fourteen | oo50 [voice]

[ When Xion arrived back home from a grueling month-long mission, the first thing she did was not check her journal. She headed home. Home, where Luke is. He'd been there, which was wonderful.

He'd also filled her in on all that she'd missed, which wasn't so wonderful. ]

It's scary, sometimes... how much things change. I missed so much while I was gone. I'm so sorry, everyone. I'm home now.

Sometimes, I feel like I've been here such a long time... maybe because it has been a long time. It'll be three years in November... won't it? I don't remember anymore when I got here... I'm pretty sure it was November. It feels like so long ago. Like lifetimes have passed since then. I've grown up so much in this place... and so many people have come and gone. [ Kairi.

A beat. ]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be rambling like this.

We're starting to get some New Feathers in, right? My name is Xion. I work at the clinic, I'm part of the S.O.S Brigade, and I'm head of the Kyoshi warriors. If you ever need help, you can come talk to me. I'll do anything I can.

Um... I guess I have one last thing I want to talk about. I've got a lot of points now from going on missions... what do you guys do with your points? Or what would you do, if you had them? I sort of know what I want, but I guess I'm looking for other ideas, too.

Thanks, everyone.

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It's been like this for a while, actually... I guess I just never mentioned it all like this before.

Hi, Draco.

Anything else you're hiding from us? Perhaps that you're also a master chef?

'lo. Where exactly have you been?

Well, my dad is... and I do like to bake! [ With a laugh. ]

On a mission! Weeks of combat training. But I got a lot of points for it!

[He has to stop himself from saying "You have a dad?" But at least he stopped. He's growing!] But are you good at it? That's the question.

...weeks. [Wow. That's...interesting.] Fantastic. Now you can buy something worthwhile. What's your current idea though?

Hehe. I could bake you something, and you could tell me yourself.

Well, I've been thinking of saving up for one of those special devices. The expensive ones that let you get out of experiments and kidnappings.

[Success.] I wouldn't be horribly opposed to such a thing.

[Hold it.] Those actually exist. They're really an actual thing?

Should I make it a surprise? Or do you have a request? [ Teasing, just a little. She's onto your game, Mr. Malfoy. ]

Um, yes. If you check the mission information the Malnosso left for us, it's all there.

Let's just put it on the record I'm a fan of caramel and chocolate. Just so we're clear.

[...oh. Duh.] I'm generally not too terribly interested in what they have to say if we're being honest.

[ She stifles a giggle. ] Noted!

Oh, um. I could show you, though ... I guess you wouldn't care. [ Again, with amusement. ]

Ah, but see, it'd be coming from you. Entirely different scenario.

How is that different...? [ An open laugh, this time. ] I guess when I bring you my mystery baking surprise, I can bring my journal too and show you!

[Because Draco's a doofus and likes Xion, clearly.] I think I like the sound of that.

Hehe. When are you free?

It's Luceti. I've a very busy schedule, but I can always make time for you. Now's good.

I need time to bake, you know! What about in an hour or two?

Two hours is your limit, Xion. Make note.

Hehehe. I got it! Don't worry, I won't be late. I'll see you later!

[ Shuts the book. SHE'S GOT WORK TO DO. ]

See you. [All right, all right. He'll just go back to doing his own thing...derping around with his Animagus form, nbd. Have fun, Xion.]

[ She is true to her word. She heads to Seventh Heaven to see her dad, and together they whip up something special. She's only running about ten minutes late when she knocks on his door.

The baked goods in question are currently hiding under a cloth which is draped over a plate. ]

[She can probably hear the light footsteps approaching the front door, and soon enough she'll be facing a tall blond British boy. He's more or less leaning on the door frame for support, but at least he offers something of a genuine smile. 'lo there.]

Bit late, aren't we?

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