HALLWAYS OF BAYVILLE HIGH
"Remind me again how ah got talked into showin' up at some over-hyped, badly themed dance with people ah don't lahke," Rogue commanded, attempting to adjust the sleeves encased around her arms. She mumbled a couple of less then nice words in Kitty's general direction then continued walking, ignoring the fact that her shoes were stopping her from walking like a normal person, gothic dresser or not.
Kitty giggled then grasped one of her arms, holding on, tightly. "Landon's going to be here, Rogue! It can be, like, your second date," she exclaimed, giving the other girl the closest thing to a hug she could.
Rogue glared. "Don't hug me. We ain't even had a first date, Kitty!" she snapped after pulling away and adjusting her sleeves again.
The dress as Kitty had been calling it was a red wine color with gauze-like sleeves that went down and wrapped around her hand, vanishing between her middle and ring fingers. It was short, way too short for her to wear on a normal basis since it barely reached her knees; black fishnet stockings and a pair of over sized combat boots stolen out of Remy's closet completed the outfit.
"Like, whatever, Rogue! Dinner on the roof with, like, candles, and, like, classical music is so totally a date, Rogue!" she said, giggling again before smoothing out the bottom part of her dress. Her own dress, self chosen of course, was purple or lavender if you asked her about and was a little longer then Rogue's own; it had no sleeves but instead had a couple of colorful straps there. Her outfit was completed with a plain gold chain necklace with some pendant on it. "Like, don't tell me you, like, don't enjoy Landon's company!"
"Ah never said ah didn't enjoy his company but it's not as big a deal as y'all wanna make it."
How are Kitty and I gonna get through this night without killing each other? Rogue wondered, entering the gym and looking around. She looked around for anyone that might actually provide an interest, though the odds were low since her best friend, Risty, turned out to be the blue-skinned shapeshifter who'd almost destroyed her life more then once. Why does this stuff always happen to ME?
"Interesting outfit, Rogue." The voice came from off to her left and held plenty of mocking behind it. She didn't have to look to know it was a group of Bayville's finest students, also called the football and other such athletes.
Pass quickly, she thought, ignoring the words except to shoot the entire group a blacker than normal scowl. She shifted her weight for a moment and attempted to ignore the on-going taunts and mocking whistles from their knot of people. Pass quickly. Pass quickly. Please pass quickly.
"You look beautiful, Rogue," another voice said, though this one was closer and didn't sound mocking at all. It was sincere but probably a joke.
Rogue swung around to face him, bringing one of her hands up only to have it caught by the speaker. It wasn't a grip tight enough to cause pain but enough to keep her hand inches from his face. "Let go of me, Landon Keller!"
Landon smiled and continued to hold her hand around the wrist, avoiding direct contact with her skin even if his thumb kept rubbing against the base of her wrist. He looked around for a moment then used his hold on her wrist to yank her to the other side of the gym and into a corner, pulling her kicking and fighting the entire way.
"Ah swear ah'm gonna suck the life out of ya if ya don't let go of mah hand," she snarled then jerked on her arm, yanking herself from his grip and almost landing on her backside. She steadied herself at the last minute then fixed him with a glare. "Ah don't appreciate bein' yanked around lahke some dog on a chain..."
"I thought you needed a reprieve before you tore one of the football guys a new...yeah," he finished, leaving the statement hanging. He looked over her outfit again but lingered the longest on her legs and combat boot incased feet. "You really know how to pick clothes, don't you?"
"The dress was not mah choice." Rogue crossed her arms across her chest and glanced around, watching the others dancing and having a good time. She couldn't hide a black scowl at the sight of her classmates having so much fun, though she'd found someone to talk to. "Don't ya have a sugah mama or someone that ya'd rather annoy...?" she asked, hoping, only a little, that he didn't.
"Nope," he replied then shrugged. "Do you want me to go away and leave you alone to sulk and mumble to yourself?"
She frowned. "Ah never said ya had to go away," she muttered, turning away to scan the dance floor.
