What are we doing here?? [Cresenthia]

[professor remy snow]

Remy's Outfit

Remy sighed softly as she shifted positions of the tree branch she had placed herself on. It was odd, for Remy to just randomly be in the forest with no reason why. It was even more odd for her to bring her violin with her. Well, maybe it wasn't all that odd, since she brought the beautiful instument everywhere she went. She had been flying earlier, watching the forest below her for insperation whilst she played, but she had grown tired of flying, so she settled high in one of the tree's and continued to play. Music was her life, it was her everything. The sounds and beauty of the forest gave her so much insperation for her music. Though, she had also wanted to get out of the school, away from those brats she called her students. She couldn't believe how clueless each one was. Even more, she couldn't believe not a single person gave her any slack when she got pissed off at them. Seriosuly, how much can one person with an extremely high temper take. And Headmistress Cresenthia didn't help at all by assigning these students to her classes. It's like, eveyr teacher in the school wanted Remy to suffer with these students. They saw how these students acted, then they got upset when detention of filled with her students. Was she not supposed to punish them. That was another thing. They knew Remy liked punishment and pain, and they acted like they didn;t understand why she punished her students. She had almost gotten fired a few weeks ago when she had one of her demon friends set a senior boy on fire. It was hilarious. The kid only got a little hurt. Not even first degree burns and Remy was getting in trouble. Though, that's what Remy did, she got into trouble. More than her students most of the time. It was a wonder how her and Cresenthia were still able to stay friends.

Remy sighed softly as she froze for a moment, placing her violin on her lap. Picking it back up a moment later she fluttered up into the air. Ah, flying, one of Remy's favorite things to do. Though, her wings were odd, just like her. Different from almost every other fairy's wings. They were red and black, and looked as if they'd been ripped, yet they hadn't. In all truth, they looked slightly like demonic wings. Oh, how it fit Remy. She was pretty much a heartless bitch, or, most people would say she was. She knew it, and she played it out. But truly, Remy wasn't that bad. The people who got threw her, they knew she was actually a very sweet, yet truly depressed person. Ah, the depressioon. It hjad been caused by many things. First of, her mother. That damned woman. And those damned students who practically ripp out her heart everytime they prove how clueless they are about music. Oh how it saddened the beautiful fairy. How she hated each student indevidually. Though, some weren't so bad, but all in all, she could say they all were.

Remy pulled her hat from her head, letting it fall to the ground, and shook out her long red hair. Damn how that hat had been annoying her today. Sighing softly Remy looked around. She liked the forest. It was quiet and peaceful and so very insparational. Remy was a very odd woman. She knew it, and everyone else knew it to. She sighed softly and bit her bottom lip hard. She was a violinst, singer, teacher, writer, and poet. How very complex she was. The oddest of things saddened her. And she feared the oddest things to. Such as weakness. She completely hated weakness and she feared it as well. Yawning, Remy dropped her violin from her chin, holding tightly around the neck as she flew. She was liking the peacefulnes of the forest. She knew that peacefullness would be disturbed soon. Someone was going to come and take her from the peaceful sanctuary of the forest.

Remy placed herself high in another tree, gently resting her back against the tree, and placing the violin in her lap. She closed her eyes and reflected on everything that had happened and everything she had been feeling this week. It was a sad week for her. Her student's were practically killing her, and she was so ready to set them all on fire. She wished she could get rid of them right now, just let them all die. She really just needed a few days without them A few days of a brake. She knew that wouldn't happen. As long as Cresenthia was headmistress she wouldn't be getting a break. As long as the students wanted her to suffer, there would be no brake for her.

[sorry it sucks. sorta out of muse today.]

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

The forest was not an odd place to find Cresenthia, not as long as there were things to draw in it. Art was what she lived, ate, and breathed. A day did not pass that was free of some form of art, and when a day did come when Cressy didn’t do anything artistic at all, would be the day that she was dead. Or just when something was very, very wrong. Cresenthia without art was like a fish without water, she would die without it. Art was her way of escaping everyone and everything, and could help keep her cravings for blood down.

