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[indent][indent]Søren wasn’t paying attention to the principal as he spoke. His mind was elsewhere, on better things than what Prism was droning on about. For Søren Thorson and Charlotte Danvers-Thordottir, after all, this whole ‘school’ thing was nothing more than a formality. It was a little bit different for Christopher Quill, but he would probably ride their coattails — as he had for the past few years. When Prism finally got to the interesting part, Søren perked up just long enough to hear the different teachers of the classes, and receive the instruction to look under his chair for his keycard.

Quickly, he reached down and retrieved his, then looked down at the lettering… When he saw what it was, he quickly looked up at his sister and their friend, [color=#7df9ff][b]“show me yours. There must be some mistake… I’m in Ant-Man’s class.”[/b] [/color]Søren said in complete and utter disbelief.

[color=#23c636][b]“Ohhhhh, man. I’m, uh, not in Ant-Man’s class.”[/b] [/color]Chris said, looking down at his card. Hadn’t they gotten his letters about how they shouldn’t split him from the Thor siblings? He’d sent like, twelve. [color=#23c636][b]“I’m in Kitty Pryde’s.”[/b][/color]

When it came to attending a school meant to guide and educate the next generation of superheroes, Charlotte had to balk at the idea of attending; she balked when her parents informed her of their ultimatum and she balked once she arrived and laid eyes on the ones who would be her supposed ‘heroes in training’. She was familiar with some but at a glance throughout the lecture none of them stood out as particularly...on her level. When it came to heroics, she figured she - along with her brother and their idiot friend - had something of a leg up on the competition. Which was precisely why Charlotte spent the majority of the principal’s boring speech stifling a yawn and entertaining herself by arcing little sparks of photon between her index fingers. 

Sandwiched inbetween Søren, her brother, and Chris, their idiot friend, Charlotte hadn’t stirred until the familia rustling of the end of a speech woke her from her finger-sparking revelry. Only an idiot would ask questions - that would be admitting she hadn’t been paying attention - so Charlotte simple observed what her brother did and followed suite, reaching under her chair. [b][color=#ff0532]“Do you think Rhodey will go easy on me? Or can he not afford to play favorites?” [/color][/b]Charlotte, it seemed, believed she was a shoo-in for War Machine’s class. 

And then she looked at her keycard. 

[b][color=#ff0532]“Who in the hells is Scott Lang? Did dad ever mention him?” [/color][/b]She looked to Søren for support and then turned to Chris, putting a hand on his shoulder with slightly more pressure than a simple friendly tap. [b][color=#ff0532]“I think you read that wrong. You are with Scott Lang, right?” [/color][/b]

Chris looked between the two Thor siblings, and wondered when they started looking so intimidating. Did they always look like that? Maybe it was the force of Charlotte’s hand on his shoulder, maybe it was the was Søren had casually looped Mjölnir’s handle over his wrist — if he thought Chris wouldn’t notice, then he had been dead wrong. Of course, what the twins — no, wait, despite appearances and personality; they [i]weren’t[/i] twins — lacked in subtlety they made up for in power… which only made this worse. Geeze, was this how they made other people feel usually?

[b][color=#23c636]“Uh, no, I’m in Kitty Pryde’s class. Shadowcat, y’know?” [/color][/b]Chris gave a hopeful smile as Søren shook his head, and Chris realized that he was suddenly in trouble. [b][color=#23c636]“I didn’t pick the classes, you know that right?”
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[b][color=#7df9ff]“How dare you betray us. We’re supposed to be a team!” [/color][/b]Søren protested, pointing an accusatory finger over Charlotte and at Chris. That little bastard got the [i]good[/i] class. That didn’t make any sense! [b][color=#7df9ff]“How come you get a good class? And yes, father has spoke about the Ant-Man, Scott Lang. He’s useless, he used to be a criminal! What can he possibly teach us?”[/color][/b]

Meekly, Chris offered. [b][color=#23c636]“How to be a more understanding friend?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff0532]“Understanding?” [/color][/b]Charlotte tightened the grip on Chris’ shoulder, now pushing part of her weight down on him while doing her best not to scowl at her supposed friend. [b][color=#ff0532]“I am plenty understanding. I understand that we are supposed to be a team. I understand that friends are supposed to stick together. I understand that you are going to demand we be transferred to your class, or the three of us transferred to my godfather’s class. And I understand that if you wish to remove part of the package from the package deal then you will have to find yourself two new Asgardians to befriend.” [/color][/b]