Kitty and Lance were dancing along with coutless other couples, including the clone dressed Ripley students. It was rather funny to see the way some people, namely the new recruits, danced and partied; it was almost laughable, almost. Bobby Drake, Iceman, was running around with something like a punch bowl on his head, attempting to dance with a heavily laughing Rahne Sinclair, Wolfsbane.
Landon dug through one of his pockets then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, thumping one out and into his palm. He placed it between his lips and started to light it until she removed it and stepped out the end, crushing it beneathe her heel.
"I was planning to smoke that." He flicked the lighter closed again and removed the pack of cigarettes again, preparing to remove another. She caught his hand and held it, barely avoiding skin contact since part of her hand was bare; he waited to see what she'd say.
"Those thangs are gonna kill ya," she said by way of explanation, looking around for a moment. She didn't see anywhere to put them so instead she slid them into the space between her leg and Remy's boots. "Wouldn't ya rather live a long, uneventful lahfe?"
"Nope," he replied without looking at her.
Rogue sighed. "What happened to make you so bitter..?" she asked after a moment of silence. She went to put her hands in her back pockets then realized she didn't have any pockets.
I just realized why I don't wear dresses, she thought.
"I have my reasons. That's all you need to know, Rogue," he said after a moment then held out one hand. "Wanna dance?"
"What..?" She stared at his hand, blankly.
He gestured toward the dance floor and the others moving and dancing out there. "Dance. Do you want to?"
After a moment she shrugged. "Okay...keep ya hands to yaself, though.."
"Of course..."
THE REFRESHMENTS TABLE
"What exactly are we supposed to do here, Logan?" Nanaki demanded, staring at the glass of punch that was held in one hand. She hadn't drank but a couple of sips because it had enough sugar to choke someone or give some of her students sugar highs. She hoped that wouldn't happen.
Logan shrugged. "Stand here and pretend to know what they're doing?" he offered after a moment, watching several of the students with a scowl.
She followed his attention then shook her head. Landon was dancing with Rogue or at least forcing her to dance with him. "Give it a rest, Wolvie. The worst he'll do is break her heart and even Landon's not that cold hearted," she mumbled, taking another drink from her glass. She choked on it then set the glass down, spitting it out.
"Thanks, darlin'. I really wanted to take a bath in sugar filled, red punch."
"Glad to help."
"Nanaki Celesta Luc....er, Creed, whyareyounotoutheredancingwiththerestofus?" Angel demanded in a rush, running up with a couple of other students but minus Tara for once.
Nanaki just blinked. "What have I said about talking that fast? No one except you understands what you say when you talk that fast," she said then waited while her young student took several breathes then repeated her words. She shrugged after a moment and leaned back against the table. "I'm chaperone, not a friend tonight, Angel."
"Wrong!"
Nanaki blinked then realized with only mild suprise that she was being yanked, along with Logan, onto the dance floor by a rather large, heavily intergrated group of their students. "Angel Elizabeth..."
"Oh, relax and enjoy yourself, Nanaki!" Angel's voice was distant and somewhat distorted.
Logan's response wasn't quite so nice as her own especially since it was accompanied by several threats. This amused the students who simply returned to their dance with little to no attention to their chaperones.
"Did you put your students up to this in an attempt to spend more time with me?" Logan demanded, glowering down at her as students moved and danced around them. He was trying quite hard not to ram his blades into someone from the look on his face.
"Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't want to spend time with you if you were my own grandfather," she replied, glaring at him through almost slitted green eyes. "You're old enough to be my grandfather, aren't you?"
"You little ----"
"Play nicely, children," Jax called from nearby. He gave them a look that conveyed the exact same words then returned to dancing with his classmates, though it seemed they'd formed something similar to a mosh pit.
"Shut up, Jax," Nanaki said then returned her attention to Logan.
"You didn't show much protest again their pushing and prodding.."
"I've been teaching them for over two years and have known most of them longer! I know that fighting with them is useless epsecially when they all want something. I know my own students unlike you since you can't even figure out when yours have found a new friend!"
