Mortimer Brockert

February 24, 2023 4:09 PM
Midterm was every bit as dull as usual for Mortimer. He would never quite understand why he was required to attend parties. They were painfully boring and served no real purpose. Allegedly, they were meant to be celebrations. However, he was not quite sure what exactly was being celebrated, most of the time. Occasionally, it was something like a wedding or a birthday or at this time of the year, the Winter Solstice. Why, precisely, this last thing was important in this day and age was beyond him, although he supposed it being dark longer was a positive thing. Sunlight was overrated. However, Mortimer did not understand why this was something that required him to spend time with a bunch of people making small talk, which was a far worse torture than any medieval device that had been designed for such a purpose could hope to inflict.

The other thing about this particular time of year was that there was disturbing…wholesomeness about it all. Mortimer had never trusted wholesome things. Like there was something fake, a dark undercurrent about it-and the more wholesome something seemed, the darker said undercurrent was. If something seemed ideal the more likely it was to be a cover for severe dysfunction. If someone seemed too good to be true, then they probably were because nobody was really that…perfect. It had to be an act. Like the families on those sickening holiday wireless specials where the problems were minor at best, everyone got along and the parents had all the answers.Nobody was like that, and if someone seemed to be, they were pretending. Period. And probably covering up something awful. Like a “concerned” parent who was really overbearing and controlling.

Mortimer preferred for darkness and dysfunction to be upfront. It was far less insidious that way. He supposed, in this respect, he could even give Eustace credit for the lack of subtlety in his obnoxious behavior. While completely vile in every way, at least it was honest.

Anyway, between the inane small talk of parties and his son’s honest but still completely deplorable ways, Mortimer was glad to be back at Sonora, where he could at least ignore most of the most irritating aspects of the people around him. The students entered the Cascade Hall and he stood up, placing a Sonorus charm on himself. “Welcome back.” He stated. “I hope you have all had a nice break.” Still didn’t care. He sat back down and began to eat.
Subthreads:

Aladren

Teppenpaw

Crotalus

Pecari
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Robyn Lundstrom

March 03, 2023 11:11 PM
It felt okay to be back at Sonora. Not amazing, not terrible. Home was a cosy place, and Robyn loved Christmas and gifts and movies, all of which had been plentifully indulged in. Xavier was increasingly unhinged and moody, and that was much more obvious when she was forced to share a house with him—albeit a large, comfortable five bedroom suburban house, it still wasn’t as much space and distance as she had from him at school. It wasn’t exactly a change. Robyn didn’t really remember a time when he hadn’t been moody and high strung, though her dim and distant pre-Sonora days involved him leaving her out to play with Joel. He’d been happier then, but not exactly someone she could hang out with. At school, he usually dropped in a few times a week for a meal with her, and they wrote letters home together. When it was just them and a sea of people, that felt like a comforting amount of caring and siblinging, but when forced to occupy that role full time, they just didn’t know how to be friends. He was at his best when he was a sleepy lump, which had happened a couple of times over the holidays, with him slumping his way through family movie time, practically passed out on the couch. Apparently, it was a teenage boy thing and the fact that he was shuffling around and monosyllabic was ‘normal.’ It was definitely an improvement over theatrics anyway.

Outside of Xavier—a strange place that she suspected her brother didn’t know existed—she had spent time helping mom with the mega baking of the Christmas cookies. Mom still seemed stressed and tired all the time, but she’d had the energy to do all their usual favourites, so it felt like a step back to how things had been before The Whole Drama.

