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Part Two: A Shift in Spirit

/Clan Chat\

Artie:
@ Nova
What in the world is taking you two so long?

Blair:
I should probably sleep before we have to drive for two hours tomorrow.

Lily:
I have literally been telling you and Rose that for two hours now.

Rosie:
But I can't sleep

Denza:
Jack and Nova aren't there yet?

Mir-Mir:
Hmmm. I wonder what's taking them so long?

@ Jack?

Jackie Boi:
Sorry @ Artie

We had to make a quick stop to get something.

Artie:
..................

Sure.

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Pitch stopped the car and we unloaded our things before going into the airport.

"Took you long enough!" Someone said as soon as we walked through the doors.

"Artie!" Nova jumped. "Don't sneak up on us like that."

Artie looked between the two of us.

"So, what did you guys have to stop for?"

"Happy Birthday!" Nova smiled and handed them the light blue box.

"My birthday is tomorrow..." he said, opening the box. "It's a blue cupcake."

"With yellow frosting! It's vanilla."

"How am I supposed to get it through security?"

"Better eat it quickly." Pitch commented.

Artie quickly started eating it as we moved on to find our chaperone, who was waiting for us at the airport Starbucks.

'Coffee!' Nova whisper shouted, taking her wallet out of her backpack before getting in line. I followed behind her as Pitch and Conri stopped to talk.

Five minutes and $5.95 later, me and Nova walked over to get straws to find Artemis taking napkins to get yellow frosting off their shirt.

"Do. Not. Laugh."

Nova held a hand over her mouth, her shoulders rising and falling a bit.

"I said don't laugh."

"I'm not!"

"Nova?" Pitch walked up, glancing once at Artie still trying to get rid of the now dried frosting. "A word please, dear."

"That's four words actually. But I suppose you want a few more?" When her joke didn't settle with him her expression shifted into a more serious look. "Yeah. We can talk."

They walked over towards the bathrooms, leaving me and Artie with our chaperone. A tall man with broad shoulders and rather unruly hair. Not that I could talk, since I hardly ever did more then comb my fingers through mine ever once in a while. He eyed us like we might tackle him at any second, stealing glances at we're Nova and Pitch where as if he thought they might disappear on top of that.