Sitting at the base of a tree was Cresenthia, with a pad of drawing paper on her lap and a pencil in her hand. She was completely oblivious to anything around her, except what she was drawing; one of the scenes in front of her, of the trees and the birds nest, and one of the dead birds on the ground, with fallen leaves everywhere and some scattered blood from who knows what. Around this school, that was a very common sight, but Cresenthia had felt like sketching it today, and when she drew anything, she didn’t let anything or anyone interrupt her. No matter what they did, she would not look up until she was finished. She had never failed in it before, and she wouldn’t start now. Not that she heard anything anyway, since working in the school she had gotten very good at blocking people out, mainly the students though.

Making the finishing touches on her sketch, Cresenthia put her pencil down. Sighing, she picked up the medium size bad that was next to her, and opened it up, swiftly dropping the pencil and paper inside of it. She didn’t have any more paper with her, and she wasn’t going to draw on the back of her last sheet. Now this was a rare occasion, Cresenthia out of paper. Rare indeed, she could normally be found with a mountain of paper with her at all times no matter where she was. Letting her eyes scan the forest floor, she didn’t spot anything that she hadn’t seen before, just the same old twigs and leaves and dirt and dried blood. Nothing unusual.

Pushing herself off the ground, she whipped herself off, she didn’t really want to get her precious black and red corset dress dirty, even though she had been sitting in the dirt. But dirt never dared to stick to her dress, because if it did she would get very angry, and an angry headmistress was never a good thing. Making sure that he bag was securely placed over one of her shoulders, she started walking. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave the forest just yet or not, but she would let her feet take her where they wanted to go. Glancing up at the trees, she stopped, thinking that she saw something. Taking a better look she knew that she saw something – no, someone – and specific someone, Remy Snow. A small smirk curled onto her face. ”Why don’t you come on down here Remy, you don’t have to be afraid of me.” the words rolled off her tongue, a sarcastic tone carefully placed within them, the words just loud enough for her to hear them.

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[professor remy snow]

Remy picked the violin up gently, playing a sweet song. A lullaby. Actually, not exactly a lullaby. The violin music she had written for her song 'Juliet'. She closed her eyes slowley, continuing to play. Of course Remy didn't need any music for her violin. She memorized every song perfectly, in only a matter of hours. This wasn't suprising to anyone who knew Remy, for they knew she was as dedicated to her music as... oh Cresenthia was to her art. Remy lived her music. Slept, drank, ate, breathed, and completely lived her music. Without music the woman would go insane. This was known by everyone. She had made a clear point that silencing her music was practically killing her. Something her father had learned when he punished her one year with absolutely no music. It was only three days. But for those three days the sedistic, bitchy, terrible tempered Remy Heart Snow sat in a corner of her room shaking like a small child. Yes, it was odd to see Remy in a state like that. It had only happened one other time in her life. The first year she becane working here at forevermore. The first time she got into a fist fight with a student, she was punished by all of her music being taken away. Remy had practically gone insane that time, and everyone at Forevermore realized never to take her music away again. Blinking her emerald green eyes open she spotted Cresenthia sitting against the trunk of a very large tree. She rolled her eyes softly and continued playing. She knew she shouldn't be suprised to see the headmistress here, and she wasn't at all. Though, she knew if the headmistress saw her here she might possibly be suprised.

Remy stopped playing once more, when the song was finished. Immedeantly she felt slightly empty. It was odd, even when Remy had her violin, if she wasn't playing she felt empty. Like she had lost something. Like a huge gapping hole was in her soul. Ah, that was because music was her soul. Everything about her needed the music. One thing her students knew was that if she was writing a song, or playing a song, or even just writing lyrics down, she was not to be disturbed. It was the only thing her students knew, or so she thought. Of course, many people, including madame headmistress had heard her call her students pathetic idiots. Though, it wasn't the worst thing she's called her students. On a daily basis, if that was all she called them, then it was a good day. One thing her students didn't know was that in a setting like this, Remy was one of the most laid back peaceful people in the world. Remy was known for being tense and strict and bitchy, but on days like today, she was relaxed, sweet, and could be your best friend.

