WELCOME!

Atticus knew this wasn’t going to go over easily. First off, he hadn’t done magic in over ten years. Second, the moment he had stepped into the castle (yesterday) he left like he was chocking. There was so much magic here! His body had become accustomed to a pure, and magic-less, environment. He had to fight the urge to run out and exorcise everything. There were ghosts here! And poltergeists, and demons of all sorts! Had it really been so long ago that he forgot what it was like to be a student here?

He hadn’t slept much last night. He was wigged out. Atti had become so attuned to not having this “demon seed” around him that he seriously wanted to just leave. But he had to be here, he had to lead children out of this place…

While teaching them about it. Ugh, how was he supposed to do this?! So instead of lying awake all night he sat at his desk and turned his old wand over and over in his fingers. The Order had sent it back to him. He had forgotten how beautiful the wood was. How light it felt in his hand, how perfectly it fit. Transfiguration. He could do this. He had set aside his wand after he convinced himself to stay, and took up his rosary instead. He’d try and keep this as close as possible the next few weeks, months, years, however long he was supposed to be here. He was a substitute teacher for a substitute teacher. The current sub was in the hospital wing. Where the real teacher was Atticus had no idea.

“It is none of your business.” The Headmaster had told him. “The Ministry has assigned you here to teach, not to pry. This is my school, I will run it as such.”

So Atticus was going to teach. But that left the other problems.

It was getting hot. He could feel it under his cassock. Why they were having classes in the summer he’d never know. But he knew this was going to be difficult. In a church it was cool, calm, he could live in a black cassock no problem. Here, though… he was not going to wear a magic robe. He was a priest! He was not giving that up. But boy was it going to be hot! And the students surely didn’t like it either. They were in the heavy robes and uniforms, they were here when they should be home.

Lastly, Attie knew that he was taking over for a teacher that was very liked. He remembered having subs when he was in school; they never made it easy for the poor professor. Hopefully with his training in the church he’d be able to keep the class sort of in order.

Putting his small case on the desk when he entered the empty room, he tugged slightly at the shoulder cape. Nine in the morning and already ninety degrees. He was going to die in this castle. Opening the bag he pulled out his bible, sitting it on the corner before taking out his notes that his mother had sent him (he had sent her an owl asking her for his old school books and notes) and his wand. God first, magic second. He sent up a prayer that he’d remember that.

He wasn’t going to do much this class-period, he was hoping just to survive not getting hexed. Just introduce yourself, try not to mess any magic up because you haven’t done any since you were eighteen, and get back to your room. Which is deeper in the castle, away from the sun and its heat…

You say goodbye,

I'll say hello

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Callista Springss fourth class of the day was Transfiguration. Divination had went well. Tripp and Reggie had gotten her into a better mood since the first two classes hadn't gone well. Also Dante had been in her Divination class! Dante had sat with them at their table. That class had been so much fun, too! It had made her forget the terrible morning she had. Tripp and Reggie seemed abit uncomfortable, but they soon saw why she was hanging out with him. Callista was sure they'd be friends in no time! Coming into her Transfiguration class, she waved to the Professor.

Wait. Hold up! He wasn't their substitue teacher they had the first time. He wasn't their Professor. Who was this guy? He looked like a Priest. She was confused. Callista stopped to take in the surroundings, she then looked for the right place to sit. She did the same thinking she had done in other classes. Callista moved to the front, but not the one at the very front. This was the middle table at the front. Now she just had to wait for the other students to come in. It was Monday, so they were for suring taking their damn time. That or still eating when it was past time to go to class.

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Lyric: The Beatles

Dante Giovanni Hunters

You're like a drug you got me wanting more
(and i'm not strong enough to resist you anymore)

Dante saw the back of Callista's red hair boucning as she walked into Transfiguration class. He smiled happily and walked behind her. he took the seat behind her and covered her eyes with his icy cold hands. " Guess who! one chance to get it right or I'm taking back my sweets i gave you last period!" Dante chuckled and let his hands fall. He had given Calli some candies to make her feel better, poor girl looked like she was having a bad morning! It was so strange how he felt about these humans! They had truley got through to him like never before! His father told him they would but he didn't believe him, at first Dante couldn't stand the smell of them, now he was happy to have their scent all around him, suffocating him until he stopped taking in breath.

