Erica wasn’t alone in her desire to catch up. The two had gone over half a decade without so much of a glimpse of each other, and it was hardly any day Dawn encountered someone from her childhood so suddenly. Nevertheless, orientation marched on, and she turned her attention from her fellow Trickster to listen in on what their professor had to say. The rules seemed fairly standard for most school systems- no sex, no drugs, no harassment- although the comment regarding weaponry caught Dawn’s attention specifically. The Memoli patriarch had pushed her into bringing a handgun to go along with her school luggage, “just in case”. Given the...nature of their family, it hadn’t been too surprising of a request, but it was very relieving to know that she wouldn’t be having to hold onto the thing illegally. She made a mental note to head up to check in before grabbing her keys, and, as the room resumed its earlier brightness, Dawn turned back to Erica with a smile. 
 
“We really should.” She returned the kisses with her own, then gave a little wave. “I’ll, uh, catch you later, then. Good luck getting settled and, um, everything.” She doubted Erica would have much of a problem establishing herself at Marchand. The girl had always had a knack for people, after all. She’d do fine. Watching her off for a moment, Dawn glanced up at the board, scanning through until she caught sight of her name and room number.
 
She’d be rooming with one Dinah Fox. Dawn supposed that she should have been somewhat alarmed or bothered, but given the fact that her own family was nearly synonymous for “major crime lords”, it wasn’t really in her place to judge. Rolling her shoulders, Dawn grabbed her keys, and had just stepped in line for the luggage count when another, thickly accented voice piped up from behind her. Turning, Dawn immediately caught sight of a figure looping around her on what looked to be an ice surfboard. She got a better look at both board and rider as they halted in front of her, and she quickly perked up.
 
“Oh, Malik! It’s good to see you. You’re, um, going here, too?” It was a bit of a stupid question, in hindsight. After all, she doubted that he’d be hanging about inside a school for the atmosphere. But it came out nonetheless. Dawn’s nose wrinkled slightly as Malik brought up the idea of romance, and she returned his jab with one of her own.
 
“You, uh, might want to hold off on any ideas, there. Erica’s family.” She couldn’t blame him for not catching the link right off the bat. They were hardly twins, but the blood was there, nonetheless. 
 
“But, um, anyway. How are you? It’s, uh, it’s been a while.” 

[@Dodi do 900][@Mr Allen J]