she realized she was standing frozen in the middle of the cafeteria. Her cheeks instantly warmed and she knew she was blushing. Looking down quickly, she turned to walk away sharply without looking up. Focused on escaping, albeit a funny escape, she didn't realize that she was heading for disaster until it hit. Before she knew it, she ran smack into a solid wall of black and fell flat on her bottom. A scowl immeadiatley formed on her face, "Thanks for that, you know there is absolutely nothing I like better in the mornings than being knocked flat on my ass. Bloody klutz." She mumbled.

[Artemis Vera Barrington]

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Mornings were not Artemis' thing. They were hectic times for everyone to get up and try to figure out where they had placed their possessions the night beforehand. People drank at night and usually had a terrible headache due to the hangover the next morning. Mornings were always horrible for Artemis. It wasn't as if she couldn't handle it. Dear me that would have been the worst thing in the world to have someone barge up to her in the morning and scream at the top of their lungs that she had a weakness. Never less, after waking up, she always managed to look her best; letting her bags shake off when she washed her face and her skin become unwrinkled after drying herself and applying a good degree of moisturizers and lotions. This morning? She wore a light silver tank top and barely covered it by swinging loosely over her shoulders, a white woolen sweater with a simple pattern. Her hair was curled to the max and bounced when she strutted towards the cafeteria. Her lips had a thick application of bright pink lip gloss and smiled as she went towards the line. You see, she didn't care that her skirt was inching past her thighs towards her privates and showed a large amount of confidence in herself. She knew that guys (ones that were not gay at least) were looking at her, tempting.

There were many however, who was nothing like Artemis. A perfect example would be the girl that had knocked herself stupidly into the wall that was near her. People would think that after four years of attending Arizan, everyone would know where to go. People didn't learn. The amount of balance in Miss. Howl Desdemona Grimm and in Artemis Vera Barrington was an enormous difference. A woman like Howl was not going to get far in life. Artemis was going to be successful and beautiful, obviously. While on the other hand, Howl was a mean monster who will eat male children when she gets too old to sleep with regular men. The whole morning was turning out quite brightly. What was better than having a little chat with a person that was the total opposite of you? Both girls couldn't get along, no matter how much Artemis would have liked to have girly talks and the two roaming around the halls together. They did, however, have one thing in common. People were rather intimidated by them. "Smooth Grimm," Ew, what kind of a last name was 'Grimm'? "I see you're morning is lovely as always," she replied, tilting her head to the side, her voice just dripping with sarcasm.

It was always a wonderful time to have a lovely chat with one of your mortal enemies. For one thing, it was always a good challege for Artemis to touch up on her social skills with girls. Being with guys all the time, a once in a while chat with a person of her own gender did her some good. Artemis didn't want to get into an argument. It would make her look rash and untidy and she had enough of that every full moon, why make that statement more than necessary? She looked at the girl who started talking to herself and giggled slightly. Mornings; they were horrible.