Speaking of scent. Dante took a nice whiff of the class. Something smelled so different. So... holy? His eyes turned into plates as he took a glance at the front of the class. He was sodistracted with trying to get Calli's attention he hadn't realised the new substitute. The scent was holy for a reason, the man before him was a preist! He twitched in his chair as he studied the religious person. All dressed in his robes and even the white collar. Boy Dante should have seen this when he walked in and he would have had he been paying attention.

He gulped. This was not going to be good. he only hoped the man behind the desk wouldn't figure out what he was, so long as he dind't touch him, Dante would be fine. the wolf in him told him to stay calm but the vampire was going into a frenzy yelling at him to get out while he had a chance. He gripped the back of Callista's seat for support and tried to keep his face straight. Poor thing though, he probably looked constipated to everyone else.

The scent was burning Dante's nose. he had to stop breathing! he knew he could, he just couldn't stop! Inhale.. Exhale..inhale..exhale.. with each intake of air he felt the heat rise in his throat. What was going to happen? HE had to remain in class for an hour! he'd never do it! Why couldn't they unpetrify Professor Spectrum! At least he smelled nice!

Angie walked in the Transfiguration behind Dante and she rolled her eyes as she walked in. She took a seat next to him and seen how he was acting strange for some reason."Hey what's up with you Dante?"she asked as she looked up and seen the professor who was there and she stiffened up. She knew why he was acting strange."Ah hell no."Angie said as she looked back over to Dante and sighed."Calm down Dante it will be fine."she said as she watched him looking at the professor. Why in the world would they bring in a priest. It was not fair and she didn't like it at all. Angie wanted to leave so bad but now she was in here like the rest for a while or until she could find away to get her and Dante out of here. The headmaster had to be crazy for bringing in a priest and around certian students who hated them.

Erik was ecstatic. Classes! In the summer! Classes! No one could deny that he was, indeed, a Ravenclaw. Skipping on his way to class for the first time in months without Jude, Erik knew he was supposed to feel guilty. He didn’t have his friend along with him, he was alone, and he was happy about it. He wasn’t being dragged down by the forever gloomy Hufflepuff, he was free to enjoy a class for himself. Jude decided he wasn’t going to come out of the dorm today.

Entering the class the second year jumped into his seat with a flourish that belittled the heat of the day, sliding the bag-strap over his head and setting it on the ground. That’s when he caught sight of their professor. He knew that Spectrum had been hurt, wasn’t going to be there to teach classes until he was better, he had seen Temi and Olivia coming and going from the Hospital wing. But he didn’t expect this as a substitute. They had a Catholic teaching them?! Frowning slightly the Jewish pre-teen slumped in his seat, pulling out his books reluctantly. He wasn’t going to be allowed to have a fun day, was he? No, no something always had to pull a cloud over it.

this ain't how it's supposed to be
I'M HAVING NIGHTMARES
from sleeping with the enemy
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Gemini check her reflection in her compact mirror. Her hair was in the right place. Her heavy eyemake up was perfectly portioned and very in style. The lip gloss had worn off and Gem had forgotten it in her bag in her dorm. [Gem's little area of the dorm was put under extreme spell lockdown. She had Dante teach her a few spells to make sure Beck couldn't get into it.] Over all, Gemini's appearance was much better than what she had seen of Beck. Of course, to Gemini, she always looked better than Beck. She was always the prettier one. Beck just had the name.

Gem walked into the classroom and noticed Dante. She smiled and squeaked happily. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pulled up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Afternoon, Dante." Her smile was as big as it had ever been seen. She was so happy to just see him and be able to show how she had affection for him. She moved around to his side and looked to Callista. Gem smiled and nodded her head. "Hello, Callista. Its very nice seeing you this morning." Gemini had a pleasant side. It was hard to see it as being fake. She had very few friends at the moment and allies were important to keep around. Even if she would end up not liking Callista, Gemini was going to act like she did. But she didn't seem mutant.

