Eagle's Landing

"Pirate Day sounds good," Kim said, writing ideas down in her notebook.

"Woodstock Day." Victoria suggested with a grin. "And Shakespeare Day."

"Shakespeare..." Kim muttered as she wrote. "...What's Woodstock?"

"To put it bluntly, HIPPIE DAY!!!" Victoria said happily.

"I don't care, as long as there are rainbows in one of the days. If there's not, I'm holding Ian hostage," Bingyu yawned.

"Hippies have rainbows. Does that work?" Victoria asked. She held the jar of dirt in her hand, stroking the lid almost like a cat.

"Good enough. Maybe I'll write a ransom note anyways..." Bingyu muttered, glancing over at Ian as if determining the best way to restrain and kill him.

But Ian had disappeared, like he was never there at all...

"Oh, hell no!" Bingyu stamped her foot, slumping back into a chair, pouting. "His head is mine."

Meanwhile...

Ian was hiding under the table.

Kim sweatdropped and nudged Ian with her foot. "Hey, don't scare the freshie."

"He should know better to run from me. Perhaps I should invest in those tracking devices..." Bingyu trailed off, glancing at the camera she still held in her hands.
"Meh, who wants to join me in a ritualistic bonfire?"

"Don't do it on school grounds," Mrs. Henry said. "Or in public."

"Nah, it's cool, one of the lunch ladies lets me borrow the cafeteria sometimes for this sort of thing. She's into the whole voodoo stuff," Bingyu frowned.

Mrs. Henry blinked, then turned to her computer screen. "Not my problem, then."