Remy sighed softly and pulled the violin back to her neck, starting to play the music to 'What If' another on of her songs. Ah, Remy's own origional songs, the thing that intreged her class. The only thing that could get those little bastards to shut up. Remy was a very talented soul, dedicating all her time to the music. That was why the odd fairy was such an amazing musician. Her dedication. She refused to stop writing if she was in the middle of writing a song. She refused to stop playing if she was in the middle of playing a song. She would even refuse to stop singing. Now, that often got the fairy into trouble, her hard headed one Subject mind. Everything was music to Remy. Even the yelling of students, and the scolding of the headmistress and teachers alike. She used everything for insparation for her music. Remy sighed inwardly and flew out of the tree, high into the air, where she wouldn't destract Crsenthia, not that she'd be able to. Last time she tried that she got smacked. Which, she didn't take to personally, since she would have done the same thing if someone bothered her in the middle or writing or playing. And, of course, she had before. Though, if anything, Remy had a slight fear of the headmistress. For one, she hated getting yelled at, and offten the headmistress was yelling at her. Now, it wasn't normal for the fairy to fear anyone, but she did fear the headmistress. Biting her lip, she gently fluttered back down to the branch she had been on just moments earlier. She set the violin in her lap and yawned gently.

Blinking her eyes she watched the headmistress rise from her spot. A few moments later Cresenthia stopped and looked up at her. ”Why don’t you come on down here Remy, you don’t have to be afraid of me.” was what she heard the woman say to her. Sarcasm apparent in her words. Remy laughed softly. The headmistress knew Remy slightly feared her, and she often used that to her advantage when dealing with the stubborn fairy. Remy glanced down at her, sliding off the branch, and fluttering just a bit below it. She was holding the violin tightly at the neck and she rolled her eyes. Oh right... she mumbled back, sarcasm in her voice. Though, only she could hear the responce. Now. What is our lovely madame headmistress doing in the forest? she asked, acting suprised to see her. She fluttered down to the other woman and settled on the ground, she black boots keeping her at the same height as Cresenthia. Without the boots she knew she would be slightly shorter than the headmistress, and she didn't like the idea of that. Remy glanced at the ground as she waited for an answer from the headmistress.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

It really wouldn’t have surprised Thia if Remy had already known that she was here, she could have been playing her precious violin and she wouldn’t have noticed. Actually, Cresenthia liked it when Remy played her violin, she never actually admitted it out loud, but she did rather enjoy hearing it when she was drawing, even if she didn’t notice it was there. It…helped her sort of. She had expressed before that she liked the girl’s music, but she never actually informed her of how much she liked it, and she wasn’t about to anytime soon. It just wasn’t her, just like she wasn’t about to tell any of her students if she actually liked one of their pieces, she would just say if it was good or not.

A small smirk curled onto her face as she watched the fairy flutter down to the ground. She wasn’t sure if she was going to do it at first, but she was glad she had. “Well my dear, the forest is a very interesting place full of new pictures every day. There is always something in here that you might have overlooked, which gives me something else to draw. I doubt I would be in here for another reason besides that.” she informed her, though she doubted that she didn’t already know that. If it didn’t have to do with art, Cresenthia had nothing to do with it. She was a little…obsessed with art, addicted to it. Some say she liked it a little too much, but then the people that said that also said that Remy liked music too much, and they also tended to die very quickly; normally from Cresenthia making sure they ended up in the games. For unlike Remy, when she was mad at her students, she normally choose the ones she disliked the most and made sure they went to the games.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she tilted her head slightly. Opening her mouth into a half-smile, just wide enough for her fangs to show just a tad. “Now, better question. What are you doing in here? Don’t you have students to be yelling at?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice, but it was partially hidden by an accusing tone. Cresenthia spent half of her time yelling at her for the way she behaved to her students, she sometimes wondered if there was anything else this fairy did – besides music.

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[professor remy snow]

Remy was completely clueless when it came to how much Cresenthia liked her music. But, she was the same as the headmistress in that way. She would never admit to Cresenthia how much she liked her art. How much inspiration the art gave her to put into her songs. Now, Remy would also never admit to a student that she liked their songs, partically because it was pretty much once in a blue moon a good peice came out of one of those little rats. Now, everyone knew Remy had a terrible temper, even students who had started in Forevermore knew it. It was one of the things students talked about. When Remy's name came into a conversation, the first thought of everyone was probably 'what a heartless bitch,' and oh how Remy played that part well. Now, back to that bad temper of hers. It got worse when she heard the terrible things her students did to music. The terrible sounds they made on those intruments. When Remy heard a student talk illy of music, it was over. Just a few days ago, Remy had got into a huge fist fight with a student for talking badly of music. All music in general. Music like Thia and her art, Remy was addicted to music. It was her life. If something didn't have to do with music, forget it. Remy had a one-track mind. Music. That was it.

