Malia Tate (
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fandomhigh2021-05-07 12:19 pm
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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning
Malia had never been out of California before. Or Beacon County, for that matter. She'd barely been out of Beacon Hills proper, and that was mostly as a coyote hunting for food.
So this was new and exciting! Or, you know, new at least. She was going to school. One that didn't, as far as she could tell, require her to learn math. So right there it had one up over BHHS. It also didn't have Scott or Stiles, which was not a point in its favor, but in the end, she'd decided that not having to struggle through eleventh grade math beat out getting to have the few people she knew around, especially when Scott agreed he could try to teach her control over the internet.
So here she was. Her ears still felt stuffed full of cotton from the plane, and the whole airport smelled like cleaning fluid and anxiety, and she was managing to claw tiny holes in the upholstery with claws that didn't want to stay hidden away like they were supposed to, but hey. At least she was having an adventure?
[IT'S NEWBIE SHUTTLE TIME! Up early-ish because work has been dumb this week and I might be slow.]
So this was new and exciting! Or, you know, new at least. She was going to school. One that didn't, as far as she could tell, require her to learn math. So right there it had one up over BHHS. It also didn't have Scott or Stiles, which was not a point in its favor, but in the end, she'd decided that not having to struggle through eleventh grade math beat out getting to have the few people she knew around, especially when Scott agreed he could try to teach her control over the internet.
So here she was. Her ears still felt stuffed full of cotton from the plane, and the whole airport smelled like cleaning fluid and anxiety, and she was managing to claw tiny holes in the upholstery with claws that didn't want to stay hidden away like they were supposed to, but hey. At least she was having an adventure?
[IT'S NEWBIE SHUTTLE TIME! Up early-ish because work has been dumb this week and I might be slow.]

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They were not.
Luckily, they were very helpful at the first aid station with patching up her wounds, so it was with a bandaged hand and one across her cheek where she'd been scratched that Sakaki made her way over to where the shuttle was going to take them all to their new school, clutching a map and brochure and double checking both before feeling certain she'd arrived at the right place.
And even though there weren't many people there, Sakaki felt seized by a strong anxiety about the whole thing, causing her to stalk off for a seat that felt out of the way of everyone else, clutching her English language guide tightly and rehearsing some of the more basic phrases in her head to distract herself.
Or just making herself more nervous.
That. It was definitely that second one.
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"You smell like cat," she observed. "And fear."
Oh. Maybe that was one of those things that humans weren't supposed to say to each other?
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"There were cats," she finally explained, looking up again and for eyes drifted toward the direction she'd come from, "outside."
So that explained half of it, at least.
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Could actually stand to be much more afraid of them.
But she couldn't just explain that she actually loved cats, that cats were her everything! She felt she couldn't really explain the fear part very well, either, but at least that might be a little more universal.
"I'm just nervous, I guess."
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She tilted her head a little and offered this new girl a tiny curl of one side of her lips. "I'm Malia."
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He was good at dodging weird looks by now, though, and got to the lounge, and took a seat and got settled.
And then thought to ask, "Is this for Fandom High?"
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Because, you know, maybe he hadn't noticed.
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She probably wasn't supposed to say that.
She tilted her head a little, giving Harry an appraising look. "They're hard to catch, too. How'd you get it?"
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She would have never expected owls!
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He was here too.
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Instantly embarrassed by her reaction, Sakaki wanted to just curl up somewhere and die perhaps, but instead, she managed a staggered, "He--hello" and a nod that seems like it was trying to be more polite than it managed to be.
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So this was already a LOT.
She was lugging her backpack and the world's heaviest hard-sided suitcase and finally just stopped, panting. "Please tell me this is the right spot," she said, words tumbling over themselves, "because I'm absolutely knackered in I have to move one more step, I'm going to burst right into tears."
Hopefully someone could hear through all of the Irish accent there and help her.
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Malia would manage it like she was picking up a teddy bear.
"It's the right spot," she said, mostly to avoid tears. "If you're going to Fandom High, anyway."
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She shifted the heavy bag to her other hand (still holding it up like it was stuffed with feathers) and shook Clare's.
"Malia. My friends back home are . . . probably fighting something evil that wants to eat them."
And thus maybe a little jealous, as well.
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She'd spent a lot of time only half paying attention in Mass.
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Oooh.
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"If it's not this is probably going to go badly for me," he realized.
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