Andrew
Pernilla didn't even know where to begin.

She had the file in front of her, pages upon pages in length, detailing every facet of the two people she was about to meet, and she still didn't know where to begin.

Haoran Wan, 17. Former residence: People's Republic of China. Apparently a mouthful, at least according to the evaluation of his personality she had on file. He wasn't one of Pernilla's kids - he was actually one of Oliver's - but Oliver had declined to be there for this conversation. It was no wonder - these particular things were quite grim to say to people who'd barely reached adulthood, much less seen the outside world.

All the more reason they needed saying, though.

She turned to the other file - the one that mattered. Craig Jones, 17. Former residence: United States. The boy with plants for hair. Apparently quite spacey, and spent most of his life suffering severe abuse because of his condition. They practically drank his blood. Poor child.

That they'd caught him early was no shock. The hair made him the single most obvious parahuman Pernilla had ever had to deal with. What *Was* A shock, however, was that he managed to get out. Apparently the people who had taken him were a cult - which is to say, total amateurs with no professional security experience. Craig was one of the lucky few of the unlucky ones.

All the more reason those things needed saying.

Pernilla color-labelled each page in a system she could remember, then left the files upside-down to avoid having the two peeking at each other's files. They'd be there any minute, after all.
Elwood
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"Perhaps they have something to tell you," 

As Haoran and Craig walked through the hallways to get to Pernilla's office, the two would be chatting idly, Haoran mostly on his phone before he tucked it in his coat's pocket as they got closer to their destination. It was apparently a call to have a meeting with the Augmenter handler, even though the Chinese knew very well he was an emitter. Why exactly his own handler wouldn't be there for the conversation was beyond him. 

"..And perhaps they'd rather have me there as well, whatever this may be - ah. Here we are." 

. . . 

*Knock-* 

 *Knock-* 

"Ms. Karlsson. You called?" 

A subtle yet noticable Chinese accent carried his words as Haoran called out the botanist's name. His hand gently gripped the handle of the door as he opened it slowly, a slight creaking noise echoing through the empty walls of the room. His eyes gazed upon the figure at the desk - Penilla Karlsson, someone who he wasn't *Entirely* Familiar with, but certainly knew. She was his English teacher after all, so it was hard not to remember her. Apparently he and Craig were called to her office, with little to no other detail given to him. He suspected that - with only Craig's handler being present - that the conversation would largely revolve around his roommate, though regardless he didn't refuse to show up. 

The door would be open fully, revealing the two students at the doorway. One hand behind his back (almost robotically), and one hand still on the door handle, Haoran would patiently wait for Pernilla to allow him to take a seat. His eyes would glance towards the taller figure in the room, gesturing silently for him to go in first. 

*After you.* 

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Theodore
Walking through the hallways with Haoran by his side, his head was buzzing with a million other thoughts, but the occasional sound of Haoran's words would distract him from the panicked buzz. He didn't know why he was called to his case handler's office and a million theories bounced about his head. 

"Perhaps they have something to tell you," 

"Likely so," He responded back. Walking down the hall, Craig already figured they would have something of importance to tell him if it required him to do it in person anyway. He was mainly afraid of *What* He was going to be told. 

Reaching the entrance of the room, his thoughts grew more loud and frantic, like a swarm of bees as a hungry bear approaches its nest. As Haoran opens the door and greets Ms Pernilla, his 4 words grounded Craig back to reality. 

Noticing Haoran's silent gaze, he awkwardly walked in the room and stood infront of Ms Pernilla. 

He was somewhat acquainted with the english teacher before this incident, being his teacher and case handler after all, but not well enough to be 100% comfortable around her. 

"Hello Ms Pernilla, you called for the both of us?"

He awkwardly hovered above the case handler, unsure of whether or not he should sit, stand or shake her hand.
Andrew
"I did." Pernilla nodded, trying a best to keep a smile on her face. She wanted the best for these two, and she was rightly afraid that too serious an expression might scare them - especially since she hadn't told them *Why* She wanted to see them. "Please, sit down." She gestured at the two ornate, padded wooden chairs she had set up for Craig and Haoran on one side of the old table in the center of the room.

She let them sit down, then sat down herself. "There's tea in the teapot if either of you would like some. You can go ahead and pour it yourselves, it's quite alright." She already had a cup, from which she promptly took a sip. "I think both of you are owed a little explanation of what's going on here. I'm sure it's quite tumultuous for both of you."

She cleared her throat. "As you know, Craig, your paranormal nature presents itself in a very visible way through your hair. That causes a few issues I need to discuss with you, and it's why I've chosen to assign you to a double dorm with Haoran - hence why you're here as well, Haoran."