Remy glanced up at the headmistress when she heard her speak. “Well my dear, the forest is a very interesting place full of new pictures every day. There is always something in here that you might have overlooked, which gives me something else to draw. I doubt I would be in here for another reason besides that.” Remy giggled softly. Now, giggling was NOT something Remy did often, but, when she did, it was a very sweet, light, almost childish giggle. Completely opposite of the fairy herself. Remy nodded softly. she knew there was no other reason for the Headmistress to be in the forest. But, of course, being Remy Heart Snow, she just HAD to ask. That was another thing about Remy. Even if she knew the answer to a question, she'd ask it. Especially with Cresenthia, mostly it was to piss her off, but somethimes, it wasn't. Like know for instense. Hearing Thbia speak again brought her back to reality, from her little bubble of thoughts. “Now, better question. What are you doing in here? Don’t you have students to be yelling at?”

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Smiling lightly Remy rolled her eyes. Now, what else would I be doing here other than bugging you. No, actually, I was looking for insperation, and plus, those little brats are killing me. I mean, I swear one day you'll find a room full of dead bodies Cresenthia! Well, i'm here because I needed a break I know this is the only possible way I'll get one, to hide out here in tghe forest. But alas, I have been found. she replied, sighing to add effect to the last sentence. Remy glanced at her, then knelt down to put the violin back in it's case, which just so happened to be right infront of her. As she rose back up, she smirked softly. Oh, and those little rats are probably running around destroying something anyway... at least it's not MY something this time she said. Thankful, since yesterday one of her demon students set four violins on fire. She had been SO pissed at him, she nearly killed him. If a few other students hadn't held her back the school would be dealing with a killer teacher and a dead student right now.[/blockquote][/size]

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

If it wasn’t for the fact that Remy liked music so much, Thia doubted that she would ever be able to stand being in the same room as her. Art and music were very similar, since technically music is a form of art. Cresenthia actually kind of admired how dedicated Remy was to her music, but would she ever mention it? Again, no. She believes that sometimes if you tell people how good they are, they might just let it get to their head and then they will think that they are best thing since sliced bread. Not everyone would end up like that, but it still kept her from telling anyone.

Listening to her speak, she had to refrain herself from shaking her head. Thia little fairy really did need to learn how to control her temper, but she doubted that would ever actually happen. Remy would probably die being pissed off at someone. ”Maybe you shouldn’t have been a teacher then.” she stated. Normally, if you didn’t like students, you probably shouldn’t choose teaching as your profession, granted Cresenthia didn’t like them all the time, but she could at least tolerate most of them. “Try and avoid having a room full of dead bodies, I don’t enjoy the smell of blood from a dead body.” she added, wrinkling her nose up. The only blood she liked the smell of was from witches and humans, all other species blood didn’t smell good to her at all, and dead bodies blood smelled even worse.

Cresenthia wouldn’t doubt it if students were destroying something, they did that often, which was one reason that Cresenthia hid all things that she valued in places where students wouldn’t find them. It was safer that way, then she wouldn’t have to make a snack out of whoever had been touching her things. Though she had heard about a student setting violins on fire, and Remy getting mad, but beyond that she hadn’t heard anything, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know anymore though. “Should I even ask why it won’t be something of yours this time?” she questioned, her eyebrows rising slightly.

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[professor remy snow]

Now, if Cresenthia didn't love art as she did, there would be no way Remy could stand being around her, and her fear for her would probably be hightented. Of course, one thing Remy loved about Thia was her dedication. Her dedication to her art. Now, of course, Remy has no intentions of telling Thia that any time soon, or ever actually, but she would think it. Of course, it was rare for Remy to ever say anything nice to anyone, and even when a student made a nice song, or could play well, she told them it was bad. Well, unlike many other things, Remy had a reason for this. Now, when one of those incolent children could play the violin, or any other instrument, and could write a song, she felt if she put it down, they'd work harder. Most times they did. Remy knew some of her students had potential, but she'd never say it to them, or even give Cresenthia a hint she thought so. Remy preffered to keep the good feelings to herself. Now, if Remy suddenly went one day and began praising her good students, that'd kill the little act she was holding up. Speaking of said act, only a few people in Forevermore knew the heartless bitch thing was an act, unforuanatly for Remy, Cresenthia was one of them. Now, it wasn;t often that Cresenthia brought it up, since they weren't around eachother often, but it seemed when they were around eachother, it was brought up at least once. Oh, how she regretted giving Cresenthia any sign she wasn't as cold and heartless as everyone thought. Even more, she regreted that Cresenthia was the only one in the school that knew she wasn't as happy as she made herself out to be, or as mad, no, just depressed. Of course, no one but Remy and Cresenthia knew that.