Now Robyn was back, and there were things she liked about school, like casting spells, although she didn’t feel much less lonely here than she did at home. She was the only Teppenpaw in her year, and the four in the grade above her were a solid group. The ones in the grade below seemed okay but an unknown quantity. Perhaps that meant a good option was staying at her own table and trying to befriend some of them, but she was tempted to explore a different option that the returning feast presented…

She didn’t see many people switching tables, but it was technically allowed. She could see the Teppenpaws when they were in their house. And Lyla could hang out with her roommate then too… Of course, they’d be able to see each other in class, but other people got to see their friends straight away, and Lyla… was Robyn’s friend? Maybe her best friend? Which was sort of sad, given the number of question marks Robyn had to give it. Robyn liked her, and she thought that Lyla liked her too, but it definitely felt like she was closer with Samara given that the two of them lived together. She was pretty sure Samara could rely on Lyla, if she needed someone for something—a partner for a project, or even just a study hang, or say someone to share a tent with at a school wide bonfire where being a loser with no friends and no roommates was going to be a big problem—and Robyn couldn’t say the same.

She slid into the seat next to Lyla at the feast, hoping this wasn’t a really terrible idea.

“Hi. Is this okay?” she checked, wondering if she was intruding on Lyla’s Crotalus time. After all, you were meant to be housed with people who were like you.
13 Robyn Lundstrom This is allowed, right? (Tag Lyla) 1558 0 5

Lyla Holland

March 06, 2023 3:15 AM
Coming back from midterm break was something of a relief for Lyla. It wasn't that she'd had a bad vacation, her dad had managed to stay home for almost the whole time, and he'd even taken Lyla out ice skating, just the two of them. They'd gone for pizza afterwards, and he asked Lyla all about school and her friends, and she'd happily filled him in.

Lyla's vexation wasn't Lena's fault for once; although she had been her usual amount of annoying, Lyla noticed that she didn't really mind her antics as much as she used to. Maybe Lyla was maturing, or maybe Lena was starting to grow up, or maybe Lyla just realized she missed her little sister while she was away. Lena had grown even just from the beginning of the school year, and it was a shock when Lyla realized her baby sister was no longer lisping her 's's. As she watched Lena waving at her from the wagon platform, Lyla thought that someday, they might even be friends.

It was her mom that had acted weird the entire time, all withdrawn and quiet, which, knowing her mom, was double-weird. She had at least done some baking, which meant that Lyla had come back to school with another tin of chocolate-peanut butter swirl cookies, but Lyla couldn't help but feel that something was going on.

After having driven herself nuts trying to figure out her mom's problem, Lyla was glad to be back at school, where the only problems she had to worry about were on their pop quizzes.

No sooner had Headmaster Brockert finished announcements-scarce though they were- than Robyn slid in next to Lyla. The other girl asked if it was okay, but Lyla honestly didn't know. She certainly didn't mind, but she had thought that they were supposed to stay at their own tables, at least for big feasts, or she would've sat with Robyn much sooner.

"I'm so glad to see you!" she told Robyn, "Happy late holidays!"

Lyla had wanted to hang out with her first Sonora friend more often, but had trouble finding time between classes and the Challenges last year. Maybe this year, they could do some things together? Like- what was it? The Bonfire? Lyla wasn't sure about the logistics, but it sounded like a big camp-out to celebrate the end of the year. Maybe they could do that together?

"Do you know what the deal is with the Bonfire?" she asked, "Like, do we have assigned tents, or do we get to pick our roomies?"
64 Lyla Holland I won't tell if you don't 1559 0 5

Robyn Lundstrom

March 06, 2023 6:03 PM
Lyla was pleased to see her! That was all the confirmation Robyn needed that she was in the right place. Sitting at other tables for the returning feast was allowed, and she didn't think she needed teacher permission in advance... She glanced at the staff table but no one seemed on their way over to bust her, nor were the Crotalus prefects stirring in their seats.

"Happy holidays," she returned. "How were yours?"

Lyla then asked something which she, as a wise and connected person with an older sibling at school, knew the answer to. The bonfire had been in Xavier's first year. Although his first year hadn't gone great, he hadn't, at that point, been totally crushed by the system. And the bonfire had been a highlight, seeing as it was something he could join in with just as easily as anyone else. He had come home overflowing with stories about it. Robyn remembered that much... She had been young enough that a few of the details were on the fuzzy side...

