[center][h2][color=0ea3a5]Eva Moore[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Eva noted, [color=0ea3a5]"Kid on fire is Danni. That'll be easy to remember."[/color] She smiled. Then frowned. [color=0ea3a5]"Who is Andy?"[/color] The name was in the list of names that Max was holding up, and much more prominently in the metal that Magneto had manipulated. Old fears rose within Eva for a moment, but he was with Max, and Max was one of the 'Family Friends'. She watched the fight as lightning and fire flashed brightly. The children moving in a dance of battle. Eva was thankful she had never had to fight. One of the children could move stone and earth, and she knew how terrifying a power that could be. 

[center][h2][color=004d00]Matt Moss[/color][/h2][/center][hr] 

[color=004d00]"How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while."[/color] Matt, now that he was sitting next to Novi, spoke quieter. [color=004d00]"I didn't know you had a child at Margaret Carter. I'll be sending my nephew there with the new semester."[/color] There were some assumptions in that statement. 


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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] The Stands
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[color=D8BFD8]"Rumor was they lost basically two full teams during disqualifications. Everyone who was left from the three teams got grouped."[/color] Connie told Frankie. [color=D8BFD8]"They've made it this far. Perhaps the fights they've experienced so far will have tempered them somewhat. I am still cheering for the Hex Girls."[/color] 

Connie might not [i]like[/i] everyone on the Hex Girls team, especially since getting into the Contest had been something she wanted to do, but failed to accomplish. Part of her hoped they'd get hurt and be sorry not to have a healer. The rest of her had too much school pride to let that be how she presented herself. [color=D8BFD8]"Did you put a bet down?"[/color] She asked him, a bit concerned. Connie didn't care for gambling.   


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[color=cde0e1]Location:[/color] The Stands
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Ben wiggled, trying to get out from under the strange kid's arm, and was thankfully released. [color=cde0e1]"Who are you?"[/color] He asked, annoyed. He considered the popcorn and shrugged, taking a handful. [color=cde0e1]"I'm not rooting for any team. I'm only here because my Uncle made me."[/color] That wasn't the whole story, but Ben didn't care. He didn't want to tell the whole story. Especially not to someone he knew nothing about. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept an eye on the other kids who were sitting near him. It seemed to be a mixed group, some from Margaret Carter, and some from another school. He glanced over his shoulder and saw his Uncle chatting with the woman he had called to. The adults there were also being super weird and had signs and literal metal spelling out names. He sank more into his chair, suddenly very thankful he wasn't one of the children on the pitch.