Hearing her speak snapped her from her thoughts and she looked at the headmistress, a small frowm slowley forming on Remy's lips at her words. ”Maybe you shouldn’t have been a teacher then.” She found a million thoughts went flying threw her head when the woman finished speaking. No, Remy had known her entire life she wanted to be a tracher. She just didn;t know she would end up working here. Now, Remy loved teaching, just because she loved to see the students who were good succeed. Now, that's another thing she'd never say. Hearing Cresenthia speak again snapped her from her thoughts for a second time. “Try and avoid having a room full of dead bodies, I don’t enjoy the smell of blood from a dead body.” the frown disappeared just slightly, turning into a pout. But Thiaaaaa she whined softly. One thing about being around Cresenthia was she didn;t have to keep the heartless bitch act up to much, and she actually slightly liked that.

Remy knew the students had been destroying something, since the class she currently had was tghe most destroctive of all. And concidering the fairy never even went to the class, and left her doors locked, that ment her students were wondering the school destroying things. Well, concidering I locked my doors and never went to class, leaving those incolent brats alone, they're probably roaming the halls looking for something to destroy. she said with a soft smile. Of she knew those kids were destroying something, or in some student's cases, killing something. On the plus side, it wasn't any of her stuff.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Stubbornness seemed to be another thing that the two professors had in common. If they didn’t want to tell someone something or let someone find something else, than that’s exactly what would happen, the person wouldn’t find out and they sure as hell wouldn’t tell them. It came in very handy actually, being stubborn, but Cresenthia would never admit that she was, she was much too stubborn to admit that she was actually stubborn. But at least it helped her keep secrets, because she would never let anyone find out something if someone didn’t want it to be found out. She was good at that sort of thing.

Seeing her pout was just about one of the most hilarious things to Cresenthia, or at least it seemed like it was. ”But Remyyyyy…” she whined mockingly, her lips curling into a smirk. ”No buts. You’re not that heartless.” she told her, a stern tone creeping into her voice. She knew that she wasn’t as heartless as she seemed to be, though she didn’t doubt that she might actually kill a bunch of students, she just hoped that she would refrain herself from doing so. Having a roomful of dead students would not be a good thing, and would be hell to clean up.

Hearing the woman’s words, her eyes rolled slightly, shaking her head. A soft chuckle escaped her lips. Why did this not surprise her? Oh yea, it was Remy. She would be the teacher to call the students brats and locking her doors so that they didn’t destroy her classroom, though most teachers did the later, but she actually hadn’t gone to her class, which really didn’t surprise her. ”Maybe you should teach them how not to destroy things then. I’m sure that would be a fun lesson.” she suggested, chuckling slightly. For some reason she couldn’t imagine Remy teaching anyone how not to destroy something..it just painted a strange picture that was almost unbelievable to anyone who had ever met Remy.

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[professor remy snow]

Remy knew that the two were very alike in them both being stubborn, but unlike Cresenthia, Remy would proudly admit she was a stubborn little fairy. Thought, she was still wonderful at keeping secrets. Of course, somehow, Cresenthia had managed to figure out Remy wasn't the heartless bitch she pretended to be. Speaking of which, Remy was still trying to figure out how Thia had managed that one. Of course, Cresenthia did seem to figure everything out about everyone. Though, Remy had to say, in all complete truth, she was slightly happy there was someone who knew she wasn't as heartless as she seemed to be. Someone she didn't have to be a complete bitch to. Know, Remy wouldn't admit it, because, well, it might go to Cresenthia's head, and Remy didn't need that. Remy gently kneeled down and picked up the violin case which she had left on the ground. Settling it carefully on her shoulder, Remy glanced at the headmistress.

