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She was ridiculously pleased that Adrian'd agreed to meet up with her. Yeah, he'd said she wasn't making him too uncomfortable coming around the boys' room so often, but she was mostly figuring he was just being polite there. And she definitely didn't want to make him feel awkward in his own room, not when he already had being in a new school to deal with. Having a random girl in his room probably wasn't making settling in any easier, and she really was sorry about that.

Maybe if she could explain things to him a bit, try to help him get settled in, it'd be better. And, really, Lizzie was mostly hoping she could make friends with him. Both because she liked making friends with people, especially with people new to the school, and because, well. The second reason was a bit selfish, since she figured it might be kind of less awkward if she was a friend visiting instead of just his roommate's sister.

But in any case, he'd agreed, and she was more than pleased to be heading out to munch on junk food and talk with him.

It didn't take Lizzie too long to reach the cafeteria, even without cheating and using her powers to lengthen her stride. Much. She made sure she was normal height before she hit the cafeteria, though.

Lizzie headed inside, scanning the students already there for any sign of Adrian. She smiled widely when she spotted him, and stood up on her tip-toes a bit to wave cheerfully at him before moving over to him.

Studying wasn't a problem for Jamie. All he had to do was pop out a couple of dupes, have them each read a chapter or two, absorb them, and boom, he knew stuff.

When it came to subjects he truly loved, though, he preferred to do things the old-fashioned way, which was why he was spending his Saturday night in the library, combing through the crime section. He was just doing a little side project for Forensics Club, not for a grade or anything, but researching the history of detective work was so fascinating that before long, his arms were full of books.

Which made things a little more awkward when, heading to check-out, he turned a corner and almost walked face-first into Warren Worthington chest.

"Oops," Jamie said, stopping short just in time. The books jumbled a little in his arms, threatening to spill.