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message 1: by Dark Angel (new)

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Planted and maintained by the chefs, the herb garden grows every sort of herb you could possibly imagine, so that the food they cook can be flavourful. The gardening club help to maintain the garden.


message 2: by Araluen (last edited Feb 10, 2020 08:52AM) (new)

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Winter was not exactly the best season to go perusing in the herb garden, not only was there a thick coat of frost preventing the more delicate plants from sprouting, but Selene wasn't exactly fond of the cold. Of course, she did love to wear her expensive fur coats, delighting in just how luxurious the soft fur felt against her skin, but she was more of a summer girl, after all, she worked hard to perfect her body, why wouldn't she want to show it off? However, she still needed herbs to go with her baking, so here she was, bundled up in a coat with a wicker basket on her arm, humming to herself as she walked through the greenhouse.

Mint was always one of her favourite herbs, and she bent over to gently rub the leaves between her fingers, allowing the smell of fresh mint to permeate the air. She thought about it for a second, before taking out a delicate pair of scissors and snipping off leaves here and there until she had a sizeable amount piled in one corner of the basket. There were a thousand things she could make with them; they would be the perfect addition to the blackberries she had spotted in the kitchen- though she still hadn't decided whether she was going to consume those in a cocktail or some sort of pastry.

As she continued down the line of plants, she nibbled on one of the mint leaves from her basket, her mind already busy planning another party for the weekend. Alcohol was always an irritation to sneak in, like most boarding schools, there was a strict no binge-drinking policy, which of course conflicted with Selene's idea of a good time. She would have to set up a meeting with the school's smuggler, and with that always came the vague concern that one of the attendees would rat her out for having prohibited alcohol on school grounds. That was usually easy to avoid though, she curated the list of invitees carefully, and she found it quite easy to sway newer 'initiates' into allowing the rules to slide.

With her plans for drinking settled, she moved on to the next thing on her list- food. She left the rows of mint behind, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she strolled past various herbs, occasionally stopping to touch and smell a leaf as she did so. She stopped in front of the basil, a favourite of hers, and brought out her scissors once again, giving them a brief wipe with the cloth in her basket before she set about snipping leaves off, enjoying the scents that drifted into the air every time she touched a leaf.



message 3: by Dark Angel (new)

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Elizabeth stepped silently under the archway of roses, a wicker basket on her left arm. She had paired a thick, knee-length white winter dress with white tights and whiteshoes. The coat the wore was long and white, trimmed at the back with white fur. A white fur hat rested atop her golden head, completing the look. Even her basket was white. She looked, in her opinion, like a snow angel.

She had not been expecting to share the garden with anyone else. She had been expecting to do her work in silence and go, so she stiffened when she saw a figure obscured by the frost that gathered on the outer wall of the greenhouse.
It doesn't matter! she told herself, pasting on a look of indifference lest it be somebody not worth her time and gliding towards the greenhouse. When she opened the door, however, she saw that it was Selene. Her lips quirked up into a smile that was only slightly forced as she made her way over to the girl, surveying the herbs in the other girl's basket with a curious eye.
"Oh, that's right!" she exclaimed. "I almost forgot that you like herbs. It's a good thing they build this greenhouse in winter or we would have none at all," she laughed lightly, a melodic sound that would put that of the wind chimes to shame, tossing back her shining hair so that it fell down her back in rivulets of gold.


message 4: by Araluen (last edited Feb 10, 2020 08:52AM) (new)

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The task at hand had so consumed Selene's attention that she almost missed the presence of another in the greenhouse with her, no doubt another student coming to reap the benefits of having fresh herbs on school property. She was more than content to let them go about their business in peace, but then she heard that soft, familiar voice, calling out to her. "Why, if it isn't the exalted ruler of Farrow."

Everyone knew of Elizabeth Farrow, not only had her family practically built the school they all attended, but she had been quite the controversial figure within the school from the moment she arrived. Some hated the way she ruled over her small group of friends as though she was a medieval queen and they were her loyal subjects, at the mercy of her whims, and some were more than happy to take part in the theatricality of it all, vying for that coveted position at her side, and of course, there were always those like Selene, who didn't care enough to take a side, unbothered by what a girl did with her friends, and unwilling to subject themselves to anyone else's rule.

