fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

The glittery enthusiasm of the 'Fandom High' banner strung across the wall was a little unexpected, but at least it confirmed Vider was where she was supposed to be, even if no one else appeared to be here yet. That part wasn't surprising, considering how early her flight had gotten in, but she seemed to be dealing with the earliness of the hour remarkably well. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was getting used to never getting quite enough sleep any more.

One of the trainers at the Hangadrottin War College had shoved a wad of unfamiliar money into her hand this morning, 'for the journey,' like she was going to some foreign country and not just the East coast. Still, she wasn't going to turn down money so she'd taken it without complaint and used some of it to buy a tea and pastry for breakfast, and once she picked out a seat by the wall where she could prop her spear case and sword up, she settled in to eat, picking the pastry apart into little shreds before putting them in her mouth.

So far this boarding school thing didn't seem so bad, although she was reserving final judgment until she'd actually seen the school.

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That was some charm right there, yeah.

"Was it at least cute?"

"Sure?" Yes, let's go with that. Keep up your wooing. You've always got her eating out of the palm of your hand!

"Aww."

Yeah, that wasn't actually worthy of an 'aww'.

SO MEAN, ISABELLE.

"So, what grade are you going into?"

Isabelle paused. Yes, she had to think about it. She hadn't been in a mundane school before, these things were unfamiliar.

"Junior, I think?" she said. "My brother's a senior. And you?"

"Freshmen." BUT HE WAS WILLING TO DATE OLDER.

YOU COULD CARRY HER BOOKS, RALEIGH.

"That's... younger, right?"

DAMN HIS YOUTH!

"Uh. Yeah. A little."

"Hm." A beat passed by. "Raleigh, could you be so nice as to help me carry some of my bags?"

See, that wasn't totally shutting him down. She knew how to play these things.

"Sure!" You hear that sound? That was the sound of a whip crack.

But Isabelle's electrum whip was safely coiled around her waist like a fancy belt and –– Oh, wait. Metaphorical whip.

Yeah, Isabelle had that effect on people.

She smiled brightly at him. "Fantastic."

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