Landon finishes clearing his plate, and shoves it Larisa-ward. "Right. Rebecca, let's go." 

Well, he can go meet Destiny, then. He's antagonized Killian somehow but he's not really sure what to do about that yet.

Killian is not in fact feeling antagonized by Val as a specific individual! He's just really tired of Landon giving him work to do, though mostly he's actually frustrated with Landon deciding he gets to act like everyone's mom this week because there's a freshman maleficer, even though Killian is pretty sure there's no way a freshman can hurt him. And then Larisa is in a horrible mood because she's been pulling all-nighters again, and sniping at Landon endlessly. Killian isn't even sure why she's mad at him, but it's obvious she is, and it's getting tedious at this point. 

He ushers Val over to the Oakland table, where Morty and Destiny are sitting with the sophomores and juniors. (Oakland is small, and less well-resourced than Sacramento; they have zero surviving seniors this year.)

"Destiny? This is Val. You've got lab and shop together so I figured I'd introduce you." 

Destiny is a tiny, cheerful-looking African American girl, wearing a (magical) pink headband with a bow on it despite the fact that her hair is currently buzzed to less than a quarter-inch of fuzz, and holding hands with the boy next to her.

She beams at Val. "Hi!" Gosh he's pretty. Destiny has JUST enough self-control not to say that out loud to someone she literally just met. "This is the love of my life, Morty." 

"Hi, Destiny, hi, Morty."

"Did you do something to impress Landon already or did he just adopt you like a lost puppy?" 

Morty elbows her in the ribs. 

"What?" she mutters. 

"I'm just working with Sacramento."