Gem looked up at the new teacher everyone seemed to be tweaking about. She blinked a few times. He was absolutely...wow. Gem's face lit up and she took a few steps closer towards him. "Oh. My. Merlin! He is so adorable! Look at the cute little robe and the white collar! He's just so...holy!" Gem stopped her squeaking in adoration. Then, she looked up at Dante, a confused look bearing on that pale face. "Isn't he a bit of an oxymoron? A magical priest? Shouldn't he have like...burned himself on a stake by now?" Her voice was kind of loud. She really didn't care who heard her. She was curious and wanted an answer.

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by now you should've somehow realized what
YOU'RE NOT TO DO
i don't believe that anybody feels the way I do
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Temi didn't want to be here. No, no, no! He did not! He was happy and content skipping class in the hospital wing. He had slept there last night. He was curled up next to Toby's cold body. Professor Tishman thought it was a little weird. Temi knew it was. But he didn't care! Well, Professor Tishman had basically shoved him into the classroom. This was the one place Temi didn't want to be.

The room wasn't anything without Toby. There was no bright smile to greet him. Instead, there was a priest. If Temi had had any color to him, it would have left. Temi hadn't had a good relationship with the Catholic church. His mother was raised Catholic, but ended up punching a nun for calling her a whore for getting pregnant. For two years, Temi and Lizette use to stand outside and post up Pro-Choice posters on church buildings, subscribe priests and deacons to PlayGirl, and other such not-nice tasks.

Not to mention...being openly gay...bi...but gay....

Temi threw his bag on the floor, "Whatever mighty spirit that haunts this earth really has a grudge against me, doesn't he? Oh this really freaking sucks ice right here..." Temi pouted as he took his seat nearish the back. He hated the church. He officially hated this class. He was hoping to be ignored for the most part. All he wanted was his Olive and to annoy every living lifeform out of this man.

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notes WHO KNEW TEMI DIDN'T LIKE CHRUCH!

F - U - N !

F is for FRieNDZ that do stuff together! U is for YOU and me!
N is for nose picking, sharing gum, & sand lickin
(!here with my best buddy!)

Olivia was walking down the hall, snacking on some popcorn and heading to Transfiguration when she saw Temi slowly walking into the class. Olivia's face lit up but quickly went into fright. What if Temi threw a fit or something? Transfig was Toby's class! She dropped the small box of popcorn and skidded down the hall to jump behind him. She had to make sure he was going to be ok. But she knew he wasn't. Earlier that day she saw Professor Tishman dragging him from Toby's bed. Olivia couldn't stand to see him so down and hurt.

She walked behind him causiously in case something happened. Who knew what could! When people were upset or overly stressed they did wierd things. Sure enough, she was right but thankfully it wasn't that bad. His bag his the floor and Temi's voice grew louder. She gasped, bracing for the worse. But then he went straight to the back and took a seat. Olivia clutched her chest an sighed a big relief. He was ok! For now. it didn't dawn on her that someone else had taken over Toby's class until she looked to the front of the class, she had to do a double take. He was preist? She caught the final words of Gemini Slayne and giggled. How true! Weren't catholics totally against this magic stuff?

She tossed on a smile and grabbed Temi's bag where he left it and hurried to take the seat next to him. "Temi! Such words! And about a preist! You can't say the 'EFF' word in the presence of such holiness!"she leaned over and covered his mouth playfully, happy to see he was here and lively! Since the happening with Professor Spectrum, Temi had lost his light. Olivia tried a many times to relight it, but she knew only one person could fully cast his flame. She was glad however to be there for her friend.

what must we do to restore
OUR INNOCENCE
and oh, the promise we adored
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So Tripp was just on his merry ole way! He really didn't care too much. It was a good day for him. His mom sent him a package. It was a whole bunch of pictures of Phael, his trusty canine companion. Tripp also got the news that his dad was renting a place in Hogsmeade and taking Phael to live with him. Tripp was going to get to play with his dog this summer! He waso so excited to have his puppy back!

He had a bunch of the pics in his bag to show to Reggie. He had yet to run into him today and hoped he would show up to this class. Walking into the room, Tripp almost shit his pants. There was a priest! His cousin had taken him to church once and the priest and like torn him apart, saying his pants were too low and that men didn't wear make up or carry around bags. Tripp was pissed as hell. This was not good to remember. Oh well! Tripp didn't have to listen.

