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Room 308, Wednesday Evening - Chilling Out

So that Umbridge lady seemed kinda mean, and Hermione certainly hadn't liked her very much. That was bad.

But how much trouble could a principal be? Really. Seriously. Besides, she and her Jude-dude had made up and therefore, all was right with the world. Plus Deadpool hadn't come looking for her yet about the car. That was a bonus.

So Rikku was sprawled out on her bed, humming to herself and bopping a little. And maybe looking over a ... letter. 'Cause tomorrow was Thursday and, well, no reason. Just, you know. Couldn't hurt.

Her door was wide open.

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Isabel embraced the subject change whole heartedly. "Not much actually. I've just been hanging out and occasionally working on my tan. Peter and I went to the beach last weekend. We had a nice time."

"Oooooh! I haven't been to the beach enough lately. Except in Florida, but that was mostly to blow things up." She grinned. "Which Peter? 'Cause there are a lot and a couple of them are in my cabin but one of 'em never showed."

"You should. The beach here is nice," she said, smiling a bit. "Peter Petrelli. Or Steve Peter per radio."

"Yeah, it's awesome," she agreed, smiling a little bit dreamily. "Oooooh, I don't think I know that one. We had a Peter Peventy or something, with a really cool accent, and a Peter Parker, who didn't show up, but I think that's the Peter who's another co-minion."

"He's a sweetie," Isabel replied, smiling even more. "As are the other two. They were both on StuCo with me last year. Really, really, really good guys."

"The accent-one seemed very nice and someone said he's a king, but he said I totally don't have to call him that or anything. I think he and Aravis know each other, from, like, before?" She shrugged. "And I'm still sad we didn't get to have a cage match. The minions, I mean. That would have been cool."

"He is," Isabel nodded. "But he doesn't make a big deal about it. And yeah, I think they do."

"What's this about minions?"

"That's kinda cool. Reminds me of Yunie, I mean, she's not queen or anything, but she's kind of ... you know. High Summoner Yuna and people bow and she makes them stop 'cause it's weird." She grinned. "Oh! The mentor thing? We got Deadpool. He calls me li'l minion and we were supposed to have a cagematch but it didn't happen yet which sucks because dude."

"I can totally see people bowing to Peter. But then I think about all the planning and stuff we've done for StuCo and it's not an issue." Of course Isabel also has a brother that's a king. But in her mind, he's always going to be Max first and foremost.

"A cage match? For fun? Why?"

"Yeah. I mean, Yunie's just Yunie, you know?" She smiled. "Too busy running around Spira with Tidus to be in charge or whatever they want this time. Oh! Did I ever show you? The pictures?!"

And then she laughed. "Because! You know! Weapons and barbed wire and going in there and ... sparring! Like with Deadpool only all NO HOLDS BARRED and messing things up, yeah!?"

"No! You didn't. I want to see the happy ending!" she gleed before shaking her head. "Obviously we have very different ideas of fun."

Rikku giggled madly as she hopped up and rooted through her desk. "My idea of fun is getting to take my Godhand out of storage and do some damage."

She found the pack she was looking for and it hit her again, so unbelievable. She might have been just a little bit teary-eyed - in a good way, though - as she handed the pictures over to Isabel. "There's ... there's other people in there, too, and all kinds of stuff from home, but ..."

But the top picture was a blond boy Isabel had seen before, standing in shallow water, his arms around wrapped around a slim girl wearing a kimono. Both looked like they wouldn't let go for anything short of a nuclear attack, and even that was iffy.

"See I get the whole idea of damage. I just don't want to wind up damaged myself." She shrugged, "It's stupid, I know."

Isabel took the picture and studied it for a long moment, smiling. "Wow. They look so happy. That's just perfect."

"It's not stupid. I, uh, I have ... I don't get banged up easy, and I don't mind kinda ... mixin' it up, yeah?" She bit her lip and looked at the pictures again. "They, uh, they just stood there and ... I couldn't believe it. It was like some strange fairy tale and I kept waiting to wake up."

She blushed. "Oh. And, uh, High Summoner Yuna says thank you and you shouldn't have and should you ever need anything, she's got your back."

"It's real," Isabel said. "And it happy and inspiring and just...someone gets the happy ending. That's what matters."

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