The world really lucked out there.

Too bad they'll never learn of their good fortune. 

Mum would probably say it already knows, or something.

The world, sure, but not its inhabitants. 

The ones who really matter do.

So all four of them?

Exactly.

Sounds reasonable to her. 

Shoulder bump.

And off to breakfast.

Breakfast! Unfortunately they'll probably land pretty late in the junior queue...

How it goes some days. They make it work.

Luthien has a really good eye for food, at least, and is exceptionally good at snatching food from partially infested trays without getting caught - she'll sometimes also stab the mal in question if she's feeling either very generous or in a very bad mood, like today. (Usually after grabbing the food, though.)

She still finishes breakfast hungry, but, well. That's most days; Luthien never seems to feel full since induction day, and it's gotten worse as her growth spurts have picked up. She bets she could eat everything in the cafeteria with only a mild stomach ache.

They'll make up for it later with snack bar, though, and right now - they have classes. (Maybe they can spend work period after lunch in the library, curled up... Or share a booth in language lab. Luthien inhales languages about as readily as food, and sometimes picks one up on accident; she can afford to nap through lab, which honestly drives her to distraction with all the dramatic whispers.)

Or both, both would be good. (El hates her whispers. Enough to drive her mad.)

...Luthien is unfortunately too exhausted today to keep watch and do both their work while El sleeps through lab... (But both would be very good.)

If she gets a Sanskrit sheet, El will take the watch.

One Sanskrit sheet, coming right up. (Luckily, the school seems bound and determined to make her outright master Sanskrit, not just get to 'good enough,' and will make her plow through several exercises before it offers her anything in her other languages.)

Naptime for sleepy baby, then. Pat pat.

Snuggle! And purrrrr. An ability that their mom fortunately didn't make them reverse after El tried to turn Lu into a cat at age ten, unlike the ears, tail, weird eyes, and whiskers.

Possibly because El managed to think quickly enough to have Lu hide it from Mum. Still doesn't regret that.

It's a nice counterpoint to the voice from the booth extolling the reign of fire and blood El will spread across the lands and rivers.

It is a pretty lovely poem, honestly; Luthien being strict mana doesn't mean she can't appreciate an epic poem or several about El being a sexy goddess of doom. (Louder purrs at the part about a harem of girls at El's feet.)

(Luthien's spent a lot of time getting into arguments with the booth voices and rewriting their poems to be more complimentary to her sister, and that's now an increasingly common theme in her assignments. Sometimes the voices go along with her, or just get lazy and reuse one of Luthien's poems. And they're a lot more likely to dangle very tempting bait like 'Consider: El would be extremely sexy if she went evil' when Luthien is sharing El's booth.)

El would prefer more, y'know, actually useful conversational practice but if it makes Luthien happy, then. (...And this vocabulary is more tailored to the spells she actually gets.)

And helpful for dirty talk, which is definitely useful conversational practice. 

Not so much with people other than her.

Maybe she can murmur sweet nothings of doom in Daniella's ear now. 

If she's on Sanskrit. Wouldn't want to spellblock her.