Then, another site caught him off guard. His girlfriend was surrounded by two Slytherins. Not any Slytherins, though. Of course not! It had to be, of all people, Gemini Slayne (bitchy-poo head) and Dante Hunters (growly mcpoutpout). Tripp didn't know if Cali could handle herself. He walked up closer and placed his hand on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. His eyes turned to Dante and Gemini. "I really hope we don't have a problem here, guys. Its not like your type to talk to the girls like my Callista..."

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lyrics AMAZING PARAMORE!
tag THE SEXY PEOPLE IN THE ROOM !
notes AWWW HE'S SO PROTECTIVE!

-------can't read my poker face-------
russian roulette is not the same without a gun
& baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun
check this hand cause I'm marvelous
-------can't read my poker face-------

Running through the halls quickly, Cilla realised she had completely forgotten her wand! "Shit!"She mumbled and darted back to the Gryffindor common room. It had been an aweful morning. Being a morning person was something she could never be happily so why make kids get up so early just so she can fall asleep again in class and get fussed at? Made no sense at all. Quickly dodging people in the hall ways, she bumped into a few people. "Well move! You see me trying to get through!" This wasn't turning out to be a good day.

And to make matters worse, her mom sent her a letter again fussing at her to brush her hair for once! Cilla laughed. Never! Just for that she wasn't even going to wash it! ... ok well maybe... A poor first year jumped in the way at the wrong second in time, she flung the poor kid by the back of his shirt and stuck her tongue at him. The portrait of the Fat Lady was in view now and she still had moments to spare before she was officially late to class! "Password?" Vicilla stared at ehr, dumbfounded for a few moments. "Er.. Um.. I think.. wait! It's-" Just as she was about to speak, the little Gryffindor first year was back with a vengence! He stomped so hard on Cilla's foot that she was boucing around looking much like a certain ferret in his fourth year of Hogwarts some years ago.

"Why you little! Come back here!"but he was gone, laughing hysterically and smiling widely from ear to ear. She mumbled the password quickly and grabbed her wand from the table where she had left it. With a blink of an eye, she was running at full speed to get to class on time. "Please let me make it! Please let me make it! Cilla had been watching way to much muggle baseball and knew that if you slid to home, the runner usually made it. Well, she did just that. With a running start, she slid on her stomach into class, messy wad of curls bouncing nappily everywhere.

"And I'm.. SAFE!"She stood up and looked around to the teacher. "Man, if I'd have known it was costume day I'd have dressed more appropriate!" Now, where to sit? Damn! Where the hell was she going to sit? She took a seat behind Tripp and pulled her bag ontop her desk. Why... did.. it ..feel.. light?!?! "You've got to be kidding me!She emptied her bag on her desk only to find a quill, a bottle of ink half full and a peice of parchment. Her Transfiguration book was gone. She slammed her head onto the desk and let her bag fall to the ground dramatically. She had rushed to get her wand and completely forgot about her school books! What a bad day this was going to be. Since her head was already on the desk, she decided to leave it there. Not much was going to get done anyway without her book.

Milton was making his way to the Transfiguration Class when he was distracted by Sissy and the fight they had and he got mad all over again. As he walked towards the room he was bumped into by a second year and Milton looked at him and yelled at him."Watch where you are going you little shithead."he told him as he walked passed him getting closer to the room.


As Milton walked in the room he came to a stop when he seen the priest. "Looks like someone missed the party."he said as he took a seat in the back of the class by the door. As he sat down he seen Dante and Gem there and he rolled his eyes at the site."Well look who it is, Gem the dog loving tratior and Dante who is noting but a flea bag who is only in Slytherin only becasue he parents were and he isn't even worthy of the crest on his robes."Milton said loud enough so they could hear him. Milton didn't care anymore and he was getting back to where he needs to be.

Dante Giovanni Hunters

You're like a drug you got me wanting more
(and i'm not strong enough to resist you anymore)

Dante was practically in a trans as he watched the Professor's every movement. if his hand went up even to scratch his nose, Dante's eyes were on him. He didn't trust the priest. He reminded him far too much of the hunter who tried to catch him some years ago. The cross that man had in his hands sent Dante into a frenzy of emotions and it still haunts him to this day. And by the looks of it, it would continue with his guy.

