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Dea Slate and Sloane Rissanna
We balance each other out
Thu Oct 7, 2010 8:17pm

Dea Slate and Sloane Rissanna had never met. However, they both did happen to sit down at the same table at the Opening Feast, to encounter a right fresh-looking newcomer.

Slate perked up immediately at the chance to show someone the ropes. His way. "Just name the grossest thing you can think of, and your food shows up. It's kinda like our secret password."

The speech meant very little too him. He wasn't excited about Prof. Locke taking over Ninth. . . she never let anything get out of hand, and gave out more detentions than all the other teachers combined. Last year he had almost gotten really mad in her class, and didn't do homework for a week out of spite for having been given so much. She was going to be a huge hassle as his head of house. Other than that, he didn't want to hear about someone else getting to turn into a giant squid if it wasn't him. And he didn't care about any of the professors.

Sloane, however, diagonal from him, already having whispered to her plate to present her with a portion of wasabi ahi tuna, sat chewing quietly beside the newcomer. She didn't answer his question, still pondering over the speech. If Locke was Head of Ninth, their parties were over, and that house would be a lot harder to infiltrate. Anderson in Quesne, though . . . Well, suddenly a lot of doors swung wide open. Furthermore, Abigail Greene could now turn into something. Sloane wanted to know what. And Grace was distracted and morose. Winchester was distracted and beaming.

And now Sloane's mother was talking about a double wedding, herself and Damon Clay with Dominic and someone-or-other. That kind of talk she hadn't been paying attention to. Her mother had noticed her disinterest and tried to console her, offering, "If you two need time apart, you can live in the villa in Marseilles and he can vacation in Brest."

Sloane had almost interrupted that she liked the house in Brest better, but villas in France seemed like a trap into that conversation. She didn't even know how far along the planning was, IF it had even gotten that far, but suspected that she'd be attending her own engagement party this Christmas.

"Why don't I know you?" Slate demanded of Sloane, suddenly, bringing her head over to peer at him. But she shrugged, neutrally, and looked in the other direction. He eyed her suspiciously and then looked back over at the new kid. "I'm Slate," he offered, waiting for the boy to order food.

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