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One of these days he was going to drop. That was a realization that Kaegen knew, but ignored. He had been pushing himself constantly and hard and it showed all too obviously. He looked worse than dead, he looked thoroughly deceased. The shadows under his eyes looked like someone had added far too much eyeliner and then smeared it around underneath the eyelid. His hair was a reck and he was getting progressively thinner. His large umbrella was fastened to his back, and a regal black and blue silk cape gave his appearance a extremely bizarre twist.

He had come so close to death, by sole merit of a lack of nerves and so self control, which were borne of a lack of sleep. And the lack of sleep was caused by his incessant need to never stop. There were things to learn, things to do. If he stopped there was no way he was going to catch up with her, there was no way he would ever get on her level. And so he trained more, and stayed up later, forcing his eyes to remain open until he collapsed, only to wake up an hour later and do it all over again.

Life was tough, and it sucked. It was depressing and cold and shallow. No love was spared for the little half vampire. And even though he was subjected to this every day, he never noticed. He was as happy as he’d ever been, sleep deprived and constantly scared. He liked school, he didn’t mind the sick feeling in his stomach or the headaches. It was normal, like breathing. It was a part of life and if you got upset about things like that then you may as well be dead. Besides, everyone felt what he was feeling. It wasn’t like he was different, or special.

He was the same, except for his name. His name set him apart from the rest of them, his name gave him strength and courage and skill. He was pondering his name, and ignoring a headache when he entered the study room. He had to do some research, or there was no way he was going to pass any of his classes. Considering his lack of decent studying, it was surprising to some that his grades were as high as they were. Kaegen himself wasn’t surprised, it made sense for him to be smart. But he didn’t want to push his luck any more than he had to.

But lo and behold there was someone else already in the study room, reading a book. A boy, unless the ravenclaw missed his guess. Kaegen walked over to the bookcase, moving smoother and softer than perhaps a boy should be moving, and chose a book. He then walked back across the room, sat down on the floor with his back against a wall, and, holding the book upside down, blankly stared at the pages.
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A generic meeting  PV 

The young boy who was seeted in one of the cushioned seats was no other than Alan Vanes, a young second year Gryffindor who was reading through a book dealing with Potions to help him with the Potions assignment that they were given in the last Portions class. Every now and then he would lick his finger tip so that he could flip the page more easily. The young Gryffindor was so enthralled by the letters written on paper that he did not notice the Ravenclaw student entering the study room, how could he when he was moving around nesrly inaudible for the human ear?

So only after a couple of minutes he would look up from the book that was placed in his lap and nearly got a heart attack when he saw a young boy not that far away from him, sitting on the... floor? He let out a slightly a unmanly squeal and his hand flew of his mouth a he tried calming down. It was just another student, calm down Alan. He stared at the boy sitting at the ground. From the colours he must be a Ravenclaw, that was not that difficult to see.

Alan really hopedthat he did not just make a fool out of himself. He lowered his hand and cringed, his book had dropped to the ground when he got startled. "I'm sorry! I didn't notice you entered this room and it just startled me seeing you..." he rushed to say feeling slightly embarrased by this whole situation. Can't he just meet someone withouth making a fool out of himself?

*Alan*
Sta: 10 | Ag: 7 | Str: 2 | Con: 4 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 7

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When the other boy let out a squeal Kaegen’s eyes shot open and his body launched itself backwards, slamming his back and head into the wall behind him with a painful thwack. He hadn’t let out a scream, or any sound at all, other than the loud and painful thwack he had made when colliding with the wall. When he looked up from where he now lay, crumpled on the floor, he saw the boy apologizing. It had been an accident, then? His hair was draping across his face, blocking a lot of his vision from the weird sideways glance he was giving the boy from the floor.

He slowly sat upright, with legs crouched underneath him. It wasn’t as comfortable as crossed legs but it was better for moving out of the way quickly, assuming the boy really did want him dead. Being dead wasn’t really something Kaegen was looking forward to, and it paid to take precautions, even as small that one.

But the boy did explain what had happened. He had just been startled, it was okay. There was probably no threat, probably nothing especially bad was going to happen. This boy seemed almost harmless, although it was very possible that it was all an elaborate ruse. Kaegen’s blueish grey eyes were now back to their usual state, heavy lidded and exhausted, but still at staring as ever.

The pointer finger on his left hand was twitching just a little, and he was still shook, although now it was mostly only detectable on the inside, and by little tells here and there like the finger.

