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Welcome to the beginning of your wonderful year at Veneficus everyone! Summer has passed and the school year begins. Hope you all have had your summer fun because now the work begins. Teacher's are cracking down and homework is to be done. The headmaster is watching you all very carefully, so be careful. Wheather is usually nice, but the winds can get a little chilly in these days. It's a little more rainy then it has been, but stay outside before it gets to cold! The high is around 20 degrees C (68 degrees F) and the low is about -5 degrees C (23 degrees F)
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September 17 Emoly ( formally Cilla )
Hanni ( now known as Lynn or whatever you want to call her ) has finally -sigh- made me an admin! Yay me! Anyways, Lynn and I have decided to start new with Veneficus, meaning clean up the place and hopefully as soon as we can, get a new skin, which will be provided by my dear friend, Cloud. Though right now, she is kinda busy so it may be a while. But there is no rush. =] I am the new head of Virtus and I will be making my character pretty soon... So say hello to Veneficus V.2!
POWERFUL DICTATOR ( aka Hannibal/Lynn/Aliyyah )
Well well well my pretties. Welcome to Veneficus! I am known as the all powerful dictator, but I will let you guys slide if you chooce to call me something else... No weirdies... Anyways. Emoly -giggles- and I have decided to clean Veneficus and start new, as version 2. We're looking forward to having our skin made by a lovely graphic designer and as said before, she is a tad busy. Keep an eye out for any updates that will come along ( they will be posted here ) and be sure to stop by and just say hello! I love talking to people and as you can see in a mere minute I hopelessly started talking, making this paragraph =] If you have any questions, feel free to contact me via AIM: xSharpiexSniffer. I have no life, so I'll be here or there, maybe both.
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Re: Class.Sign.Up « Result #4 on Sept 27, 2007, 9:00pm »
[ All of the posts have been deleted because we are pretty much redoing the site and starting from the beginning. Both Hannibal (?) and Cilla have been deleted. ]
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Thats professor Holicio to you, kiddo. « Result #6 on Sept 23, 2007, 12:38pm »
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Name: Gerard Daniel Holicio Gender: Male Age: 28 Class: Flying Description: When you meet Gerard, he seems... A few fries short of a happy meal, and you might question yourself on how this man is allowed to teach flying classes. He's a very straight forward kind of man and will let you know if you're doing something wrong. You'll learn both the basics of flying and the more advanced, kind of show-offy techniques as well. Gerard was the seeker on the Veneficus team many a few years ago and is fantastic on a broom. Bloodlines: Pure biatches Wand: 14 in Mahogany with phoenix feather Pets: American Eskimo Spitz; Mandy Special Information: none Appearance: Gerard has very well shaped, noticeable features. His hair is longer then most guys and it’s a jet black color with stripes of red within. His bangs hang over the left side of his face, covering a long thin scar that runs along his hair line and down beside his eye. Gerard’s hair is naturally black, but he likes to add color sometimes. Before he’d had dark blonde bits within and the time before that he’d had it all jet black. His has big almond shaped eyes that are as black as the night. His eyes have that mesmerizing look to them, and are so disarming that you can easily become lost within them. Neither his mother nor his father had those deep black eyes and it was one thing that separated him from them. He looks like an identical twin to his father, and he hates that. Gerard has that sort of pouty look to his features, with big lips and a very cheerless expression at times.
Gerard has a very well built figure. He stands tall at 6’ even and has a very upright posture. With broad shoulders and a very athletic body Gerard makes for a fine looking man. He has a very strong upper half, his arms and abs being built well. He has a sort of pale complexion, but tan lines from his sleeveless shirts that he wears often are noticeable on his body. He wears a lot of jewelry too, his hands have multiple rings and around his wrists he wears bracelets. Around one wrist he wears a watch. On his neck there is always a cross of some sort, he has thirteen different crosses, but he won’t wear more then two at a time. Also, very commonly seen on his person are some handcuffs which are usually worn on a chair around his neck, or as bracelets. His friends joke that they are souvenirs….
