A.K.A, everyone except King George and Rachel meets up.

One glorious day in late November, 11 students at Columbia University all got an identical note.

Meet me for dinner on November 29th at 6:30 p.m. My address is enclosed. All the other reincarnates of Founding Fathers and Mothers will be there.

-Professor General George Warrington (Reincarnate of President George Washington) (My brother was Lawrence Washington)

11 people agreed to come, varying in levels of reluctance. George hadn't expected everyone to be free on the day after Thanksgiving but apparently none of these people went all-out for Black Friday. His wife was visiting a childhood friend, one Ann Steve and her husband, so he had been able to persuade Alex and James to show up.

Lawrence showed up a day early and was hanging around the kitchen as George got out leftovers from right before Rachel had left for the nearby Steve house. (George only hoped she would listen to his plea and accept Ann's invite to stay the night. He hoped her curiosity wouldn't triumph.)

At 6:21, the doorbell rang. George didn't recognize the three men behind it but moved to make room.

"John Lorenzo,Your Excellency." One saluted. Lawrence snickered.

"Herc Morton. Nice to see you again!" Then the third one must be...

"You can guess who I am, non?" The accent made it all clear. George laughed as Lafayette gave him a quick hug.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Lawrence moaned.

There were 3 mumbles of 'oh hey Professor Warrington, it's cool that you used to be Lawrence Washington' and then the doorbell rang again.

A slightly taller boy seemed more hesitant.

"Hey. I'm Ronnie Bert, Your Excellency. I used to be Aaron Burr." Ronnie added the last part for Herc, John and Laf.

"Nice to...uhm, meet you." Lafayette said with obvious fake-cheer. The other two bore identical fake smiles.

"Good to see you, Burr." George managed. Lawrence said nothing, disappearing into the kitchen again. "These are Herc Morton, John Lorenzo and Lafayette. Mulligan, Laurens and...Lafayette."

Ronnie nodded, sat and started dipping a chip in guacamole.

It's only 6:27 when someone knocks.

"Why are you all early?" George grumbled, getting up. It's- yippe-kai-yay!- someone else he doesn't know. "Nice to see you, uh..." He stuck out a hand. The girl shook it.

"Mar Reyner, we never met. I was Maria Reynolds." She smiled apologetically, stepping in out of the cold.

"You skipped a grade, I understand?" The once-President asked in an effort at conversation.

"I skipped 7th."

"Oh."

She sat next to Lafayette and silent took hold of them all once more. There was the sound of a can being cracked open.

"LAWRENCE, YOU BETTER NOT DRINK ALL THE PEPSI!" George screamed. The men and the teenager snickered.

"...I won't drink it all." Lawrence's whine could be heard even among the laughter, which only increased.

"Why isn't he this fun on campus?" Herc wheezed. "Why must he be strict Professor Warrington who may or may not help 'depending on the severity'?"

George shook his head, a laugh bubbling up in his own throat, when the door was thrown open by- oh, not again- an unrecognizable girl.

Ronnie jumped to his feet and ran to the doorway before George had time to process anything and Mar squealed (a very high-pitched squeal). He assumed that this girl, with her elegantly braided hair thrown over one shoulder, must be the only one he had no opinion about at the time.

"Theodosia, I presume?" George chuckled as she sat down beside her boyfriend and roommate. Laf, moaning in annoyance at being squished, got up and shifted to the other couch, sprawling across it with his whole body.

"I go by Daisy. But yes, I'm Theodosia Vast." Daisy smiled warmly and George understood why his men were so fond of her. "It's nice to finally meet you, Your Excellency."

"You as well. Though I must say- here at exactly 6:30?" He raised an eyebrow at the 16-year-old's immaculate timing.

"I'm conventional like that." Daisy leaned to the side as Mar whispered something in her ear and snorted at whatever comment her friend had made.

"So... how did you guys become friends anyway?" John cocked his head to the side as though he couldn't understand it at all.

"Well, the two of us and Margo are the only 16-year-old's on campus!" Mar pouted. "Everyone else in our year in 17 and all you Reincarnates 'cept Alex are 18, 19 or 30 something. Well...not Lizzy."

"Yes Lizzy." Ronnie corrected. "She turned 18 on November 9th."

George pretended to be very precisely getting an exact measurement of 1.5 centimeters of salsa on his nacho, but he was actually listening to the interesting conversation. He took note of 3 things:

1. Eliza/Lizzy was now 18, so he would need to grab white-out and a pen to edit his notebook.

2. She had turned 18 10 days before his talk with Alex and James- either they forgot her age or didn't know her birthday. Either meant they weren't that close with her.

3. Elizabeth Sky's birthday was Elizabeth Schuyler's death-date.

6:37 and once again the door was pounded upon. Ronnie, Herc, John, Lafayette, Mar and Daisy were about to go upstairs where they could 'talk in privacy.'

