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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 1)

With things back to normal - or as normal as Fandom ever got - preparations for graduation had gone into full swing. The ceremony was set for right after sunset, to make sure all types of guests could safely attend, and the lawn had been lit up with blue and gold lights, creating safe paths in which to walk to the seating area and giving everything a twinkling, serene appearance.

Of course, the staff knew that graduation was rarely a serene event, and the fact that Ingvar's volcano was being unusually active emphasized the need to prepare the seniors as much as possible. Last year's cache of weapons had been discreetly stashed in a trunk behind the podium...and yes, they'd all been properly cleaned. Who knew what dried Viking blood could do to metal?

Once everything had been arranged, the guests were let in, and all that was left was to pray everything went smoothly.

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Natalie was here, naturally. Wasn't every day you got to watch your boyfriend graduate, and she'd even worn a nice dress for this occasion, mostly because she knew he'd like that.

And having nothing to do with her knowledge that his friends, Brid included, were supposed to be showing up for this too.

Her eyes searched the crowd for them, while she tried her best not to be distracted by who appeared to be Peter, sitting not too far away. Older Peter. And bodyguards. Blame it on having spent a good portion of the week reading up on Locke, but her gaze kept flicking over a lot.

Topher spotted Natalie eyeing Peter and decided to be generous.

"He's Ender's," he informed her.

Yes, Natalie had probably figured that out already. Topher thought pretty highly of his deductive skills, though, okay?

Natalie gave him a look best describes as tolerant. "Yes, the fact that he's older and that ours ––" Look, it was easier to say than 'the one that goes to school here with us'. "–– is currently preoccupied elsewhere clued me in."

"He told you?" Topher made a face. "I thought that was just a me and Kenzi thing. Ugh."

Topher, don't be jealous.

Natalie shrugged, and kept it to herself whether she was amused at the jealousy or not. "As far as I can tell, he emailed everyone who might care to know."

"Well that was careless of him." No, Topher, not really. "What if someone was... talkative? Or whatever. It's really secret."

"Really?" Natalie asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "You're questioning Peter's thinking on what's safe to do?"

"What if someone tells on him?" Topher asked. "He could get all... assassinated."

"Do any of us have anything to tell on him?" Natalie pointed out. "I don't think I do."

And she was a little more trustworthy than that, anyway.

...

She had a point.

"Oh," Topher said. "Huh."

"Yeah." Good thing Natalie wasn't particularly inclined to be smug. "I'd trust Peter knows what he's doing."

More or less.

"I still would've left it just to me and Kenzi," Topher grumbled. "We got to go to his house."

Well, almost.

"He didn't invite you over, did he?"

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Natalie wasn't all that impressed.

"That sounds a little possessive," she pointed out.

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Eventually, one of those bodyguards was going to eye her back.

Threat assessment: activated.

Natalie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She did not, however, do the same with the urge to give the bodyguard a dry look and say, "I'm not a threat."

Even if she was a pretty lethal kick chick.

The security guard raised one eyebrow. Did she really expect him to buy that?

Peter threw her one curious glance - wondering if she was yet another person he'd forgotten about - before returning his attention to... well, the fascinating sight of an empty stage.

Now Natalie did roll her eyes. "You're welcome to search me," she drawled, "but does it look like I'm hiding weapons in this dress?"

Okay so technically she might have been, since she'd gone for something looser and more bohemian than probably most girls here.

"I'm just a curious observer."

Petra had been watching the entire exchange, and she rolled her eyes at the bodyguard. "We are at a high school, and she's a teenage girl," she said, speaking up. "I'm not about to say that means she's harmless, but it does mean you're being impossibly stupid, oomay."

The bodyguard muttered something about serving the Hegemon.

"And you don't hear him arguing with me about this, do you?"

Which was really kind of a rare occurrance, considering how much Peter and Petra enjoyed arguing.

"Thank you," Natalie said, with the slightest incline of her head towards Petra. "I can understand the need for security but it's unnecessary against me."

She was going to leave it unsaid that she probably could have put up quite a fight against the bodyguards, anyway.

"Natalie Adams. Not a threat."

"Petra Delphiki," Petra provided. "Not a threat to you."

The difference was significant.

"So you know the school's version of this doll back," she surmised. While she didn't explain her slang, it was pretty obvious she was referring to Peter, and not particularly flatteringly.

"Can we at least maintain a level of professionalism in public?" Peter asked, chagrined.

Natalie didn't need the slang explained, no, and the exchange made some slight flicker of amusement pass her face. "We've spent some time together," she said, vaguely. Then she inclined her head to Peter. "Hello, Mr. Wiggin."

It would have seemed weird to just call him by his first name.

"Miss Adams," Peter said, with a polite inclination of his head that he'd gotten a lot of practice out of. "I know this has to be a little... odd."

"We're at a high school graduation. No one is going to be taking your picture," Petra contributed, rolling her eyes at him. "Professionalism isn't needed, no matter how much you love it."

Wiggins and their ridiculous need for distance messing with her life.

"Some things never change, eh?" Natalie noted with mild wryness. "And I go to school in Fandom. Trust me, I've dealt with odder things."