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In the midst of her picture taking, Taylor felt the grip of arms around her waist, and suddenly her feet were off the ground. Out came a highpitched scream as Taylor was lifted over the shoulders, face up, of a Mr. Camden Willis, her best friend. He had been stuck on one of the other buses when they were signed up, probably because her last name was far, far away from his, or maybe because his girlfriend was on the other bus. Either way, he had lifted poor little Taylor into the air, forcing her to scream like a teenaged girl.

“Cam! CAM! LET ME D-DOWNN!!!” It was hard to tell if she was amused, or terrifying, her voice gave barely any inclination. She flailed her legs, and Camden did nothing. “I don't think so, princess! You got an entire bus ride without us! I have to bother you a little bit!” Pamela, Camden's boyfriend, walked up just then, and with a laugh she removed the shoes off of Taylors feet, just to play.

“GUYS! PLEASE! Those are my only pair of walking shoes! PUT ME DO- Wait...” With her camera still around her neck, Taylor grabbed tightly around it and bent backwards to get a great upside down picture of a boy yelling “HERE!” She giggled, glad about the perfect timing that Cam and Pam had.
Always loving the fact that her two friends had rhyming nicknames, Taylor continues to flail, after she had gotten a few more pictures, and it resulted in her accidentally kicking Camden in the face.

[********, Taylor!” he yelled, using one hand to put it over his now bruised forehead. “Taylor, calm down!” Pamela rushed over to Camden, putting her hands on Cam's chest, the opposite peck that Taylor was being semi-supported with, and gave him a worried peck on the cheek. Camden was a former football jock at the same high school that Taylor had gone to, however, it still amazed her that he was into arts. He however, was more the type of guy to work with music than film. He played the guitar amazingly, and loved singing, he was even really good about it! However, the former jock bit made him a rather beefy guy, 6'4”! He was about a foot taller than Taylor, and six inches taller than Pamela. They had met Pamela in school, she was a psychology major, but she was so pretty that Taylor demanded her to be a model, and it just flourished from there.

Taylor swore, and in a rush started apologizing profusely for what she had done. ” Oh my gosh! Camden I'm SO SO SO SORRY! Are you al- WAIT ONE DAMN SECOND! I'm the victim here! PUT ME DOWN OR I'LL KICK YOU HARDER!” It didn't take much more convincing before she was back on the ground, however, this time Camden wasn't all that happy. In his anger, he chucked one shoe to the right, being quarterback it went quite a ways into the garden next to the museum, and one the same distance in the opposite direction. Pamela hit him in the chest, but Camden shrugged it off and dragged her inside.

The adviser of the group raised her hand and called that it was time to go in, and everyone started filing into the museum. Swearing, Taylor grabbed her purse and camera bag that she had set on the ground before Camden had rudely flung her into the air. As everyone went in, Taylor went scurrying through the bushes to find one shoe, kind of irritated that they had used wood chips as mulch, making her feet highly uncomfortable. She scrambled into one shoe, and scurried to the other side to get into the other shoe.

With a ream of swear words muttered under her breath, Taylor ran up the stairs, not minding the fact that next to everyone but the loners had gone inside already. However, something stopped her at the stairs. A single poster for a band; a band she had wanted to see live since she heard of their existence. Taylor's mouth dropped, and with one hand she pointed and let out an excited scream.

” All. Time. Low.”

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Never before had Katherine experienced such horrible, torturous pain. It was like her insides were on fire, but nothing was burning her. Everything had happened in such a blurr. One moment she was with her brother, Thomas, in the streets of Italy, the next moment she was in an alleyway with a bullet in her side. Thomas had been shot too, but where was she now? Katherine didn't have the energy, or the focus to get the energy, to look around, or even ask for him. It was obvious that she was hurting, but she couldn't make much of a sound. Her body was tightened into a fetal position, her eyes black, and from her mouth sounds of faded screams escaped. All she wanted was for the burning to stop, for the flames to be extinguished. Why couldn't the man by her bedside give that to her? Why couldn't he just kill her? It was easy to see that that was what she wanted, but why wouldn't he end her life?

She was coming out of it, her vision slowly viewable, her senses slightly flaring. The entire time her eyes had been open, but she hadn't been able to tell for everything was black. Every time she opened her eyes all she saw was darkness, nothing more. Now, she could see faint outlines, she could hear. The man next to her had her hand, something she had just noticed. In an effort to see if her body would respond, Katherine squeezed the hand that was holding hers, and her hand worked! Her burning heart did a small flip, even if there was next to no heartbeat left. That was another thing that she noticed, her chest wasn't moving as she breathed, her heart wasn't thumping, and her head wasn't throbbing. She didn't feel any pain other than the burning, it was like the human impact of her accident in the alleyway had been removed and replaced with fire.