Black, leather and jeans. These are three simple words to describe Gerard’s type of clothing. He loves jeans; they are the best in the whole entire world. They can be comfortable, they can be torn, they can be flared or they can be tight. Whatever they are, Gerard will wear them. There is a different between tight and skinny jeans, and Gerard thinks he looks terrible in skinny jeans, so you won’t see those. Back is one of his favorite colors and whether it is his shirt, jacket, jeans or a combination of the three, you will always see black on his person. Leather (mainly his jacket) is commonly worn as well. Personality: Gerard is a very bright and friendly person. He's got that bubbly sort of personality to him, where he's not down all the time and always seeking attention from those who want to give pity. He's very friendly and loves to meet new people. Gerard can walk into a place without knowing someone and find a good person to talk to. He's good at just being able to talk casually and not be weird about it.
He's a much laid back kind of guy too. He likes to just be himself no matter what anyone says. If someone has a problem with him, then he lets them go their own way without bothering to change their mind. He doesn't see the use in people that keep themselves away from what they don't know. If you're going to have a closed mind to new things, then just go away. Gerard likes to chill out and be relaxed just as much as the next person does. In fact, some see him as kind of lazy because he likes to just be comfortable. He gets his work done and then has plenty of time to chill out later. He's hardly uptight about anything, except keeping his own place clean. It drives him insane when something is cluttered. That's the only thing that he really focuses on.
As long as Gerard can remember, he's been very gentle and has a soft heart. He doesn't have the heart to ever hurt something on purpose, and even if he does something by accident, he'll try his best to make sure that everything is better once again. It's not fair to think that someone has the right to just hurt another without and reason, or even if there is a reason, it's probably not a good enough reason to need to solve it with violence. He believes in talking through problems and hearing both sides of the story. Violence in unneeded in any situation, but people tend to think that violence is the answer to everything. However, Gerard will tell you if there is something wrong. When he teaches class, he is not the type of person that will let mistakes slide. Flying is dangerous, and if there are mistakes, someone will get hurt.
Gerard is very open about his emotions as well. If he's sad, most people will know it. He's not afraid to cry, but hates the fact that whenever someone cries that feeling of sympathy always follows. People can say that they understand and they can say that they feel so bad for him and blah blah blah, but when they say that, Gerard wonders if they really mean it. Do they honestly know what he's feeling and how he's going to go through it? Every time he asks himself that, he finds the answer to be no. No one actually can understand what someone has gone through unless the have lived the same life, or lived through something very close to it.
Gerard is a fun person, always finding ways to bring a smile to another person's face or having a smile on his face. He doesn't like to see others feeling sad, or being sad himself, and makes sure he's always cheery and fun to be around. Gerard likes games; any game is fine with him for he's a very bubbly and energetic person. He's not overly competitive either, so if he looses he's good about it, and if he wins he'll do a little dance and then be cool with it. He hates when people rub things in his face without a stop to anything, so he doesn't do that to anyone else. History: Gerard’s history is kind of out there. He doesn’t have that troubled kind of history where his father beat him and his mother was a whore or something like that. Don’t get me wrong when I say that his life was perfect either. Gerard’s life was far from perfect. His parents died when he was a very young age and they had been going out to pick him up from soccer practice. To this day, he has found ways to make it seem like their death was his fault, but that is natural for a kid to think that, especially since they had been going out to get [i]him[/b]… of all people they had to go out, risk their lives, to get him.
After the accident, since neither his mother nor father had a brother or sister for him to go to, he went to his grandmother, Gertrude. Now, when you think of most grandparents you think of those wrinkly people that like to kiss you a lot and pinch your cheeks while babbling something about how much you’ve grown since the last time they had seen you (or were able to see you). Then there is always that horrid smell of mothballs… don’t get me started on that one… Gertrude was a fine lady. She was nice to talk to, and didn’t grab his face and kiss him all over. However, she was strict and very hard to get along with. She was all about changing how Gerard acted and changing practically who he was. He’d grown up in a non strict family and they were all very laid back. Well, he got a slap across the face when he met Gertrude, literally.
When he first walked into the room he was slapped harshly for walking in and rudely interrupting the conversation that she’d been having with her husband. She criticized him for wearing clothes that were so ragged looking, with his holy jeans and black leather jacket. His long hair was messy and hanging in his face. His heavy jewelry didn’t appeal to her either. She started changing his life the moment he walked into her house. Other Characters: Rylan Moore (coming soon), (pending) Hannibal Casry
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Professor Gemma Green. ♥ « Result #7 on Sept 18, 2007, 4:38pm »
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Name: Gemma Julietta Green Gender:Female Age: Twenty-five years Class: Charms Description: Did you ever wonder how to make something float in mid air? Did you ever wonder how to move objects without touching them? Have you ever wanted your best friend not to tell your secrets? If you have, I suggest you take Charms class. Professor Green will teach you all that you need to know from pronunciation to control to mini-field trips, this class is one that you do not want to miss! Bloodlines: Half-blood Wand: 13 inch Birch Hippogriff Talon Pets: Max - two year old black and tan miniature dachshund. Special Information: Every full moon when the moon is at it's highest point, Gemma turns into a wolf. She can change back easily but then she can not change into a wolf until the next full moon. She is working on being able to change into a wolf when ever she wants.
