Mordred, Vortigern, Demetria and Octavian
Mordred was chatting with Vortigern and a few of the other students, when he heard a 'pop' of a transportation, and then was hit by a falling body. He crumpled with a surprised oof. He heard laughter, a girl's and a guy's as the person on top of him sat up. Mordred's eyes widened as he looked into the eyes of someone he'd thought he'd left behind in England. "Feral?"
"Howzit goin', wolf? Dem, you don't have very good aim!" Octavian shouted at the giggling girl floating in the air above him.
"I have excellent aim, brother mine."
"And as always, excellent taste." He stood up, and half bowed. "I salute you, oh mistress of the teleportation arts."
"Be quiet, Feral, and let's get them adjusted to being near us again. Mordred, darrrrling, how have you been, mr no write no call?" Demetria sat in midair, and tilted her head to the side, grinning wickedly. It was slightly Matrix-y. She giggled and clapped her hands before performing a somersault. "We missed you so, darling boys. Tavvie's been quite inconsalble."
"Yes, quite, quite, woe is me. Oh, woe." Octavian was serious faced for a moment and then burst into laughter. "If you could only see your faces!" He collapsed onto the ground, laughing hysterically.
"Ignore him, we got him from a store."
"A very expensive one, don't forget."
"So...wow." Vortigern shook his head. "How, what, how?"
"Very good, Vortie love, glad to see you know your question words." Demetria clapped politely.
"What are your parents going to do?" Mordred hissed.
"Darling mater and pater? Frankly wolf, we don't give a damn," Octavian snapped. "They can burn in Dante's hell for all we care."
"What Octavian may want to say is, Mother and Father did *not* take it all well when they found me in the library one day reclining on air." Demetria sighed. "We decided that I would 'port to you, and then we would explore our options a bit more." She shrugged and then floated down to the earth, uncurling herself and stepping down onto the ground. "Tav." Her tone was very serious.
"Yes, my darling sister?"
"You don't have any shoes on. Again."
"And the point of this would be...?" Octavian crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow before flipping onto his hands and away from Demetria in a few backflips when she 'ported in next to him. He looked at her from his upside down vantage point. "Tsk, tsk. Mater would never approve.
Mordred and Vortigern were laughing their heads off. This had always been the quirky odd side of the blond twins that an upperclass upbringing had never managed to hammer out. "You two are exactly the same as when we left," Vortigern gasped out.
"Thanks, Vort." Demetria smiled before leaping into his arms and knocking him backwards. "We missed you. Life was hell. Can you say you found us and brought us home?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"We can ask the professor. You are mutants after all. Although your family could buy this place several times over, if it was for sale at all."
Octavian wrinkled his nose. "Don't talk of money, old boy. It's crass."
"Maybe for the people who have so much they have a fleet of accountants to keep the taxes inline."
"Mordred...you know that has never mattered to us. It didn't matter to you either, when we were clubbing. Should it matter now?" Mordred sighed, and then shook his head.
"It never really did, Dem."
"Oh good!" Demetria soared up into the air, blonde hair flaring as she stopped suddenly. "We really did miss you guys."
"Yeah, well, missed you two as well. Don't make me bloody well repeat it." Demetria laughed in delight. "Well, s'pose you two better come in and meet the professor."