Either way, Katherine was ready to get this over with, and after a moment, the flames were squeltering. She could feel the soft cotton fabric of clothing that they had put her in. Where were her mary janes? Where was her skirt? Her peticoat? Where was her purse!? Oh, not the trivial things were coming back. However, one question took precedent over everything else. Where am I?!? Katherine flickered her eyes, a single blink here, and then two more. Her eyesight was coming back, and she could see. It was as if she was seeing through pure water. Every dust mite she could see, every florescent bulb. And on the bed next to her, was her brother Thomas. He was already vertical when did he get up!?, but he wasn't moving. Thomas was as still as a statue, staring at the wall so that she couldn't see his front. He was silent, not a word.

With one thought, Katherine was vertical as well. Never before had she been that fast, that agile, that.... Awake after a nap. Then she saw him. A beautiful man sitting next to her bed, his hand still in hers.

”Who are you? What is going on? Where am I? And why does my throat hurt like the heat of a thousand suns? And why is my brother acting like a jackass!?” With her free hand, Katherine grabbed a pillow and threw it at Thomas, but he didn't even shake, nothing. Rolling her eyes, Katherine noticed the immense pain in her throat, and placed her hand on it to attempt to message it. However, when she saw her hand, it looked completely different. It was perfect. Her nails weren't bitten down to the tips, there was no scar from when she slapped Thomas and it scraped across his braces; there wasn't even a freckle. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Katherine looked at the man, and with one swift motion, her hand made contact with the side of his face in the hardest slap she had ever given. She didn't even get to think about it before her body did it. With eyes wide, she contemplated apologizing, but then again, she wanted answers more than an apology. With forceful words, as if she was batman talking to the joker, Katherine could just about set someone on fire with the angry glare she was shooting the one beside her.
”Answer me. Now.”

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Katherine had a hard time being mad when the man in front of her was so gorgeous. Every bit of him was flawless, his skin, his hair, his... Everything. It was ******** distracting that was what it was. What was it that dad had said once? The best way to stifle a womans rage was to distract her with something she liked? Yah... Oh gosh... Dad... .I wonder if they... If they think we're dead... Oh s**t.. mom... They're probably worried sick. Katherine's expression went to angry, but for a split second it showed a fliker of pain, emotional pain.

Katherine snapped back out of it as she watched the man readjust himself. Apparently her slap was a lot harder than she thought, and she was slightly amused when he almost fell out of his chair. However, she was glad that he still held on to her hand. It was a comfort almost, to be held onto, especially after the eternity (Or so it seemed) of being on fire.

However, when he opened his mouth to explain the situation, Katherine was not amused. Vampire? Who the hell does he think he's kidding!? Vampires don't exist. Neither do unicorns... I found that out the hard way. However.. Why would he tell me such a lie if it wasn't true? What motives would he have to lie? Running her tongue over her teeth, an old habit she had before, Katherine noticed something interesting. Her teeth were straighter, smoother, sharper than before. The feeling she loved before she was... “Changed” wasn't the same. A small look of disgust showed across her face, but it was turned into hunger as she remembered the pain in her throat when he mentioned thirst. She nodded when he asked if she remembered being shot, and of course she did, but.... She more remembered the fear than the pain. Regardless, she stared at him as if he was growing brussle sprouts out of his ears. There just wasn't a was on earth that she could be a vampire right? Right? Oh, hell, what would I know!?

When he got up, and let go of her hand, Katherine could feel the disappointment. She liked holding his hand. There it was again, the feeling of change. Under normal circumstances her face would have flushed a little, but nothing was there. Absolutely nothing. She was almost irritated at that. She loved the blushing. Wait... if I cannot blush, then does that mean that Thomas cannot either? Katherine shot a look at Thomas, and he still hadn't moved.

She shot the man a look when he said to follow, and without a word, Katherine got up. In almost no time she was right next to Thomas, right in front of him. She put her hands on his shouders, and kneeled down on the floor so that she could look up into his eyes. He was, well, beautiful. He didn't have the freckles on his face, he didn't have the scar under his eye from when Katherine beat him with a cattail, he was just as perfect as the man she was holding hands with. However, one big difference. Thomas's eyes were no longer blue, they were amber, and that frightened her. Not only were they amber, but they were vacant. It was like he wasn't there, like he wasn't thomas.

”Tommy....” Katherine shook him lightly, a pain in her voice. Thomas did that sometimes when he was angry. Maybe Katherine had asked to borrow his car and then ran it into a tree, maybe a girl had broken up with him, but he always was silent. However, normally he snapped out of it when she shook him. He didn't move.

”Thomas, we need to go with the nice man... Will you ple-...” Almost like a robot, Thomas stood up and looked over from Katherine to the man. In the blink of an eye, he was being the other guy, as if he was waiting for him to get a move on. His face was still blank, still lifeless. Katherine shot the guy a look of worry, almost as if to say “Does this happen often?” but she couldn't manage the words.

With a deep, unneeded breath, Katherine stood up and casually walked back over to the man, interlacing her hands with his.

”Who said you could let go? If you're the one that changed us, you aren't getting rid of us that easily, buster.” It literally took her a split second to snap back to normal, as if Thomas has been completely forgotten, but she just told herself that he would be fine.