Appearance:: Some people describe Gemma as a pretty girl. Some describe her as too thin. Some think she is short. Those things are all true about Gemma. She is a very thin girl and is told by her mother that she needs to get more meat on her bones. But she says that she doesn't like to eat meat or even eat a lot of food. She is extremely paranoid about her weight. Gemma isn't very short, nor is she very tall. Compared to her mother, she is quite short but she doesn't mind being short. People call her petite and delicate. That is true. Her features are quite delicate and her walk even looks delicate. She looks like something you could just break. Her legs are long and thin but her torso is shorter then a normal person's torso. Her face has a delicate looking texture to it but thats all that can be said about her face. Delicate. Thats all.
Gemma's skin is very delicate. Most of the time, its quite pale and with a bit of makeup, she looks plastic. Her skin is smooth and soft. But the bad part about her skin is that it easily burns. She doesn't spend most of her time outside and when she does, she tries to stay in the shade. Her hair is the most delicate part about her. It isn't long, just down past her shoulder blades when it's curled and when its natural, down a little farther. Gemma's hair is naturally wavy. The texture of it makes it look like a dolls hair when it's neatly curled but most times, she just lets it hang. Just recently, she has grown bangs that are the only straight part about her hair. Gemma's hair is a brunette color. It doesn't lighten much in the summer but sometimes she colors it to make it look almost red. Most of the time it just hangs. Her eyes are a very soft light blue but with her colored contacts that really bring out her eyes, they are a little darker then her natural color. When she turns into a wolf, her eyes turn to an icy blue.
Gemma is very much into fashion so she reads magazines on latest fashions and whatnot. She likes shopping for clothing and loves to show off what she buys. She likes jeans the best and with beads and belts, which are quite useful since she is thin. She likes letting them hang down from out under her shirts which are usually long. She hates showing off her actual body for some reason. She likes wearing fun bright shirts as well as shirts with pretty odd prints and designs. Sometimes, she even wheres Hot Topic band shirts for she has a few. But she does not often wear them. Gemma hates shoes. She would rather walk barefoot then wear something on her feet. Normally, you will see her in the class room with no shoes. She wears flip flops a lot of the time and has a lot of pairs of vintage flats. She doesn't wear large heals for they really hurt her feet. Gemma has pierced ears and loves to be creative with ear rings. She likes to make her own to match a special shirt or pants or even shoes. She loves wearing jewelry, especially bracelets. She always wears several bracelets on each arm. Every bracelet she has means something to her and she loves each one. She hates rings because they always fall off her fingers since her fingers are really skinny. She doesn't wear many necklaces but she has one that her father gave her shortly before he died. Its a silver chain with a silver rose on it. She loves the necklace and wears it all the time.
Personality: When you first meet Gemma, she will probably give you the cold shoulder for a few days or a week, sometimes more, depending on who you are. She doesn't talk much around new people and tries to stay out of fights and arguments in class because she feels that kids can deal with there own problems. In class, though, she speaks out when needed or if she knows that it is truly needed. And sometimes, when she speaks in public with family and friends, its shocking to them. Gemma talks to herself most of the time. When writing, she talks to herself or an invisible person. She acts as though there is someone there, listening to whatever word she says. Other then that, she stays quite reserved until you get to know her a little more...
Once Gemma will open up to you, she is one of the most fun person you might ever meet. She loves to joke around and make people laugh. She does have a great sense of humor and when people are around that Gemma trusts and loves she can be a real hoot. Sometimes she doesn't even have to make a joke and the person laughs. Many people say to her that they feels even brighter being just around her. To Gemma thats a compliment. She is really good at making friends once she opens up a little more. She loves having friends and she doesn't know what she would do without her own. Gemma is clumsy and does really stupid things sometimes which just sends people off the wall, laughing and Gemma will just smile and laugh along. She is also very cheerful when with her friends.
