{Latin ^ meaning arrival.} Friday, January 28th, 2011 {Day 20}
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Meanwhile, early the next morning in The Argent Residence...
That early in the morning, the tranquility of the house is shattered by a piercing scream. However, Allison's cry of delight quickly follows, and she comes dangerously close to embracing Kate. From another room, Argent's voice echoes, calling out to Allison.
"Allison!" Kate shouts, stepping away from her, both of them laughing and filled with joy at seeing each other. Suitcases are scattered around the room as Kate had been unpacking her belongings.
Kate smiles, shaking her head, and exclaims, "Okay, I don't see you for a year, and you transform into a runway model? Look at you."
Allison scoffs, "I haven't even showered yet," she replies.
Kate nods, still smiling. "You're a show-stopper. I hope you have boys fighting for your attention, knocking each other's teeth out."
"I kind of have one," Allison admits, shaking her head slightly.
"You should have a million," Kate responds with a nod.
Allison gestures toward Kate's bags. "Do you need help with unpacking?" She reaches for one of the large black bags and pulls it out, but Kate grips her wrist suddenly, causing a snap that startles them both.
Kate's expression turns ecstatic. "Not that one," she says. Allison pulls her hand away from her wrist, rubbing it gently.
Kate lets out a sigh. "See what I mean? You grow up to be a stunning model, while I develop a Kung Fu death grip. Sorry for being so rough."
Allison smiles and rubs her wrist again as if to say, "No worries." She then asks, "Is your car working better?"
Kate exclaims excitedly, "Yeah! It just needed a jump start." As she enters the guest bathroom and closes the door, Allison looks up, wearing a puzzled expression.
That morning, during history class, Scott stands uneasily beneath his desk, his knees bouncing nervously as he anxiously watches the teacher approach, returning the graded tests one by one. Stiles moves in close behind him, whispering something to alleviate his nerves.
Meanwhile, Morwen leans back in their seat, letting out a soft yawn, feeling a sense of impatience building up as they eagerly await the results of their exam. They find themselves tugging on the sleeves of their grey Nike sweatshirt absentmindedly.
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