[center][h2]Monty[/h2][/center]

So Regis's parents weren't home often because of work then? They must be very busy then, if they couldn't come home to their child. Monty's own parents were always home in the evenings, save for a few rare occasions were they had a conference or simply had to stay late, and in that case they always called ahead and sometimes even left a sitter. It was hard to relate to his partners situation, it seemed like such an alien concept to him. But it would be very impolite to go nosing into others buisness, so Monty let the subject drop, focusing on the change of conversation instead.

Just as Regis was seemingly reassuring Monty about the Monster Hunting subject, a knock on one of the doors leading into their room interrupted him. Monty watched curiously from his position next to his bed as Regis stormed to the door, seemingly quite annoyed at being interrupted a second time. The boy was complaining about this fact but abruptly cut himself off, apparently recognizing the person at the door if Monty could wager a guess. Monty peered curiously over Regis's shoulder, wondering who it could be, and how his partner knew them.

At the door was a middle aged woman with a very large amount of luggage. Monty felt his eyebrows shoot up, confusion clear on his face. Was that all Regis's things? Why on earth did he bring so much? What could one even need, when almost everything was provided. Maybe the other boy had some very important possessions he couldn't bear to part with? Whatever the reason, Monty wasn't to judge. It was none of his business anyway he told himself, attempting to quell his curiosity and outright incredulity by folding and putting away his clothes.

Although apparently it had something to do with rocks according to the woman, which garnered his attention once again. The mention of rocks seemed to bother Regis judging by the look the boy threw Monty's way and his stammered remark about it being figurative. Monty simply smiled calmly at the other boy, amused and rather confused. Was Regis embarrassed about rocks? But why? He continued pondering this as his partner escorted the woman and himself outside. After finding no reasonable answers to his questions, he gave up and resolved to ask Regis later. 

It was hard to eavesdrop on the barely muffled conversation going on through the wall, but he managed to ignore most of it by organizing the rest of his luggage. Eventually his mind wandered, and he thought back on the events of the day, a content smile making itself at home on his face. So far, everything had gone rather smoothly, ignoring a few bumps. He had a seemingly rather nice, if not a little strange partner, and he looked forward to the rest of the year. His thought drifted back to Felicity, wondering once again how she was doing, and to Nancy. He hadn't seen who her partner was, but he hoped they got along. Nancy looked rather intimidating, and at first glance people often assumed the worst, but she was a genuinely sweet young woman. Monty was glad to have her in his life.

Monty startled slightly as Regis came back into the room, carrying his luggage with him. Quickly pushing himself off of the bed, Monty walked over to his partner, slightly concerned for the other boys safety. The boy really did have a large amount of boxes, and the thought of how heavy it must be made Monty cringe. The expression was quickly replaced with another bout of confusion at the mention of maids and then the reference to his luggage, before realization and a bit of amusement washed over him as he put together what Regis was talking about.

"Uh no actually, I can't say I do. We never really had maids at home. I mean, we have a cleaning lady who comes in every once in a while, but other than that we do most of the work around the house. We all clean, mom usually cooks, sometimes dad. We live in a penthouse so there's also building staff, but we don't really have a need of our own personal staff." He rubbed the back of his neck in thought, before nodding decisively. That was it, they never had need for more than just that. 

"And as for my bags, this is all. I only brought what I needed, since we get most of the rest already. So just some essentials, clothes, some personal things." He cocked his head in thought, mentally going through all that he had brought. It wasn't much, but almost everyone else had about the same amount with a few exceptions, such as that boy Felicity was partnered with, and now his own partner. He glanced over to Regis and his boxes, curious despite himself. "What about you? Not to be rude, you just have a lot with you. Do you, uh, need some help carrying or unpacking? They look... heavy."

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[center][h2]Beatrice[/h2][/center]

Beatrice huffed in amusement at her soon to be partners statement, grinning up at Jeanette. She seemed like a rather nice girl, and Beatrice again felt a spark of anger at the rudeness earlier displayed. But that was in the past now, and at least it mean that whatever impression she left on Jeanette definitely wouldn't be as bad as that. As the other girls had laid on top of hers, Beatrice clasped it in her own atop the podium, and the druids began to work. She felt the slight trembling and squeezed lightly, wanting to comfort Jeanette but not wanting to embarrass her by pointing it out. The druids completed the ritual normally, and Beatrice shivered slightly at the tingle the mark caused as it formed on her hand. She withdrew her hand from Jeanette's, and grinned down at it. This was it, she was bonded!

She happily walked off stage, almost skipping, and looked over her shoulder at her new partner as she bent down and grabbed the handle to her bag.
"Well then, what's say we be off, out of these lovely peoples hair?" She gave a cheeky grin of her own, before focusing on her bag. With strength very out of place for someone of her size, she hefted it up with only slight difficulty.

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