You see a little kid, crying because she fell off the swing and her arm hurts. Do you know who will be there to make it better? Gemma. Thats right. Gemma cares about everyone and everything unless the thing is bad and doesn't mean anything to Gemma. She cares about animals and whats going around in the world. She loves helping people with problems and talking to them about situations and what they could do to make things better. Gemma cares mostly about her friends and students and what goes on in their lives, sometimes more then her own self because she knows she would be know where without them. She is gentle and understanding to problems and always tries to help. She tries to be the one to save the day. Or save a friend. Her friend. She just loves to help.
Gemma is very creative which makes her a good writer. She comes up with ideas from teaching, the outside world, and sometimes just other books she reads. She loves reading. Being good at math, makes her good with music. She plays guitar and to her, the peaceful instrument helps her with poetry since she also writes poetry. She thinks the rhythm of the guitar and the rhythm of words can blend together to make a song and thats when she sings her poetry which turns into a beautiful melody. Sure her brain functions differently but that doesn't mean she is stupid.
Family: James Kenseth Green - Father [ deceased ] Judy Lindsay Green - Mother
Father's Side John Kasey Green - Grandfather [ deceased ] Alexa Sidney Green – Grandmother [ deceased ]
Mother's Side Dane Evan Myers – Grandfather [ deceased ] Julietta Gabriella Myers - Grandmother April Lynn Collins - Aunt [ married to Jack Collins ] Gabriella Jan Collins - Cousin Evan Myers Collins – Cousin [ married to Sarah Collins ]
History: Gemma was born on October 2 to two people named James and Judy Green. She was born in Kentucky. Her father had a stud farm with about twenty Thoroughbred stallions. He had a good business, bringing in mares from broodmare farms, breeding and getting money. In his younger days, James was a jockey. He was a small skinny man, perfect for being a jockey and he was a good one at that. He had a love for horses so when he retired, he bought a stud farm, married Judy and together, with some stable hands, they managed a medium sized stud farm. Her mother was a local newspaper editor and wrote stories about the nearby racetracks and races that were held there. Her mother had been an English teacher for several years, teaching the middle school level. Her love of books read to writing. Other then writing for the newspaper, she wrote two children picture books and a young adult chapter book.
Gemma had a normal childhood until she was three. She received her very first pony when she was three. The pony was an old mare named Toffee and the two spent all their days together. Gemma bathed her pony, brushed her pony, fed her pony, and rode her pony. Sometimes she would just sit out in the field and talk to her pony all day. Gemma didn't have many friends since they lived in the middle of no where. She was home schooled by her mother when she turned five. She enjoyed being home schooled because that meant she could spend more time with her pony, as well as stay at home. Her mother didn't go very easy on her. As she got a little older, she received homework and sometimes timeout if she didn't listen. Gemma really didn't care. It was her mother and together, they bonded. But when Gemma was seven, Toffee died of heart failure and Gemma was heart broken. Her father said he would get her a new pony but that never happened...
When Gemma was eight years old, her father died in a freak accident. He had been driving down the road, when a car pulled out in front of him and before he knew it, he had crashed. His car and the other man's car both caught of fire and both men died in the accident. At the funeral, she met her mother's family. Her grandmother, uncle, aunt, and two cousins. Her cousins were Evan, who was seven at the time and Gabby, who was three. Gemma had never met any of her close family before so this funeral was a big deal for her. Gemma had been told by her grandmother that her middle name was her real name. She took Gemma aside after a while and told the young girl that she was a witch but Gemma didn't understand. Julietta said that they would talk at another time.
Only a few months later, Ms. Green was forced to sell the farm and move away. Since Gemma had been home schooled and they lived in the middle of no where, it wasn't hard for her to leave. So they moved to all the could afford that wasn't an apartment. They moved into a town in Pennsylvania called Millersville. She went to school at the elementary school like a normal girl but when she came home, she came home to an empty house. Her mother had gotten a job as a Newspaper editor for the local newspaper, so Gemma was quite proud of her mother but she didn't get home until six every night. When Gemma was ten, she finally complained to her mother that she hated coming home to a lonely house. Her mother didn't argue and a few days later, they went out to the pet store. Gemma wanted a puppy more then anything so her mother got her a Miniature Long-haired Dachshund who Gemma named Delta. She loved Delta and the two couldn't be separated.