She stared at the floor for a moment, her other hand playing with the fabric of whatever her captors had decided to put her in.

”I'm sorry I slapped you... I didn't mean to actually do it. I thought about doing it, I saw myself do it, but my body just listened too well.... Does that make any sense?” She looked at him, waiting for some kind of confirmation that she wasn't crazy.

”I'm Katherine, by the way. That's my twin brother, Thomas. He gets like this sometimes, but.... Never this bad....” She looked back to see her brother, still staring into oblivion as if he didn't have an ounce of humanity left. With a look of “I dunno,” she motioned with her other hand to let Matt lead the way, implying that she would follow without complaint.

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With deep breaths, Carson tried to calm himself, his attention going between focusing on breathing, and getting to the library without passing out. Holly wasn't really helping with him being so nervous, and practically everything she said was going straight in one ear and out the other. Maybe I need more coffee... Yes, that sounds like a grand plan... I'll get into the library, sit down, and get my coffee mug to get here. Stat. He watched as Holly's hips fluttered slightly, his eyes focusing between her small waist and her finger wagging in front of his face. In and out, in and out. Calm. Down. Closing his eyes for a second, the blush on Carson's face went down slightly, just enough so he didn't look so awful as he was to get into the library. His feet didn't move, but when Holly stuck her arm around his, and dragged him by the elbow into the library, his eyes shot wide open, his jaw gritting together. Think of something else. Think of that spell that Madame Burhke was telling me about... What was that spell... What did it do. Oh right. It was a spell to reduce the impact of a headache.....Iprophium.... Acetium... What was it? Oh crap..

His brain was barely connected to his body as Holly dragged him into the library, and he certainly wasn't going to be able to say much as Holly took him into his favorite place in hogwarts. He could hear his teammates saying things, and right as they turned the corner he heard Hiro say, rather irritably... that he wasn't there. Carson was immediately hit with a blow of shame. I am late. I should have been her a while ago.... But... The coffee smelt so good..... And I had to... ugh. No excuses... I was late... I should man up and be late.... Oh right, like I'm manning up and talking to Holly... And now I'm talking to myself in my head. What the hell is wrong with me!? Pinching him in the thigh through his pocket, Carson snapped more alert, hoping that Holly wouldn't get the wrong idea.

Into the library they were, and he looked down at Holly with a smile. ”S-sorry for run... Running into you.... T-thanks.....” Carson nodded his head, meaning for it to almost be like a bow of respect, but ended up turning more like fail head banging. Watching Holly leave, just for a second, Carson turned around and scurried over to his seat with the group. Mike, Elise, and Hiro were the other three in his group, the only one that made him nervous was Elise. Oh, no, not because she was a Slytherin. That didn't bother him in the least. More so, Elise was a girl, and all girls made him nervous. Not to mention the fact that she shared a name with his older sister, Elise Redding, who was a rather outgoing, outspoken woman who liked to whine and cry and put Carson in dresses. (Not something he would ever share with anyone but Lucas or Kieran.)

Taking a seat, Carson pulled out his wand, and a piece of paper from his pocket. It was the map, the exact same map that his other team mates had been looking at. He unfolded the piece of paper, the same paper that was looking horribly abused, and placed it on the table. It had several holes, and a few coffee stains, but considering the fact that it had been riding in his pocket since he got it, it was looking relatively good. Looking up at his team mates, he glanced at Mike, offering him a smile and a nod. They knew eachother from Head Student meetings, Mike was head boy in Hufflepuff and Carson was Head Boy in Ravenclaw. Carson always believed that Mike was a far, far better head boy than himself, but in some way Carson always thought that he deserved to be head boy for at least some reason, right? Maybe it was the fact that if someone was even marginally injured he could make them feel better than before they got hurt, or maybe it was because they knew he couldn't break rules, but regardless of the reason, he was head boy.

Pointing his wand at the points, Carson looked at each of them, hoping to get the conversation going after his absence. ”S-sorry for being late.... I have one... One theory about w-what this is... It's... It's a maze, right... Well.... There are colors... M-maybe they don't just r-represent where the teams are released...... Maybe i-it has something to do with like..... The Elements..... You know? L-like... Water... Fire... Earth.... And air? The colors k-kind of match up a little...With the corners.... And... Well...” Feeling like he was rambling on a little bit, Carson stopped, shut his mouth, and shoved the map back into his pocket rather slowly. I think I'm going to die.... This tournament is going to kill me. He glanced back up at them, hoping someone, anyone would step in and help him feel less like a fool...

”Th-that was m-my theory... B-but... What.. What did I miss?”



Currently Feeling: a little more calmer, even if Elise is there
Currently Wearing: This glorious, rather stuck up, outfit.

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Mornings were the only time of the day in which Jonah Johnson wasn't a blob of happiness. His alarm clock went off at 6 am, just like every morning, and he got out of bed, his toes curling up at the shock of the cold tile under his feet. Even in summer, Jojo was always cold, always breathing out condensation. For years, Jonah had speculated that it was because he was a ghost, and not actually human, so the blood wasn't circulating right, but everything else checked out. Regardless of the reason, Jojo scampered over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of socks and slipping his feet into them, haphazardly hopping around his bedroom in an attempt to put them on without stabling himself. With a small thud, Jojo accidentally knocked into his bed frame, his mouth clamping together as he attempted to silence himself.

