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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2011, Saturday Early Evening - Part One!

The ceremony was once again held at sunset for the benefit of the graduates’ less diurnal guests, but the lawn was well-lit with twinkling blue and gold lights draped across bleachers, stage, surrounding trees and specially-assembled trellises, giving the overall effect of a peaceful fairy grove. (Not, say, Las Vegas. Tasteful twinkling lights.)

The staff having taken note of every previous graduation including the most recent, the lights had been purchased from Acme Decorations Studio with a money-back No Coming To Life And Terrorizing Your Party Guests Guarantee... and there was a rather large cache of weapons stashed in a trunk behind the podium. The chance that it would rain toys that could later be used for self-defense was slightly less than the chance that there would be a need for self-defense.

No one could say Fandom High wasn’t a learning experience.

[Open and welcome Class of 2011! Welcome | The Procession | Speeches | Diplomas | OOC]

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"She already did it once this week," Tara blurted, then looked uncomfortable as she wondered if it had been meant to be a secret. "So, uh, if she tries I'll ... go and grab her and stop it."

She shrugged a little, shifting to rest her chin on a palm. "It had to come sooner or later, right?"

"Dad sighed a lot when we got here and found out what she was up to," Jañe related gleefully, scooting over to sit next to Tara-- and basically pre-empting whatever Constance had been about to say, although Constance's sympathetic look was still obvious. "Can I come with you to drag her back if she tries it again?"

"Absolutely," Tara said, a tiny crooked smile sliding over her face. "She wouldn't want to miss time with any of you."

That ... possibly wasn't true, but no matter.

She added, "So are you thinking you might come here in a couple years?"

"Maaaaaaaaybe. Dad says we'll see." Jañe rolled her eyes in a way she had to have learned from Kennedy. "Mom'll probably say no, but it looks like fun. How 'bout you? After you graduate are you gonna go live with Kennedy?"

It wasn't entirely a serious question, but Kennedy got all spluttery at her when she asked; she wanted to see what Tara would do.

"Ummmm...." Tara had no idea how she was supposed to answer, especially with Constance listening and Kennedy's dad lurking somewhere that could quite possibly become within earshot very quickly. "I ... think it'll depend. On, um, what Kennedy is doing, and what I want to do, and ... other things."

Her eyes fluttered to Constance, as if checking if that were an okay answer.

It was, and Constance was in the anticipated but still somewhat uncomfortable position of being the only one who knew how loaded a question that was. If she did the math right...

"Jañe," Constance admonished lightly, and if you squinted it almost looked like she'd winked at Tara. "Giving Tara a hard time is Kennedy's job, not yours. You've got your answer; leave it there."

Luckily, Kennedy's little sister seemed more inclined than Kennedy was to leave well enough alone, but she'd evidently picked up Kennedy's effective pouting technique.

"Thank you," Tara said softly to Constance, blissfully unaware of exactly how loaded this whole issue was.

Then, more loudly: "Jañe, you look so much like your sister when you do that."

No one but Constance was, and she wasn't telling. Jañe certainly had no clue.

"Uh huh," Jañe answered, beaming. "Mom doesn't love it but that's okay. You're gonna come have dinner with us later, right?"

Ah, nine-year-olds. Who needed logical segues?

Tara managed not to share her not-entirely-flattering impression of Jañe's mom, but she thought it (and then felt a little guilty).

"As long as your dad is okay with it," she nodded. "I, um, don't want to be in the way if you decide to have a special family thing. With Constance."

Oh, Constance pretty much shared Tara's opinion, and felt not at all guilty about thinking it even if she wasn't about to say a word about that, either.

"I think if I count in that category," she informed Tara with a knowing smile, "then by all rights you do, too."

Tara beamed. "I like that," she said. "Kennedy deserves having people who love her around, right? I just didn't want to make assumptions or anything."

"You're Kennedy's girlfriend," Jañe put in with exactly the kind of emphasis you'd expect from a girl her age. "That means you have to be there. Even if she says I'm not allowed to ask you if you can turn annoying people into frogs for me."

"That's such a stereotype," Tara murmured, disapprovingly. "Besides, how do you know they wouldn't be even more annoying as frogs? They'd be all slimy."

"Well, I was gonna put 'em in the aquarium in the biology lab, but that's what Kennedy told me," Jañe sighed, pouting again. "'cause you're not that kind of witch. She got all mad about it."

"She's protective," Tara explained. "Which you probably know, but anyhow."

"Uh huh." Jañe grinned. "She gets so mushy about you. It's weird."

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