A voice snapped him out of it. Turning his head only slightly, he let his eyes linger on the Professor before actually noticing who sat next to him. Angela! What the hell? He raised a brow to her. She was so weird. One minute she was slapping you in the face and trying to rip your limbs off and the next she was acting like nothing ever happened! Calm down Dante it will be fine Without knowing, he growled at her. She was such an annoyance to him! He hated even having the same class with her right now. " What would you know!" He snapped back to look at the man at the front of the class. He hoped he didn't hear him growl at her. Maybe he would only think it was a joke. It wasn't like it was loud anyway.

His name rang through his ears; the melody of her voice was so soothing. There was no questioning who this was. The one person who actually made him feel alive. Gemini Slayne! He stood from his seat as she got closer to him and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. The collision of her kiss on his cheek was deadly, yet he couldn't resist giving her one back. This relationship was tearing the house apart. But for all Dante cared, he was going to hell anyway.

She let go of him. He could sense something was wrong. She saw the priest and began walking closer to him. He had to fight back the urge to snatch her away. She was inching closer and closer, examining him like a toy. Dante's breathing increased. He wanted her to move, he needed her to, and he wanted to feel safe again. Had it been under any other circumstances he would have laughed at her remark about the man. And maybe even crack a joke or two along with her. But he couldn't. If something went wrong and he so much as touched Dante, he would have a fit.

She was looking at him though, waiting for him to answer her. Dante swallowed hard. "It is kind of silly." He grabbed her hand, pulling her firmly so she would move and they could get to their seats

Atticus’ thoughts on it being a tough class was right. Already he was getting strange looks. From the first person to come in (the red-head) to now the person that slid in through the door he was getting the strangest reactions. Was it because he was a priest, he had no doubt; was it because the kids liked their old teacher better, he knew for sure. But he was here, and for the time being, he was their teacher. He just hoped he didn’t wind up in the hospital wing next to the first professor. Sighing quietly Atticus closed his eyes and sent up a quick prayer while fingering his rosary. He really really hoped the pale one that was second to come into the class wasn’t going to pull out his wand and murder him right there on the spot. After all, the blond had said something about burning him at the stake.

Putting on a small smile Attie stood and pulled his shoulders back to keep himself as dignified as he could in such a position. Stepping around to the front of the desk he glanced around at the un-amused faces, feeling his own fall slightly, clearing his throat before offering a grin yet again. He had to keep the class quiet; it was obvious none of them were happy, and clear that some of them didn’t get along. Did he really think the Slytherins would make happy after all these years?

“Good morning students. I’m sure you’re all aware of why I am here.” In the stillness of the room his Scottish accent rang loudly, pinching at his ears like his first mass. Oh this was going to be fun. “I am Father Akylas. I’m sure you’re all curious as to why I am here. I mean, you know why I’m here, but as to why it is I, and not someone else. Yes, right.”

Oh this was going to go off without a hitch! Already he could tell he was going to be a smashing teacher, the love of all his students! Even in his head the sarcasm brought on a grimace.

“Enough about me. It has been quite a few years since I have practiced mag-transfiguration.” Good catch Yogi Berra. “Where have you left off?” He really wanted the big Slytherin to sit back down. He didn’t know his name, but he was the one holding onto the girl that had wanted him to burn. Okay, so those weren’t really her words, but they still made him nervous. Really, they needed to sit down. At least then that would give him a head-start out the door if they decided to lunge at him.

Angie was getting ready to say something to Dante about him yelling at her and his tone when she heard what the boy in the back said about dog's and she got mad and wanted to say something to him. She turned around and glared at him to let him know that she would deal with him after class was over.

Angie turned around and looked at the priest and raised an eyebrow at him. She smirked at him when he introduced himself to the class but then stopped wehn eh started walking around and Angie got nervous. Why does he have to walk so damn close she thought to herself.

Angie cleared her throat before she said anything to the professor."I think they left off on weather or not to have you for dinner or a snack."she said dryly as she looked away so he couldn't see her eyes turn red. Angie had to get herself under control before she looked back to the professor and the others.

By now you should've somehow realized what
YOU'RE NOT TO DO
i don't believe that anybody feels the way I do
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Temi gave a slight smile to Olivia. He hated letting her see him so down. Temi wasn't normally like this. He also normally had sleep and liquid. Temi was dehydrated and sleep deprived. He hadn't had anything to drink in thrity-six hours and cried for over half of them. "Olive, I'm not a huge fan of the clergy, but still, he's just a teacher...replacing my favorite teacher, I think, I might have some right to be angry." He smiled and leaned over the hall to hug her.