What exactly they wanted to talk about, George had no idea. But he could tell that whatever it was, they didn't want him or Lawrence overhearing. Lawrence, though, was still in the kitchen. Honestly, how much soda did he need?

"You go." The Professor waved them off. "I'll send whoever it is up there." It was, at last, Alexander and James. Plus one of the Schuylers. And a student George recognized- Edward Steve. Huh, he'd expected the boy to be with his parents. Rachel thought he was a delightful young man.

"Hey." James breathed slowly, stepping into the warm room. He looked like a man who had just spent the last year in Antarctica. Alex offered George a soft smile. The Schuyler girl skipped around James to unbutton her jacket, smiling so wide George thought her face would crack.

And Edward...well, he was just there, taking off his own jacket. He gave his Professor an uneasy smile.

"This is Margo." Alex gestured to the teenage girl, dressed entirely in sunshine yellow. "She used to be Peggy Schuyler. And you know Neddy, he used to be Edward Stevens. You didn't actually invite him but he'd rather be here than with his parents, his mom's friend is coming over and Neddy hates fancy dinners."

"Alex, I can speak for myself! I used to be the great Edward Stevens after all."

Neddy? As far as George knew, Edward did not go by that. But hey- collegians and their weird nicknames would never cease to amaze.

"I'm sorry, you were who?" Lawrence snorted. George elbowed him, but Edward had obviously been expecting this reaction, for he smiled.

"I wasn't important." He assured them.

"Yes you were!" James, Alex and Margo all practically screamed. At their almost-screams, Herc Morton raced downstairs, fists up, baseball cap backwards like he was Ash Ketchum or somebody.

"WHAT'S WRONG?" Herc shouted. "I HEARD SCREAMS!"

Silence fell as they all stared at him. Mar, Lafayette and John, laughing hysterically, almost fell down the stairs.

"We dared him to do that." Daisy giggled.

"Hey Alex, James, Margo." Ronnie nodded. The other 5, just noticing the new arrivals, greeted them in similar ways.

"Uh, who are you?" Herc frowned, turning to Edward.

"Who are you?" John repeated.

"Who are you?" Laf squinted suspiciously.

"Ooh, who is this kid?" Margo snickered.

"What's he gonna do?" Alex added.

"I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!" James and Edward screamed in unison.

What? Wasn't that from some musical? Hamilton, oh what irony. George remembered taking Rachel, Patsy and Jacky.

"No seriously, who are you?" Daisy frowned, squinting at him.

"Uh, I'm Edward Steve, Alex's roommate. I used to be Edward Stevens." He flashed them a thumbs-up.

"Who's Edward Stevens?" John inquired.

"Ugh." Margo suddenly groaned. "Where's that Ron Chernow biography when we need it?"

"Ignore her." Mar stage-whispered.

"I would also like to know who Edward Stevens was." George remarked.

"Same." Lawrence said.

"Uh..." Edward took a deep breath.

"'SUP PEOPLE!" Angel Sky screamed, practically breaking the door as she opened it. She gave James a quick hug before settling back into glaring at Alex.

Lizzy, walking in behind her sister, apologized softly. Edward punched the air in relief.

"Hello Angel and Lizzy." George nodded. "We were interrogating Edward Steve here, he was Edward Stevens, on who Edward Stevens was."

"Yeah, who was Edward Stevens?" The oldest Sky sister frowned.

"I WAS A GUY WHO LIVED IN THE CARIBBEAN AND WAS BEST FRIENDS WITH ALEXANDER HAMILTON UNTIL HE MOVED TO NEW YORK AND THEN I WAS CHOPPED LIVER!" Everyone stared at him in shock. Who knew calm, collected Edward could have such a dramatic outbreak?

"HEY!" Alex screamed in indignation. "YOU MOVED TO THE COLONIES FIRST, OKAY? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DESERTED ME! AND I SENT YOU, LIKE, 5000 LETTERS SO-"

"Boys, boys!" Margo raised a hand. "Save it for the group chat, General Warrington does not want to hear about your teenage drama from the 1770's."

"It was actually more like the 1760's so..." James trailed, shrugging.

"Nobody cares." Margo deadpanned.

"Oh, you act like you were so attentive during the 1700's." Edward snorted.

James turned red. Sure, he hadn't really cared about his brother that much back then but nobody except him, Alex and Edward needed to know that.

"What do you mean?" John frowned.

"Nothing." Edward said hurriedly. "It's...uh, is dinner ready yet?"

"There's leftovers from yesterday." George pointed to the kitchen door. "There might be a couple drops of Pepsi left."

"Jacky and Patsy, George's kids, are out getting pizza with our Mother." Lawrence added. "She'll drop off the pizza and kids before she goes home. You could wait or eat the leftovers."

"We'll wait." All the college students said in unison.

George sighed- this would be a long night. But hey! More leftover turkey for him...