”Really? Laugh at me!!. I was only trying to help. If you wanna work yourself to a crazy extent and give up natural beauty and reason then go right ahead. As for the new students, we are all half angel and have extroidinary ability. There could very well be other forms of magic out there for all we know”.

Holly entered the room silently, with a silent nod before seating herself on one of the couches. She'd been training all morning, which explained why she had her quiver slung across her back with her bow inside.

Her right arm was starting to have a dull throb from holding the bow for far too long, but she simply ignored it as she pulled out The Art of War by Sun Tzu out. She was that bored, bored enough to read the book for what would have been the seventh time.

She wasn't being cold, it was just that she didn't want to disturb the calm or jump into anyone else's conversations. So, she'd just sit there with her book unless someone said hi first.

Romero noticed Holly sneaking on in to the common room. Honestly, the girl was always so shy. Romero walked up to Holly and said, ”Hey girlie, how are you today?”.

Lissa looked up as Yagami came into the room. She could tell instantly that the girl was upset that Lissa was there. Really though, did she expect her not to be. Lissa had worked hard to get where she was. She was one of the best witches of their generation, of course she was going to be there. But then again Yagami had never liked her. She never knew why but she didn't let it eat at her.

Just then Wayde came into the room. "Nice of you to join us" She said to him with a smile. The two had always gotten along. You really wouldn't have expected them to seeing as how he was a Slytherin but he was a hard working Slytherin who had earned Head Boy. "Are you ready for our big adventure?" She asked him curiously. It wouldn't be too long now before they were ready to go.

That was when she saw Aiden bursting through the door. She couldn't help but laugh at the scene that he had made when he entered. She quickly put a check beside his name on the list. "Goodmorning Aiden" She to him with a warm smile. Then Lissa watched as Yagami blew up at him. She shook her head, somethings just never change.

Adam didn't look up as the door opened. He had never seen the point in being one of those people that greated everyone who came into a room. Sure they all needed to be blessed with his presence but he didn't really feel like being warm and welcome. That just wasn't who he was. He did look up though as Romeo. "Well that depends on your definition of alright. Yes, I'm alright. I haven't been eaten by a demon. Or no I'm not alright because I'm cooped up in this cold place waiting for 'magic people' instead of being out fighting demons." He said with a tilt of his head. "Alright really is a funny word isn't it" He said with a forced laugh.

Faye rolled her eyes as Adam spoke to Romeo. "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning" She said to her brother. Yes there were times that their personalities were a lot alike but she wasn't a harsh as he was. She turned as the door opened again and Edith walked in. "Oh its just a lovely morning. Aren't we all ready to teach a different race our centuries old techiques" She said scarcastically. She wasn't being rude, just straight forward. Surely none of them were looking forward to his.

Adam watched as Edith walked into the room. He still had yet to get up from his spot in his chair. Why should he? He was quite comfortable. "Goodmorning Beautiful" He said to her with a flirty, yet still cocky grin. "Did you sleep well?" He asked her and then added, "I would assume so seeing as how you dreamt of me" He said with his grin growing wider.

Then there was Freyja. Adam heard her before he saw her. He listened to her complain of her training exercises. He actually held his tongue for once even though many whitty remarks came to mind. When she mentioned being insane he couldn't help but grin. "Ah yes, this world needs a few more that are off their rocker. Not me of course, clearly I am seated perfectly comfortable on mine" Even he knew this not to be true. If any of them were actually discovered to be crazy they would all asume it to be Adam first. Simply because no one was ever able to figure him out.

Faye was watching everyone in the room. SHe hadn't really found a conversation worth joining into just yet. She couldn't help but catch the way that Freyja quicky skimmed over her brother. Hmmm... What could that be about. Surely the poor girl wasn't into him or anything. Well actually she wouldn't be too surprised if she was. Many girls found Adam to be dark and mysterious. She would learn though that he was a just a bad road to go down all together. And then finally she asked a question that Faye was interested in. "Magical? We'll see. All I know is I'm not looking forward to trainging someone who has never done a lick of training in their lives." She said.

"Oh, I had a fine nights sleep, how was you'res", Romero asked sarcastically. He then heard the conversation turn to theing against the new recruits again. "Oh come on. I doubt it will be that bad training the new recruits. I read up on their kind and learned that they take a class called Defence Against The Dark Arts at their school where they learn how to defeat evil creatures. If they know some basics like that I am sure that we can help get them to the next level.".