Having harvested all the basil she desired, she wiped off her scissors once again, then walked over to where the oregano was planted, gently touching a few leaves here and there before she set her basket down and started to harvest them, "So, what brings you down today?" She looked over her shoulder at the other girl, a slight smile on her face, her voice light and playful as she spoke, "Have you come in the hopes of receiving an invitation to my soirée this Friday?" Her smile turned to a grin and she nodded her head in the direction of the basket, "I'm doing something with blackberries and mint for it. Perhaps some gin."



message 5: by Dark Angel (new)

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Elizabeth's rosebud lips quirked upwards at the corners at the introduction she received: playful yet not mocking, and, most importantly, one hundred percent accurate. She could have sent any one of her followers to collect these herbs, for they were always so eager to please, but Elizabeth always waved them off when they offered, silencing them with a single word. This was one of very few things that she would never allow another person to do for her. One girl had once had the audacity to ask why, to which Elizabeth had responded that nobody else would be able to complete the task to her satisfaction. Since that day, nobody had asked if she wanted them to go instead, for they knew what her answer would be.

She moved automatically to the lavender, taking a small pair of scissors from her basket and snipping away at the delicate stem. Having collected a sufficient but respectful amount, she laid her bounty in her basket, before turning her attention once more to Selene.

"I need more herbs for my tea," she explained, neglecting to mention that the sachet under her pillow that was meant to bring peace in dreams and safe passage in the world of slumber had lost its scent, nor that she needed to make more sachets to protect herself and her closest friends from the dark spirits that haunted these halls. She did not mention that she brewed, each night, a special tea that heightened her spiritural awareness, nor that there were certain herbs Dawn wished her to collect, though for what purpose she knew not.

"I would have thought my invitation would have been personally delivered by now," Liza's tone was light and breezy, but her gaze was searching. Allowing her eyes to hover only a moment on the other girl, she moved over to the safe and retrieved her scissors once again. "But no, that's not why I'm here. Your company is just a pleasant surprise."


message 6: by Araluen (new)

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"Herbal tea?" Selene questioned, "Why, my dear Elizabeth, you know I have half a dozen recipes for that." She gestured, scissors in hand, to the rows of mint, "That's always good in tea." Her gaze was curious as she glanced over at the other girl, she had a sneaking suspicion that she knew what Elizabeth's desire for lavender was, after all, the traumatic events surrounding Dawn's death weren't exactly secret. "I think you'd enjoy chamomile tea." Her voice was softer now, kinder, "I think there's still some lemon balm left in the kitchens too, I'd recommend you try that mixed in your tea too."

The idea of an invitation made her snort, and she grinned at Elizabeth, "Should I have written it on flowery paper and given it to one of your handmaidens?" Selene was clearly amused at her own jokes, and she turned to face the other woman, "My dearest Elizabeth, you are cordially invited to a party, held in Farrow House, at nine PM this Friday night." Her smile dropped for a second, and her face became just a touch more serious, "Of course, this is an exclusive invitation, just for you." She gestured vaguely with her hand as she spoke, "That whole princess and her handmaidens thing, it's just not the right vibe for these casual parties, and I haven't vetted those girls just yet."

With all the oregano she needed in the basket, she gave her scissors a final wipe and dropped them in between the piles of herbs, turning around so she could face Elizabeth, "Now, I will have to insist that, if you attend this event, you will have to dress a little..." She paused, trying to think of a polite word, but quickly gave up, "You have to tart it up every now and then! I mean, your outfits are sublime, but where's the skin, where are the legs?" A very wry smile touched her lips then, "There are always eligible bachelors there, why not let your hair down a little?"



message 7: by Dark Angel (new)

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Elizabeth could not help but smile at Selene's trilling tone as she recommended the mint. S was totally in her element here. She made her way over to the plant, carefully snipping off a few leaves. When the girl next addressed her, it was in a gentler tone, and as Elizabeth turned to face her she noticed that Selene's eyes were as soft as her words. This time the smile she returned was smaller, but far more meaningful as a flash of understanding passed between them. Selene clearly knew that Dawn still haunted her, it didn't matter whether she knew it was literal or not, and Elizabeth knew that Selene would tell no-one of it.
"Thank you," she murmured quietly, making her way over to the chamomile and taking enough for a few cups of tea.

She set her basket down a moment, turning her attention back to Selene, who was now making jokes about the manner in which she ought to have been invited to the party. Playing along, she tilted her chin up slightly and flipped her golden locks over her left shoulder in one fluid motion. "Why, of course," she declared haughtily, though her wink made it clear that she was only playing along. Nevertheless, she remained still as Selene presented the verbal invitation in formal style, nodding approvingly. When the girl slipped back into her usual manner of speech, Elizabeth listened carefully to her stipulations, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"Just me, I understand," she assured her. "But S, you're going to have to invite them sometime. You know they wouldn't tell on you. I'm the Headmaster's daughter, do I tell on you?" she questioned rhetorically. The answer was, of course, a resounding no. Elizabeth had never and would never tell on Selene.

