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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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“No. I will not allow any of that behavior for as long as I am your mentor.” Ramell growled. “The girls and boys will been in separate rooms.”

“Hey, that works too. I’ve been dying to feel how hard Kan’s eight packs are.” Rigel purred.
(I think Rigel should be bi now)

“I don’t want to hear this.” Thalia said as she fled to her own room.

Ramell glared, “Rigel, you can have your own room.”

Emora shot daggers at Rigel with her eyes, “Aren’t you with Joseph?”

Rigel smiled and drawled, “He doesn’t mind.”

Draco scratched the back of his neck, “Let’s go two to a room, I don’t trust anyone here just yet. Although,” Draco looked at Rigel and added pointedly, “You can share a room with me. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

The dramans seperated. Ramell went to his room, and he looked back at his wife, “Aren’t you coming?”

Ebony waved her hand, “No, I’m having a sleepover with the girls. Sorry hun, we’re talking about boys,” She squealed as she ushered the hesitant girls, Emora, Nula, Thalia, and Skylar, into the closest room. She told one of the servers to get sleeping bags for them. And closed the door behind her with a scheming grin.

Ramell sighed, “I guess I’m hanging with you, Draco,” And him, Draco and Rigel went into a room and left the door cracked.

Kan looked at the remaining proteges: Edwin, Clay, Gregory, Kyle, and Rvan, “Brothers, your coming with me. You Flames can share a room,” Kan and his younger brothers went to a room and closed the door behind them, Clay offering a small grin at Rvan and the fire protèges.

Gregory shrugged and chose a room. Kyle followed. But Rvan didn’t, “I can handle myself,” was his only explanation as he went to a separate room. Kyle was about to stop him, but Gregory shook his head. From days flying with the shadow draman, he knew he probably needed his own space for a night or so. Gregory pulled Kyle in the room with him.

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The last thing Skylar wanted was to be trapped inside a room with Ebony. And yet that is exactly what happened. “Does Ebony do things like this with you?” She asked Emora as she unrolled her sleeping right next to the earth draman.

Emora ground her teeth, “Tries to. I’ve been successfully avoiding it until now.”

Ebony grinned as she faced them all, “Sooooooooo, any love interests? There are sooooooo many boys to talk about. Or girls, if you prefer them.”

Skylar made a sound similar to a growl.

Thalia’s cheeks turned an unhelpful shade of red.

“I fell in love with a fifty-year-old man who sacrificed lambs to me daily, but then he died and his ghost was waaay to clingy so I dumped him.” Nula said as she casually unrolled her tiny child-sized sleeping bag.

Ebony purposely ‘didn’t hear’ what Nula said, instead attacking at the lure of Thalia’s blushing, “Thaliaaaaaaa, I see a tint of red upon you cheeks! Who is it? Is it Rvan? Or is it Kyyyyyle?”

Better not be Rvan, Skylar internally growled.

“Ooooorrrr, could it be both?” Ebony asked mischievously, already fantasizing a world filled with drama and romance between Thalia, Kyle, and Rvan.

“Um—ur—I really don’t have one…” she lied as her cheeks became a brighter shade of red.

Ebony waved her hands in the air, “OOOOOOOOO! IT’S PROBABLY BOTH!”

Emora rolled her eyes. Ebony had always been the valentine, matchmaker, love doctor, Cupid, and whatever other title that has to do with love, throughout the time she knew Ramell’s wife. And she sometimes got a little too excited. Emora felt bad for the poor draman under Ebony’s love claws.

“No—seriously! I don’t like Rvan.” Thalia squeaked. She could feel everyone’s gaze burning into her. “He is sweet, but he is still just a friend. And—and I doubt Kyle actually likes me.” She looked down at her hands. She hoped and prayed Ebony would pry one of the other girls about their crush.

Ebony began to open her mouth again to probably ask if Thalia liked Kyle, but Emora stepped in, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Boys and girls are a big whoop. But we should be talking about more important things. Didn’t you realize they have slaves here? The ones escorting us to our rooms? It’s just eerie and in the wrong time period,” Emora pointed out.

“They have surveillance cameras in the halls too.” Nula piped in as examined her nails. “Not a good sign.”

Ebony’s face grew into an image of worry, “You don’t think they’d try to… do anything, would you? Like turn us over to the Council?”

Emora sighed, “I’m sure they would, but probably tomorrow more likely. They still have to get money from the Council. It’s a bidding war, remember? Just as long as we keep up the at-least-two-to-a-room plan, we should be fine.”

Thalia began fiddling with her fingers. “I can’t believe Draco ran out of money.”

Nula put a hand on Thalia’s shoulder. “Yeah, I sup pose we all forgot that he can’t always protect us no matter how badly he wants to.”

Nula looked off into the distance. “You know, it’s kind of weird…I’ve known Draco since he was six and I used to him as inferior…now, I look up to him.”

Skylar’s eyes widened. “How is that even possible?”