BWI Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning

[princessarcasm]

One of the very few perks of having a meteorologist for a mother was that Amy could almost always avoid weather-related flight delays by relying on her mom for information. That was usually very convenient, but today it meant that due to anticipated late morning storms in northern Texas, Amy had been forced to fly in at ass o'clock in the morning so that she wouldn't run the risk of missing the bus to school. So it looked like she was the first person to reach the Fandom High banner in the airport lounge, and while Amy had always had hopes of one day winning a race, this wasn't quite what she had had in mind.

Armed with an overstuffed duffel bag and her favorite pair of sweatpants (they were decorated with little cartoon strips of bacon!), Amy stifled a heavy yawn and parked herself in a distant corner of the lounge where she could wait for more people to show up.

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Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

As Jones stood at the entrance of the lounge her eyes eventually landed on Hanna. She gazed at Hanna for less than a minute taking her in and observing her.

Which could be confused with "staring" really.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna stared back. Kind of like a feral kitten, huge eyes and tail lashing. If she'd had a tail. Ready to jump one way or the other.

Not Marissa, not Marissa, not Marissa. Who?

The silence finally weighed so heavily that she had to break it. "Hello?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Jones replied. "My name is Jones. I am a new teacher at the school you will be attending."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Oh. Interesting. Possibly not a threat? Maybe? Hanna opted for politeness. "I am Hanna Heller. I am sixteen years old. This is my first time in America." There. Three true things. "What will you be teaching?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

"A course of independent study," Jones replied. "You accent sounds slightly European. Why are you coming to the school?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"German." Hanna carefully said, "To broaden my horizons. And..." She still felt a little threatened by this woman, although she could not put her finger on why. But she had none of Sophie's mother's interested warmth. Or obliviousness. "To help me decide. What to do in the future."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

Really there wasn't any warmth at all from Jones. Then again she wasn't much for emotions to begin with.

"You could broaden your horizons anywhere," she noted. "Why this place?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Because it was the first one she stumbled on? Because she was acting on impulse? Hanna looked around, trying to think of an answer that might work and finally said, "I like the girls I have met so far. And." Her chin went up. "It is good to leave the past behind. Sometimes."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

"And what past would that be?" Jones asked tilting her head slightly.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"Not a good one." Not in the immediate past, anyway. Before that... "At least lately."