Elizabeth's eyes widened at her next comment, but then she composed her features, letting out a musical laugh. Selene was simply being Selene. "S, I'm still trying to make things work with Luke, remember?" she reminded her gently, not that anyone would need reminding. The Ghost had seen to it that her strained relationship with her long-time boyfriend was published in black and white. "And even if I were single, I would want said eligible batchelors to be interested in me, not my..." she vaguely motioned to her breasts, large but modestly covered. "...assets."


message 8: by Araluen (last edited Feb 10, 2020 08:52AM) (new)

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Though Selene had never cared for Elizabeth's holier than thou persona, she couldn't deny that the girl pulled it off with grace, the way she tossed her hair over her shoulder was so effortlessly elegant it was hard not to be impressed, and that disdainful tone in her voice was achieved with such admirable ease. Selene folded her arms across her chest, looking at the other girl with clear respect in her eyes, "Why El, you have just perfected that queenly attitude of yours." She grinned, "I bet it has those handmaidens of yours just quaking in their little heels whenever they mess up your precious coffee order or forget which step they're supposed to sit on."

When she spoke of bringing along her clique, Selene sighed, "I know you enjoy having that little flock of hens around you, but it's never been the correct vibe for my parties, darling." She pulled her phone from her pocket, unlocking it with a quick four taps, "Now, on this list, we already have Oriana and Mihail, that's already a little too much pomp and circumstance for me, and if we bring in your little flock then that brings a tone of..." She paused for a second, "of deference, and of rules, which is pretty much exactly the opposite of what I'm going for here." With her slight admonishment over, her tone returned to its usual level of playfulness, and she gave the other girl a secretive smile, "Besides, you know how exclusive these little gatherings of mine are, they're only for those that I enjoy."

When the girl spoke of Luke, Selene simply waved the girl's concerns away with her hand, "Commitment is for when you're old and grey, darling." She gestured to the girl, "Look at you, you're still young and beautiful, why not play the field while you can?" When the other girl gestured to her own body, Selene cackled and shook her head, "I've never understood that. I just want them for their bodies, who cares if they just want me for mine?" Her eyes roamed over the other girl's outfit, and she clucked her tongue disapprovingly, "Why don't we go back to Farrow House together, I'll bring you some of my favoured outfits, and we can see if they're a good fit." She eyed the girl's figure openly, "You're a little bigger than I am, so..." her eyes lit up with a devilish glint, and she gestured to the girl's chest, "they may be a little more revealing on you." Though her tone was friendly, it was not one that suggested compromise; Selene could be quite forceful when it came to dragging someone -willingly or not- out of their shell.



message 9: by Dark Angel (new)

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As the look of respect washed over Selene, a radiant smile settled upon Elizabeth's rosebud lips. This is what she was accustomed to; being revered. It was what she did well, what she knew how to do. As Selene spoke again, a light, tinkling laugh escaped her. "I prefer tea, but you have the right idea," she confirmed, lifting her chin a little, which only added to the regality of her stance. But then she relaxed, approaching Selene and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "My offer is still open, you know," she said softly. "I would still love to have you as one of my handmaidens," her tone was not dericive or smug, but tender and sweet. She found Selene's gaze and held it, wanting the other girl to see that she was telling the truth. "I only invite the people I trust most to join the inner circle, and I trust you S. You've always known that."

Elizabeth folded her hands gently in front of her, listening to Selene without interrupting her. She wouldn't usually let another talk to her like this, but S was her friend, so she got a free pass. Besides, they were alone so there was nobody else to hear and comment on it.
"Fair enough," Liza aquiesced, shrugging one delicate shoulder in surrender. "Who else is on the list? Is Maximilian coming?" this question was asked with a tinge of hopefulness she could not quite hide. Not that she would have any reason to; it was not secret that she and the school's legendary musician were friends. "How did Mimi manage to get an invite? After what Fawn told me he did to her yesterday, I swear he is beyond dead. Don't worry, I'm not going to murder him at your party."