After a moment of pulling himself together, Jojo stood back up, and walked over to his closet wearing nothing but his boxers and a pair of shorts. He was freezing, his hands rubbing together to create a bit of friction. Shoving his feet through a pair of dark jeans, Jonah made sure that he had the zipper pulled up, Don't want a repeat of last year, do you? I didn't think so. Plus, I'm a senior now, not some piddly little Junior...., and turned to look at his shirts. With his dark jeans, Jonah put on a white T-shirt, then a corduroy red plaid shirt, buttoned halfway, and a gray cardigan. Jojo was one of the few people that could get cold in 75 degree weather, but when heat went right through him, he needed all the layers as possible to keep things in. With his outfit put together, Jonah was finished in his bedroom.

Grabbing his backpack from the table next to his door, Jonah went to the first floor of the Johnson's small townhouse, stepping into the one room that he could truly call home. The kitchen. They had gotten it remodeled shortly before his mother died, and it looked like a glorified country kitchen, something Paula Dean would be very, very proud of. It was a little bit smaller than the famous chef's kitchen, but it would do, especially in the outskirts of New York.

He could hear the footsteps of his father, slow and heavy as he walked across the floor above Jonah. Hurm... Lets see... He's probably just getting his pants on, then shaving, grabbing his glasses, and getting dressed. With his finger, Jojo followed his father footsteps as he moved around the second floor. First the closet..., almost on cue, the folding doors of the closet swung open. Then the bathroom... Once again, Jojo was right. Footsteps lead across the second floor, taking his father into the bathroom.

Smiling and shaking his head, Jojo heard the footsteps of two more people on the first floor. Sounds like Ella and Taylor are up. He could hear the groans of one sister yelling at the other for taking the bathroom. It would be like every other morning for his fifteen year old sisters. They sure had gotten old fast, but what could he do, turn back time? No. that wasn't his ability. Not in a long run.

”Taylor, get out of the bathroom!”
”I'm almost done, Ella, just shut up and get dressed or something!”
”Taylor, you know I cannot get dressed without my makeup on! I don't know what I'm going to wear until afterward! It's the first day of school! Come ON!”
”Oh PLEASE, Ella, give it up! You're only excited because of the new Transfer student from England that Sam told us about. You don't have a chance, okay, English guys only like whore's who have horrid blond hair and boobs that have their own zip codes.”
”.................................................. I don't even know whether to be mad, or flattered that you care about me like that.......”

Jojo had to open the fridge and stick his face in it to keep himself from laughing at the horrible conversation he had just eavesdropped on. It happened every single morning. One sister would take the bathroom, while the other would get dressed. Too bad they could never get along very much, but he still loved them. They both took after their father, Peter, but Jonah took after his mother, Rachel. After a moment to stop laughing, Jojo pulled out the milk and the cereal, placing it on the table for his father. He stuck a poptart in one half of the toaster, and a bagel in the other for his sisters. Personally, he liked those little sandwiches from Jimmy Dean that had egg, sausage and cheese, so he placed that in the microwave for himself.

After a minute or so, everyone was downstairs. His father was sitting at the table, reading the paper and eating some cereal, while Taylor and Ella were eating there breakfast. It was one of the few times of the day where all of them were in the room at the same time.

“So, Jojo, any plans for senior year?” Peter asked, right as he took another spoonful of cereal. Taylor and Ella chatted about the future plans for their sophomore with such gusto that it was almost scary. It was as if they had their entire life hanging on just their 10th grade year.

Jonah shrugged, and took a bite of his sandwich, pretending to really give some thought into his answer.

“Honestly, Dad, I only want to graduate and get into culinary school or something. I don't want to be a super hero.” Mr. Johnson nodded, and gave his daughters a look of horror, a look that only Jonah could see, causing him to laugh. Taylor and Ella stopped in the middle of their conversation to glare at their older brother and father, only to be torn from their moment of revenge by the sound of their school bus coming.

With a few rushed yells goodbye, Taylor and Ella were off to public school, leaving Jonah to wait for his sky high bus. ”Well, Jojo, whatever you decide. Just let me know, alright?” Mr. Johnson smiled at his son, standing up to take care of his dishes.

”Of course I'll let you know. I couldn't not let you know.” That was one good thing Jojo had going for him, he knew what he wanted to do. If you asked nearly any other student at Sky High, or any other highschool, what they wanted to be, then would most likely say “I don't know,” but not Jonah. He wanted to be a chef, he wanted to know the inside outs of cooking, pastry baking, and anything involving a kitchen. There was only so much the Food Network could teach him.

