[center][h2]Richard J. Bateman[/h2][/center]

Upon noticing him, Bee gave Richard a funny face, obviously upset with his “disappearance”. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
“Bee, I didn’t disappear. I lost you in the crowd. Maybe you shouldn’t be so freakishly short, and I wouldn’t lose you. Rather, I’m impressed you lost me. I’m 6’2” with red hair, I’m a human lighthouse.” he remarked dryly. He was cut off from any further sarcasm, however, as Beatrice shifted her massive cargo and almost took a spill.

Richard quickly moved to help steady the trunk as his tiny friend almost fell flat on her face from the weight. He adjusted his suitcase in his hand and grabbed the other handle of the trunk, lifting it with a lot of effort.
“Holy crap, Bee! What the hell is in here, rocks?! Did your parents pack you a fricking boulder for school?! What even is this?!” He grunted, struggling to lift his end. He might have muscles, but he was nowhere near buff enough to carry stuff like Beatrice could.

He could feel his hands already starting to sweat, trying to balance both handfuls of suitcase as best he could. He huffed at Beatrice’s laughter, hair falling in his face.
“Yeah, no shit, Shylocke. Let’s just hurry up. If my arms get tired, I’m leaving you in the dust. I’m not gonna be late to disappointing my mage because you bit off more than you can chew. Again.” he snapped, knowing full well he wouldn’t leave her. Beatrice was annoying, rash, and taunted him about getting more love letters from girls than he did every Vali’s Blot, but she was still his best friend. His only friend, actually. Only one he knew.
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[center][h2]Felicity Goldberg[/h2][/center]
[color=ed1c24]“Hello there, blondie, mind if I ask you who ya waiting for? Maybe I can help you in lookin' for him, or at least drawing their attention. I hate to brag but . . ."[/color] Felicity looked up at the boy who had suddenly approached her, tall, dark, and fearsome looking with a stitch-like tattoo around his neck. 
[color=ed1c24]“I’m the sort that’s quite hard to miss in a crowd, wouldn’t you agree?”[/color]

Felicity stared up at him for a second, processing what he had just said in her mind. Then it clicked, and she broke out into a wide smile.
“Oh! Oh my, you’re tall! Oh, sorry, I mean yes, you can! I’m looking for someone, a boy. He’s taller then me, but not as tall as you, oh no, and he has short blonde hair and blue eyes, like mine! His name is Monty, he’s my-“ she quickly bubbled with a bright expression, before another voice cut her off.

It was some other girl, calling something she couldn’t quite understand, but Felicity think she called the boy in front of her bile. Bile? Well that was rather rude. Did she know this boy? If not, it was very mean to judge him by how he looked. Certainly he looked rather frightening at first glance, but he was offering to help her, and now that she got a better look, his clothes were rather well made. A little overdressed for a warm day like today, Felicity was only wearing a pink sundress and sandals, coupled with her accessories. But nonetheless, rather stylish in it’s own way! 

She then felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up at the person touching her. Oh! It was Monty! And he… Did not look very happy. She didn’t understand why, or why he was giving this nice boy such a hard glare. It wasn’t like he was hitting on her, he was just offering to help.
“Monty! There you are! I’m fine, this guy here was just offering to help me look for you! Why did you take so long, we’re going to be late at this rate!” she scolded him, brushing his hand off her shoulder and turning back to the boy.

“I’m Felicity, this is my twin, Monty! We’re second years at the academy. What’s your name? And would you mind if I asked where you got that vest? Is that from the Girabella ’12 mens fall fashion line-up? I saw it in Vague magazine, in one of their yearly throwback pieces. I love the color! And it goes so fetchingly with your shoes!” She complimented him, her mouth running ahead of her. No sooner had she spoken than two other people showed up, both speaking to the girl who had called the nice boy “Bile”. They seemed to be ignoring them for the most part, and, glancing back at the clock, she realized that they really would be running late if they stayed too long. 
“Monty, we really have to hurry! I want to meet my familiar soon!” she whined, picking up her suitcase. 

She returned her attention once more to the stranger, flashing him a smile. 
“Do you wanna walk with us? It’s more fun to go together!” She offered, giving a token of friendship.

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