“Who are you?”

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Seeing the other boy react similar startled, Alan would have laughed if it was not for the loud sound that echoed through the quiet room, when the raven haired boy knocked his head against the wall behind him. It sounded and also looked quite painful, which was why Alan grimaced only to frown at the young Ravenclaw's lack of reaction. Was he not bothered by the impact his head just had to suffer through. If it would have happened to Alan his head would probably throbbing with pain, the collision would have probably cursed him with a headache as well but no matter how he looked at it, the boy didn't even bat an eyelash and seemed unperturbed by it.

Not that it was a bad thing that the other boy did not hurt himself, Alan was simply surprised by the lucky outcome of the situation because he would have felt conscience-stricken if the boy would have suffered any kind injury because of him. Alan did not recognise the boy in front of him and he did not know about this guy’s damaged reputation or the rumours that spread around. Well, he did heard them of course as he wasn't living behind the moon but he neither had a name nor a face he could put on the troublemaker.

Being asked who he was, Alan offered the boy a polite smile as he leaned forward in his arm chair. “My name is Alan Vanes, it's a pleasure to meet you” he introduced himself and offered the Ravenclaw a hand for a simple greeting as it was considered normal by society. “I am sorry for startling you, I really hope you didn't hurt yourself because it surely sounded painful the way you hit your head against the wall!” he added and could not help himself but made a face as the loud sound of the impact replayed in his mind. It surely did.

He blinked away these thoughts to concentrate on the boy in front of him. He was not really doing well on concentrating, but that was who he was. No matter how good he was at spell casting he simply might lose a duel against another wizard by tripping over nothingness and faceplanting on the ground, probably losing consciousness during the process making it an easy win for the opponent. Dude, thinking about this he should really work on this if he wanted to attend the dueling club like he was planning to do.

*Alan*
Sta: 10 | Ag: 7 | Str: 2 | Con: 4 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 7

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The boy introduced himself as Land Veins in a tone of voice that kaegen thought sounded nice, but he really couldn’t tell, his mind was muddled and throbbing which only added to the muddled and tired state he was already in. To call the boy unstable would have been a rather nice compliment, his nerves were worn thinner than spider silk, and they were not nearly as strong. His heart was beating at a million miles a minute, even as his face registered normality and calm. His eyes twitched to the left, then the right, ever so slightly. A jerking motion that didn’t seem to fit with the boy, a entirely alien motion.

The boy went on to apologize for startling Kae, which was appreciated, anyway. At least a little bit. It really had shook the ravenclaw, and an apology meant that the boy hadn’t meant to do it, right? Or at least regretted doing it and wasn’t going to do it again. Really, either one of those options were fine, as they both meant that the boy wasn’t planning on attacking. Kaegen started to inch towards the door, standing up in a single smooth motion that denoted just a little bit of haste.

”Kaegen Deathmote, Fens-Born Scarf-Wielder. He who was called fat tadpole as a babe, suicidal idjit as a toddler and he who earned the name Eeh before arriving at Hogwarts. Friend of Eris, Chaos-Born First-Avenger, companion to November, Deathmote-kin. Former Assistant to Professor Lear under the authority of himself. He who was made prefect of ravenclaw under the authority of the black burn and sir happiness, and whose prefecture was then removed. He whose names are given authority by Grandfather, whose authority is given him by the conqueror of the 14th dark place.”

He introduced himself, now a foot or so closer to the door, still eyeing the boy. He seemed harmless, even a little bit nice. But that had to be a ruse, right? There was no way he actually was nice. Friends were nice, allies could sometimes be nice. He wasn’t either of those things.

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Alan stared at the boy dumbfounded when he began to ramble about himself which was more confusing to him than it was an explanation. Alan was not known to have the best attention span so he got lost somewhere in between the you Ravenclaws monologue. He felt bad for it, clearly the other didn't seem to do well with socializing, but in another way as Alan himself. The Ravenclaw didn't seem shy or anything, he just seemed not very… social. Alan cringed, he shouldn't judge this just yet.

“uhm… I got kinda lost” he admitted and scratched his neck in slight embarrassment. “Can you repeat your name?” he asked, taking a step closer to the boy, hoping that he was not invading the other's space. If so he would have to apologize later. “Kae- something, wasn't it?” he asked him, smiling slightly. Nothing in his stature could be seen as threateningly, not even his alert state, it made him probably seem even more weak.

