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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge- Saturday morning

As much as Maeve didn't want to admit that she was nervous, she really was. This was big. It was a new school, a new country, a second chance that she really didn't want to screw up.

She seemed to be the first one here- at least the glittery sign told her she was in the right place, and she was a little annoyed by it on principle- so she found a seat, piled her bags around her, and pulled out a book to read while she waited.

While she looked pretty engrossed in it, anytime she saw someone pass by her eyes flicked up like she was expecting them to come sit nearby.

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Okay, yeah, it was sort of hard to play it entirely cool when someone just fell out of the nowhere.

"Okay, someone please tell me someone else saw that," he demanded, after a moment of staring, because subtly was not usually his strong suit, but no one seemed hurt, so now he was just worried about his brain.

"It's just a teleport," Arabella scoffed, like they happened all the time and were not, in fact, something she'd only previously seen in person once in her entire life.

Which meant that Troy, who was totally not embarrassed, like, at all about his reaction now, laughed totally not nervously at that, and shrugged it off and could stop grinning to compensate for his chagrin at any moment.

"Well, yeah," he said, obviously the epitome of smooth, "obviously, a teleport." He had a scoff of his own now. "I mean, I knew that, I was just....you know, confirming."

They had teleports here? What, and why, and most importantly, how did he get one?? Did it hurt? Did it do weird things to your butt?

"What, people don't travel like that where you come from?" Wei Wuxian asked, He spun his flute in his fingers, pretending like he didn't really want to know the answer.

Oh, man, Troy was apparenly way behind on this whole teleport thing, and he was starting to feel a little ticked off that no one told him about it before.

"I mean," he scoffed a little, ignoring that it was definitely way too warm and uncomfortable in this room right now for his letter jacket, yeah, of...course they do, they just...do it...in...visibly, so, that's...why I was...so suprrised, you know, because you were so...visible..."

Yeah, even Troy had given up on that about halfway through it, and he thought about admitting as much and just asking the guy how he did it, but there were cute girls in the room, so it was clearly not the time or place.

Wei Wuxian was starting to suspect this guy didn't know what he was talking about. "Of course, if you want to waste the spiritual energy anyone can travel invisibly," he improvised. "I suppose your sect must be very powerful. Perhaps I can learn from you."

Now where in the world would he have gotten that idea?

"Oh," Troy assured him, leaning back in his chair now that the initial shock and the subsequent embarrassment had subsided enough for him to do so with some modicum of dignity and confidence restored, with a casual glance around to see if anyone might happen to hear this next part, "it's true. My sex is very powerful. And no offense," he laughed as he held out a hand, "but I don't you're my type."

He was probably one of the prettiest dudes Troy had ever seen before, though, so, mad respect.

Rude. He was everyone's type. "Oh, that's too bad. I'm very knowledgeable about dual cultivation." Reading was knowledge, and he'd read quite a few of Nie Huaisang's "pretty lady" (and gentleman) books on the subject.

Wei Wuxian sensed it would be easy to trick this boy into something, but easy wasn't very fun and the guy seemed nice. He wasn't sure what the boy was doing with his hand, but it seemed like a greeting, so Wei Wuxian put his hands together in front of him, right hand still holding his flute. "Wei Ying, courtesy name Wuxian," he said, then added, "You can call me Wei Wuxian."

Troy didn't know what Wei Wuxian was doing with his hands now, but it seemed formal and important, and so he tried to mimic as best he could, even without a flute, as he responded cautiously in kind. "Troy Barnes," he said, and he didn't know what a courtesy name was so he hoped he could skip that part. "You can call me T-Bone."

He thought about Butt Soup because it was funnier, but this dude was really fancy, so T-Bone felt a better choice.

"T-Bone, do you know anything about this school?" he asked. "All I know is that it's 'non-traditional'."

"I know that there's no parents," which for a point he was selling a lot was something he was going to find out wasn't so great after pretty much the first night, "that it's on an island, and that there's no football." Which was more than what Wei Wuxian had apparently known, so that was a little new and novel, knowing more about something than someone. "But that's about it."

Wei Wuxian didn't have parents, or parental figures, anymore, so he was just not going to dwell on that one. "What's football?" he asked instead.

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