fandomhigh | BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge

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BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning

Petra was so relieved to find the Portalocity lounge and a banner proclaiming 'Fandom High.' She was pretty sure that meant she was in the right place, even if she did seem to be the first one here, and it meant she could sit down and stop dragging her luggage (two large, new-looking suitcases and an extremely battered green leather overnight case with an Audrey Hepburn decal on top) all over the airport.

She picked out a chair with a good view of the door so she could see new arrivals and sat down with Holly Go-Overnightly in her lap, then pulled her phone out. All her friends were still asleep, no doubt, so texting was out, but surfing the web seemed like a good way to kill some time while she waited for other people to show up. She hoped she wasn't the only new student. That would be awkward.

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There were no absconded Luthor scions in the terminal, and even if there were,they'd be nearly twice Lex's age (if he was reading the date on the paper right), so just ignore the bald kid in the expensive jacket and the Warrior Angel shirt that looked like it'd never been worn before.

Though Rosella was quite determined to not have anything to do with any boys while she was here at school, she wound up eying Lex a little bit. If only because the light had glinted off his bald head and she thought for a second there was something shiny over there. Imagine her disappointment to discover that wasn't the case...

Lex had three guesses why (one of) the pretty blonde(s) was staring at him, and he was rubbing the first one nervously, while trying to remember how to interact with girls.

Stupid all boy boarding school.

And, no, that wasn't Rosella trying to do everything she could to hide the fact that she was snorting in an attempt to not laugh at the sheepish little head rub.

Just like how this wasn't the sort of response that caused her mother to think that she honestly wanted people to think she was uncouth and ill-mannered at fancy balls and parties.

Really!

...Okay, maybe it was.

Lex was used to people laughing at his baldness, but usaully said people were douchey teen boys, not pretty girls, so now he was staring at his feet and blushing.

Billionaire playboy he wasn't. ~~Yet.~~

Petra had been beginning to wonder if this was just a school for blonde girls (even if Rosella had mentioned her brother going there) but she guessed this guy killed that idea. "Hi," she said. "Are you going to Fandom High?" It could still be a school for blonde girls if he was in the wrong place, after all. "I'm Petra West."

Lex was starting to wonder that too, not that he was going to object entirely if the rest of the student body was female, blonde and cute.

"Yeah, I am," he replied, offering her a hand awkwardly. "Lex. Hi." Plenty of time to bring up the last name once he was safely enrolled.

Look, Petra and her friends had dominated the twenty-four hour news cycle for long enough that was currently starting to wonder how she'd just met three people in a row who hadn't asked her, 'Aren't you the one who used to be in Boyz Will B Boyz?' Lex was not alone here.

"Hi," she said again. "Do you know much about the school? I just read the brochure, but Rosella says that doesn't tell the whole story." And then she'd started talking about magic, so Rosella might be crazy, but.

Lex was sure if they compared notes on the press that he'd win at losing.

"Not really. Just what was on the flyer." And the only sections he'd actually been interested in were the not-Excelsior and far away from Kansas parts. "Rosella is the...blonde one?"

If only he'd actually been trying to make that a joke.

She'd been in a boy band. She could totally hold her own in a press-off. Not that it was a prize she particularly wanted to win. "We're all the blonde one. Rosella's the blonde who looks like she showed up from a Ren Faire. She's the princess of some tiny European principality or something. I'm the tall blonde. Hanna's the other blonde." Sorry, Hanna. She didn't know you well enough yet. "Maybe we can put together a singing group," she joked.

Lex would take thirteen year old girls over middle-aged reporters looking for a hot corporate corruption scoop from a sixteen year old boy.

"I can play piano," he offered. "We could call ourselves The Blonde One and the Other One."

Thirteen-year-old girls were terrifying, Lex. Terrifying.

"Or The Blondes...and Lex." For the second part, she did jazz hands.

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Hanna wasn't ignoring him. For one thing, she recognized an expensive jacket when she saw one. For another, he was the only boy so far. Both definitely worth noting.

"Hey," she greeted, giving a little wave.

Lex hadn't been the focus of this much postive female attention in a very long time, and he didn't think Mom really counted here. What would his father do with in his shoes?

...probably embarking on a discreet affair, then buying her silence when the thrill wore off, so not a really great or useful example there. Lex waved back sheepishly. "Hi."

"I'm Hanna," she told him, feeling it was important to introduce herself right away to the only boy here. "You're going to Fandom High, too, right?"

"Lex," he said, nodding. "That's the plan." So far it seemed to be working.

"Have you ever been to a boarding school before?" Hanna asked. "This would be a first for me."

"Yes." Lex shrugged. "At least this one doesn't have a uniform."

Lucrezia, being spoiled, had very little filter at times, and a tendency to say what she was thinking.

Which was why she stared straight at the boy in the room before telling him, quite calmly, "You have no hair."

This should prove helpful, in case Lex had lost his hair in a freak accident five minutes prior to entering the lounge.

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Five minutes, seven years, same difference really.

Very few people actually came out and said it, so Lex really didn't know how to respond. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

She would assume he was mocking her, and carry on as if she hadn't noticed.

"You aren't dressed as a monk," she said. "Do you not shave your head in penitence, then?"

"Not really, no." You needed to have hair in the first place to be able to shave it.

"Then why did you shave your head?" Lucrezia asked. "Aesthetic purposes? Symbolic ones? Pragmatic?"

"I didn't," Lex replied. "I've been bald since I was nine."

That got her attention. She drew closer, glancing at his head as if this was the most unexpected news she had heard all day.

"Were you ill?" she asked. Followed by, as if this was in any way a normal or appropriate question, "May I touch it?"