Maree plopped down on a blanket she had "borrowed" from one of the boys over in the other section of bedrolls. She was stripped down to her under garments, which consisted of her shorts and her t-shirt. Next to her laid Gaetana in pajamas like the rest of the girls, which involved a thin green blouse that showed some skin. A lot of boys were giving her looks of interest, and Maree looks of jealousy.

"I'm a girl too, you cretins! Oi, Tana."

The scott looked up from her book, now used to her new nickname and friend, "Yes?"

"Whatcha readin?"

"Oh, well, this is an old scottish fable. It's called Brave." Tana held the big up to the frenchy. The girl on the cover looked strikingly similar to Tana, red hair and everything. She even held a bow, arrow ready.

"She looks like you."

Tana giggled, "Well, my mother would always tell me when I was a kid that this girl was an ancestor of mine. I never really believed it, but..."

Maree chuckled, "I don't know spit about my heritage. Your mum sounds nice though."

"Yeah, nice..."

Just then the boy they ran into from earlier, Michael something, strolled past. He did not notice Maree watching him carefully, waiting to bolt again. Other than his black briefs the kid wore a gray tight-fitting t-shirt over a muscular chest, where four dogtags hanging from a chain dangled. His attention was on another boy, though, whose bedroll sat somewhat away from the crowd. He was built like a lightweight, she could tell that from his bear chest, and wore a pair of blue jeans with boots instead of pajamas or underwear like the rest of the boys. His red-brown hair was messy, and his whole composure seemed... older.

It was then that Michael walked up behind him, and made the mistake of putting the guy in a head lock.

Yang Xiao Long looked over the hunks exposing some good looking muscle, her eyes strolling past a black haired kid messing with a red-brown haired kid. The black haired one had the other in a head lock, and she could not tell if it was friendly or if something was about to go down.

"I don't think dad would approve of all the boys, though."

"I know I do." She let out a seductive purr.

Rugo threw off Michael, now thoroughly ticked off. "Listen here, richie! I don't know what kind of problem you have with me but I can assure you you're making it much bigger!"

The boy chuckled, "You punks are all the same. Think you're tough stuff, defying a superior officer?"

Rugo growled, "Don't test me, your upper-class tyrant!"

"Hah! If I'm a tyrant then you're an ass!"

"KID I'LL KICK YOUR'S SO HARD YOU'LL BE SQUEEZIN OUT MY TOENAILS FOR A WEEK"

"I'LL SHOVE MY FIST UP YOURS SO FAR I COULD WORK YOU LIKE A PUPPET"

"I'LL TEAR OUT YOUR HYPOTHETICAL SPINE-"

"ENOUGH!"

Both Rugo and Michael were silenced as a wand was thrust in between them. Holding it was Glenda Goodwitch. "Do you boys want to keep this up or avoid being detained?"

Michael backed off, recognizing an authority figure. "Apologies, professor."

Rugo held a stare with the huntress for a moment, but eventually backed away. "Sorry mom-OW!"

Michael gave a look of surprise as Glenda smacked the boy on the back of the head, "I thought I told you not to call me that in public!"

Rugo grumbled, "Apologies, professor..." He rubbed his throbbing head.

"And you!" Michael felt the wand poke him in the chest as he stumbled back, "If I catch you starting anymore fights I won't be so forgiving. You're lucky my son has a high pain threshold. Now shake hands, and be done with it."

Both boys sat there for a moment, Michael being the first to hold out his. Rugo took it.

Pain shot up Micheal's arm as the bones in his hand were almost crushed. He attempted to return the favor, but could not outmatch the immense strength boy wielded. Fortunately his training prevented him from backing down as he finished the hand shake.

Glenda nodded and "hmphed". "Now, I'll take my leave. You boys behave." She made her way out the door.

Rugo and Michael continued to stare at each other, hostility in their eyes, when a blue head popped up in between them. Two hands stuck up, each holding a piece of bread.

The boys looked down to see Maree, smiling as she chewed on a roll.

"You're that person from earlier, aren't you?" asked Michael.

She grinned, "The best way to make up is with food. Now take the bread."

Both of them hesitantly grabbed the bread, Rugo went in to take a bite but was smacked on the back of the head.

"Ow! Who are you, anyways? And why are you giving us bread?"

The girl swallowed her roll and licked her lips, "I'm Maree Baraeu, and I'm helping you at. Now give each other the bread."

Both boys hesitated for a bit, thinking that was a very odd name for a boy. "Give it!" shouted the frenchy, which prompted the two to hastily hand each other the loaves.

"Now eat it."

Rugo was the first, and opened a huge maw before burying his face into the loaf. Micheal took a small bite. Both immediately spit it out.

"Ugh! What is this? It's like somewhat baked goose-poo with yeast!"

"Agreed. It's probably not very good for us too."

Maree smiled, "See! You both agreed on something!"

There was a moment of silence as the two boys looked at each other.

"Michael."

"Rugo."

The secondary introduction was short before they separated.

Maree sighed, "Well, that kinda worked." She went back to her bedroll and plopped down.

Rugo laid down against the wall in a dark corner, groaning as his joints complained. He was definitely not used to this kind of social interaction. But something else was on his mind.

His father's introductory speech was rather... dark. It was like he was not even there. He had seen his father write it down, and it was nothing like what was said. Was there something bothering him?

On top of that, who the heck was the french boy?

Tana watched from her spot as Maree laid back down. "What was that about?"

She sighed, "Ugh, just boys being boys. That military one was kinda cute though."

Tana giggled, "You're already crushing on a guy here?"

Maree blushed uncontrollably and chucked her pillow at her. "I'm not some swooning lass, richie!"

Tana giggled some more before putting on a look of confusion, "Richie?"

The frenchy stumbled, "Oh, um, sorry, I didn't mean to go that far."

Tana cocked her head, "What does it mean?"

"Oh, it's an insult."

"I could tell that much."

"Yeah, it's what you call rich people that have too much money than they deserve."

"Oh... Well my family's wealthy but you don't need to worry about that."

"Thank god, you're one of the good ones."

"..."

All of a sudden, the lights went out.