Though she didn’t increase her strength or turn her photons on as she spoke, her voice grew more and more intimidating and by the end of it she was standing up and leering down at Chris. [b][color=#ff0532]“You’re the plan guy, right? Make a plan.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#23c636]“Got it. I’ll make a plan.” [/color][/b]Chris didn’t know how he got in this position, but somehow, someway, he was always the one they blamed when things went wrong, and when they went right? That was their fault. Even if he came up with the plan! Oh well, the life of a Captain wasn’t one that was [i]enviable,[/i] after all. [b][color=#23c636]“Right. I got it. We can rendezvous tomorrow, we’ll probably have class or something together, right?”[/color][/b]

With Mjölnir wrapped around his wrist, Søren had already stood up. [b][color=#7df9ff]“Hurry up. Run along now.” [/color][/b]He said, gesturing with his hammer toward the door. Chris sighed and looked between the two Asgardians between him. Søren waited for him to say something, casually spinning the hammer in his hand, and Chris threw his hands up into the air.

[b][color=#23c636]“I SENT LETTERS!”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#7df9ff]“Well, obviously, someone didn’t get them. Tut tut.” [/color][/b]Søren tapped the hammer against the opposite shoulder that Charlotte was grabbing, and then Chris stood up, and had nothing left to say as he walked away from the pair. Søren hung Mjölnir in its holster, and looked at Charlotte. [b][color=#7df9ff]“What’s his problem?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff0532]“I have no idea.” [/color][/b]Charlotte gently cracked her knuckles as if restraining Chris had been the easiest thing in the world; she was showing off for an audience of one, rubbing salt in the wounds of someone who had fled the scene in a huff. [b][color=#ff0532]“Knowing him, he forgot to mail the letters. I can talk to Rhodey, he has to accept a transfer. I’m family. Kind of.” [/color][/b]Charlotte and James ‘War Machine’ Rhodes had a unique relationship, the short version was that he was her godfather. Charlotte had never asked for a favor but if ever there was a time to call one in, it was now. 

[b][color=#ff0532]“This is insulting, though. Your dad, my parents...they’re [i]Avengers[/i]. They can’t treat us like this! Tony Stark changed my diapers!” [/color][/b]That was something she probably could’ve kept to herself, but the frustration was making her say strange, strange things. [b][color=#ff0532]“Is it too late to drop out?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#7df9ff]“Pretty sure your mother is in the A-Force.” [/color][/b]Was Søren’s quickest reply, as he began to walk away from the auditorium. He would wait for Chris to sort this out, he always did. [b][color=#7df9ff]“And we can’t drop out, no matter how much we want to. If we do, Father said he’d lock us in the dungeon for at least a year. I don’t understand why; the incident was hardly [i]our[/i] fault. That was Chris.” [/color][/b]Søren and Charlotte were here as a punishment, nothing more. Looking over his shoulder as he walked away, Søren gestured for Charlotte to come along.

[b][color=#7df9ff]“Come on sister, I heard there is a ‘Hulk stan’ among the students. I’m very interested in meeting this person. I don’t know what a ‘stan,’ but I certainly know what a hulk is. Our confrontation shall be legendary.” [/color][/b]Søren was at least trying to stick to a good attitude; there were certainly [i]good[/i] things that could come out of this venture. Søren could at least flex his muscles a bit, if there was an actual Hulk roaming the building. Casually, he lifted Mjölnir off of his holster, and swung it in a slow, arcing uppercut. [b][color=#7df9ff]“Plus, I saw a cute girl or seven in the gathering.” [/color][/b]Søren was sold on the idea of the school, just not the ‘education’ part.

[b][color=#ff0532]“Only seven? Your eyesight is slipping, brother.” [/color][/b]Charlotte had seen at least ten, but she didn’t feel the need to surface that information lest the cute girl - and boy - population of the school flock to one of the siblings rather than an even spread between both. [b][color=#ff0532]“It’s the first day, I don’t think any confrontation will happen other than who gets what bunk.” [/color][/b]Charlotte had little other option but to tag along with her brother, she had nothing more pressing to do and part of being a package deal at least meant walking the halls as if they owned them. Which, of course, they intended to in due time. 