With a smile towards his dad, Jonah went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and run his fingers through his hair. With his teeth clean, Jojo looked at himself, the relatively spiffy outfit helping him look a little bit less like a fail sidekick, but what more could he do? Being a sidekick wasn't nearly as bad as everyone thought, it was more the hazing behind being a sidekick. What would batman do without Robin? Seriously? You don't hear “Batman” nearly as often as you hear “Batman and Robin”! After a moment, Jonah scratched the back of his head, his fingers stopping midway to linger over the scar that ran from the base of his skull, down to his shoulder blades. It wasn't very noticeable, but it was still there, and he still noticed it every single day.

Jojo grabbed a small little box off the counter, one filled with about 10 black forest cookies for his friends. He had made them the day before, anticipating a few people wouldn't be feeling well. He put the box into his backpack, simultaneously checking to see if his pillow case was still there. (It was.)

Slipping on his white converse before he walked out of the house, Jonah yelled a farewell to his father as he went to go hop on the school bus. It would be his last, first time on the bus for a new year. No more Sky High after this, from now on, he had to think of the future.



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Jojo got off the bus, the mass amounts of people showing off their powers had lost a bit of it's amazement since freshman year, but every so often he would see a freshman with amazing abilities. Just then he witnessed a small freshman girl run all around the floating island in two blinks of an eye, and a different freshman boy making a bouquet of flowers appear out of nowhere. It was for sure going to be an interesting year, but never did he think it would be this crazy.

Making his way to the Auditorium, he quickly found Mac, but something was up. His normally optimistic look turned into an expression of concern as he made his way over to her. He floated up to her, making it look like he was walking, but being about an inch above the bleachers to no one would feel his movements, especially Mac. With an attempt of a smile, Mac took a “seat” next to her, floating about an inch above so he wouldn't disturb her.

He swung his backpack into the front of him, pulling out the box and opening it, waving it towards Mackenzie as an open invitation to take one.

”Black forest cookie, Mac?” Jojo knew better than to ask what was up, so he did what he did best, feed people. Offering her a smile, Jonah secretly scanned the crowd for Aaron or Mo, but after not seeing either of them, he just shrugged and kept with Mac, hoping he wasn't bothering her. ”Can I get you anything, Mac? his voice was a little quieter than normal, and a little slower. Since she had a barrier up, he couldn't get that close, but he could get close enough for her to see the delicious peace offering in a colored cookie box.

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Mornings were her favorite part of the day, watching the sunrise in a quiet apartment, where people are semi-free from serious emotions. Alice was asleep when she woke up, so was Scott. Felicity couldn't have asked for a better morning. Slinking over to the bathroom, Felicity started on her morning routine; a hot shower with lavender and orange blossom oils, and washing her hair with fine shampoos so not to damage it. For as long as she could remember, her family had been blond. Her parents, her grandparents, her older brother, everyone. However, normally their hair darkened as they got older. Felicity's had been that rich, white blond color for as long as she knew. It was her trademark, her signature, her everything. Once a friend had photoshopped a picture of her to see what she would look like with dark brown, or even black hair, and Felicity almost cried, it was so terrible to look at.

After the shower, Felicity swung her hair back and forth, towel dried it, practically everything before taking a blow dryer to it so it wouldn't get overly damaged. With damp, not dripping, hair, Felicity walked into her room and got dressed, putting on a simple blue dress with a cardigan, accompanied by a thin white belt for around her waist. Back into the bathroom, Felicity quickly brushed and flossed her teeth, nothing but perfection for the first day of her senior year. For Scott and herself, it was their last year of school, but for poor Alice, she would be all alone. Felicity still wasn't sure what she was going to do, since her powers were less than offensive, and barely defensive, she would be more than a waste on the battlefield. The only thing she was really good at was her music, and that was what she intended to do, if time served her well.

Felicity and her older brother John had been playing together since they were little. John learned how to play guitar while Felicity played violin. When Felicity was fluent in the violin, even if she played many other instruments, her grandmother would invite some of her friends over to the house to listen to her granddaughter. Felicity always got nervous, always before a show. Her hands would get sweaty, and she would start to shake, her eyes would even tear up. The crowd was almost never more than fifty people, all country club goers that Madame Sinclaire would invite over. It was almost a routine for Felicity, that before every performance she would throw a fit, cry a little, or insist that she wouldn't go on stage. ” What if I mess up?” “What if they don't like it?” Constant questions that ran through Felicity's mind when she was younger, but every time her brother Johnathan would comfort her. He never had quite the knack for music as she did, things didn't come easily to him, but he would practice and practice all the same. One performance, a Christmas show, Felicity's grandmother had invited the entire country club, and their relatives. The hall was full of over two hundred people. Eleven year old Felicity only had Alice and John back stage to comfort her, but even after three months of practicing the music, she was still really nervous. Then, before she could stop him, Johnathan grabbed a microphone from backstage, and walked onto the stage with a grin. He said hello to everyone, stuck the microphone into its stand, and sat at the Piano bench. It was the most amazing thing ever, he just started singing “Walking in Memphis” by Marc Cohn. That one performance gave Felicity the strength to never be nervous in front of an audience ever again.