She contemplated briefly where to start. It wasn't an easy choice. Start at the light stuff, or the heavy stuff? No, light.

"I'll start with the double dorm. Craig, I can see in your file that you can occasionally have some trouble with thinking and focus because of your hair. I've chosen to assign you to a double dorm because I believe it would be beneficial to you to have someone nearby in case things become worse in that department. Paranormality is quite a... Fickle thing, in that way. You never quite know when it's going to suddenly act up or change."
Elwood
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*A smile? Why is she happy? I doubt that she is a bearer of any good news.* 

Visibly confused momentarily as she gestured towards the seats, Haoran would maintain a consistently stoic expression as he took a seat with a nod. The seats were comfortable enough - nothing like the guest chairs that he would have to sit during his lengthy meetings with his father. Her atmosphere, the room, the hot tea just in arm's reach - It was barely like what he had expected when he discovered that his presence was to be summoned. It was only a few degrees warmer than his father's office, and yet he felt as if he could loosen his posture slightly. He didn't, though, opting to quietly pour him and Craig (regardless if his roommate said yes or no) two cups of tea. 

As she offered an explanation, Haoran would nod along, taking a sip of his tea quietly. Silently. As if he were erased from the room entirely. 

**"..And it's why I've chosen to assign you to a double dorm with Haoran - hence why you're here as well, Haoran."**

Another nod. It was like he had gone through this process a thousand times, regardless of the content of the conversation. Haoran looked like he was programmed to go through talks like these, his hands neatly placed on his lap as she spoke about Craig. The issue with his hair always invading his thoughts, how a roommate would be able to help him.. 

Help him? *Haoran?* He would be of no comfort. That was what many people had told him anyways - that he really was the last person that anyone should come to regarding support. Whatever Craig needed from him, he'd try his best to give, though his best efforts might as well amount to nothing at all. 

**"You never quite know when it's going to suddenly act up or change."**

What was she implying? What was she telling him, and what was his role in this conversation? Did he have to do anything? Numerous questions ran through his mind, none of which he bothered to tackle. Normally, his bluntness would urge him on to ask questions, but in situations like these no words came out of his mouth. 

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Theodore
Taking a seat next to Haoran, he relaxed slightly. The wooden chairs were fairly comfortable and the smell of hot tea calmed him slightly. The office was much brighter than what he was accustomed to back in Evelyn's cabin, the fluorescent lights were a bit jarring to his eyes. It was quite the opposite of what he was used to, the sterility of the bright office was miles away from the comfort of the warm, wooden cabin back home. 

Seeing Haoran pour him a cup of tea, he shot the shorter boy a sweet smile as a silent 'thank you'. He took a sip of the hot tea, almost burning his tongue as Ms Pernilla explained the situation. Craig nodded along, ignoring the thoughts bubbling up in the back of his head. 

"I've chosen to assign you to a double dorm because I believe it would be beneficial to you to have someone nearby in case things become worse in that department."

Craig nodded, he wasn't sure why he had to be assigned with a roommate at first, but in hindsight, he was very thankful he was paired with one. The presence of another being in his general vicinity was a great distraction from his thoughts and helped him concentrate much better. 

He was also very glad he was paired with Haoran of all people. He was very patient with the troubled boy and never made a fuss about the occasional trouble his hair would bring- even after a mishap in the first few minutes of meeting. 

"Paranormality is quite a... Fickle thing, in that way. You never quite know when it's going to suddenly act up or change."

Nodding, he subconsciously held onto his hair as if to control them. He mostly had control over the actions of his hair but they would occasionally act up, especially in front of new people and situations. It had only caused him an actual problem a few times in his life and was somewhat manageable for the most part.
Andrew
"On that note," Pernilla continued, "I have... I have good news and bad news." She sighed. It was going to seem like very, very bad news in the end, because it was, but she wanted to do her best to at least make it appear okay. Make the two of them feel slightly more comfortable with the arrangements she was forced to make.

"The good news, Craig, is that you've been incredibly lucky, and you've been given a chance at living a relatively normal life. Most of the time, people with parahuman traits this visible don't... Well, I'm very sorry to shake you both, dears, but most of the time, people in situations like yours don't ever get to see the sun. You're really very lucky to be where you are, and we're going to be doing everything we can to make sure you're going to be okay."

Then, there was the bad news. The very bad news. The kind of news you don't break to someone, and if you do, you break it in the most solemn voice possible. Pernilla braced for impact. "The bad news," She solemnly intoned, "Is that it's not gonna be easy. You need to understand that... You're... If you go outside, and someone sees your hair - there's a strong chance no one is going to see you again. Ever."