Edith glanced up from her book and grinned at Adam. He was indeed living up to his reputation as a playboy. She had to admit thougt that he was handsome, the problem was that he knew it. He seemed harmless so far however so she decided to play along.

"Well now if you knew the answer to your question then why did you ask? Though I am disappointed that you didn't wear they outfit you had on in my dreams." She pouted out her lip and then looked thoughtful. "Though that's probably a good thing considering I couldn't keep my hands off of you." She gave him a naughty wink.

Okay so that had been a little more fun then she had expected.

Sometimes Romero wondered when it came to Edith. Her taste in boys was just ick a lot of the time. And now she had an attraction Adam, EWE. Even being gay Romero did not want to hit that. The boy was too cold. Why was it that so many people like bad boys. Romero would never understand. He shook his head and turned away. He had gotten involved in peoples personal lives before and he did not want to go back there.

Now that was just a lot of trouble. Lazily, Drew opened his eyes. Oh Merlin. It was the young man's first day training at the London Institute and he was already quite late. They don't have some kind of "quitting the programme policy", do they?, the boy wondered worriedly as he got dressed in a hurry, almost forgetting to put on is dark emerald blue socks.

One last look at the mirror, two more seconds to fix his natural dirty blonde hair and he was all set and ready to go. Still, he had the feeling he was forgetting something. Oh yes, the quill. That could come in handy. Just in case, he saved it in his pocket, after quickly ripping a piece of parchment to take along.
"Accio broomstick!" He was already late; rushing in with a little style wouldn't hurt. Mounting on the broomstick like a well-trained professional, Drew reviewed mentally the few things he had planned for the day. He was a lot more in favor of improvising, but he had the slight feeling some of his new co-workers woudln't feel the same way.

And off he went, rushing into the room just a few minutes later:
"Andrew Julian Hanna reporting for duty, people. How is everybody doing in this rather lovely day?" Yeah.... maybe that charming atittude could get him off trouble... Or getting him right into them..

Romero saw a boy come running into the room with a broom. Were the new recruits here already. They were scheduled to come tomorrow. ???? "Um, hi, you must be a new recruit. There is no need to rush. The rest of you're group is scheduled to come in tomorrow by train. But no matter, my you are a hansome one, I am Romero by the way. I can show you to you're room if you like.".

Drew was surprised to see few people around. So, he wasn't late? Well, he was there already anyway.
"Nice, nice." he replied, not focused at all. He was too busy analysing the place that would be his home for the next couple of months. Somewhere lost in his mind he was picturing a rather fine, huge, field of Quidditch. That was exactly what he was wondering, either the Institute would have some sort of courtyard where he could practise. They were supposed to. Feeling some sort of joy inside him, Drew knew that was the only place in the entire institute that he was excited to see.

"Hum... What?" It was not polite to be distracted in first conversation like that, but sometimes Drew found himself doing it over and over again. "Like what?" he looked around, trying to find something that the boy could have been referring too and his eyes layed on his broomstick. "Oh, yeah. I love it, really. It's impossible not to love it. I actually played it in Hogwarts. For 5 years in a row." his bright eyes could tell he was speking about it to be bragging himself. Quidditch was the love of his life and Drew Hanna was more than glad to be chatting about it. "Have you ever played quidditch?"

Freyja bit the inside of her cheek, her mind scolding that tiny part of her that still had a crush on Adam. Was she insane?! It was clear that he was a bad road, so to speak, and that she was stupid to even go there, but a couple of years of stupid early teen crush wouldn't go away that easily. So she just went back to her recent defense plan - partly ignoring him, not so much that anyone noticed, but enough so she didn't have to acknowledge anything. It was so much easier that way.
For once, she had to agree with Faye. It wasn't exactly going to be a picnic training the Hogwarts students, since they probably had no idea of what to expect out of Downworlders. Or maybe, as Romero had pointed out, they would be at least basically trained in destroying evil creatures. Freyja just hoped, for their sakes, that they didn't have consciences. Those things could get in the way when you were trying to kill, and giving mercy was simply not an option here.
She raised her eyebrows as a Hogwarts student came into the room, mounted on ... Was that a broomstick?! Freyja watched in amusement as Romero tried to talk to the guy - Andrew, wasn't it? - but he went on about playing something for five years. Finally something interesting caught her attention.
"Quidditch?" she asked, swinging up off the sofa and simply sitting on its arm to get a look at Andrew that wasn't half upside-down. "What's that, some kind of training or something? And why are you holding a cleaning material?" Her tone wasn't really mocking but more curious. She was geniunely interested in this.

