Hello! I'm pretty new to Chatterbox and I was wondering, is it too late to join? It's all right if it is

Name: Ezra Griffin

Age: 16, nearing 17 

Gender/Pronouns: He/him

Personality: He's kind and friendly, but a little shy at first. He's loyal and protective of his friends and can get quite flustered when overwhelmed. Cool tempered typically and is pretty smart and adept at noticing things between people (unless it relates to him). He loves to read, and write books himself.

Appearance: Amber eyes, pretty, tanned complexion, longer hair in curtain bangs, well-kept, tall, always has a bit of a sad or nervous look on his face, tall, dark brown hair. 

Power/Ability (Magical): Necromancy

Strengths (non-magical, also optional): Smart, knowledgeable about vocabulary athletic, aerial arts, good at writing 

Weaknesses (optional): Forgetful, timid, reserved, and doesn’t think very highly of himself

House, house's location, and/or housemates: Lives with his hedgehog, Alastor, and housemates (if someone wants to be)

Shipping: Anyone, although, maybe later

Other: n/a

@Marin, it's not too late to join!

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~Dorrie~

"I think we should investigate Mr. Grebnesor," says Aventurine. "Go into the antechamber or whatever it's called."
"It's not that kind of day," I say. It's just before Ms. Rosen's class, and we're on the train.
"Well then," says Aventurine, "for me it is that kind of day." And of course, after Ms. Rosen's class, I follow Aventurine to Mr. Erlenmeyer's classroom. This is a very risky maneuver, but, perhaps because he doesn't have any papers to grade, Mr. Grebnesor is not there.
We go into the office off the classroom. It's been transformed since I last saw it: The papers are gone and the bulletin board is prisitine. I look around and find the "Casey Rosenberg" sign in the recycling, and there are cleaning products and a rag on the desk. That must be how Mr. G took away the writing on the board.
"Mr. G is hiding the evidence," says Aventurine.
"Shhh!" I say, too late. Some footsteps are coming. I pull Aventurine under the desk and crouch with her, pulling a paper shredder and the recycling bin in front of us.
"Mr. G?" asks the voice of Mx. Alberts, who is the Science Division Leader for City School. "Are you here? I want to discuss about the hiring." Mx. Alberts walks closer. Please please please do not look under the desk!!! I implore them.
"Casey Rosenberg," says Mx. Alberts, and then turns on their heels and walks away. I look at my watch, time ninety seconds, and then usher myself and Aventurine out of the desk. Aventurine puts the bins away.
"At least now they know," I say.
"True," says Aventurine. "We left the door open."
"Maybe Mx. Alberts did?" I ask hopefully, but that's a bit of a lie, because Mx. Alberts is always pristine and has cleaner clothes even than the principal.
We walk out and Aventurine closes the door, and I hope that things will take a turn for the better.

~Ezra~ 

(Newly Arrived) 

I get my schedule and wander around the school, trying to find my classroom. I walk up, past Mx. Alberts, muttering about someone called “Casey Rosenberg” and something about the science classroom. Why does their name sound… familiar?  I find myself near what I presume is the science classroom, where two people walk out a moment later. Well, that was an interesting coincidence. I walk up to them and ask, “Hey, odd question, do you know anyone named Casey Rosenberg?” They looked surprised, but exchanged a knowing look between them. 

What’s up with that name? And what do those two know about it?

~Dorrie~

"Why?" Aventurine asks, to perhaps both of the students standing by us.
"Um, I wanted to know something," says one of the students, Cass (?).
"No, it's OK," I tell her. "Mr. G isn't in his classroom."
"Should I tell him you were looking for him?" she says.
"No, please don't," I say a bit too nervously.
"Why?" they ask, giving me an eagle eye.
"We were looking to see if he had extra copies of a textbook," says Aventurine. "I lost mine, and to be honest Mr. G doesn't like it when I'm scatterbrained."
"Oh, OK," says Cass.
"Anyway, do you know a Casey Rosenberg?" Ezra asks. "I heard Mx. Alberts talking about someone with that name."
"I don't," I say. "Do you?"
"As it turns out," Ezra tells us, "I do. Casey Rosenberg is my neighbor, and he's always bringing in weird packages."
"Huh," says Aventurine. "Nice to see you." And then we leave.

~Ezra~

I internally groan. Gosh, that was so stupid of me. “Nevermind,” I say to Dorrie and Aventurine. “Sorry about that.” 

Also,  @Seadragon, should Ezra be new or has he been at the school for a while?

--Morrigan--

Someone has put a few more books into the donation box. I mark them with prices, scan them into the system, and put them on the shelves. The titles are Muffins for Beginners, despite the sign reading "We Have Enough Cookbooks" on the donation box; Traveling the Winding River, A History of the Blue Sea Salt Harvesters, and The Zeithran Star.
Wait. I pick up the last one and find myself wondering if I should hold it for Ky. I haven't taken his business card home; I put it in the compartment on my typewriter. 
Oh goodness. Is something happening between me and Ky? Who knows. I put the book on the shelf and go back to shelving books.

~Dorrie~

Tomorrow, and the day after, are boring. 
Then, on Saturday, interesting things happen.
My eldest cousin, Kaitlyn, arrives by riverboat from The City of Mountains and Snow. Kaitlyn is sixteen, and she visits on her own a lot. We take her to a hotel and assist her in checking in. 
And, walking down the hallway in the hotel, I run into my science teacher.
"Hi, Mr. E," I say. 
"Huh? Oh, hi, Dorrie," he says. "BTW, I'm changing your grade to a B minus." 
"Thanks," I say. 
However, my mom notices this and pounces on Mr. Erlenmeyer.
"Are you Emil Erlenmeyer?" she asks.
"Um... yes, why?"says Mr. E. 
"Why have you been absent from City School?" 
"Circumstances beyond my control," says Mr. E.
"What circumstances would leave you in this hotel?"
"If you must know, I don't have much money, and I was forcibly put out of my house recently." I think he's lying. He looks directly at my mom and doesn't blink at all. As well, he usually uses far less formal language--he calls me Dorrie, doesn't mind if we call him Mr. E, and loves to use contractions.
"Well then," she says. "I filed a complaint, but it appears they got a sub. Keep this in mind."
She then turns on her heel, even though she has to turn back on her heel to actually get to Kaitlyn's room, and we follow her.

~Violet~

Hm-m...the Zeithran Star, I think to myself. I've always thought that it was a simple little tale about magic that my mom would always read to me before bed. A bit of sadness washes over me as I think about my mom. I wish she was here. Then I could ask her all these questions that I have. There are so many things I don't know!

The school is same as always, with a few subs here and there, like the one for science. Nothing too crazy, really. I wish I could say that I like school, but I'm really indifferent about it. There are some good subjects, some boring, some confusing, and making friends usually come easily for me...usually.

My first class is ELA with Mrs. Kynoa, who's a relatively nice teacher, though she assigns a lot of essays. Some are easier to write, like narrative writing, but sometimes, it's not so lucky, like today. We get assigned a research essay on myths and legends, in which we write a detailed summary of its history, where it comes from, if it could be true or if it's fake, etc. At first, I feel a bit of dread writing so much (five pages at minimum!), but then I realize something. I could write about the Zeithran Star! Now that would be an interesting topic, and I can help Ky!

Throughout the rest of the day, I feel excited—excited to work on a research essay, of all things! But this one...this one will be much more interesting to write.