He said something that wasn't pleasant or even something without a swear word.
"Such language in a school!"
"And you've never said anything beyond what's appropriate, Creed?"
"Bite me!"
"I thought you two were supposed to be dancing?" the third voice interrupted their conversation and irritated them both enough to snap back.
"We're not dancing!"
Logan, Nanaki, try to set some sort of example for the students. Xavier's voice, as Nanaki had come to recognize it, was loud inside her head but she ignored it, glaring at Logan then looking around for her students. It didn't take long to spot them at the very center of the giant crowd, jumping around and dancing. What kind of example are you setting for the students at this moment? Standing there and yelling at each other in the middle of a dance.... you two should be ashamed of yourself.
Nanaki rolled her eyes. "They've seen worse, Professor," she responded, speaking aloud rather then just through her mind.
"Much worse, juvenile delinquients," Logan growled in response, earning a severe look from her. He glared back at her. "Are you going to deny that your students are juvenile delinquients?"
"Yes."
"You're aware you're lying, right, Creed..?"
"Go play with a ball of string, Logan."
He chuckled, eyeing her. "Like your uncle, huh?"
"I don't have an uncle."
"What do you call Victor Creed, girly?" he asked with a malice smile toward her.
"Not. My. Problem," she snarled after a moment, glowering at him. "Don't you have anything better to do than harass me..?"
"Nope."
"If I bought some Catnip would you leave...."
"You're on thin ice, Creed."
"And your point is...?"
"Both of you just shut up and dance!" The words were uttered over the D.J.'s microphone and echoed throughout the entire gym, causing students to turn and look. Several of them seemed highly amused at their so called chaperones' antics especially the students that knew either of the two well enough to understand them.
"JOHN!"
The aussie turned and fixed her with a look that was something between shock and amusement. "G'day, shelia. Would you mind telling a mate what's with the get-up?" he asked, smiling at her outfit.
Tara hadn't changed out of her Gambit costume from school that day. She still wore the trenchcoat, boots, and other borrowed items. She hurriedly adjusted her accent back into play then smiled. "Of course, mon ami. I d'ink yoh're wrong...Remy is not a shelia. He be a prize for any shelia, thought. Yoh'd agree, non?" she asked, keeping her false cajun accent in place, firmly.
"Cute, shelia. Wanna come out of character for a moment...?"
"Sure. What do you want, John..?" she asked with a shake of her head and the dropping of her accent. She foled her arms across her chest and gave him a serious look. "What do you want..?"
"I was just wondering why you and the other shelias and mates are running around dressed like the X-Men...or whatever they're called..." He gestured around the gym for a moment. "That and Katherine asked me to watch you guys tonight."
"Halloween joke." She stared a moment then seemed to remember something else he'd said. She fixed him with a confused look. "What do you mean you're watching us? It's a dance! What could we possibly do?"
John smirked, gesturing around them with his arms. "That's why I'm here...to see what you could possibly do, shelia. Go have fun and pretend I'm not even here..." he said then glanced around, noticing the refreshment table. "Oh look...an icy pumpkin..."
"Pyro!" Tara yelled his name but was too late to stop him from catching the icy pumpkin on fire. This was accompanied by shouts and shrieks from several people along with a bit of yelling from chaperones and Pyro's exit, cackling and laughing.
What an ending to the dance of the year, Tara thought, thinking back over the night. She'd terrified no less than fifteen people with her false accent and hand kissing. She remember something from earlier that day and couldn't help but smile.
Flashback
"Tara Toynbee?"
"Absent."
"And who would you be?" her teacher asked, turning to the doorway and almost stopping short at the image there.
Tara smirked and crossed to the desk, taking her teacher's hand. She brought it to her mouth and kissed it then smiled, charmingly as she'd seen Remy to numerous times before. "Remy Lebeau. I will be subbing for the femme today. Is that alright, chere?"
