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It was a bright summer day and despite being a typically moody teenager - Constantine was also on the precipice of adulthood and tended to enjoy a nice easy walk from time to time. When he found his ways to the outer skirts of the castle, it was usually easier to give other people wider berths and therefore avoid them allowing him to have a nice quiet day.

It wasn't like he didn't like talking to people, sometimes. It was just that everyone had those days that peace and quiet seemed to be the mood - or atmosphere.

As he took his time walking through the grass, Constantine soon found himself by the conservatory. A fairly fresh addition to the castle that he hadn't really taken the time to inspect until now, making his way toward the building if anyone where to glance at Constantine it would be quite obvious that the young man did not have the makings of someone that did well during the summer. Dressed in slim fitting dark jeans a white cotton t-shirt and closed toe shoes that could almost be mistaken for dress shoes - it seemed almost amazing that the young man was sweating bullets yet.

Constantine gently pushed his way into the conservatory, the sound of water in the distance along with the peaceful atmosphere of the building significantly improving the boy's mood even more than what it was before he came in.

Carefully, Constantine reached his hand out toward the plants that he passed - some strange sort innate feline desire to rub against the greenery in whatever manner. It was when his fingertips ran against one plant in particular that Constantine stopped momentarily - feeling a strange jolt to his system. Picking the plant from it's root in an obvious act of disregard for any sort of care that was given toward the greenery, Constantine sniffed the plant in question - another jolt rushing through his system.

"What is this?"

Unless you studied all things botanical, it would be surprising for the normal everyday person to recognize catnip in it's base form.

She had to clear her head. Sandra had spent far too long locked in her room out of fear. The sun was intense and the heat was building faster than a furnace, it was the perfect temperature for a walk. Outfitted in a sweater that might as well have been a parka, Sandra had momentarily been turning heads considering that every other sane person was in shorts and t-shirts.

Despite all the time she had to think it over, Sandra’s mind was still dominated by the news of her current status of health. The usual ‘body is functioning as though it is pregnant because there’s a fire elemental stuck inside the heat ring thingy that exists around your midsection that is activating said hormones.’ Sandra hated her body and its bizarre ways of functioning, at least in this state she didn’t have to worry about heat expulsions (or periods). Instead she had to worry about the possibilities of a fire demon clawing its way out of her… heat ring thing. She was still getting used to the existence of heat ring because that still didn’t make sense to her.

As she stumbled about the courtyard, she pondered about something. If the fire elemental inside her was feeding off of the heat energy she was absorbing, was there a way to overfeed it and possibly destroy it? Either destroy it or force it out of her. She was supposed to wait on Ms. Schmidt’s feedback on the matter before doing anything drastic, but she was a crazy bug-lady and she didn’t have to deal with carrying the little demon.

When brainstorming for places around the school that had high temperatures, her wandering lead her to the conservatory. Exotic plants needed extreme heat in order to be kept alive and the greenhouse like structure along with the window-like roof meant that the heat would only get magnified. It wasn’t perfect, but as far as she was concerned it was a good place to start. Not to mention it was a very niche hangout spot, so if something went wrong nobody would get hurt.

Sandra spent a couple long hours lounging at the highest point in the conservatory, among the rafters on the ceiling and absorbing the sun’s amplified rays. She was still pale as a ghost since sunburns and tanning was, again, a strange outcome of her powers. As she got comfortable though, a bright orange ring singed through her midriff, the location in which her fiery discharges would normally expel from. It was stationary though, like a glowing ring of energy orbiting her midsection. With her eyes being closed though, she didn’t even notice that it came into existence. At least, she didn’t notice it until she began to smell the plank of wood she was resting on starting to singe. As the scent was picked up though, an audible crackling noise followed.

Before Sandra could even react, the rafter she rested on gave way and she was almost instantly plummeting to the ground, followed by a uneasy wail of “SHIIIIIIIIIIT!” If someone were to keep their ears open as well, they would hear the thud that came not too long after that. In fact, in relation to the area where Constantine was, it was barely a stone’s throw away.

The crash zone was somewhat unspectacular all things considered, though if Sandra had managed to fall into a bed of plants or flowers she could have set the whole place a blaze without much time to spare. Instead she managed to fall flat on her back in one of the aisles. Lucky for her the sweater she was wearing was huge and fluffy, including the hood, so head trauma was minimal. She was still a bit dazed from striking the ground, but her woozy gaze quickly fell upon the lower half of her torso. “The fuck!? That thing’s back?!” she exclaimed as she quickly rushed into an upright position and continued to investigate herself, keeping her arms out to the side for safe keeping.