[color=red][h1]Jonas Highwind and Tara Niklos[/h1][/color]
[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Lots of 'em.
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Eachother, Momma Highwind, an Automobile
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To her credit, Tara's anger was not immediately evident from her driving. Her SUV pulled up in the driveway calmly, her face seeming to be actually a little calm...

[b][I]HONKKKKKKK.[/I][/b]

There went that illusion. Tara practically kicked open her door, hopping out of the car and turning to her brother. "Stuff goes in the back. Don't scratch anything, or I'll scratch you." Hopefully... He wouldn't notice how many marks she'd made.

[b]"You better listen to her, honey. I want you coming home in one piece."[/b] came the entirely unpreturbed chirp from the front lawn, eliciting an exagerrated roll of the eyes from Jonas as he easily tetris'd his luggage into the back of the SUV, wryly grinning at the amount of scratched already there, but smart enough to not mention them.

[color=ed1c24]"Not gonna stand up for me, Mom?"[/color]

[b]"I'm already on my feet [i]this early[/i], what more do you want?"[/b] she snarked.

He spread his arms. [color=ed1c24]"Hug?"[/color]

[b]"Have a good year, sweetie,"[/b] she said, obliging him with a tight embrace. [b]"Keep in touch, okay?"[/b]

[color=ed1c24]"'Course."[/color]

[b]"And Tara, dear?"[/b] she called to her son's half-sister. [b]"Look after him for me."[/b]

[color=ed1c24]"It ain't my first year any more, mom."[/color]

[b]"I mean it, don't let [i]this troublemaker[/i] raise hell over there."[/b] she continued jokingly, shooting him a mischievous smirk.

Moms.

"Don't worry. If he gets in trouble it'll be with me, not with any snob of an instructor at the academy." She smirked, the spark of the devil in her smiling eyes. She'd watch out for Jonah, alright- nobody else was going to get to beat him before she did. A pause.

"Jonas! We have to go."

[color=ed1c24]"Right. By Mom, love ya!"[/color] Jonas waved, turning back towards the car, pulling the passenger side door open.

[b]"You kids drive safe!"[/b] she called one last time, as the door closed behind the big guy and he strapped himself in. She always did stick around to see them drive off, huh? Even despite the fact that he knew that she wanted nothing more to do than sleep.

Throwing her a salute through the windshield, he addressed Tara as she got into the driver's seat. [color=ed1c24]"Thanks again, sis."[/color]

Tara didn't respond. She just grumbled and threw the car into gear, setting off down the road and toward the academy.


[color=ed1c24]"Look, I'll pay for lunch on the way."[/color] he offered as they backed out of the driveway.

"...Fine."

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[b]Assembly[/b]
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[color=ed1c24]"Are these ever gonna be something besides a cure for insomnia?"[/color] one asked.
[color=ed1c24]"No."[/color] came the curt response of the other.

Both found themselves zoning out with the rest of the student body.

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[b]Party[/b]
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Jonas scanned the place for familiar faces. He'd seen Zaheen and Dal somewhere in the crowd during the assembly, but never managed to get over to them. Dallas texted him about this earlier, so he figured he'd have to be here somehow, but...

[b]To: THE GREAT ZAHEEN[/b]

[color=ed1c24]You at the party? Was gonna catch up with you and Dale here[/color]

[b]To: THE GREAT ZAHEEN[/b]
[color=ed1c24]Dal*

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