That was six years ago, and Felicity had done dozens more shows just like it, all in the New York or Chicago area. She was the little instrumentalist, playing piano, violin, clarinet, flute, and guitar. Now, she stuck only to violin, guitar, and piano, she still had a gig here and there, the ones her grandmother booked for her. Though, now that she was a student at Sky High, and her parents knew she was a super, Felicity attempted to keep a low profile, she toned her concerts down to three a year. Her last concert was in mid August, just a small summer concert in Central Park, nothing booked, just something to do with her friends. She opened her violin case up, and made almost eight hundred dollars in just three hours. It was the only thing she was good at besides mothering, and modeling, and no way was she going to model for the rest of her life.

With her clothes on, Felicity washed her face, rubbing it clean with a fresh washcloth before applying her makeup. Simple, eyeliner and mascara, with a tad bit of blush to add to her cheekbones. Turning on her straightener to heat up, Felicity blew dry her hair, keeping her bathroom door closed as not to wake up Alice or Scott, that wouldn't be good, considering that Alice would not be happy, forcing Felicity to be unhappy, which would ruin her perfect day. Felicity was not going to let that happen, not at all. Throwing her hair up into a braided bun behind her hair, Felicity straightened her bangs, leaving some longer strands out from her braid to shape her face. With a splash of perfume, Felicity was done. She turned off her straightener, unplugged her hair dryer, and walked back into her room. Grabbing her large, cloud shaped backpack, and her itouch, Felicity skipped out of her room.


Felicity was never the best cook, so for the past few years of her living in New York, she had gone out to eat for breakfast. Usually to get a bagel, which is exactly what she was planning on doing this morning. Her usual was an aseago cheese bagel with tomato basil cream cheese on top. She went in there so many times that she knew the cashier by name, and they even had her order in the toaster oven by the time she walked in. A fresh hot bagel was all she ever wanted, and that was exactly what she got. However, this morning there was a line, a very, very long line. Looks like it was intern day at Wall Street, considering she never saw this many people here. Looking at the cashier, Marilyn, Felicity gave her a look that said “Where did all these people come from!?” Marilyn shrugged her shoulder, and gave an apologetic look as she motioned to the end of the line. Quickly putting her earbuds in to wait in line, Felicity put on some happy tune to override whatever emotional person she would be stuck behind.

In front of her was a very, very tall man in a business suite, yacking away on the phone. He was mad about something, maybe it was his day, maybe it was the fact that his son had just been stuck in jail or his daughter had been caught smoking a bong. Either way, Felicity didn't like his attitude, for it was rubbing off on her. She could feel that he wasn't very happy, and it was making her unhappy. She fidgeted with the straps of her bag, sighed, and huffed impatiently, the man on the phone turning back once or twice to give her a dirty look. She rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh as they waited for the line to move. After about ten minutes, eight minutes longer than she expected, Felicity had her bagel in hand, and was enjoying her first bite. Marilyn smiled, and handed Felicity a coupon for a free bagel. Even if she was dirty rich, the thought made her day, and the bad mood Mr.Suit-Man had given her was now gone.

Felicity went back to the apartment, hoping to see Alice and Scott awake, but it turns out that they had both already left. Squealing with worry, Felicity ran as fast as she could down to the nearest Sky High bus stop. Luckily enough, there was still a bus coming, one she got on and was able to get a seat. She didn't care that it was in the front of the bus, she just didn't want to miss the first day of class. With her itouch playing Rob Thomas.

Getting off the bus, Felicity was one of the first to step onto campus, her feet scampering her off to the school, while the freshman gaped at the abilities of the Seniors who liked to show off. It only took her a moment to run into the auditorium, and another moment to toss out the napkin from her Bagel. She kept her earbuds in, focusing in on the music as much as possible so she wouldn't be influenced as much. However, when the first figure she recognized was Maverick, Felicity couldn't help but stop.

Felicity walked over to him, and gently rested her hand on his arm with a smile. She looked up at him, her 5'3” figure seeming miniature compared to his 6'2” stature. Felicity opened her mouth to say something, but nothing could come out, so quickly closing her lips, Felicity ran off to go visit with Alice and Scott.

”hey guy- Mary Anne, what happened!?” Felicity felt Alice's irritation, which melted the smile from Felicity's face, her mind absorbing Alice's anger. Fel ruffled her brow and looked around the auditorium. She spotted Finn, and threw him a wave. Felicity was pressed to go say hello to him, but she was already with Alice and Scott, and running away without barely talking to them would be rude. Fel took a seat next to Alice, and pouted with her, hoping that Scott might be able to cure both of them from their bad case of the frownies.