Elizabeth stared at Selene in horror as the girl began to babble on about committment being for the elderly. Okay, yes, Lucas was despicable and he was definitely not the person for her, but she had to find a smart way to end that relationship that would not draw attention to the fact that they were separating over Dawn. She certainly wasn't going to make it look like they separated because she cheated on him, however. She had standards and she was not going to compromise them.
Now Selene was saying something about how she only wanted men for their bodies so it was fine if they only wanted her for hers. She gave a shudder as Dawn's tear-streaked face flashed through her mind. Lucas had cared about nothing but her sister's body and that had all ended in disaster. But of course, Selene didn't know that. She could never know that. She would never understand. She forced rigidity into her muscles to prevent herself from shaking, trying to block out Dawn's voice, though it continued to ring in her head. Elizabeth had asked her sister to tell her everything, to leave nothing out, and Dawn had complied. She had painted the picture so vividly that Liza was now able to reconstruct the event in her mind. But she wouldn't go there. Not now. She had to remain in the present.
S was determined to have her way. Now she was suggesting that Elizabeth try on some of her clothes, which apparently would be even more revealing on her than they were on Selene. Was that even possible? She supposed she was about to find out.
"Oh, alright," she muttered hesitantly. "I'll try them on, but only that. Okay? Maybe we can come up with a compromise? Let's go back to my room and look at both our clothes, what do you say?"


message 10: by Araluen (last edited Feb 09, 2020 03:47PM) (new)

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Though she could tell that Elizabeth considered it a great honour, Selene couldn't help but snort, the amusement clear in her eyes as she spoke, "El darling, you know I've never wanted to be one to follow any rules, and your little flock has just so many, you can't wear this, you can't sit there, it's far too much fuss for me." She shook her head, "Besides, our current arrangement works fine, don't you think?" A slight smirk touched her lips then, and she tilted her head to the side, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Unless your secret desire is to control me?" She tutted reached one hand up and gently tapped Elizabeth's nose with her fingers, as though she was scolding a puppy, "I love you, but Selene Vanirion is her own woman, remember that."

When the girl spoke of Maximilian, she could see that slight touch of hopefulness in her eyes, it was a look that she had seen a thousand times before when Maximilian came into the conversation, yet she hadn't expected to see it from Elizabeth, and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "Yes, I believe he'll be attending." They were too strange of a pairing; she was pure, like freshly fallen snow, and he was decidedly not. "You could do better than him, El." She dropped the subject quickly, clearly not desiring to debate the other girl's choice in men. A very wry smile spread across her lips when the topic of Mihail came up, "In my defence, bitchiness aside, Mihail is just ridiculous in bed." She grinned, "Can you hold off on killing him until he gets boring? I'll make it up to that little hen of yours, which one was it, Fawn? Dresses like she's fallen out of a Jane Austen novel?" The idea of Elizabeth murdering anyone was amusing in its own right, but Selene couldn't hold back her laughter at the idea of the girl going against Mihail, "Oh my dear Elizabeth, I've seen what the man's capable of, he may dress like a princess but he's rather..." She trailed off for a moment, her words full of implication, "-lethal."

Everything she had said had been entirely playful, and she had expected that familiar look of puritan horror on her friends face, yet Selene noticed that Elizabeth's persona had changed, she was not simply horrified at Selene's modern ideals, no, she had frozen up; clearly some poorly chosen sentence had drawn her back to that great tragedy in her life. Elizabeth snapped out of it quickly enough, but Selene still used a gentle tone when she spoke, "Of course. You know I'll never pressure you into anything you're uncomfortable with, El." She reached out to link her arm with the other girl, "Back to your room, then."



message 11: by Dark Angel (new)

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Elizabeth had known that this would happen deep down. Selene had been rejecting this offer for years, yet Elizabeth still foolishly kept coming back with it, praying that she had changed her mind since last it had been put on the table. But, as usual, the answer was a resounding 'no.' More than that, Selene had a way of turning what would be for most a great honour into something shameful, something it seemed like no-one would want. She flinched as the girl gently tapped a light finger against her nose, taking a step back.
A single tear cling to her mascara but she blinked it free, hurriedly blinking it back when it fell into her iris. Hopefully, Selene hadn't seen it.
"I don't forget it," she said, standing a little taller. "And I love you, S, but I'm not the kind of person you can scold like a misbehaving pet and no, just to clear this up, I don't want to control you. I figured out that any attempts would be useless the first time I met you."

Elizabeth's jaw dropped at Selene's words, her lips forming an 'o' of surprise as she felt their full impact. Maximilian isn't good enough for you. This coming from the girl who was now telling her that Mihail Toussaint was ridiculous in bed?! She bit back a sigh, deciding that it probably wasn't ideal to take her anger out on S. So instead, she listened. She listened while Selene promised to make things up to Fawn; she listened while S barely contained her laughter at the idea of her ever being able to kill Mihail. Oh, if only she knew...

"Okay, wait!" she held up a newly manicured hand, transforming her anger into surprise, as this was the nearest emotion she could believably grasp. "You slept with the Princess? When? How? Why? S! Details, please! And how do you know about Fawn? Oh, wait, The Ghost, right. Okay, how are you going to make it up to her? Oh, and Selene? I'm not in love with Max, okay? He's my friend."