Alan was wearing his school robes but beneath he was wearing casual clothes, as today he did not have any classes anymore, it was afternoon after all. Maybe the two of them could hang out for a bit? Well, only of the other wanted to...

*Alan*
Sta: 10 | Ag: 7 | Str: 2 | Con: 4 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 7

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The other boy was lost? How did he get lost in the study room, had he never been to Hogwarts before? But that was impossible. He must have been, right? Either a first or a second year, and either one of those meant he had been in the castle for a while. Long enough to know where he was, if the location in question happened to be the study room. Who could get lost in the study room, anyway? Well, the answer to that was kind of obvious. Someone who hadn’t, in fact, been in the castle for that long. Someone that had newly arrived, or perhaps the better choice of words was someone that had newly infiltrated.

The boy looked weak, he looked utterly normal and nondescript. The kind of person that no one would ever think was a death witch, in disguise or otherwise. It was the perfect cover, the best possible disguise. Hiding in plain sight, just like airheat. He knew they all acted differently, anyway. He knew what they were like. And they were very, very different. This one had just come up with a better survival plan.

He moved even closer to the door, black pupils starting to move about, just a little. One hand reached out, and turned the knob, swinging the door open just a little, just enough for him to slip through should he need to. And unless he missed his guess, he was going to need to.

"You're one of them. At least level 6."

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Alan couldn't help but stare at the weird boy in confusion. He seemed almost as a animal that experienced bad things; he looked as if he was judging Alan's every move and overthinking his every word to the extent of even noticing that he was asked a question.

"Level Six? What do you mean? Do you think I am a sixth year?" Alan shook his head, that could not be it. There was no way someone would confuse him as being older than he was, most people guessed he was 10 or a first year. So what was this about?

"Can you repeat your name? The only thing I understood earlier was that it begins with Kae-.... I mean I could call you Kae if you don't mind that-" Alan was still a bit confused about all of this. He had never talked with someone who was as confusing as this Ravenclaw boy, who was eother a first or second year. The young Gryffindor could not help himself but be confused as he played with a necklace around his neck. He had the attention span of a imp which meant he had no attention span at all. Well he had for the lessons but that was something else, talking with people always was difficult if he didn't distract himself, he would get too nervous.

*Alan*
Sta: 10 | Ag: 7 | Str: 2 | Con: 4 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 7

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The boy was confused about being called level six, clearly a ruse to hide something, it must be a ruse, this is all a trap, a trick. The dark places were here, somewhere, they were lying in wait under the desks and behind the boy and in the places where the light didn’t quite reach. Death was waiting around the corner for him and he was honestly and truly terrified. There was nothing he liked about this scenario, nothing he liked about the way the boy looked nice. No one was just that nice, no one was that innocent. It had to be an act, it had to be an act. But it was so good, so well done that it just didn’t fit. This boy didn’t fit.

“Level 6 on the threat scale, Death witch.”

The boy also clearly didn’t hear his full name, he had forgotten? Who forgot a name with the kind of clout Kaegen’s did? He had authority passed in a direct line from the conqueror of the 14th dark place, that wasn’t something you just forgot. Only a stupid, innocent naive moron would just forget something like that that fast. Only a moron, or someone who was trying to act like one. Still, he didn’t care what he was called. A name belonged to he who wielded it. Not he who heard it.

“You can call me anything.”

And then the boy panicked, and ran. He was tired, had hardly any nerves left and was getting more and more scared by the second. This was not a good way to go about trying to survive, and so he left the room, and shut the door behind him, sprinting down the corridors away from the ‘threat’

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Alan was confused. "Death... Witch?" The young boy with the Gryffindor uniform, would ask as he tilted his head in confusion. Literally anyone should be able to see the utter confusion in the young boy's face as he tried to figure out what the other boy meant. He never had heard the term before, so he did not know what to think about it. "Wouldn't it be called Death Wizard? After all... I am male, so the term witch does not really make sense, does it?" He would question the dark haired raven in confusion without any intention but to learn what the other boy meant.

"I will call you Kae then, since you do not seem to mind" Alan would inform the other boy, of how he would be addressed by the brunette boy from now on. The other had said he would not care about how he would call him, so he hoped that he really would not mind that.

"So what is a Death Witch anyway?" he would add this question after a while as he could not figure it out on his own or did not know if his guesses were anywhere near the correct term.

His questions though were left unanswered as Kaegen left the room.

*Alan*
Sta: 10 | Ag: 7 | Str: 2 | Con: 4 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 7