Then, Father Akylas started talking. Temi didn't exactly remember where they left off. He just remembered talking with Toby through most the class about pointless things. Temi missed his love. He missed him teaching. He missed him walking. He missed him talking. Temi just...missed him. He bit his lip and tried to fight back the urge to cry. He was bad at it.

Then, some girl spoke up with some smart remark before the teacher did anything. Father Akylas had done nothing to deserve it. Temi didn't even like Catholics and he found this viciously cruel. "Oh give me a break! You are so pathetic. Why don't you just shut up? Your comments are stupid and really not needed." Temi's hand was shaking. His head was spinning. He felt as if he was going to pass out right there. "I want to get through this class and get out of here, and with absolute bullshit comments like that, we'll be stuck here for longer. Sorry, for my language, Father." Temi nodded to the teacher and turned his attention once again back to the girl. "Now, be a good doggie and be quiet and maybe I'll give you some scraps after dinner. If you don't want to be treated like a dog, don't act like a bitch. Kay? Thanks a ton."

He turned forward in his seat and looked to the substitute. "Go one with whatever you wanted to teach us, Father." Temi had never really cussed before. It wasn't much his style. He was tired. He was aggrivated. He was depressed. He was about to pass out. He wanted to cry. He just wanted out of this room. He wanted to get back to Toby's side. The best idea was to just get the class going.

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tag THE SEXILY AWESOME CLAS !
notes AWW DA TEMMERS IS PISSED!

(OOC: Forgive me. I know I needed to post)

You say goodbye,

I'll say hello

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Callista hadn't even gotten comfortable in her seat when she felt very cold hands wrap around her eyes. A very familiar voice rang out from behind her. One that she had gotten comfotable with when they hung out.Calli hadn't even needed the sweets reference to know who that voice belonge to. Dante "Uhm... let's see...Dante!" Cali said and turned around to see she was right. He had given her candy last period as she had a bad morning. Callista was so very thankful for that. Between him and the boys (Tripp and Reggie), it had gotten her back into a good mood. Now she had Dante again! All ways a good thing.

A female voice made her cringed. No, no, no, no, no, no... Not it. Not that annoying girl! It wa so irritating! Cali's face showed the irritation felt towards the girl. Callista knew what this meant. She'll be trying to keep Dante from tearing the girl to pieces. Speaking of Dante, he did not look so hot. In fact, he looked transparent. Where was Gem when you needed her!? Callista knew she could only comfort him so far. If she went too far, it'll be crossing the line. In between Dante and that no good annoying girl, a boy had slipped in. Wow. Usually nothing slipped passed Callista Springs!

Then Gemini walked in. Yay for Gem! Now Dante would be comforted. He literally needed it! Gemini said hello to her and Callista nodded her head back. "Nice to see you too, Gemini." Callissta's green hues smiled for her. Callista wasn't sure about Gemini, but she was getting a benefit of a doubt. She liked giving benefit of a doubt to anyone, but a said few didn't deserve it. Beck Malfoy was one of them. Two more people came in. One person she knew because they were roomates. The male she just knew of. Never hung out with, but knew of because they're in the sam house.

Callista's green hues attention was on Temi and Olivia. Temi looked like he was ready to have a fit. Or something akin to it. Olivia Shea trying to help him calm down. She heard footsteps and felt a hand on her shoulder. Callista knew that hand from anywhere and also that kiss! Boyfriend was here! Callista leaned into that kiss he gave to her head and smiled. Her green hues looked up into his brown eyes. She let her arms wrap around his waiste, not caring whether or not their teacher approved. "There's no problem here, babe." Callista said sweetly.

Another female came in. Apprently she was having a bad day. Callista moved from Tripp's arms and over to the girl. She then spoke up and gave a smile. "You want to borrow my book? I'll share with some one else." All ways willing to share. Another characteristic of Callista. Cali's good at taking notes without a book, but at the same time, the teacher had better be good. She was sure the priest was sgood at them. After all he was a priest and priests wrote sermons and that stuff. Callista set the book on the girl's desk.

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Lyric: The Beatles