[center][h3][color=sienna]Philip Howard Iverson[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][color=sienna][i]"The one everyone calls Cheese Steak. Can't they just call me Phil? Or How?"[/i][/color][/center][hr]

Philip mentally groaned, though externally he showed nothing. He just followed along with everyone else, letting Mr. Luggageman (TM) take his stuff and filing over to Ariel's car to await boarding. So to speak, that is. Unfortunately, it was the same car that Jamie was in- and fortunately, it appeared that Lizzy would be riding with them. Also fortunately, Jamie had shut his mouth.

It gave him enough time to take a good, thorough breath, and balance himself. It would not do to tear into one of the idiots on this trip, whether verbally or physically. It'll either do nothing, or scar them and give them some more nightmares. He can be very creative, as some people online have found. 

He leaned up against the door right next to the driver's side, and waited for Ariel to come hither and get the car ready. And tell him to move if he needed to; if she moved him behind Jamie, then the little punk would be at his mercy. The idea of beating the kid while sitting behind him, out of reach, was almost enough to make him smile. His lips tugged up, just for a brief moment, before he forced it away.

Instead, he occupied himself by watching Lizzy. He'd stare a little, and then go back to staring aimlessly and just watching her out of the corner of his eyes.

He'd much rather stare, but that'd draw attention.