[Volthaire]

INTRO POST

“Jojo!” Lauren called from the hallway, barging the door open into Jonah Kingston's room without even considering his privacy. Not that it mattered anyways, they always did it. Both Lauren and Emma, barging into his room whether he was in his boxers, with a girl, or otherwise. It happened in that family, so he was used to it, but that didn't mean he wasn't greatly irritated by it. Jonah had basically spent every morning since his 5th year sleeping in, spare from when he frequented his friends houses, but even then they stayed up late nights and woke up late as well. However, today was a day he couldn't sleep in, so he had actually requests his family get him up on time. “Jonah!” Lauren said, now about six inches from his ear, a hint of mischief in her words as she spoke. Rolling over, Jonah groaned, obviously wanting to sleep more, but that wasn't going to happen. “Jonah, I'm counting to three, if you don't toss those covers off in three seconds, I'm going to enact sibling agreement 334.” The sibling agreements were things that his sisters had enacted as a joke for when he was little, because both of them were at least 8 years older than him, they could outsmart him before he could even walk. Lauren was 24, engaged but living at home until the wedding. Emma was 28, married with two sons, and another son due in about a month, but she was visiting to send her younger brother off to school. The sibling agreements didn't actually mean anything, but 334 basically meant that if a sibling is requested to wake another sibling out of bed, then they are not allowed to be mad if said sibling gets harmed in the process. Considering that Jonah's older sisters both had lives, it was usually him that always got the short ends of the sibling agreements.

“Three.....,” Lauren started to whisper, purposely making is to that Jonah wouldn't be woken up from the count down, “two...... ONE!” Lauren screamed, tearing off the blankets while throwing the bucket of ice water mixed with milk, oil, and pop rocks onto him. It sizzled, oozed, and made Jonah move faster than he would if he was in a quidditch game.

“HOLY MOTHER OF NIT PICKING SUGAR BISCUITS!” Jonah thrashed in his boxers, the liquid soaking his bed, his hair, everything, simultaneously making Lauren hold her sides from laughing. Jonah looked at his sister, or to better describe it, sent her a death glare, as he slid out of bed. The liquid dripped onto the floor, onto everything, still popping in his pants as he squished across his room, into the hall.

“AUNTIE LAURENNNNN!!” Harver, Emma's five year old son yelled as he saw Jonah coming out of his bedroom. “You were s'posed to wait for meeee!” Harver was the youngest in the family, Jonah's favorite kid in the world, but they all loved playing pranks on each other, and Harver just loved to watch anything that happened to Jonah, even helping out a few times.

“Sorry about that, Harvie! I didn't know where you went and Jojo had to wake up for school!” Lauren leaned against the door, one hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh, the other around her stomach as she laughed. Jonah looked between each of them, grumbling something about revenge. “Sibling 334 clause, Jonah! You can't do a thing!” Calling out after him, Lauren kept laughing, even if she knew damn well that no one actually honored any of the so-called 'sibling clauses'. Emma waddled out of her room, one hand on her pregnant stomach, the other on her head.

“What's going on here?” Emma said, obviously having been woken up by the commotion as well. Her husband, Vincent showed his face behind her, shirtless, and basically in the same state of dress as Jonah was. It normally bothered Jonah to see his sisters with their prospective boyfriends, but they were both great guys, Vincent and Carter, so he got over it. “Oh, I just dumped a messy concoction of whatever I found in the fridge on Jojo to get him out of bed. I warned him, but he can't be missing the train!”

Jonah slammed the door without a word, obviously unhappy, but more upset that he didn't get to sleep than the fact that he was covered in goo. From the shower he could hear conversations between his family members, all of them cleaning up the mess. That, luckily for him, was an honored part of the 'sibling clause'. It was something along the lines of 'If it is your prank, you clean It up. You do not force the victim to clean up what you've done to their things.' Not only did it protect the victim, but it also made the prank-ee think twice about the prank. The more work it was to clean up, the less likely it was to transpire. He got himself cleaned up, watching the oddly colored pop rocks that were stuck in various places to his skin sink down the drain.

Everything was packed, his clothes, his uniforms, his badges, his brooms. Absolutely everything was there for him, something he did last night as to his parents orders every year. It helped, definitely, since Jonah was a horrible monster in the morning, and it just meant one less thing he had to do before school. Grabbing a piece of bread from his bedroom, a stale piece of something that he had left there from about four nights ago, he shoved parts of it into his mouth, just letting it hang there. Jonah had a dreadful oral fixation, meaning that he almost always had to have something, anything in his mouth at one time. Usually it was gum, or candy, but sometimes it was bread, keys to his house, the tip of his wand, even a few of his books. One of his text books was so chewed on by the end of the year, that his teachers were wondering if he was part dog, considering that nothing was legible anymore, pages were missing, and the leather cover had small holes in it. Because of that, Jonah usually kept gum on his person at all time, but sometimes... Just sometimes it would run out, and he needed something to shove in his trap.

With his trunk in hand, Jonah dragged it downstairs, the thud, thud, thud of the luggage sure to wake anyone up that wasn't already awake. Little Benette was probably still asleep, he was two years old and Emma's current youngest, but that was bound to change very soon. Benette and Harver were Jonah's favorite people at home, because he could do anything ridiculous and they would never tell him to grow up. One time he started chewing on a lamp in front of his newphews while playing imaginary dinosaurs. Emma and Lauren were definitely right, though. Jonah was just an over grown 5 year old.