Selene had guessed what had happened, she could see it in her eyes. Well, not exactly what had happened. Elizabeth had never told her what had really happened to Dawn, what really went on that night, but as she looked into her friend's compassionate gaze, she began to believe that Selene might be able to handle it after all. She gave a gentle smile, allowing Selene to link their arms together. "If you like, you can tell me more about this party you're throwing while we're up there?" she volunteered. "I'd love to know who else is coming."


message 12: by Araluen (last edited Feb 10, 2020 09:53AM) (new)

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It was only when she heard the sheer shock in Elizabeth's voice that she remembered that, although she never bothered to hide such things, her sleeping with Mihail wasn't exactly public knowledge. A giggle left her lips at Elizabeth's absolute curiosity, "Let's see..." She counted off her answers on her fingers as she spoke, "It was about three months ago, as for the how, it was rather easy actually, he dropped his book in the library and things just devolved from there, and I did it because I thought it would be fun." A very smug look crept onto her face as the memory of that night bloomed in her mind, "I was very right." She laughed, regarding her friend warmly, "I don't think you could handle knowing the details, El." The temptation was too great, and she leant in to whisper into her friend's ear, "Though just between you and I, don't touch that copy of '120 Days of Sodom' in the library. It may have been returned in pristine condition, but believe me, it has been thoroughly used." With that said, she cackled loudly, then pressed a finger to her own lips and winked at Elizabeth, "Don't tell a soul."

The Ghost's blog had always been the single greatest point of information for those in the school, yet it was still incredibly controversial, and Selene wrinkled her nose, "God, you know I'd never look at that blog, I've never been a fan of such an invasion of privacy. No, I heard it straight from the horse's mouth, though Mihail was whining about his precious shoes so loudly I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school heard." When Elizabeth questioned Selene's plans for the new girl, she simply smiled, "El, you know me, I see an innocent-looking girl like that and I just want to teach her how to loosen up. Better I teach her how to drink and party rather than some creep, right?"

When it came to Maximilian, there was never such thing as 'just friends', at least not in Selene's opinion. No, his female acquaintances usually fell into one of two categories, either those that he had already slept with or those that he was planning on sleeping with, and if they didn't fall into one of those two, they probably didn't even register on his radar. However, she chose to bite her tongue, knowing that Elizabeth would never concede to her opinion.

As the conversation returned to her upcoming event, Selene beamed, happy to chatter away as they made their way out the greenhouse, "Oh, I've invited those who's company I find most enjoyable. There's you, of course, we've already mentioned Maximilian, Mihail and Oriana because, though absurdly cliquish, they bring a high fashion that is just unmatched, Jamie Ricci because he always provides alcohol, oh, and obviously my brother will be attending. That's the complete list for now, but I'll probably be inviting more."



message 13: by Dark Angel (new)

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It was wrong. It was so wrong. Images of Selene and Mihail tangled in a heated embrace flashed through her mind, causing her stomach to churn. But along with the nausea came a spark of curiosity that only answers could extinguish. "I don't get it...Mihail is the strictest rule enforcer ever. He's coming to a party with alcohol and you think he won't report you? You slept with him on school grounds and you think he won't report you? Selene, I love you, but he's like...well, you know what he's like! There's a reason the year sevens call him Mr. Detention Man," she shook her head at the unoriginal nickname. Unoriginal, but true.
Realizing she was rambling, she took a calming breath. Curiosity burned like a fire inside her. Giving in, she decided to ask her questions. "What happened? What did you do to 120 Days of Sodom? How is he so insane in bed when he's so regimental with his clothes on?"

Of course, how could she forget? It would never have been from The Ghost that Selene would hear anything. S despised the blogger and all that they stood for. "Do you think The Ghost is an actual ghost?" she questioned, unable to stop now that she had started.
What did stop her was the mention of Fawn. Her eyes widened at the thought of Myfanwy's innocence being snatched away and she shook her head immediately. "No. No way. Her guardian would kill her."

Selene said nothing of the subject of Maximilian, but Liza could tell that the girl did not believe her. She raised a golden brow, daring Selene say other than what she had just said -- that she and Maximilian were good friends and nothing more.

Elizabeth smiled in recognition of all the names, giving an approving nod of her head. "I have to admit, Mihail and Oriana's outfits are amazing. I still mine are better, buuuut...I suppose theirs will suffice," the corners of her mouth twitched upwards as she grabbed her basket and joined Selene in the walk back to Farrow House.


message 14: by Dark Angel (new)

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(Do you want to continue in Liza's room? :))


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