When she heard Cresenthia mock her, she giggled once more. Damn, she had to stop giggling. She'd been doing that lately, and she was not happy about it. She frowned when the woman mentioned her not being as heartless as she seemed. I could very easily change that! she said. Which, she and Cresenthia both knew was a lie. Remy was never going to truly be able to change. she was always going to be sweet deep down. Though, with most people, it was way to deep down for them to find. But, thia had found it. Remy knew Cresenthia didn't doubt that she would kill a few students, and she would. If they got her nerves enough. But, she hadn't yet, so, she most likely never actually would, she'd refrain herself from it. But THIA! I didn't say I'd kill them in a gruesome, hard to clean up, manner! she whined once more.

She sighed softly then frowned once more. When Thia mentioned teaching her students not to destory stuff, she pouted.That would NOT be a fun lesson! she said, knowning Cresenthia was slightly serious. I can hardly keep myself from destroying things, and you want me to teach them how not to?!?! she said, crossing her arms. She kept the pout on her face, knowning Cresenthia found it hilarious.

[sorry, im really cold, having trouble typing... and my mind is on keeping myself warm, so I'm sorta out of muse today...]

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Hearing a fairy giggle was not normally an uncommon thing, but when the fairy was Remy Snow, it was just downright hilarious. Anyone who had ever seen her would not think that a giggle could ever even come from her, it was impossible to even think of. But here, it was happening, and it made Thia chuckle a little. Hearing her words, she raised her eyes brows. For some reason she doubted that she could ‘very easily change that’. “Oh I’m sure you could, just like I can stop drinking blood.” she didn’t even try to hide the sarcasm in her words as she spoke, if she could have made the sarcasm more noticeable, she would have.

Shaking her head, she forced herself not to laugh again. It was amusing to hear her whine, and she was sure that the majority of people had never heard her do so before. “You need to leave all killing of students up to the execution squad. Don’t try and take it into your own hands, or one of these days you just might find yourself in one of those games.” she told her, taking a slightly more serious attitude. It was not impossible for a professor to be put into the games, but that would only happen if the headmaster decided that he wanted you in the games.

Now forget about whining and giggling, this was much more amusing. Seeing Remy pouting and trying to argue with her over something, though Cresenthia was only slightly serious, she didn’t actually expect Remy to do anything of the sort. “Well, you never know, you might actually learn something yourself then.” she told her, crossing her arms as well. She doubted that Remy would ever learn how to keep herself from destroying things though, when you did something for so long, it was hard to learn how not to do it.

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[professor remy snow]

Remy knew that anyone who knew her would think giggling was impossible for her. But, it was. Not that she enjoyed it very much, but, it was unforuantaly something she couldn't control. Giggling was just one of those things.Hearing the Headmistress speak and hearing the sarcasm in her voice she sighed. Well... she mumbled, thinking of some way to agrue with her, but she couldn't. She frowned, not liking being beaten in an arguement. She shook her head and sighed once more. Well, this sucked. She didn't have any idea how to argue the point Cresenthia had just made. So, she acted like she hadn't heard it. She completely hated being beaten in agruments, because it made her feel like the other person was supierior to her, and she hated that. Though, Cresenthia quite technically was supierior to her, she still hated lossing. It was one of the things she hated the most. Lossing anything. She shifted her gaze to the ground, letting out a puff of air.

A few moments later Remy glanced back at the woman across from her. Hearing her tone become more serious Remy froze. That was something she hadn't thought of. Getting put in the games herself. She didn't like the idea at all either. She looked at her, her face changing from joking to extremely frightened. Now that was a look no one had ever seen from Remy, not even Cresenthia, until know. She didn't actually think Cresenthia would have said something like that. Of course, Remy had thought professors couldn't end up in the games, and she didn't really want to be one of the firsts.