""Uh, yeah, you're broom, it's cool",Romero said trying to sound cool calm and collected. Oh, I almost just, stay calm, stay, all is good.

"Oh, Freya, you have never heard of or read anything about quiddich. It is the most popular sport in the magical world. It always facinated me as a kid because we have no sports here. Just learning to fight and applying it, we may be the best but even with angels wings, doing the same thing for years gets a bit boring!".

Freyja rolled her eyes at Romero's remark about their lives being repetitive and boring. "Yeah, it gets a little old sometimes, but the benefits outweigh that, I think," she said. "Like being able to do this." With a quick shake of her shoulders, she unfurled her wings and jumped, hovering in the air above them. Well, not really hovering since her wings wouldn't let her stay still so she was moving up and down slightly, but close enough. "Now, which is better, I wonder?" she asked, folding her arms and pretending to think. "Flying on a long stick or with your own wings?"

Holly looked up from the book, stretching her arms out a little before realizing that someone was talking to her. Hastily closing her book, she flushed a little pink.

"Romero," she gasped, sitting upright and fixing her quiver's position across her back. "I'm a little tired, but otherwise I'm alright..." Eyeing him skeptically, she cocked her head to one side. "Do you need something, Romero?" she asked. Why else would he talk to her. She wasn't actually a very social person.

Noting the door bursting open, she nodded at the newcomer. Andew something? Standing up, but only because she was intrigued by the broom in his hand, she walked up to him, her auburn braid swinging jauntily as she moved. "Holly Silvertongue," she smiled. "The room is rather clean... May I ask why you are carrying a broom?"

Strange people.

Okay just so all of you know...Shadow Hunters do NOT have wings. They are a race of beings created after a human named Johnathan Shadowhunter asked the Angel Raziel to give him special powers so that he may destroy demons. Raziel gave Johnathan some of his own blood thus making Shadow hunters.

Shadow hunters have quick reflexes, incredible agility, and enormous amounts of strength. Each hunter is given certain marks on their bodies for certain things that show in black ink on their skin. They also have runes that they carve onto their skin using "steles" that give them certain powers.

Just thought I'd clear some of that up.

Those two were somewhat odd, but kinda cool.
"Yeah, man. Popular, all over the place. Great explanation!" the young atlethe was thankfull that he could relate to someone already. He was only there five minutes and already had someone who to talk.Apparently training was an awesome way to meet new friends.
Drew eyed the strange girl and approached her, handing his hand out, even though the girl was sort of flying. not his finest moment, but he was aiming for politeness.
"I'm Drew. Nice to meet you. I had never met someone who was unfamiliarized with Quidditc. Oh. And by the way a broomstick is not ain't no cleaning material, ma'am ". Every now and them, the american in him decided to make his appearance, turning his accent into an exotic mixture that Drew himself didn't find unpleasant.

What was it with those people and the broom? "It's not for cleaning!" he replied immediately.
"Drew." he thought it would be nice to re-introduce himself. Truth be told, he was quite amazed at the girl's quiet beauty as she had walked up to him. That was also why he bent down in a bow and picked the girl's delicate hand to kiss her there, never letting go of the love of his life... The precious broomstick.
"This beauty is my partner out there on the field. She helps me and the pushes me to my boundaries in order to break records and get some more wins to the team. It is quite something, isn't it?" Okay, maybe he did sound a little out of his element in a room where people use brooms to clean.

Romero feltso excited to be in the presence of a quiddich player with an actual flying broom, soooo cooool. "Yeah, the broom is amazing. I have always wanted to learn how to fly on a broom but I have not really had that option here.".

Holly nodded, smiling apologetically. "Nice to meet you, Drew," she said, meeting his eyes that seemed to change color in the light. Looking at him quizzically as he bent into a bow and picked up her hand, she contemplated pulling it away. And that was when he kissed it. Flushing a light pink, she gently pulled her hand out of his. Despite it looking delicate, most of them now knew that it was anything but.

Smiling, she eyed the broom a little skeptically. Now that he mentioned, she did notice something that seemed like a foothold and a handle. "I suppose," she nodded. "Training for long distance combat," she mused. "But I doubt it'd be efficient for hand-to-hand combat."

No, they'd have to teach the 'wizards' how to fight.

