Sab

It was just a normal day for Prudence at the the Academy of Unseen Arts - scheduled classes with no mortal boys to torment. It was quite the bore to be confined to the premises sometimes, but it was to be expected when you  give up your freedom to the dark lord in exchange for power. To be honest, she would do it all over again if it meant appeasing the Dark Lord and gratifying his darkest desires. Unlike many, Prudence took her oath to the Dark Lord seriously and looked down upon the simple-minded sheep that didn't show their loyalty.  Walking into the stonewall building, the short-haired witch turned on her heels to shut the double wooden doors behind her. The walls of the academy were aligned with a collection of over one hundred and fifty paintings from the vintage horror writer, Clive Barker. He was a visionary for dark manifestings - at least in Father Blackwood's eyes.  Shaking her head at the thought, Prudence lifted her hands to straighten the French bohemian beret that she wore to cover the waves of her hair. She wanted to protect them from the snow that still fell upon them after winter solstice.

"Good morning, Prudence." Two girls would say in unison as they flocked at Prudence's feet  like geese. A devious smirk fell upon Prudence's face as she turned to face the voices that she knew all too well. Agatha and Dorcas. She took a moment to glance upon their faces - Dorcas wore her cheery as always smile whilst Agatha wore a more....sinister grin on this day. Prudence knew that look all too well, but it was after the holidays, so she would give her sister the benefit of the doubt. "Well ,quite a good morning it is sisters." Prudence beamed with delight. Agatha and Dorcas each held out a pinky, signalling for their leader to take hold of their reign.  In only a matter of seconds, Prudence laced her pinky with each of their own - her finger curling in order to secure a grasp; but something was wrong. Dorcas's skin was normally cold to the touch. Icy like marble to the skin during winter. However, now her skin  was as hot as the hinges of hell.  Prudence quirked a brow.


"Dorcas, are you alright sister? Your skin is burning  like an spilth of light from the crashing of a myriad stars." Prudence said.  Her fingers slipped away from both Agatha and Dorcas, no longer intertwined in the moment.  She placed her hand upon Dorcas's forehead, feeling the flesh that felt like lava from a volcano.  Without blinking an eye,  Prudence stepped before the redhead - awaiting a response as she glanced over at Agatha. Agatha stood silent, but she looked just as concered as Pru was.  "I woke up feeling a little light headed, but I'm fine sister." Dorcas stated.  She coughed shortly after, the pressure causing her ears to ache - exploding like fireworks.  Was she getting sick? It wasn't like Dorcas to be in such a feeble state.  Something didn't feel right, at least not to Prudence.

 "I have a matter that I need to...tend to. I'll meet you in the dining quarters for breakfast." Prudence spoke. " Agatha, do keep an eye on Dorcas. If anything changes with her, find me. Is that undestood?"

Agatha nodded in agreement, her slender arms folding around the arm of her sister as she guided her away. Prudence's orbs didn't leave their sight until they disppeared into the hallways, traveling to the dining area for breakfast. From the distance, Prudence could see another student vomiting in a trashcan, and another spread out acros the floor as if he was knackered for days. Was their some kind of flu being spread around? Did Father Blackwood know about what was going on and was he taking any measures to protect those of them that weren't sick?  "What...in the bloody hell is going on here?" She questioned the scenes that she had just witnessed. She wasn't going to be choffed to bits had she caught whatever was going around.  Soft lips pursed together as she sauntered over towards schools entry point one more. Her arms folded across her chest, her eyes searching for the one person she wanted to question the most.

"Alright halfbreed. You're excellent at showing up when you aren't needed, now where are you?" Prudence mumbled to herself. The heels of her shoes tapped against the hardwood floor until she pushed through the double doors. She was greeted by a sunlit sky -  the sun hung above the school, illuminating it with the immersion of natural light.  Tall trees ran around the building,  protecting it's structure - dividing the area between the witches and the woods.  "Come on, Sabrina. Now is not the time for you to be late. The again, what are we to expect of someone who is half mortal." A snicker emerged from Prudence's lips.