Rima lifted her head off her backpack, as a comfort blanket, when she heard something land on top of her desk. At first, she didn’t touch it. She just stared at it with wonder and her brows pitched together in confusion. Her hand cautiously reached for the box that contained all the school’s property and touched the phone first. She tried to turn it on and experiment through the odd technology whereas her older brother got to work immediately.<br/><br/>Arun wrote in his information upon being the first to touch the laptop.<br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;">Name: Arun Maaz<br/>Age: 17<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Likes: Nature walks, being active, and friendly to others. <br/>Dislikes: Ignorance, being unchallenged, and the word ‘whatever’ in a certain context.</dd></dl><br/><br/>Finally, his eyes and fingers moved to the next part of the section; the rules. His brown eyes easily scanned over to read most of the list until he checked over at his sister, since he wanted to see if she was doing okay. Only to find she was still on the newest phone she could get her hands on. “Psssh.” Arun whispered to her, so he could grab her attention.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it did. Rima’s eyes dragged away from the screen and gave a light smile towards her brother. “Yes?” She whispered back.<br/><br/>Arun scooted his desk closer to hers then placed the laptop on her desk, even though she had her own. Hers was left untouched at the moment. “Read the rules.” He ordered, but when Rima looked upon him he was trying to hold back a chuckle.<br/><br/>Pondering Rima took the time to read the rules quietly to herself. A few seconds passed and a giggle slipped from her lips. Arun watched her reaction in amusement. The two leaned in close, as she whispered back in his ear. Only the two of them could hear their conversation. “I don’t understand how they ground you here?”<br/><br/>Arun nod his head in agreement as he continued to hold back his laughter. “Same here.”<br/><br/>“What is this a Catholic school?”<br/><br/>“And what do you know about Catholic school you grew up in a Mosque establishment?”<br/><br/>Rima stared at him with her hands on her hips and trying to look pissed off, but her smile said otherwise. “Hello! I went to public school for over ten years, with normal people, before coming here you dork.” Arun still glared at her, skeptical, awaiting for an answer. She sighed and dropped the act. Her response still in a whisper. A personal discussion only for them. “I went to Martha’s Quinceanera while you were gone during a semester here. She goes to a Catholic church.”<br/><br/>“Oh.” Arun murmured with his facial expression dropping at the same time.<br/><br/>It was quiet between the two while Arun’s mind retrospect back to the days he was homesick. It slightly hurt him how he wasn’t there for an event like this for his family. There was a trace of guilt that felt like pain in his chest.<br/><br/>“One of the rules…”<br/><br/>Rima’s whisper interrupted his thoughts and he detected some concern in her voice.  Immediately, his eyes fallen upon her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Arun whispered in her ear, since him and his sister didn’t want to bring any awareness of their chat from their teachers.<br/><br/>He watched his sister shift in her chair as she glanced back at her brother with her jaw almost open. She leaned close to him, placing a hand over his ear, and slightly away from her desk. “Can these people actually hear our thoughts?”<br/><br/>“No.” He didn’t have to think about it when he quietly replied. “Magic or no magic. That’s not possible and if it is then its invasion of privacy.”<br/><br/>Rima nodded her head in agreement, but was silent for a moment. Collecting her thoughts before she whispered back at him again. “We’re going to keep that promise right?”<br/><br/>“Of course.” The night before the two came they talked about keeping a promise to protect each other during this quarter. Like any sibling would do this would upheld to the highest degree of respect and kept whole heartedly.<br/><br/>Rima produced a shaky sigh as she decided to do what her brother did and start working on her laptop.<br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;">Name: Rima Maaz<br/>Age: 14<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Likes: My brother, Arun, and hanging out with him. <br/>Dislikes: Remembering painful memories. Home sickness.</dd></dl>