[b][color=#ff0532]“On the subject of girls, promise me two things: your little Stark remains out of your system and if either of us has eyes on one, we stay out of each other’s way. I don’t need you flaunting your little hammer when I’m on the job.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#7df9ff]“Don’t be jealous of the hammer. It’s perfectly natural to not be worthy, there’s nothing wrong with you.” [/color][/b]Søren casually replied as they headed through the halls. When she mentioned the Stark, he sighed and rolled his eyes, [b][color=#7df9ff]“are you still on about the Stark? I told you already, once was enough. She was okay, but a little [i]new[/i], and I wasn’t put here to teach. I like midgard girls [i]because[/i] they already know what to do. Asgardians are a little… eh.” [/color][/b]Søren shrugged his shoulders, looking forward. [b][color=#7df9ff]“I make no promises. We might have similar interests, and then everything’s on the table…”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff0532]“Still on about it? Unlike you, I might have to go to Tony’s mansion for a holiday and that’s an awkward time enough as it is. You do not want to see Tony Stark in a Christmas sweater. Or my mother singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.” [/color][/b]Charlotte shuddered visibly at the sheer horror of last Christmas, when there was a bit more nog than egg in the eggnog, More to her point, though, her brother didn’t exactly seem to care about the consequences of his actions or conquests and normally Charlotte didn’t mind - but when Søren rocked the bed a little too close to home...well, that had a tendency of riling up Charlotte. [b][color=#ff0532]“Brother, the only interest you have is a good fight and a better lay, and I doubt you’ll find either here.” [/color][/b]With any fortune, they wouldn’t run into any issues of that nature, both of them, or at least Charlotte, had had enough of that particular drama. 

[b][color=#ff0532]“Speaking of, your little Hulk quest seems to be failing.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#7df9ff]“Just come home with me for the holidays. We’ll talk, we’ll drink, we’ll laugh, we’ll fight. We’ll make our ancestors proud. It’ll be a grand time, compared to any [i]mortal[/i] holiday parties. Bring your mother.” [/color][/b]Søren suggested, as they rounded the corner towards their dorm. When she mentioned a failing quest, Søren scoffed. He hadn’t even had a chance to start the quest, not really. They had to meet their dorm partners, and Søren had to try and secure the top bunk. Hopefully, they’d be big enough for him, but he had a feeling they wouldn’t be… [b][color=#7df9ff]“What are you on about, how is my quest ‘failing,’ sister? I haven’t even tried to find the Hulk stan yet. I feel it can’t be very hard. I’ll just… hit people until one of them turns green.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff0532]“You can’t just hit people here, there are rules against it.” [/color][/b]Why was it that Charlotte had to constantly be the voice of reason in their little duo, it made her sound like she was opposed to fun when really she just knew that anything Søren did reflected equally as poorly on her. THat was the one downside of being a package deal. The punishments also came in twos. [b][color=#ff0532]“The last time I was in Asgard for the holidays one of the Warriors Three thought they could outdrink me. He still owes me fifty.” [/color][/b]Søren was right about one thing, though, a party on their shared home of Asgard on its worst day was still likely far better than a party thrown by a Midgardian. [b][color=#ff0532]“My money is on the Hulk stan, by the way. Even father struggled against Banner, the way I hear it.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#7df9ff]“Only at first, he won once he got his powerup.” [/color][/b]Søren said in protest, as they walked up to the door. He couldn’t believe that his own sister, his flesh and blood… bet against him that blatantly. [b][color=#7df9ff]“I would totally beat a Hulk. Any Hulk at this school probably isn’t trained in any [i]formal[/i] comb-” [/color][/b]Søren said, opening the door to the common room of Class 1D, and he immediately called it. [b][color=#7df9ff]“Dibs.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff0532]“Dibs.” [/color][/b]Charlotte was almost as fast as Søren, she was distracted by the fact that she was scoffing at her brother’s fierce belief that their father bested a raging green monster. Even still, she called it damn near in unison with her brother. [b][color=#ff0532]“I called it first.”[/color][/b][/indent][/indent]