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Room 312, lateTuesday afternoon
After Reserves, Dinah headed back to her room and pulled out the music book she'd bought a week or so ago, and settled in to practice learning to sight-read, shutting the door so as not to bug anyone too much.

The do re mi fa so la ti do would still probably be audible as you got closer, though.

[door is shut, but post is open, and door will probably be open again soon.]

Dinah grinned at him. "I think he's a really good guy. He's blond, has pointy, really long ears--" She gestured so he got the idea. "Likes energy drinks and running around as much as me, and he's kind of an explorer, like Illinois Smith, back at his home." She grinned. "He doesn't talk, really. But he doesn't mind me reading his mind to hold a conversation, so..."

"Guess super-powers can be pretty handy, huh? Especially when meeting cool guys who don't talk."

He grinned. "Should I keep an eye out for him and hassle him about you?"

Dinah snickered, then stuck out her tongue. "You won't get a reaction, mostly. I'm guessing, anyway. But you can try." She shook her head, cuddling a sleepy Camille closer. "He does blank-faced really well. Except to me." She made a face. "I never told Matt about the powers. Maybe, if I had... Anyway. This is nicer. A lot less complicated."

"Yeah," Jaime nodded. "I bet trying to be open and... you know... close to someone when you were hiding something as big as that would be hard." That had been one of the great things about Traci. No secrets.

"Yeah," Dinah said, her voice a little more subdued. "I mean, when I go back to New Gotham..." She looked up. "It's not like Jono's world, where people with powers are just hated. But we're kind of an urban myth, you know? And there's only a few of us. But some of them make the news for committing crimes, so mostly we keep a low profile." She swallowed. "It'd take a good long while before I trusted people there with the truth. It's part of why I love this place. I don't have to pretend."

"I can see how that would be a perk, yeah." Jaime had been thinking about that. And the Scarab.

He still wasn't comfortable with everyone knowing about that, though.

"But, I've got another seven months 'til graduation, and maybe some time in the summer after that," Dinah added. "So. Reprieved until then." She shrugged. "Hopefully I'll be ready for it. It feels like it's coming up too soon, now that I'm actually a senior."

"Yeah, wow, seven months isn't long at all. And then you're on to bigger and better things."

"Theoretically." She grinned. "Well. I'm going to go to college now, I guess. I need to take the SATs. And try to get into Gotham University. Criminal Justice. Computer fraud. Investigations. All that stuff." She reached out with one toe to push the cookie tin closer to him. "And you go on to dentist school."

"B.S. in biology, then on to medical school, yeah." Jaime grinned. "I'm nowhere near the end of my schooling."

"Good luck with that." Dinah mock-shuddered, then grinned. "I think this place has prepared me for college in that I don't have to be anywhere all the time. It's good that way." She hummed under her breath, in tune with Camille's purr. "That and all the training. It's great like that." She looked up at Jaime again. "And the people are pretty cool." She dimpled at him. "But you already know that."

Jaime laughed. "Yeah. But how did you feel before I got here?"

Dinah laughed, then lowered her voice so as not to wake up her cat. "Ohhh, you wait 'til an invasion, Jaime. Then we'll see who's snarky and carefree. Ha." She poked at his foot with one toe. "Juuust wait." She kind of hoped it would be a while longer, for his sake. Maybe 'til after Homecoming? That would be good.

"Ooooh, spoooooky." Spoken like someone who hadn't been through a Fandom invasion.

"You'll see." Dinah smiled, even if her eyes were serious. "Anyway. That stuff happens, and you really get to see how cool people can be." The mischief came back. "Even if they're not Mr. Jaime Reyes of El Paso, Texas."

(no subject) - weldedtomyspine, 2009-09-30 04:36 am (UTC)(Expand)