tvd / nysm } { the salvatore school for the young and gifted

[vampireboulevard]

Nestled just on the outskirts of the tiny town of Mystic Falls, Virginia is the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted. As far as most of the town is concerned, the school is exactly how it's marketed - a boarding school for rich and gifted students - but a few are aware of it's real origins.

A school for young supernatural students, so that they can grow up somewhere where they didn't have to hide.

The headmaster is actually much older than she looks, having not aged a day since she was seventeen, but she's learned to dress herself up to fit the part. Her long hair is swept up into an elegant twist, her pant suit is perfect and polished, and her makeup is appropriately adult. Still, there's not a lot that can hide the youthfulness of her features no matter how hard she tries.

She's standing at the front of the school, watching as the car pulls up in front before flashing the man who arrives a bright smile and wave. Once he emerges from the car, she waves and makes her way closer to shake his hand.

"Mr. Rhodes. Welcome to the Salvatore School."

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[onebehind]

To say that Dylan has mixed feelings on being here is an understatement.

On one hand, through centuries of careful breeding and ritual and so on, the wolves of the Eye of Horus are not entirely the same as your average werewolf. He actually does have an allergy to silver, for one, and his bite is contagious, for another -- it's how he managed to bring the Horsemen in, despite none of them, except Jack, being werewolves to start. Not to mention the fact that, as far as the first change goes, they don't actually have to kill anyone, to trigger it -- though that's a secret they guard fiercely. Your first change happens, if you were born into it, when you hit puberty, or if you were bitten, on your first full moon after. Even if it's not the case anymore, his hands were clean, when this all started for him.

On the other, though, the pack mentality most other werewolves have is still going strong in the Eye, and -- fuck, the kids here are just kids, and probably don't understand a whole lot of what's happening to them, or are having trouble dealing with the aggression that comes with all of this, or whatever. The list goes on, really, and he feels the need to be here, to try and help, and so here he is.

On the other other, he hates leaving the Horsemen alone, never mind the fact that they can take care of themselves, and really, he can see them whenever he feels like. He hates leaving his day job at the FBI, where Fuller is still learning to deal with all this shit, because oh, yes, he bit him, too, the whole thing a mutual decision, after Fuller found out what he was, to give him a little extra survivability, when he, personally, has been shot twice in the last few months. He hates the fact that, while he has arrangements made for nights of the full moon, he probably won't be able to join the Horsemen there, because what kind of teacher would he be, if he fucked off, when the kids probably need him the most. He hates that there are fucking vampires here. He --

-- well, you get the picture.

Regardless, however, he manages to summon up a smile of his own as he gets out of the car, and moves to meet her halfway, taking her hand in his for the shake, once they're face to face.

"Dylan," he corrects as he steps back. "And yeah, thanks." It looks more like a summer camp, here, than his mental image of a 'boarding school', but he's not going to tell her as much.

[theloophole]

They come back from break, and there's a new civics teacher.

Normally, that wouldn't be quite so separate from history, if this were a normal school, but at the Salvatore School, history also comes with a nice helping of the history of the species, so it's good to divide it into two separate classes. But when Hope walks in to the classroom and realizes that the new teacher is also the guy she was somewhat rude to way back when, she blanches, before winding her way to the back of the classroom.

Probably for the best she makes herself as inconspicuous as possible.

She is an attentive student, if nothing else, and when the class ends, she waits for the rest of the students to leave before making her approach.

"Mr. Rhodes?"

[theloophole]

It doesn't take much persuading for Aunt Freya to let her go hang out with Dylan's pack. She might just be excited that Hope has another stable werewolf in her life - and a werewolf-witch at that. All it takes is a promise that Hope will spend at least full month of the summer here in New Orleans, her spring break is hers to do with as she chooses.

Her fingers drum against her thigh as they go, nervous energy filling the space. She knows that this is fine, and none of these people know her, but that doesn't change the fact that she doesn't exactly have the best track record with making friends.

But she wants to try.

"Is there anything I should know?" She glances back at Dylan. "Any ... rituals or niceties?"