magic features. You made it just in time. We will be departing in about five minutes, so please secure your belongings in the cabinets above until we reach a safe level of altitude."
"Thank you," we replied and entered the spacious plane to see Kaito, Jax, and Connor.
"What happened back there?" Kaito questioned with narrow eyes. "I was about to come over."
"Come over? Connor was two seconds from running back to go punch that employee," Jax acknowledged.
"He was giving us dirty looks when we went past. I'm surprised he had the balls to stop you guys," Connor argued. "They know their new policies don't allow you to be late or you're forced to miss the flight."
"Really?" I gasped as Finnick helped take my luggage to put in the upper storage units.
"Yup." Finnick sighed and shook his head. "That's why I put him in his place. I knew we were a little lucky because first class gives you all the way until the exact departure time, but if this was any other situation, his whole diversion would have screwed us over big time."
"Thank goodness we made it." I sighed in relief. "This was all last minute thanks to the council."
"Right," the others agreed.
We'd woken up far too late in the morning as it approached noon when we received a call from Professor Phoenix with instructions to pack two bags with attire we thought would last us a solid two months. We had no clue where we were headed, but we knew that our tickets would be with the driver, who would be driving us to the airport in two hours.
That left us teleporting and scrambling to gather as much of our stuff as we could before freshening up ourselves for what may be a long journey. If we were going anywhere for two months, underwear and standard clothes would be an obvious must, before anything that would benefit us magically for protecting ourselves.
We all assumed this had to be some sort of bonus mission or even a test before we entered our final year at Witchling Academy,
The fact that we had no clue what the destination was only added to the growing mystery. I wasn't as nervous as I should have been. Being surrounded by my Notorious Four left me feeling a lot less anxious, but I had been a little worried that we'd miss the flight.
At least we're here now.
We weren't sure if this "trip" was council related seeing as there wasn't much info about why we were attending this trip, but there was a sentence that said a guide would arrive to explain to us the purpose of our journey.
If only they would arrive prior to this long flight.
"Brianne," Kaito called out to me. "You didn't give any of us a kiss today. Aside from Finnick, who probably snuck one in."
"I didn't," Finnick acknowledged. "I tried and Red started giggling because I had a face mask on and apparently looked like a ghost."
"It was alien ghost-shaped," I reasoned while a beaming smile formed on my lips. "C'mon. The sight was hilarious. I got a picture."
"Let's see!" Jax encouraged as he raced out of his seat to meet me as I made my way to Kaito's spot.
"You took a picture?!" Finnick gasped. "When? How? Red! Don't show them!"
"Why not?" I hummed in delight, my fingers already pausing on their flicking quest as the image emerged on the screen.
"Aww. He does look like an alien ghost with that facial mask," Kaito reasoned. "You look cute, Finnick."
"I don't even know if that's a compliment," he groaned as his face grew flushed from Kaito's compliment.
"It is," I agreed as Connor and Jax were looking over the image.
"You've been taking care of your skin, Finnick," Connor reasoned.
"Ya. Is that a new thing or something?" Jax pondered. "It's like you wanna become a model or something,"
Finnick laughed and shook his head.
"Me? A model? Not happening." He ruffled his shoulder-length pink hair before closing the cabinets and walking over to our crowded spot. "I just figured I should take better care of myself, that's all."
The four of us seemed to have the same thought as we glanced back at him, watching as he picked his seat that was opposite of mine and sat down. He took out his phone and was glancing at it, clearly not noticing our lingering gaze.
Finnick.
Since the passing of his father, it was hard to read him at times. Some days he was a bubble of joy, but there were those moments where