[hr][center][h1][b][i]Scooby Gang[/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][i][color=82ca9d]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Grand Continental[/center][hr]	

	[color=82ca9d]"I do try uncle,"[/color] Peter said as he waited for Sgt. Walsh to get into the car. Glancing over towards Josephine and Haakon as they came over he motioned to the taxi that was behind the main car. [color=82ca9d]"You two should be perfectly comfortable there. I do not wish to crowd Miss Tarek in her current emotional state,"[/color] he said before stepping into the car and seating himself across from Aziza and Harry, waiting on his uncle to join them in the last available comfortable seat in the car. Resting his cane down he glanced out of the window and towards the barracks. He hoped that Vera was alright. 

	Aziza looked over towards Harry with a confused expression on her features. She had already repayed him? But how? She had done nothing in her mind to warrant that but she could only smile slightly as he squeezed her hand. Looking down at their hands hers turned over and she let her fingers lace with his own before resting her head on his shoulder. She felt comfortable around him and knew in time she would talk about what was bothering her but for now she wanted to push the thought aside, it brought panic and worry. 

	Peter caught the sight of the two out of the corner of his eye and smirked a bit, not a harsh one but warm and thoughtful. He had missed such simple exchanges since he had been gone but thinking on it, Vera had never been particularly warm. It wasn't that she was cold by any means but she was as proper as he. What little moments they had stolen were few and far between. Though he wondered just how much he cherished them because they were so rare. [color=82ca9d]"Myself and my uncle will make sure that you two are sharing a room this evening, it looks like you could use the privacy,"[/color] he said, not realizing what he said until the look washed over Aziza's face. Cocking a brow as he watched her blush and bit her bottom lip nervously. [color=82ca9d]"Oh heavens, my mistake. A thousand pardons Miss Tarek, I assumed that you two were together. I do apologize."[/color]


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	Vera shook her head slightly. [color=f7976a]"He asked but I told him that I wouldn't, at least not then. Mind you I thought I would never have such an offer. It just wasn't who I was and most seemed to avoid me. Peter was different and I grew to care for him deeply. Yet it was more of a mutual respect, or so I thought until the proposal,"[/color] Vera explained as she pushed the curls of her bangs from her brow. 

	[color=f7976a]"I didn't exactly refuse either though. I told him if he came back I would consider it seriously and we could start the courtship then. I thought perhaps he was only proposing because of our understanding of each other and the fact he was going to war. Then when I found out he died, I mourned him,"[/color] she added, thinking back to the day the news had come. She had been far more devastated than she thought she could be but in the same breath, it didn't feel like she had lost a great love but a great friend. [color=f7976a]"Now that he has returned, I wonder if that is what he wishes to discuss come morning."[/color]

	At Lauren's mention of her not throwing up she chuckled slightly. [color=f7976a]"My ability to process drinks has never been what one would call stellar,"[/color] she said before sighing and letting out a small burp as she covered her mouth. She really shouldn't have drank. 

	Neema pulled out an old pair of glasses and placed them on the the tip of her nose. Taking Nora's hand she carefully turned it over and took a close look. "This is no simple brand," she said as she looked at it. Slowly as she turned Nora's hand over to look at the front of the branding her eyes widened. "There were more were there not? You are not the only one that has this mark," she said before letting her hand go and pulling the glasses off her face, folding them carefully and taking a seat. 

	She looked confused, and more than that, intrigued. "Such stories I have heard, from my grandmothers grandmother. Tales passed down through the generations but kept within the families. The mark of Bastet is not one to take lightly," she said before looking over towards Nora and locking eyes with her. Leaning forward slowly her jovial side seemed to vanish. "An au unna ni Peta, en Ta: resu meh mehta, meh amenta, meh abta; U-en-kua em kshat-ten.  Nuk eh-b em maat-pv; un mit-a nem."