"It is certainly not alright, Mr. Lebeau!" she fumed with a yank of her hand and a slamming of a ruler onto the desk. She glared around the classroom, ignoring her students hoots and laughters. "Where is Ms. Toynbee..?"
"She took a temporary reprieve from this boring class and you, chere" she said, voicing the thoughts that she'd never had uttered as herself. Being Remy had advantages especially when it came to teachers; it was an easy way to fool them with the accent.
"Tell Ms. Toynbee that if she doesn't get here within the next ten minutes, she will be spending the next four weeks in detention."
"Two bad for her."
"Mr. Lebeau, where is Ms. Toynbee?"
"Temporary reprieve ,chere."
"Where exactly are you from, Mr. Lebeau?"
Tara smiled and took a bow, making her stolen trenchcoat billow out. "The Big Easy...or New Orleans, Louisiana.."
The woman had ended up kicking the so-called Remy Lebeau out of her class then sending him to the office. He had never shown up; what a shame.
"Tara Toynbee, why are you over here when there's a perfectly good fire over there...?" Angel demanded, approaching her with what looked like a bunch of streams and napkins wrapped around a stick. There were quite a few of these people looking bags being roasted on the giant burning icy pumpkin. "We're trying to make voodoo dolls."
The sound of chanting reached her ears. "I'm on fire. I'm on fire. I'm on fire. I'm on fire."
"You lot are nuts," she said but joined the line-up, taking the paper wrapped stick given to her. She walked over and began roasting it while humming. "You do realize we're the only ones here, right..?"
"Yep." Angel adjusted her stick then pulled it out. "How's she look?"
"Terrific," Juilus replied, holding his person within the fire still.
They roasted in silence for a few moments, talking quietly but not commenting on the fact that their numbers were different. Kellie and Corey were missing but in their places were Rogue and what appeared to be the great Toad of the brotherhood.
Landon looked up from their fire then smiled. "Hello, Katherine. Want to join the Barbeque..?"
"If this was a real fire...you would all be dead...."
"I'm on fire. I'm on fire. I'm on fire...."
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"Remind me again how ah got talked into showin' up at some over-hyped, badly themed dance with people ah don't lahke," Rogue commanded, attempting to adjust the sleeves encased around her arms. She mumbled a couple of less then nice words in Kitty's general direction then continued walking, ignoring the fact that her shoes were stopping her from walking like a normal person, gothic dresser or not.
Kitty giggled then grasped one of her arms, holding on, tightly. "Landon's going to be here, Rogue! It can be, like, your second date," she exclaimed, giving the other girl the closest thing to a hug she could.
Rogue glared. "Don't hug me. We ain't even had a first date, Kitty!" she snapped after pulling away and adjusting her sleeves again.
The dress as Kitty had been calling it was a red wine color with gauze-like sleeves that went down and wrapped around her hand, vanishing between her middle and ring fingers. It was short, way too short for her to wear on a normal basis since it barely reached her knees; black fishnet stockings and a pair of over sized combat boots stolen out of Remy's closet completed the outfit.
"Like, whatever, Rogue! Dinner on the roof with, like, candles, and, like, classical music is so totally a date, Rogue!" she said, giggling again before smoothing out the bottom part of her dress. Her own dress, self chosen of course, was purple or lavender if you asked her about and was a little longer then Rogue's own; it had no sleeves but instead had a couple of colorful straps there. Her outfit was completed with a plain gold chain necklace with some pendant on it. "Like, don't tell me you, like, don't enjoy Landon's company!"
"Ah never said ah didn't enjoy his company but it's not as big a deal as y'all wanna make it."
How are Kitty and I gonna get through this night without killing each other? Rogue wondered, entering the gym and looking around. She looked around for anyone that might actually provide an interest, though the odds were low since her best friend, Risty, turned out to be the blue-skinned shapeshifter who'd almost destroyed her life more then once. Why does this stuff always happen to ME?
"Interesting outfit, Rogue." The voice came from off to her left and held plenty of mocking behind it. She didn't have to look to know it was a group of Bayville's finest students, also called the football and other such athletes.
