[center][h2][color=0ea3a5]Eva Moore[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Eva was smiling. She squeezed her wife's hand and tried to hide the smile from her. She was watching the action in the field, but that hadn't made what had just happened any less funny. 

[color=0ea3a5]"Now, which kid is which?"[/color] She knew [i]of[/i] the kids via some stories, but she had no idea who was who. Let alone other than Danni and Dorian, how they were connected to the family.


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Connie rolled her eyes as Barty forcibly moved a couple of students. He was talking with someone Connie didn't recognize, as if he knew them. She squinted, trying to figure out how Barty knew the girl. She certainly didn't go to Strange Academy. 

[color=D8BFD8]"Frankie, sit here."[/color] Connie gestured to a free seat near her. She liked the techie, and he was one of the few that was still at Strange Academy (that wasn't a professor) who remembered Connie from her first year. He was her longest friend. 


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[color=cde0e1]Location:[/color] The Stands
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Ben was not thrilled with being here. He wasn't thrilled with being in the States. However, adoption had brought him to the other side of the world. 

[color=004d00]"Look, there are some other kids your age. Go sit with them, make some friends. I see someone I recognize."[/color] Ben's adoptive father, and blood uncle, Matt Moss, urged him. Then waved at a woman in colored glasses. [color=004d00]"Novikova."[/color] Matt's voice was loud enough to carry. Ben winced and moved away. Of course, there were people he knew here. It wasn't as easy as just sitting with strangers to make friends. Ben joined the row of students. He had no idea who any of them were. They might be students at Margaret Carter Institute, or some other school that he had never heard of or cared about. There were no Braddock Academy students. 

He sat with arms crossed, sunk into the seat. He didn't know who was who or anything. Cheering for a bunch of strangers, even if he would be attending their school in the following month, didn't sound like a good time. The only reason he was here was that Matt had decided he should see what the school taught, hoping it would make Ben less annoyed when he was sent to Margaret Carter Institute, which was closer to his adoptive mom's workplace.