Gemma didn't make any close friends during the first four years of school but she didn't mind. She taught herself how to play guitar and wrote poetry or a short novel whenever she got the chance. She had Delta and the love for writing. What else could she need? That year, her grandmother visited their house and once again took Gemma off to the side and told her that she was indeed a witch. When Gemma asked if her mother was, Julietta shook her head. She said that Judy was a witch, but she didn't believe it so she could cast any spells that were noticeable. When Gemma asked if any other family were witches, her grandmother shook her head and after a long pause, she said that Gemma should go to wizardry school. So after her year of public school was over, at age thirteen was sent to, yeah you guessed it, Veneficus. She came during third year so she had to work a lot to catch up but after she did, wizardry school was very fun for her.
Shortly after schooling was over, she returned home for the summer before college and sadly that summer, Delta died from getting hit by a car. Gemma was heart broken but also glad because she knew that there was no way that she could have taken Delta to college with her. She went to college in France and took several classes. She was interested in charms, divination, and transfiguration so she trained herself to transform into a wolf but only at full moon. She is still working on that. She loved Charms, though. It was her favorite course and she became quite interested. Divination didn't last long. She got bored after two years. She also took a few other courses. She learned about the history of wizards, French, and she took a muggle writing course and guitar lessons every Monday. Her college years were busy but she was able to make one friend that could speak English. Her name was Sarah Toome who was her age and very smart. The two did almost everything together and enjoyed each other's company. Sarah could transform into a hawk and taught Gemma some useful tips. At a family gathering, when Gemma was twenty-two and she was on her last year of college, she took Sarah with her and introduced her to Evan, who was a year younger, and Gabby who was just starting college. Evan and Sarah really seemed to hit it off and only two years later, they were married.
During those two years, Gemma was still in France studying French and Charms, as well as working on Transfiguration. She was still taking some advanced courses and trying her hardest but after her two year term, she moved back home with her mother, went to the wedding, and ended up getting another dog, the same breed as Delta was but the only difference was that this little neutered puppy was a boy and his name was Max. Her mother still had the job as a editor but had moved up in ranks. Four a year, Gemma helped her cousin and Sarah get moved in to there apartment in a town near Millersville and spent a lot of time with them. Really, over that year, she got to know her family better and learn to love them. Her grandmother still lived up in Canada and once in a while, Gemma went to visit her but one time, she dropped in on old Veneficus and ended up going in for a interview about a needed Charms teacher. She took the job with out hesitating and moved up to Veneficus. Her grandmother was quite proud that she had found a job as a professor and now, she can't wait to start!
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Re: ...Wandering is more like it [OPEN] « Result #8 on Sept 16, 2007, 4:05pm »
Hannibal's dark eyes gazed into Brendan's deep blue ones and in one split second, the deep breath escaped the werewolf's lungs and within the same second, Hannibal's eyes pieced together Brendan's form falling to the ground. It was as if all in one moment that He'd went from standing tense, and ready for anything, to his figure just dropping. A deep crimson tone had appeared across the other's features, on his cheeks but just under those angry and somewhat embarrassed eyes of his. The abnormally red tone didn't leave his features as Hannibal's dark eyes never left the other's eyes. There was no different kind of look showing in Hannibal's eyes. He was displeased that the other had just practically fallen. It wasn't usual for one's body to just go limp because it was cold, but it was sort of logical. When a person's limbs are numb it is awfully hard to stand, but it wasn't that cold out... or Hannibal didn't think it was that cold out, and he hated the cold weather.
"You alright?" Hannibal asked wonderingly, as he dropped down, bending at the knees and looking at Brendan. He steadied himself by placing a hand on the ground and looked at Brendan's eyes still, his gaze not faltering. He hated staring down at people. He was so tall and Brendan was so close to the ground from the recent 'fall'. From this closer, more level view Hannibal could see just how red Brendan's face had become. It was quite different to see that color on the other's normally pale features. It stood out on his face, just like it would on his own features. Whenever Hannibal's face took in that deep red color there was no way of hiding it. "If you're that cold, its best that you go inside. No one is going to be happy when they come out to find some dude frozen out here." lyrics spoke as he looked at the other. He was partly kidding, because Brendan wouldn't freeze out here. This was as cold as it would probably get tonight, since it was at a late hour, but he partly wasn't kidding, it would be better for him to go inside so he didn't get sick, and so he could get some rest.
