It's a Group Effort(Iridian)

Iridian came in exactly on time, to find her partner was already there. Travis. That was his name. Hmm... what could she remember from what she was told. Her attention at the time had been elsewhere... his mum was a witch called Persephone - which was a name easily remembered by Iridian since she was Hades' wife... and he had fangs. And claws. Oh, yeah, and he could turn into this thing that breathed fire. She hoped he wouldn't set their project on fire. Iridian hated group projects. They meant she had to communicate with living people, which was ridiculously out of her comfort zone, and she had to not only communicate, but also work with them. On the plus side, Travis was new, so maybe this project would be easier without being bossed about.

Walking up to him, she watched him for a few moments before saying, "Hi." She was shorter than him, so she had to look up. One time height manipulation would come in handy. When she looked up, she saw his eyes... they reminded her of gemstones... that had been possessed by demons. Very shiny. "Am I late?" She hoped she wasn't. She hadn't really paid much attention to the time, in fact, she'd hoped to get there earlier than him so she could kick start. That plan failed rather pathetically.

"Good," Iridian replied, wondering why he was smiling at her, before realising he was trying to be friendly. She didn't mind friendly. Overly friendly was creepy, but normal friendly was fine. Perhaps she'd make a friend that wasn't going to disappear one day to the afterlife. "Have you got any good ideas?" She so desperately wanted to exaggerate the word 'good' since most suggestions from past partners turned out fairly awful.

She wanted to do well on the project, and that meant working with him even if it proves to be difficult. Iridian didn't think it would be. She followed him for a while, he just went around the library as if he knew. But when he spoke again, he sounded anxious. Her first thought was 'Miss Zombie? Zombie? Of all the dead, zombie? Really?' Her second thought was that she should've been checking the shelves instead of wondering where he was going. "I think I realised. Since most of the magic books are behind us." She tried not to laugh, but couldn't help a small smirk of amusement. Poor guy.

Iridian found that rather intelligent. It was true that people often studied the new types of magic, magic used today, rather than the roots. It would be unique for sure. She received the books, flipping through one and noticing the many pictures. "I think we could link the history of the island in too. People say magic came from here," she noted, considering the options carefully. Surely there'd be a book in here about Monte Carlos itself. She was drawn into the idea of old ways. Old tended to be better. She checked the shelves, looking for a book she thought would be helpful too.

She thought about how she was told magic came into place. There was the way Travis had said, which was probably more realistic than an immortal woman having mortal children with magical qualities. Magic wasn't always genetical. In Iridian's case, it was, but she knew others had ordinary families. She did think Monte Carlos had magic... since in the main world, it was rumoured to be the Bermuda Triangle, yet nobody had seen the island itself.

Iridian agreed with a simple nod. Moving to the table, she opened a book as well, pulling a notebook out of her bag. Beginning to write notes, she didn't know whether they were going to work in silence or if they were going to discuss the project further. She didn't care either way. Egyptian mythology believed pharaohs were chosen by gods and were magicians... Greeks and Romans were different. "How do we know which one is right?" she asked. There were so many opinions. This book was killing her. She pushed it away like it was a plate of disgusting foods, and turned to the one on Monte Carlos.

Upon reading a section on the roots of the academy she grinned, "You know that the school was built on top of a graveyard? I thought there was a lot of dead people around for a school." Iridian didn't know if that sounded weird. Probably not considering her powers.

"Well that makes it so easy," she murmured to herself, before glancing at the book quietly. Iridian thought all these ancient people should have just decided who was right. But he was right. Everyone had different minds. "We'll have to use them all then." She sighed. More work. Still, it was something for her to do, and he seemed to have a lot more patience than her. That was extremely helpful. "Probably always there. But came with evolution or something," she murmured to herself thoughtfully. She couldn't be sure.

"No," Iridian replied simply, before realising that was probably sounding a bit rude, "I was taught that people will tell you what they want to tell, and you shouldn't push them, so I don't randomly interrogate people." She continued to write notes, looking up every so often to show she was still paying attention. "Besides, it's difficult to call ghosts from down there, because when the soul passes on it doesn't come back. Normally skeletons or something, though they don't have human emotions anymore, so there's no point."