<div class="floatright">(http://marco-torres.com/files/gimgs/64_img0933-copy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Storm Nightsong<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Gold Student<br/><strong>Identifies as:</strong>Non-Binary | They/Them<br/><strong>Preference:</strong>Demisexual<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Being more social than they've ever been.<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Anyone & everyone<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>@ Quinn Fabray (Mxyptlk) | Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sitting at a round table, nearby<br/><hr/><br/>Surroundings were usually Storm's jam. They liked people watching, because everyone, in their own actions were walking artistry. But tonight they were just so hungry, that they had not noticed the angular girl, with the cropped hair, who was standing behind them. Were they there the whole time? Storm couldn't remember, because of the lovely exchange in which they had with Miss Evie. They felt a tad guilty for it, but, it was nothing that a little socializing couldn't make up for. Hopefully.<br/><br/>Storm's brows did a dance of skepticism, into surprise, at hearing the colorfully clothed girl's name. "Rachel Berry... that name sounds familiar. Are you Rachel-BARBARA-Berry-from-Ohio, Rachel Berry?" That warranted a dropped spoon. "You have to sit down and tell me all about what brought you to Richmond." They got up and pulled out a chair. Completely forgetting to tell her the reason behind knowing her full name. This was like a dream. Only, Quinn wasn't the one in it. Where was that song bird?!<br/><br/>Before Storm could answer the short haired girl's question, because everything happened all at once, Ms Berry stepped to it. By the girl's expression, Storm guessed that she was not a vegan. Storm wiped their mouth with a napkin, and stood to welcome the other girl to the table. "Leila." Storm slapped the side of their cheek. "I was supposed to find you one of these days, to give you a school tour." They pointed to themselves. "I'm Storm Nightsong. It's nice to finally meet you. And you as well." They turned to Rachel and added the latter. This was proving to be a most interesting night. They whipped out their phone and texted Quinn, as fast as their fingers could do. "Gt hr, afayc!" But didn't say why.<br/><br/>((<em>Gt hr, afayc translation: Get here, as fast as you can</em>. ))