same dorm as her mother...

[Clara/Anya]

Clara set her bags down on her bed and looked around the room. She couldn't believe the words her mother spoke when she brought the luggage. She was in the same room Amiko was in when she came to this school. She glanced to the window wondering just how many timed her father flew through it. A smile came to her face over that thought. She sat on the bed taking in a long deep sigh as she played with one of her small 2 and a half foot wings. They were still fairly new to her she was already developing the same habit her father has of playing with the feathers. How she wished they were bigger so he could teach her to fly. Oh well with any luck while she's hear she'll learn to make a cloud like her mother often does to fly on.
After glancing to the open door she got up from the bed and began to unpack.
(room by the end looked something like this www.thefurniture.com/store/images/kathyireland/bedroom/SummerHill/panel_bedroom.jpg but with a poster of Craven's band where the two framed pictures are and an incense burner where the flowers are.)

[Guardian/Ghost]

Guardian walked down the halls, looking for the new student at the insitutie. He was excited to meet her, because he wanted to see how much of her father and mother was in her. He chuckled as he wondered if she would have any of her grandfather's hotheadedness in her. Logan was still at the school, and Guardian wondered if he had talked to her yet. Coming to an open door, his wings unfurled as much as they could in the craped hallway and then folded onto his back, the wingtips almost touching the ground. Peeking through the open doorway, he saw 2 small wings and knew that he had found the right person He knocked on the doorframe as he pushed to door open somemore so that he could lean against the oppsite side of the doorframe. "Are you Ms. Worthington?"

[Clara/Anya]

"You mean you've forgotten me already?" She asked with a playful pout as she turned to see the angel. "I've been taking classes here since the age of ten...Have the wings really changed my appearance that much?" She definitely had her mother's eyes, but her father's smile. She lived close, been taking classes at the school for some time, it wasn't until the recent sprouting of her wings that she finally moved in.

[Guardian/Ghost]

Guardian crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the ground and them back up at her. "Sometimes they tend to do that. And besides.." He walked father into the room and shrugged his shoulders. "You were a little girl then." He smiled. "How's the move going?""

[Clara/Anya]

She smiled a bit at the comment. He was right, it had always been strange to see her father with his wings strapped down and hidden for certain social occasions. "Well, yes, Guardian, I'm Clara...I believe I took your class when I first started attending? I may be wrong...The moves going alright, I'm almost done."

[Guardian/Ghost]

He smiled wider as he remembered her in his class for the first few times that he had seen her. She had been a small snippet of a girl trying to out sing everyone in the choir. "Well that's good. If you need any help, I'm always here." He moved over towards the picture of Craven's band and his smile dissapered as he remeber Clara Senior's brother. "You were probably one of the funnest students that i have ever taught." His wings moved a bit, causing the air in the room to stir. "What classes are you taking this semester Clara?"

[Clara/Anya]

"I'm not sure, I haven't gotten my schedule for the semester yet...I was planning on picking that up when I was done unpacking things..." She then smiled at the compliment as she sat on her bed looking up to him. Her eyes followed his to the poster and raised a brow, 'why should he care what music she listened to...' she thought as she saw the smile fade. "I had alot of fun in that class."

[Guardian/Ghost]

Guardian raised an eyebrow as her one thought came to him louder than the rest. She must have forgotten that he was a telepathic as well as a flyer. He looked at her as he replyed. "I care because most of the time, music reflects the inner soul" He smiled to break the tension in his last comment. "Besides, i wasn't thinking about that. I'm glad you had fun." He sat down on her bed. "have you talked to your grandfather recently?" He wondered how Logan would react to seeing Clara's wings. He remebred the first time that he had met Logan, the old brute had mistaken him for Angel and tried to smack him over the head with a frying pan.

[Clara/Anya]

She shook her head. "No, he hasn't seen them yet...He doesn't exactly come over to visit that much...Him and dad still don't get along." She said with an amused smile. She'd heard the story of Warren and Logan with the skillet many times from her mother, she loved it.

[Guardian/Ghost]

Guardian laughed. "He probably would be very happy to see you thought. He's actually is a nice softly when you know how to maniputale him. It's useful to know what's in his head." He laid back on her bed and spread his wings so that he would crumple his feathers. Like her, he had the habbit of preening his feathers. Often he would find one with a different colored spot and he would pull it out. "I used to love hanging out with your father. He taught me so much." It was true, he had come to the Institute and her father had taught him how to fly and use his wings to the full advantage.

[Clara/Anya]

She nodded slightly. "Yeah granpa's a softie when you know how to work him." She remembered how he would come visit with Harmony when she was a kid, how she missed times like that. "I think it's more being the right person though...He never could refuse mom...Or me for that matter..." She said with a bit of a chuckle as she explored her memories. As she spoke she moved to her drawrs pulling out her lighter. In the very top middle one she kept incense. She lit a jasmine scented one and let the sweet smelling smoke drift around the room.

[Guardian/Ghost]

Guardian sighed out letting the scent fill his nostrils. "I should get some of these for my office. They would probably help clam me down somewhat." then he shrugged, putting his hands behind his head. "Through, If i know myself, i would probably knock it over, and lgith something on fire." When in small spaces, he was very akward and often didn't know how to cordinate himself. "I'm sure you don't have that problem though right?"

[Clara/Anya]

She laughed a bit as she placed the stick in the holder. "Well there are burners that help with that...Bottles with holes for the smoke to come out of." She took in a deep breath enjoying the scent. "Though for now I promise because of your wings you'll probably be smelling it all day." Her attention was brought to the window, she heard Jack playing as his sister danced in the rain. She smiled and made a mental note to go see them when she was done up here.

[Guardian/Ghost]

Guardian got up and streached his arms looking at his watch. "Sorry to cut this meeting short, but i got to go." he went to her window and pulled it open, then swung a leg out and sat there perched, ready to push himself off. "Afternoon classes at the Collage on Mainstreet." He winked at her and the smiled. "See you later Clara." Then he pushed himself off the building and soared off into the sky.