The same look stayed on her face. I doubt I'd learn anything... she mumbled softly. She wasn't very happy at the moment, so she coudn't find it in herself to get her joking tone of voice back. The tone of her voice showed the same fear that her face displayed. Remy wasn't one to get scared easily, she she didn't know why the thought of ending up in the games frightened her so much, but they did. Now, Remy was someone who liked the games, but, ending up in them herself, that wasn't something she really wanted.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Her lips curled up in a small smirk at Remy’s defeat. Cresenthia liked winning things, but then again, who didn’t? It was always fun to beat someone in an argument, even if it was silly and kind of pointless, it was still fun. And fun wasn’t always something you had a chance to have when you were over a hundred and a teacher. Normally Cresenthia didn’t care that much about winning, she just liked to win, but if she lost it was no big deal. It actually wasn’t that much different this time, it was just amusing to her that she beat Remy at something, and she knew that Remy was very good at winning things, even if she was younger than Thia.

Cresenthia had just meant to inform her, even though they had been being sarcastic before, she had still felt like she should tell the young(er) professor that she could end up in the games as well. She hadn’t meant to frighten the woman at all, but by the looks of it, she had. ”Don’t worry dear. I doubt you could really upset the Headmaster so much that he wanted to get rid of you.” she told her quickly after seeing her reaction. She didn’t know how much it would take to make the Headmaster angry enough, but since a teacher had never been in the games before, she doubted that they would start now.

This was bad, Thia knew that Remy was not one to get scared easily, but she had managed to scare her. ”Of course you could! It’s always possible to learn new things. If you teach someone else how to get their frustration out through something besides destroying things, then you could easily learn it yourself.” she said, trying to lighten the mood at least slightly. She didn’t like seeing Remy like this, it just wasn’t normal.

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[professor remy snow]

Unlike Cresenthia, Remy completely hated loosing. Loosing meant she was to weak to win, and she hated weakness. Remy was a big fan of winning. She thought a lot of it, and when she lost it was a big deal. She especially hated loosing to Thia, because she knew Thia enjoyed winning against her. Remy was wonderful at winning, even though she was younger than Thia, and almost always won. Loosing was one of those things Remy hated ever since she was young. She was a very competitive person, and competitive people usually hated loosing.

Remy had been extremely scared at that moment. She's never really felt that scared and showed it, but she did now. She kneew Cresenthia would know it was bad to see her in this state. Remy didn't get scared easily. Even thoough she loved the hames, the possibility of being in them herself scared the hell out of Remy. Probably because she didn't go here as a student, so she never felt the fear of being the next person in the games. When Cresenthia commented about the headmaster she shook her head He already finds me extremely annoying... she said softly, she scared tone in her voice.

Remy glanced at her when she tried to lighten the mood. Realizing Cresenthia hadn't meant to scare her calmed her down a bit. Well, I've never been one to easily change how I am. she said. Her tone of voice lightened slightly, and so did her facial expression, but her eyes still held the same fear in them. Something Remy absolutely hated, her eyes always gave her feelings away, at least, when she was around Cresenthia they did. That was probably one of the biggest things she liked, yet disliked about Cresenthia, she always knew what Remy was feeling, with out the fairy even having to say anything.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

The only thing that Cresenthia would not stand losing would be the games, the ones the execution squad put on. Because if you lost at that, you died, if you won, you got to live. Well, it wasn’t actually winning; it just meant that you didn’t die so yay for you! You’re alive! And if you lost, well, you were dead already so it didn’t really matter unless you were a ghost. So really, she was only competitive if it was her life at stake. Which was very reasonable – in her mind at least. Seriously, who wouldn’t do anything to stay alive? She’d rather someone else be dead if it meant she was still alive.

Cresenthia shook her head, yeah she probably didn’t doubt that the Headmaster found Remy annoying, but just because someone found someone annoying didn’t mean that you would have the person killed. Right? Hopefully. “Well, the games aren’t that bad. I was in them when I went to school here, and I’m still alive.” she informed her, a cheesy smile plastered on her face. She didn’t mention that she almost died, and that her daughter did die in the games, but you know, that wasn’t important. If she could survive it, she was sure that Remy could. Though some of the kids in the squad are a lot better at it than the kids who were in it when she was there.

The cheesiness of her smile left, leaving only the smile part of it when she heard the fairy speak, she was at least a little better – in her voice anyway. Maybe not less scared in her eyes, but she would work on that. ”Well, it’s really just a matter of perspective. Maybe you don’t find it that easy, but to someone else it could just be a tad bit difficult.” she told her, realizing that what she said really wasn’t that different, but hey, she was an art teacher not an english one.

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