Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater!

I own my OC, Jamie Elliot and the OC Raissa Olive who will be an important and main character at the second part of this series. (I'm making it three parts!)

Thanks to all you reviewers, favoriters (I am aware of its not word status :D), and those who click on this for alerts!

Attention Warning!: This chapter will also have more pertinence towards the sequel.

Synk (I felt the need to reassure your bothering): Raissa is going to be a lot preppier than Jamie because she's used to refinement and what-not, don't worry, it won't be too bad. She bugs me a little too. That's the point! No Mary Sue's in this girl's story! No sir!

There would also be a word from Kid here, but he's too busy sobbing with joy.

Kid: "T-t-t-t-t-thanks! Alexa-heart!" (sob)

LDTK (Me): "Okay, I was wrong. Anyways, here's the last chapter! Sequel is next up!

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40. Spontaneous Betting

That next morning, Raissa was walking with Kid and Jamie.

"Its sort of weirdly nostalgic seeing her again," Kid commented, openly checking the Princess for symmetrical error. Jamie snickered, "Trust me, yesterday was fairly odd."

Mark, who was slouching next to Liz and Patti just behind the leading trio, scoffed. He'd been the only one to meet Hiro out of him and Jamie, and poor Raissa was as good as screwed. Especially with her "refinement is everything" approach at life.

What with her neatly done white blond curls, expensive black lace dress and stilettos, paid for nails and what-not. Raissa Garnaeu-Olive was definitely the stereotypical royal, and it made Mark want to barf.

DWMA loomed ahead, and Jamie secretly fretted about what Maka and the others would think about this pompous French fry. She didn't want to end up pissing everyone off, which was strange, because she used to do that for a living! Jamie Elliot smiled, realizing how much she'd grown fond of these people.

The fountain was in view, and Hiro was standing next to Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, Black Star, Crona, and Ragnarok (who was a part of Crona, obviously.) Raissa stood still for amount, as if assessing her new surroundings, which she probably was. That French girl was like a stinking cat.

Everyone looks. . . Well, as normal as what is to be expected. Raissa thought, curtsying to who-she-would-soon-know-as-her-meister, Hiro. "Bonjour monsieur, I am Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive, and I will be your weapon." Hiro's eyes sparkled as Raissa rose from her bow, and gave her a giant hug.

Jamie smirked and contained a giggle, Raissa being Hiro's partner had been a weird set up. Since the second school year was on the brink, Raissa hadn't had time to find another. Hiro was also going to get kicked out of the DWMA if he didn't find a weapon, so Raissa had graciously excepted.

Jamie had been honestly surprised. Raissa seemed kind of like the girls that used to pick on her, but then again she had a lot to learn about her.

She seemed to get along well enough with everyone, and hit it off particularly well with Maka on a debate about books. Soul just kicked back, being the chill guy he was, and occasionally responded with a "che" and a smirk.

"Hey Kid," Jamie suddenly said, as the French beau was enchanting the group, "I bet you 8 bucks that Raissa and Soul will hook up."

Death The Kid blinked at his girlfriend a few times, "What makes you want to do that? Make that bet, and lose a symmetrical amount of money?" Jamie smiled and watched the two basically emotionless people leaning against the fountain side by side.

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To be continued~~

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