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Nov 28, 2021 12:14 AM
Argents come to town
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She shifts back and washes the blood from her skin from a nearby stream. Doesn't want her parents to worry. They don't need to know about this. Ignorance is bliss. Hopefully.

It doesn't take her long to catch up with her dad and sister. Ready to head back to their new home. The first day of school is tomorrow. Gotta make a good impression.

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They spent the morning going through the usual post-hunt assessment. When Victoria finally decides she's satisfied, their dad drops them off.

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They're a bit late for homeroom, so they'll have to make it to their first class instead.

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"You know where we're going?"

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"Not really. We should go to the office. Usually someone gives us our schedule, even if we start late."

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When they do, the vice principal eagerly leads the sisters to their first class. They've been placed in mostly the same classes, naturally, so they can look forward to having at least one friend. Allison keeps him occupied with idle chit-chat. He asks them entry-level questions about their background on the way there; Allison fields them.

"So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?"

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"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual for the Argents."

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They arrive, interrupting the class. The teacher turns to them, and the vice principal walks in.

"Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while. Class, these are our new students, Allison and Regan Argent. Please do your best to make them feel welcome."

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Regan stands and waves politely. The picture of innocence. Look at her. Very Innocent. Not a bloodthirsty alpha werewolf and hunter at all.

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 "Thanks," she demurs, and takes a seat.

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She looks for a seat somewhere not next to her sister. Not that she has anything against Allison, they usually try to take somewhat of an individual approach to this whole school thing. At least for a little while.

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The teacher notices the problem before anyone else does.

"Could some of you help Regan grab a desk from the next room? Mr. Boyd?"

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Mr. Boyd, thus volunteered, rises to the occasion. He gives Regan a brief glance.

"Do you think you can help carry a desk, or should I ask someone else?"

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"I think I can handle a desk. Unless you think I'm somehow unfit for such a daunting task?"

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"It's a two-person lifting job, and girls usually avoid those."

The desk is easy enough to lift. If she wanted to show off, she could probably carry it herself.

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She doesn't especially find herself wanting to show off, at least not for this occasion.

"We have many hidden depths, us girls."

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"I'll make a note of that."

They carry the desk into the classroom, where the teacher has already begun asking bored and reluctant students to analyze The Metamorphosis.

Regan can decide where to put the desk.

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She has a number of options, but the student looking at her with undisguised interest might be a good choice.

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She could also sit next to any number of other students, including Mr. Boyd.

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Pass on the vaguely sexist tall guy. Staring guy seems fine for now.

"You mind?" She asks him, even though she knows that he very likely will not mind. She was raised with some manners. Despite evidence to the contrary.

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"Not at all."

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(With her desk delivered, Mr. Boyd returns to his seat.)

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Regan thanks Mr. Boyd and sits down, dumping her bag on the table and - with a quick check of a few other desks - takes out the right textbook.

"Such a kindness."

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"So you and your sister are new around here. See anything you like?"

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"Lots of trees. Woods. I saw a video store. Bowling alley? Nothing I'd say I especially like or look forward to. Not yet, anyway."

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