They all file into the main guildhall, Natsu still with Haruhi. When sitting at a table, Hally speaks. "I'll exchange cooking and upkeep of the house for the ability to stay with you then," she agrees, unsure how to take his enthusiasm. He's not the same as Tamaki, and I'm sure they would bash heads, but this overwhelming positive nature reminds me of him.

"Now you're robbing him Natsu," the blonde says.

"What?"

"He eats more than you can imagine and hates cleaning. You're taking on a lot Haruhi,"

"I'll only cook however much he brings me to make. And cleaning? I'm used to it. I'll be fine." At least there's no class pressure like ther would be with the other hosts.

Mirajane comes up with a dusty-looking Honarary Member stamp that Haruhi gets on her right forearm. It's a thin, black outline of the origional stamp for the other members, making her a part of the guild. "Now, you had mentioned your father earlier..."

"Ha, " she laughs. "He goes by Ranka and works at a bar near our house." Her mind sobers a bit. "He must be freaking out, like the rest of them."

"So what about your mother?"

"She, uh, died. A while ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Were you close to her?" Lucy asks.

"Extremely. She taught me a lot too. I took over a lot of things after she passed, like the cooking and cleaning."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No, it's just me."

"We have more in common than I thought," Lucy mumbles out of hearing.

"But he isn't from a rich name," Natsu says, unaware that no one else heard Lucy.

"No, remember Natsu?" Happy corrects, "Lucy's family isn't rich anymore."

""That never mattered to me and you know it, cat."

"Yeah, but ou're still a princess at heart," Natsu laughs as Lucy denies it.

"'Princess'?" Haruhi looks her up and down. "You're not like any I've ever met."

"Quit confusing the new guy you two- wait. You've actually met a princess before?"

"A few. And other rich heirs and heiresses."

"Where?"

"At my school."

"At your school?! What were they doing there?"

"Attending classes. What else?"

"Are you some kind of heir?" Lucy asks, looking him over, not noticing anything specific.

"No, in their eyes I'm but a commoner. I attend on scholarship at the Academy."

"You must be real smart," Happy comments.

"I make do. Read when I can and whatnot."

"You like reading?" Levy asks, leaning forward into the conversation.

"Yes, it is one of my favourite things to do."

"What do you like to read?" Haruhi lists off a few of her favourite authors, but even when Lucy, Levy, and Freed listed theirs, both sides were unfamiliar with the works of another. "Right," Levy turns a little pink out of embarrassment, "the, uh, different world thing," Levy says. "What's it like over there? Is there magic like ours?"

"He said that he didn't even believe in magic, so I'm guessing not." Freed sits back on the bench. They've pulled two or three tables together into one and are all sitting around Haruhi.

"You believe in it now, don't you?" Lucy asks.

"I suppose. That pen was interesting before. And you guys are all saying that things like that is normal here?"

"Yes. And every single person in this guild knows how to use it, personalised for themselves," Mirajane adds.

"How does that work?"

"Should we take turns showing her?" Natsu excitedly asks no one in particular, itching to move. "It could be fun."

"Here?" Lucy asks.

"Why not the stage? No one else is using it."

"As long as we don't ruin anything at all," Mira smiles, "then you guys can show off your stuff, but no fighting, or you'll get recommended to be punished by the master by me." Everyone flinches at that, but then hoots and hollers go around as the air itself is excited. Haruhi is put on an ottoman of centre stage in the audience as all the members line up behind the stage. Like a talent show, Haruhi's mind provides the word. A magical talent show.