WHO: Harry Dresden, those who wish to welcome him home
LOCATION: Around the mansion grounds
When: Start of the new semester
WHAT: Harry took off right after the Zombie event and hasn't really talked to anyone since. Now he's returning with some new scars, souvenirs, emotional problems, and a beard of sorrow.
RATING: B for Beard, and T for Take a
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She was lost in her own thoughts. Fred was informed about Christmas and she was also mourning the death of her parents who she just found out were killed. It seemed she was all alone in the world and stuck at this school. Of course she was grateful to Gunn, but she barely knew him.
Finally, when he was approaching the stairs, she slid over to let him by. "Sorry."
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The fact that this guy took the time out to sit down next to her meant something, even if she didn't understand it. It was probably why she didn't flinch when he did. She wasn't used to human contact. The fact that she made it through most of the drive with Gunn without spazzing said a lot.
Fred bit her lip, and nodded. "I just got here today, actually." She looked down at her fingers and sighed.
So this was Xavier Institute. She was still trying to block out the horrid memories of Wolfram and Hart when she looked up through the windows. It was prettier than the law firm, but then LA is a city, not that she ever got out. Despite being locked in doors for the better part of a year, here Fred was sitting inside.
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"I guess you can't really ask for more, huh?" She managed a weak smile before her face returned to its gloomy sort of frown.
So from the sounds of it, things were pretty normal here, despite the mutant thing. Fred wondered how she would do. She hadn't lived a normal life in a very long time. Though the mention of good food made her smile. She hadn't had that either.
"Oh!" Yes, in normal polite conversation, one introduced them. Fred flushed wildly and accepted Harry's outstretched hand. "I'm Winifred Burkle, but everyone calls me Fred."
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Sometimes he hated having to be such a bastard.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "If nothing else, there are people here who will protect you, and even teach you how to protect yourself if you want. We have some of the strongest mutants in the world living with us."
There were relatively few students in the school who had a normal life, and Harry definitely wasn't one of them, but they managed. Harry had a feeling she would be just fine.
Shaking her hand, Harry grinned brightly and said, "Well Fred, everyone calls me 'You Idiot' but I prefer just Harry."
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She idly scratched the side of her face, and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's been awhile since I've had to deal with other teens and school, let alone this whole concept of mutants. It's... it's a lot to take in." Fred said, leaning into the arm now around her. "There's just a lot to process and all at once."
She wasn't sure everything was going to turn out alright in the long run, but for right now, at least she wasn't running from the demonic law firm nor was she locked in some basement or being tested on. Right then she was sitting on the steps of a school where she was presumably safe. She met a friend and she was sort of starting to plan her life.
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"Yeah, I guess it is," Harry admitted. "Being a teenager is hard enough without having a school right out of a comic book. But don't worry, no one expects you to figure everything out right away."
And if they did, Harry would have a stern chat with them. Possibly from the other side of a shotgun.
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"I have a roommate. That's going to be different." Fred dug into her pocket and took out the sheet of paper. "Umm, Holly J Sinclair. Do you know her?"
He seemed like the type of person that knew everything about everything going on around the school. Maybe he knew her. If she knew a little bit about her roommate, she might not have that to worry about either. Because chances were, this Holly person was going to have a lot of crazy on their hands.
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