Pass quickly, she thought, ignoring the words except to shoot the entire group a blacker than normal scowl. She shifted her weight for a moment and attempted to ignore the on-going taunts and mocking whistles from their knot of people. Pass quickly. Pass quickly. Please pass quickly.
"You look beautiful, Rogue," another voice said, though this one was closer and didn't sound mocking at all. It was sincere but probably a joke.
Rogue swung around to face him, bringing one of her hands up only to have it caught by the speaker. It wasn't a grip tight enough to cause pain but enough to keep her hand inches from his face. "Let go of me, Landon Keller!"
Landon smiled and continued to hold her hand around the wrist, avoiding direct contact with her skin even if his thumb kept rubbing against the base of her wrist. He looked around for a moment then used his hold on her wrist to yank her to the other side of the gym and into a corner, pulling her kicking and fighting the entire way.
"Ah swear ah'm gonna suck the life out of ya if ya don't let go of mah hand," she snarled then jerked on her arm, yanking herself from his grip and almost landing on her backside. She steadied herself at the last minute then fixed him with a glare. "Ah don't appreciate bein' yanked around lahke some dog on a chain..."
"I thought you needed a reprieve before you tore one of the football guys a new...yeah," he finished, leaving the statement hanging. He looked over her outfit again but lingered the longest on her legs and combat boot incased feet. "You really know how to pick clothes, don't you?"
"The dress was not mah choice." Rogue crossed her arms across her chest and glanced around, watching the others dancing and having a good time. She couldn't hide a black scowl at the sight of her classmates having so much fun, though she'd found someone to talk to. "Don't ya have a sugah mama or someone that ya'd rather annoy...?" she asked, hoping, only a little, that he didn't.
"Nope," he replied then shrugged. "Do you want me to go away and leave you alone to sulk and mumble to yourself?"
She frowned. "Ah never said ya had to go away," she muttered, turning away to scan the dance floor.
Kitty and Lance were dancing along with coutless other couples, including the clone dressed Ripley students. It was rather funny to see the way some people, namely the new recruits, danced and partied; it was almost laughable, almost. Bobby Drake, Iceman, was running around with something like a punch bowl on his head, attempting to dance with a heavily laughing Rahne Sinclair, Wolfsbane.
Landon dug through one of his pockets then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, thumping one out and into his palm. He placed it between his lips and started to light it until she removed it and stepped out the end, crushing it beneathe her heel.
"I was planning to smoke that." He flicked the lighter closed again and removed the pack of cigarettes again, preparing to remove another. She caught his hand and held it, barely avoiding skin contact since part of her hand was bare; he waited to see what she'd say.
"Those thangs are gonna kill ya," she said by way of explanation, looking around for a moment. She didn't see anywhere to put them so instead she slid them into the space between her leg and Remy's boots. "Wouldn't ya rather live a long, uneventful lahfe?"
"Nope," he replied without looking at her.
Rogue sighed. "What happened to make you so bitter..?" she asked after a moment of silence. She went to put her hands in her back pockets then realized she didn't have any pockets.
I just realized why I don't wear dresses, she thought.
"I have my reasons. That's all you need to know, Rogue," he said after a moment then held out one hand. "Wanna dance?"
"What..?" She stared at his hand, blankly.
He gestured toward the dance floor and the others moving and dancing out there. "Dance. Do you want to?"
After a moment she shrugged. "Okay...keep ya hands to yaself, though.."
"Of course..."
THE REFRESHMENTS TABLE
"What exactly are we supposed to do here, Logan?" Nanaki demanded, staring at the glass of punch that was held in one hand. She hadn't drank but a couple of sips because it had enough sugar to choke someone or give some of her students sugar highs. She hoped that wouldn't happen.
Logan shrugged. "Stand here and pretend to know what they're doing?" he offered after a moment, watching several of the students with a scowl.