As soon as she heard Drew's American accent creep into his voice, Freyja's natural mischievousness came out. She stayed silent while he flirted with Holly - aww, they'd be so cute together! Then maybe Holly would get her nose out of a book once in a while. "빗자루는 청소하는 데 사용됩니다!" she said in Korean. Broom is used to clean! She doubted very much that Drew would be able to understand her. She decided to mess with him more. "Nid ysgubau yn gyfforddus," she continued, this time in Welsh. Brooms are not comfortable. "Come si fa a giocare a Quidditch?" Italian for How do you play at Quidditch? She glared at him as though expecting him to understand, then turned to Romero. "Traduire pour moi?" she asked in French. Translate for me? She hoped Romero would understand her, although Freyja always had a rather unnatural flair for languages.

OOC: All the translations were made using Google Translate. Look them up yourself if you think I wasn't typing what I said I was.

Seriously, this is how Freyja chooses to treat this situation. Uh no, she is not dragging me into her crazy. He turned to Freyja and said, "You are not gonna drag me into you're crazy.You are perfectly capable of speaking English. Besides, what have you ever done for me?".

Holly glanced at Freja, a little shocked at the fact that she could switch from language to language so quickly. Giggling a bit, she shook her head in disbelief. "Bùyào qīfù tā, kěyǐ ma?" she asked, shaking her head. [你能不能欺負他嗎？:Mandarin for 'Can you not pick on him?'] She remembered the times when she would train under her mother, but those times were long gone. Her life in China was long gone.

Turning back to Drew, she cocked her head in apology. "Don't take it too seriously. She didn't say anything particularly mean." she smiled sheepishly. "And they take a while of getting used to." She sure remembered the time she first got there, speaking fluent Mandarin with little knowledge of other languages. It had taken a lot of practice and sparring with Freja to figure out how to speak English, and Freja'd taught her how to use the bow and arrow.

ooc: Hope you don't mind me making that part up...

Romero then heard Holly and glared at her, "Thanks Holly", Romero said sarcastically and then turned to Drew, "Heres the low down,I don't like Freyja much, she is nothing but mean to me and I don't do anything wrong to her. For some reason she also always expects me to be her translatoreven though she can speak English if she wants. I have known her my life and to this day I don't her.".

Wayde flew low and landed on the steps of what looked like a giant church. His navigation couldn't be wrong so this was where they were supposed to be. Looking behind him he watched as the other three came to a landing behind him. Andrew had gotten antzy mid-flight and took off on his own. Wayde had called after him but the guy hadn't slowed down.

Sighing, he marched up the steps and banged on the door. He hoped Drew had made it okay.

Aidan watched as Wayde knocked on the doors of an enormous church. This is where they were going?! Aidan couldn't help the feeling of apprehension that jolted through his system as they waited. He hadn't been told a whole lot about what was going on, only that they were on special assignment from the Ministry. Taking a few calming breaths he managed to get his jitters under control. For the moment anyway.

Edith turned the page of her book and listened to the by-play of some of her fellow shadow hunters. Adam had yet to rise to her bait and Faye was being uncharacteristically silent. She couldn't help but smile though over Freya's teasing. It was part of their training to be fluent in lots of languages so there was no harm in having a little fun with people now and again. At least in her opinion.

Just then a knocking sounded heralded the arrival of the other guests, at least that's what she was guessing anyway. Carefully marking her page Edith set the book down and rose to her feet stretching to her full height.

"Я получите двери." I'll get the door in Russian. As she sauntered out of the parlor Edith shot Freya a wink. Silently she went down the hall and to the main doors, with little effort she pushed them open and smile at the four people standing there.

"Welcome to the London Institute."

The time came to head onover to theassignment at theLondon Institute. She followed the rest via her broom and arrived at the institute where the front door should have been. She walked inside and saw Drew, from the wood chippings coating him she knew who it was. SHe approached Drew and asked, "Do you always have to be that thick?".

Wayde smiled at the tall, willowy girl that opened the door and welcomed them in. She looked like normal girl if you looked past the hard layer of muscle covering her body and the black Marks that could be seen on her arms. They seemed to disappear beneath her cloths and he wondered how much of her was covered with them and what they meant.

She lead them into the room where several others of her kind were congregating. She moved like a cat, silent and smooth. Her steps made no sound even on the wood floors and every move was measured and easy. He had to marvel at that though he gave a shiver of fear. Here was a warrior that was no doubt deadly and lethal.

Wayde looked around the room and had the slight impression of walking into a lions den. Every one of them had an essence of danger and watchfullness about them. What had the Ministry gotten us into?!

Yagami's voice jogged him from his observations and he frowned. He walked over to her and whispered in her ear, "Ease up there. We are guests in this house and don't want to get into any trouble, including amoung ourselves."