”Good morning, sweetie!” Jonah's mother came and said, bringing her baby boy into a hug, and dragging him down to her level so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. They were in their mid fifties, both thinking that they were done with kids after their two daughters. Jonah was a complete surprise, but he never felt like he was left out or anything, considering that his family was absolutely wonderful, if not a tad on the poor side, but that didn't matter. Every seam in the Kingston household was bursting with happiness; It was somewhere safe, somewhere where anyone having problems could go. His mother. Mrs.Kingston, was a half blood witch, Jonah's grandmother a muggle born; while his father, was a muggleborn. Luckily for all of them that they stayed together, through three kids in Hogwarts. Jonah admired his parents more than anything in the world, but all in all, he was a true mama's boy. His father was still getting the hang of being in a wizarding family, but you'd think that after 30 years he'd get used to it. Not quite. ”I hear that your sister gave you quite the wake up call! Good for her! If anything you'd have missed your train! I don't want a repeat of last year, alright Jojo! That was far, far too close of a call. It was 10:55 when you were running through to the platform! Never again! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” The previous year, Jonah had set back all the clocks in the house so that it was two hours earlier than expected. It wasn't until half an hour before the train left that the family realized what he did, and everything turned into a panic.

”I know, Mother.... We're on time, I'm awake and I'm bustling and everything will be alright! I just... I need to move, I need to run around the house a million times or give Harver a piggy back ride while he tries to hang off of me upside down.” Jonah jumped up and down, in a circle, in front of his mother, who was giving her son an exasperated smile. Jonah almost had more energy than his 5 year old nephew, that was for sure.

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At the platform, Jonah's single trunk packed, the entire family was there to see him off, even little Benette. Giving each of them a kiss, Jonah hugged his parents last, finishing off with a kiss on his dear mothers cheek. They all waved goodbye, his mother spending extra time on him as he jumped onto the train. In his pocket, his phone vibrated, a text from Doll House- Which is how Jonah had Kendall labeled in his pone- telling Jonah to meet him in the prefect car for duties. [******** herded sock monkeys..." Jonah swore to himself, shoving his phone back into his pocket without responding. Kendall knew by now that Jonah hated having a phone, something about the lack of one on one contact or whatever.

On the train, Jonah shoved his things into a random compartment, not worried that anyone would steal them, not when he had pinned his prefect badge onto his T-shirt. Something about the badge made him feel powerful, important. On top of that, as Quidditch captain, he felt even better about his position at hogwarts. Though, both of them perplexed him, considering that he was terrible at following the rules, let alone enforcing them, but Jonah guessed that the headmaster and other professors saw him as a leader, someone to follow. Just thinking that the teachers thought so highly of him, despite his grade, made him feel quite a bit better about his situation at school.

Turning the corner, Jonah instantly saw Sam, and a smile lit up on his face. He went running, literally shoving the other students back into their cars as he went after her, engulfing her into a hug that would strangle anyone else. "SAM!" he called, her being one of the few people that he only used the nickname with in person. Sam, well, she was Jonah's best friend, up there with Kendall, Kelso, and Winnie, but Sam, well, she was his. Not that they were dating, oh no, but they were inseparable. If Jonah wasn't so terrified about ruining their friendship, he would have kissed her right then and there, but he had no idea if Sam liked him in the same way, and what they had, well, Jonah never wanted to ruin that. Ever. With a goofy grin, Jonah kept his arms around her, just lightly tossing her back and forth in a hug, thinking to himself I could kiss her. I could kiss her right now, in front of everyone... I... No, I can't. I wont... I shouldn't... I shant.... A blush crept up on his cheeks when he finally let go, looking into her face with a grin, hoping she wouldn't notice his rosy face. "Sam, my dear, I have to go do prefect things.... Whatever that means... I tossed my stuff in a compartment two doors down, so go- Go my pretty! Claim that compartment and I will return!" Jonah threw his arms up into the air, as if he was pretending to quote shake spear, before patting her on the side and slinking by to the prefects compartment.

Jonah grabbed a piece of leather from his pocket, something his mother got Jonah's nephew Benette to chew on, but Jonah stole it to much of her chagrin. Into the prefects compartment he went, where both Dream House and Petal were. Piece of leather in mouth, he threw the doors open, his arms in front as if to announce that the most important person in the world had entered. "No no! No need to get up! Keep your seats! I know you've been waiting for me my lovelies, but I am here! Why I'm here, I have no idea but umm.." Jonah was obviously referring to the fact that he was a brand new prefect that year. "Good to see you both!" Jonah took a seat next to Winnie, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as if they were a couple, but that was just how he was, flirting with everyone he wasn't serious about, and being worried about the only girl he was.

"Winnie, my little flower, here with Dream House already, I see. Well, since I am new to this... prefect ho-down, what exactly am I supposed to do? Dream House, I get into enough trouble to get me expelled, yet now I'm a prefect. Care to shed some light on this situation, because I am completely lost. How in merlins beard did I become a prefect? Hurm? Is it because of my charm, because I wont hold it against anyone if that's why."