Hannibal stayed then, waiting to see what Brendan would do. Hannibal would help him up if he needed any help, but chances were better then good that Hannibal didn't expect him to take any help. His dark eyes stayed, fixed to the deep blue colored eyes that still held the anger from falling. Hannibal could see why someone would be angry for falling, but how someone could hold that anger was beyond him. Hannibal would have stood up by now and acted like he intended for that to happen. He would have done the same if he would have done something in front of his father. He would have stood up and made nothing more of the subject. The longer something awkward happens, the more of a chance his father had to beat into his head that he was pathetic and lame. He tried never to give his father that chance, but so many times Hannibal had cried and begged the man to leave him alone only gave the man more power.
Class.Sign.Up « Result #9 on Sept 13, 2007, 12:40am »
Ruby twiddled with the gold lined paper in her small hands, awaiting the arrival of her soon-to-be students. Stretching her neck, she strained to see down the long stone corridor. No one to be seen. With a light sigh, she set the parchment in plain sight, a fluffy white quill hovering obediently nearby. The skirt of her pale blue dress swished pleasantly as she made her way to a small redwood desk near the back of the extremely colorful classroom. With a flick of her twisted wand, in floated stacks of papers to sign, her light brown quill, and her ancient looking inkpot. She once again craned her neck to look down the still empty hallway. Maybe divination isn't as popular as it used to be. Ah, well, give it time. Light blue optics flicked back to the paper now placed firmly on her little table, and began numerous writing of her wave-like signature.
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Re: ...Wandering is more like it [OPEN] « Result #10 on Sept 9, 2007, 10:33am »
in this world all of our sins are simple we choose death over innocent life
Brendan gave one, sharp nod, almost as if he understood. "As I stated before, your father is much of a dim-witted person." Brendan, in a somewhat surprisingly way, did not state that in an insult matter, but rather in a tone which stood firm and clear. The statement that Hannibal spoke could mean one thing: He will never have to have the fear of facing the unspeakable back at home. He had thought over things like that, and if it was Brendan whom suffered such things, he didn't know if he'd even like that, but the only problem was that he will do anything to keep such things away from his sister. But now, she had another problem in hand; Brendan had lived with his Uncle for two years after his parents had discovered about him, and he'd wished if he was dead instead of being there with him and his excuse for a son. Both were arrogant. Both were git-heads. But his Uncle had been the worst that had ever happened to him. He allowed his hands to rub the back part of his neck, in which was formerly experiencing what Hannibal had brought to it, and unconsciously stared into the vampire's eyes. He could've sworn that he could see right through it, and very much in a not literal way. He allowed his hands to travel back to either side of him, before he uttered a deep breath he didn't know he kept.
Sooner that that had exited his lips, he also felt his body go limp, and his figure falling to the floor in more of a graceful way than limping, as he blinked. He hadn't known how long had his body been tense that when he breathed, his tired body had gone limp. Yet another ungraceful move of him tonight. He didn't curse this time, but allowed his gaze to lift up again at Hannibal's and shrug, even though the flush in his cheeks did state anger in himself and somewhat embarrassment for all the balance losing tonight. "It's cold." was his only excuse, and his not genuine tone didn't help that either. Well, Brendan was never one to flush out of coldness or even go limp at that, but it was the best excuse he could think of at the time being, seeing as the intensity of Hannibal's gaze now made him flush even more. He just hated losing balance in front of people, seeing as his Uncle would kindly remind him of how un"Carrillo" is that, and how he is very much a disappointment, blah, blah, blah.
That's all that hung in Brendan's mind right now. His Uncle's words were rather a blur, as he also didn't remove his gaze away. What's the use, if he already remained like that before, he could still do that. Brendan, though, did not move from his place. He didn't want to, or even perhaps can for that matter. In fact, he probably might just camp out here tonight, seeing as the long hours of the night in the castle will be even longer and Brendan could no longer survive the next day. Staying here might have decreased the worries of facing the next day. Besides, the air was Brendan's favorite: Cold, Chilly, and Soothing, not to mention quietness that wasn't unnerving; who would ever think of coming out here tonight and getting huge blisters from the cold instead of sleeping in their warm, cozy bed back in the school's campus.
and in this world it’s not our money that’s evil it’s the ones who choose it over life