Phlegyas Wintersbane

"That, my friend, is one heck of a nightmare. Maybe you should ask Mr Ary?" Mr Ary was the Dream Teacher of their class. "I bet he could tell you whats going on." Lacier said.
"Yeah, if anyone knows what's going on, he'd be the one." Cocytus added.
"I don't know... We'll see first... He's creepy as hell... What with his features all over...." Lethe attempted to brighten up, "Well, anyway, enough about my stuff. The second last new student's coming today, right?"
"And I have a suspicion that it will be my old friend, from my previous school. Did I ever mention him?" Styx said.
"Nope, don't believe you have. Why, why would this friend of yours come here?" Kestrel asked.
"Well, for one thing, his name is another River of Hades. It's-"
"Phlegethon? Or Acheron?" Lethe interrupted.
"Mmm, nope, it's Phlegyas. Slight variation, but still." Styx said, annoyed that she was interrupted.
"Wait a moment, sorry Lethe, I need to ask this. Styx. Is this Phlegyas already 17?" Cocytus said quickly.
"Yes. And before you ask, yes, he has an ... ability. Sort of. I never really paid much attention to it. I don't know. I don't even know if its an ability." Styx said, pondering it seriously. And she told of an experience, not too long ago.

Phlegyas and her were walking home when someone tried to mug them. The man summoned up fire and threatened them, but Phlegyas just went ahead and attempted to punch him, magic not being his forte. The fire had no effect on him and the assailant took out a gun and shot him. Phlegyas had fallen, dead she believed. And the assailant had turned and fled. The bullet had gone straight through his eye and there was a ragged, bloody hole on the back of his head where the bullet had exited. She had cried and called his name. She shakingly started to dial on her phone for an ambulance, but was startled when all of a sudden she could hear his thoughts again, ergo, he was still alive. She had turned and looked at him, and his eyes were perfectly fine. He had blinked slowly, and then felt the back of his head. There was only a slight impression to ever show that he was hurt at all.

"Wait, super-fast healing?" Lethe asked, having cheered up considerably and had temporarily forgotten about her own problems.
Styx hesitated. "Not.. exactly. You see, I am definite that he was dead. His thoughts just disappeared. I've been in hospitals and when people die, it's just like a buzzing sound that just suddenly stops. It was exactly like that."
"So. Resurrection?" Cocytus asked.
At that moment, the new student walked in and, hey what-do-you-know, it was him. Phlegyas Wintersbane. Of course, only Styx knew that, the others didn't know what he looked like. She waved to him, and he came over and sat in the vacant seat beside her.

"Little Styxie! I didn't know you were coming here too!" Phlegyas had a deep, pleasant baritone.
"And neither did I, giant." For Phlegyas was tall, exceedingly so, such that it was immediately obvious to anyone who looked that he was the tallest in the class. Indeed, many people instantly assumed him to be a half-giant. "But I suspected." Styx said, glad for a familiar face around her.
"So, how've you been recently?" He asked, and they started conversing in the manner of friends meeting after long years apart, though it was merely several months, for their previous schools had much worse time discrepancies, a day ranging anywhere from fifteen hours to weeks.
After a while, Cocytus couldn't stand it. "Oh no sir, no need to introduce us at all. You've stopped talking! Oh dear me, don't stop for us, we don't matter, go on, keep talking." He drawled.
Kestrel jabbed him in the sides. "And I thought you had such manners, Master Greywing." She murmured.
Phlegyas looked at them. "Hello. You must be Styxie's friends. I'm Phlegyas Wintersbane. And you are?"
Styx answered. "That's Cocytus Greywing and she's his girlfriend, Dmitri Kestrel."
Lethe and Lacier chorused at the same time, "But call her Kestrel, she hates Dmitri." And they burst out laughing.
Kestrel just looked at them, bemused. "Yes, well, those two got that right. That bookish idiot there is Lacier Eves and she's Lethe Glimmergaunt."
Phlegyas said, "Pleased to meet you all. But, are we missing someone? I just keep getting a feeling...."
"I know what you mean. Someone should be here, but isn't. Odd." Styx said.
"Surely, you are perceptive enough to realise that four out of five of the Rivers of Hades are present, no?" Cocytus said, pensively. "Acheron.... He will come tomorrow. Or at least, I think its a he. Acheron doesn't exactly sound feminine."
"Well, at any rate, hello Phlegyas, welcome to this place." Lethe said, recovering from her bout of mirth. "I take it that you'll be sitting beside Styx then. No offence, but you are really very tall, so umm, could you swap with Styx? So you'll be in front of Lacier..." She trailed off.
"Hey! I object to that! In case you haven't realised, you're taller than me!" Lacier said, indignant.
"I'll just duck down when you tell me to, okay? No need to quarrel, friends." Phlegyas rumbled amiably, a friendly smile on his face.