She followed his attention then shook her head. Landon was dancing with Rogue or at least forcing her to dance with him. "Give it a rest, Wolvie. The worst he'll do is break her heart and even Landon's not that cold hearted," she mumbled, taking another drink from her glass. She choked on it then set the glass down, spitting it out.
"Thanks, darlin'. I really wanted to take a bath in sugar filled, red punch."
"Glad to help."
"Nanaki Celesta Luc....er, Creed, whyareyounotoutheredancingwiththerestofus?" Angel demanded in a rush, running up with a couple of other students but minus Tara for once.
Nanaki just blinked. "What have I said about talking that fast? No one except you understands what you say when you talk that fast," she said then waited while her young student took several breathes then repeated her words. She shrugged after a moment and leaned back against the table. "I'm chaperone, not a friend tonight, Angel."
"Wrong!"
Nanaki blinked then realized with only mild suprise that she was being yanked, along with Logan, onto the dance floor by a rather large, heavily intergrated group of their students. "Angel Elizabeth..."
"Oh, relax and enjoy yourself, Nanaki!" Angel's voice was distant and somewhat distorted.
Logan's response wasn't quite so nice as her own especially since it was accompanied by several threats. This amused the students who simply returned to their dance with little to no attention to their chaperones.
"Did you put your students up to this in an attempt to spend more time with me?" Logan demanded, glowering down at her as students moved and danced around them. He was trying quite hard not to ram his blades into someone from the look on his face.
"Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't want to spend time with you if you were my own grandfather," she replied, glaring at him through almost slitted green eyes. "You're old enough to be my grandfather, aren't you?"
"You little ----"
"Play nicely, children," Jax called from nearby. He gave them a look that conveyed the exact same words then returned to dancing with his classmates, though it seemed they'd formed something similar to a mosh pit.
"Shut up, Jax," Nanaki said then returned her attention to Logan.
"You didn't show much protest again their pushing and prodding.."
"I've been teaching them for over two years and have known most of them longer! I know that fighting with them is useless epsecially when they all want something. I know my own students unlike you since you can't even figure out when yours have found a new friend!"
He said something that wasn't pleasant or even something without a swear word.
"Such language in a school!"
"And you've never said anything beyond what's appropriate, Creed?"
"Bite me!"
"I thought you two were supposed to be dancing?" the third voice interrupted their conversation and irritated them both enough to snap back.
"We're not dancing!"
Logan, Nanaki, try to set some sort of example for the students. Xavier's voice, as Nanaki had come to recognize it, was loud inside her head but she ignored it, glaring at Logan then looking around for her students. It didn't take long to spot them at the very center of the giant crowd, jumping around and dancing. What kind of example are you setting for the students at this moment? Standing there and yelling at each other in the middle of a dance.... you two should be ashamed of yourself.
Nanaki rolled her eyes. "They've seen worse, Professor," she responded, speaking aloud rather then just through her mind.
"Much worse, juvenile delinquients," Logan growled in response, earning a severe look from her. He glared back at her. "Are you going to deny that your students are juvenile delinquients?"
"Yes."
"You're aware you're lying, right, Creed..?"
"Go play with a ball of string, Logan."
He chuckled, eyeing her. "Like your uncle, huh?"
"I don't have an uncle."
"What do you call Victor Creed, girly?" he asked with a malice smile toward her.
"Not. My. Problem," she snarled after a moment, glowering at him. "Don't you have anything better to do than harass me..?"
"Nope."
"If I bought some Catnip would you leave...."
"You're on thin ice, Creed."
"And your point is...?"
"Both of you just shut up and dance!" The words were uttered over the D.J.'s microphone and echoed throughout the entire gym, causing students to turn and look. Several of them seemed highly amused at their so called chaperones' antics especially the students that knew either of the two well enough to understand them.
"JOHN!"
The aussie turned and fixed her with a look that was something between shock and amusement. "G'day, shelia. Would you mind telling a mate what's with the get-up?" he asked, smiling at her outfit.
