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Second floor common room, Tuesday Morning

Irulan settled on the sofa and sipped her spice laced coffee, this was probably the first day where Irulan finally shook off the shadow of her Reverend Mother. She knew that she would be married off someday but to learn that the Reverend Mother and quite possibly her father already had suitors in mind was enough to shake her.

She just had her first kiss for goddess' sake!

This settles it then, from this day forth she will go on and try enjoying her life, after this Irulan knew life would be far too complicated to comprehend.

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"Peter Petrelli," he said, taking a seat. "I can't remember if we've been formally introduced or not."

"Princess Irulan Corrino," she returned, "and I do not believe we have been formally introduced."

Irulan gestured to the spice free coffee, "Would you like some?"

"I never say no to coffee," Peter said. He raked a hand through his hair. "And... wow. I've never met a princess before. I should probably apologize in advance for anything I do that's going to offend you. I swear I'm not doing it on purpose."

"Please, you need not worry about offending me," she assured him, passing him his cup then blinked, with his hair out of his eyes he looked quite attractive. Irulan looked down, mortified that she would be caught staring. "I hope you like the coffee."

"See, here's where you're wrong," Peter said, with a teasing grin. "I can guarantee you my brother Nathan is twitching over how I have no manners, and he doesn't even know why."

"Oh, manners," she said with a dismissive wave, "I have recently come to the opinion that there is far too much pomp and circumstance in my life." She grinned at him, "It seems your brother and my mentor may get along though."

"Your mentor's a lawyer too?"

Irulan laughed, "Something like that, she's into politics."

"Then her and Nathan would definitely get along," Peter said. "Politics is the next step for him. Pretty sure he won't stop until he's in the White House."

"White House," Irulan repeated then tilted her head, thinking and if the angle was just right for staring at him well, it was just coincidence. "This is this country's seat of government? Like a palace?"

"Um - yeah." If Peter was smiling a little at the look, that was coincidence too. "Our version of a palace, anyway. It's where the president lives."

"The president, I met him once in Professor Lyman's class." She smiled, amused, "Presidency and democracy, it's very quaint."

Irulan wondered if he would brush his hair back again.

Really with Peter the better question was would he ever stop pushing his hair out of his eyes. Said eyes, by the way, were twinkling with humor. "Quaint, huh? So your way's better?"

"Oh, most definitely," Irulan suppressed another smile, "for instance, I can declare it pony day at home and no one would so much as resist me. It's quite fun."

Peter did have beautiful eyes.

Peter gave her a deadpan look. "You mean it isn't always pony day back home?"

"Oh no, sometimes it's National Day of Shopping," Irulan nodded solemnly, "It's quite a time honored holiday that one."

Peter chuckled. "Okay, you're definitely not how I would picture a princess as being. So where does somebody like you like to shop?"

"I think the proper question would be, where don't I shop?" She returned then added a little wryly, "There was even a time when I managed to single handedly close down the shopping district."

"That is a talent," Peter said. He found himself smiling at her. She really was a lot nicer than stereotypes would've had him believe. "I think about the closest I ever came to that is when I got lost in Macy's one time and really freaked my Ma."

"Getting lost is terrible..." then she smiled, her eyes twinkled, "but sometimes giving people the slip is fun."

"Oh yeah?" Peter asked. He leaned in, conspiratorially. "So where does a princess go when she's giving someone the slip?"

"I've heard some princesses go into wild, wild parties," she answered then leaned close, "but I do something even more unexpected, I go to the market place and pretend I'm a commoner!"

She leaned back with a self-deprecating smile, "I am afraid, I'm not all that exciting."

"I don't know that I'd say that," Peter said. He grinned. "'course, I am a commoner."

He does have a nice smile.

"I don't think there's anything common about you," she answered without thinking, then paused, flustered, "I mean to say, since being in this school I don't think that term applies to anyone here."

"Oh - that reminds me," Peter said. "If it's not too personal a question, do you have powers? Besides your ability to declare pony day?"

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