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[Ezekiel Rasputin]

It was bright outside, and hot - too hot to be inside. Being inside on a day like this was like a crime, a crime that should be punishable. So outside Ezekiel sat, bathing in the sunlight, a grimoire open in front of him. He always practiced magic outside. It felt right. Indoors, it was like he was hiding his power, hiding what he was. And besides, inside it was usually too loud; people moving, talking, living. That was the downside of living in a mansion with a gazillion other people; you didn't get any space that was just yours. And for magic, space was essential. Things had a tendency to go wrong.

So Ezekiel was outside, away from everyone else. He couldn't see, or hear, anyone else. Though if someone had hit him, repeatedly and on the face, with a golf club, he might not have noticed at that very moment in time. Magic had a tendency to consume his attention, and control had to be established first, which meant meditation. He sat, eyes closed, knees crossed, hovering about a foot in the air. It was a simple exercise, designed to slowly acclimate himself to the magic in himself. It made for better control. It was like stretching before working out; you did it so you didn't hurt yourself with all the strain.

It took about an hour before he felt comfortable enough. The spell he was attempting today was a weather control spell. He knew the basics of controlling the weather with magic - his mother had learned the unique branch of elemental control from a friend of hers, and passed it down to him - but that was all he knew; the basics. He'd been experimenting, trying to expand his knowledge on his own, but it was taking time and effort and patience. These were normally all qualities Ezekiel had in abundance, but his lack of progress was getting frustrating.

This spell called upon an ancient Incan God, Inti, to banish storm clouds and let the sun shine its radiance upon the children. There may not have been many clouds in the sky, but Ezekiel was still only in the beginnings of understanding the spell, and he wanted to start slowly. It was complex, after all, and with magic, complex translated to potentially dangerous.

"Inti, sun lord, hear me;
for the children of the Earth have need of thee;
in the sky, there comes a storm;
I ask you stop it, before it takes form;
Inti, sun lord, let light flow;
restore your glory to the land below."

During the spell, Ezekiel's eyes had turned black, as they always did when he worked his strongest magic. But now, the black faded as the magic ebbed, and he looked to the sky. There were fewer clouds than before, but not really a noticeable improvement if he hadn't been searching the sky. He sighed, and began to scribble in his spellcasting journal, adding the results of this variation on the spell, his attention once more completely consumed.

[Scarlett Hardy]

Like most of the inhabitants of the house Scarlett found herself outdoors but rather than splashing around with others in the pool or some such activity she lay with her eyes closed perched out on a tree branch. The large oak was fairly secluded from the rest of the area though from her spot if she had opened her eyes she would have been able to see the mansion no problem.

Her eyes opened lethargically revealing a brilliant almost cat like pair of emerald eyes. She blinked slowly, the vibrant color neither ebbing nor growing but remaining constant. With her morphing powers she was in her comfortable zone, tapping into only certain aspects of the large felines, their balance mostly just because of where she had decided to sit.

Closing her eyes once more she drew in several steady breaths, releasing each in a similar fashion. As she did so she became more aware of her surroundings, her ears catching some of the most minute noises, another plus from her mutation. In the silence a voice came across faintly at first as if at a distance but it grew in volume as she paid more attention to it. The voice was definitely male and seemed to be weaving either some type of spell or perhaps even some sort of prayer…

Whatever it was it had peaked her curiosity and even if she wasn’t tapped into her feline abilities she would have been curious, that’s just how she was and so far her curiosity hadn’t managed to kill the cat…not yet anyway.

Leaping down from the branch and landing without even the slightest sound Scarlett padded through the underbrush, pushing through the low shrubs and saplings, peering out from the woods into a clear opening in which a man sat, or hovered. When he opened his eyes again he didn’t seem too happy after a quick view of the sky and turned to a notebook, scribbling furiously into it.

Moving with an inhuman like speed Scarlett quickly found her way to his side, peering over a shoulder curiously at the book. She had never met this person and as a professor at the school she had thought that she had known most everyone in the mansion…it seemed she was wrong.