Tara hadn't changed out of her Gambit costume from school that day. She still wore the trenchcoat, boots, and other borrowed items. She hurriedly adjusted her accent back into play then smiled. "Of course, mon ami. I d'ink yoh're wrong...Remy is not a shelia. He be a prize for any shelia, thought. Yoh'd agree, non?" she asked, keeping her false cajun accent in place, firmly.
"Cute, shelia. Wanna come out of character for a moment...?"
"Sure. What do you want, John..?" she asked with a shake of her head and the dropping of her accent. She foled her arms across her chest and gave him a serious look. "What do you want..?"
"I was just wondering why you and the other shelias and mates are running around dressed like the X-Men...or whatever they're called..." He gestured around the gym for a moment. "That and Katherine asked me to watch you guys tonight."
"Halloween joke." She stared a moment then seemed to remember something else he'd said. She fixed him with a confused look. "What do you mean you're watching us? It's a dance! What could we possibly do?"
John smirked, gesturing around them with his arms. "That's why I'm here...to see what you could possibly do, shelia. Go have fun and pretend I'm not even here..." he said then glanced around, noticing the refreshment table. "Oh look...an icy pumpkin..."
"Pyro!" Tara yelled his name but was too late to stop him from catching the icy pumpkin on fire. This was accompanied by shouts and shrieks from several people along with a bit of yelling from chaperones and Pyro's exit, cackling and laughing.
What an ending to the dance of the year, Tara thought, thinking back over the night. She'd terrified no less than fifteen people with her false accent and hand kissing. She remember something from earlier that day and couldn't help but smile.
Flashback
"Tara Toynbee?"
"Absent."
"And who would you be?" her teacher asked, turning to the doorway and almost stopping short at the image there.
Tara smirked and crossed to the desk, taking her teacher's hand. She brought it to her mouth and kissed it then smiled, charmingly as she'd seen Remy to numerous times before. "Remy Lebeau. I will be subbing for the femme today. Is that alright, chere?"
"It is certainly not alright, Mr. Lebeau!" she fumed with a yank of her hand and a slamming of a ruler onto the desk. She glared around the classroom, ignoring her students hoots and laughters. "Where is Ms. Toynbee..?"
"She took a temporary reprieve from this boring class and you, chere" she said, voicing the thoughts that she'd never had uttered as herself. Being Remy had advantages especially when it came to teachers; it was an easy way to fool them with the accent.
"Tell Ms. Toynbee that if she doesn't get here within the next ten minutes, she will be spending the next four weeks in detention."
"Two bad for her."
"Mr. Lebeau, where is Ms. Toynbee?"
"Temporary reprieve ,chere."
"Where exactly are you from, Mr. Lebeau?"
Tara smiled and took a bow, making her stolen trenchcoat billow out. "The Big Easy...or New Orleans, Louisiana.."
The woman had ended up kicking the so-called Remy Lebeau out of her class then sending him to the office. He had never shown up; what a shame.
"Tara Toynbee, why are you over here when there's a perfectly good fire over there...?" Angel demanded, approaching her with what looked like a bunch of streams and napkins wrapped around a stick. There were quite a few of these people looking bags being roasted on the giant burning icy pumpkin. "We're trying to make voodoo dolls."
The sound of chanting reached her ears. "I'm on fire. I'm on fire. I'm on fire. I'm on fire."
"You lot are nuts," she said but joined the line-up, taking the paper wrapped stick given to her. She walked over and began roasting it while humming. "You do realize we're the only ones here, right..?"
"Yep." Angel adjusted her stick then pulled it out. "How's she look?"
"Terrific," Juilus replied, holding his person within the fire still.
They roasted in silence for a few moments, talking quietly but not commenting on the fact that their numbers were different. Kellie and Corey were missing but in their places were Rogue and what appeared to be the great Toad of the brotherhood.
Landon looked up from their fire then smiled. "Hello, Katherine. Want to join the Barbeque..?"
"If this was a real fire...you would all be dead...."
"I'm on fire. I'm on fire. I'm on fire...."
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