"We get to pick," she said confidently. "At least, I think so... Want to share if we can? It'll be exciting having a roommate for a change! I definitely don't snore. I've been camping with my family, and my brothers would absolutely have teased me about it if I did."
13 Robyn Lundstrom I think they know but don't mind 1558 0 5

Lyla Holland

March 08, 2023 1:45 AM
Lyla was glad that Robyn had on older sibling to help her navigate the goings-on at Sonora. As the oldest in her family, Lyla felt like she was flying blind a lot of the time. Sure, her mom had gone to school here, but that was ages ago and things had probably changed at least a little since then. It wasn't like Mom talked much about her school days, anyway.

As it was, Lyla was happy to ride on Robyn's older-sibling-wisdom as long as her friend allowed it.

"That would be great!" Lyla exclaimed when Robyn offered to bunk together at the bonfire, "Although I don't know if I snore...Samara hasn't mentioned it, but I think she might be too polite to say if I did."

Lyla resolved to ask Samara about her sleeping habits as soon as possible. She hadn't ever considered it. She wouldn't want to subject anybody to snoring, but she couldn't very well do anything about it if she didn't know about it in the first place. Hopefully she hadn't been annoying Samara by sawing logs all last year!

"Do you think they'll roast marshmallows? And tell ghost stories?" Lyla asked, much more excited about the former than the latter. Scary stories gave her the heebie-jeebies, which she knew was the point, but she still didn't like it. Marshmallows were far better.
64 Lyla Holland In the name of school unity, I declare it to be fine 1559 0 5

Robyn Lundstrom

March 10, 2023 3:59 AM
"I don't mind if you do," Robyn assured Lyla, when she said she would need to check about the snoring thing - Robyn was just relieved to have someone to share with. "Though I'm sure you don't," she added.

"They'd better!" she said, regarding marshmallows. It was hard to tell which customs were likely to transfer. At times, it seemed utterly random. But the school at least served pizza from time to time, so it had heard of what Robyn regarded as 'normal' food. There was no reason for the school not to know about marshmallows, and yet that was no guarantee of them appearing. She couldn't recall Xavier specifically mentioning them, but it would have struck her as an unremarkable detail (besides the fact that he'd had marshmallows and she hadn't). "I mean, maybe creepy stories rather than ghost stories?" she guessed. "Seeing as they have actual ghosts. And they're not reeeally scary," she said, allowing for some wiggle room on that point. Most of her interactions with them had been okay, once she had gotten over the idea of them in general. There were a couple that liked to talk about their grizzly deaths, which she didn't want to hear about, but generally they were just kind of awkward to talk to because they and Robyn had very little in terms of common frames of reference. They asked about classes, commented on how she was growing, and occasionally made uncomfortable sexist or racist generalisations. It was less like being haunted - as per the movie depictions - and more like talking to a transparent elderly relative.
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Lyla Holland

March 18, 2023 6:56 AM
"Oh yeah, you're probably right," Lyla admitted, acknowledging Robyn's observations about ghosts, "It's probably more like Acromantula stories or something. Not that I'm hoping for that!" she added quickly, "I'd prefer just regular stories, to be perfectly honest. Or funny ones."

She tried to think of an example of a story, but put on the spot, her mind went blank. She'd have to write some down later so she could remember them.

Lyla hadn't ever been camping, but Robyn had, so she quickly organized her questions in order of importance. Ticking them off on her fingers, she recited them.

"I haven't ever been camping, so I've just got some questions," she started, "First, what do you do if a creepy-crawly gets into your sleeping bag in the middle of the night? Next, how many marshmallows can you eat? I'll get my mom to send me some so we'll be sure to have them. Lastly, well, it's not a question, but I don't know how to put up a tent. I know they'll probably do it for us, but I'd rather be prepared."

Her most pressing inquisitiveness sated, Lyla leaned back and munched on a roll while she listened to Robyn's answers.
64 Lyla Holland You've got a point, there 1559 0 5