Leo's Not A Morning Person

TrailBlaiser's jaw drops. "Wesley?! What are you doing here?!" Rolling his eyes, Wes points at RiverFlyte.
"I followed him." RiverFlyte tenses up.
"So much for your ninja skills, Sep." she groans, turning to Persia. "So, what do we do with her?" Persia watches all of them suspiciously.
"Um, how about not roast me from the inside out, to start with, or, I don't know, send me back home?!" she screeches. With a flash of red light, the room jumps up fifty degrees.
"Quit screaming!" TrailBlaiser yells. "I will torch you in five seconds flat with no regrets if everyone doesn't freakin' shut up!" Small flames lick at Persia's feet, just inches from burning her. Gently, RiverFlyte puts a hand on Leo's shoulder. 
"Temper, Lenora. Calm down." he whispers into her ear. With a small gesture, he activates his magic, cooling the air and extinguishing the flames. She takes a slow, deep breath.
"Alright," TrailBlaiser breathes. "Where did you come from, Persia? What world?" Persia juts out her hip.
"Um, Earth? Where else?" she snaps. TrailBlaiser lunges forward, but RiverFlyte holds her back.
"Rabbitleap, take TrailBlaiser back to the Elemental Commons. And make sure she doesn't break anything." Rabbitleap nods and leads TrailBlaiser away, leaving RiverFlyte and Wes with the intruder.
"What's going on?" Persia asks. Crossing his arms, RiverFlyte leans against the wall. 
"You somehow got into a high security realm. Something that's very hard to do on accident. Which is why we aren't happy." Persia gives him a skeptical look.
"I didn't get here by accident, some freak called Patrick sent me here. My mom lost her potion thing and sent me to go find it. I came across these two guys who were yelling about losing something, and the one named Patrick pushed my into a whirlpool inside a Jacuzzi. That's about it." Wes and RiverFlyte exchange looks.
"Whirlpool?" Wes asks. "Our portals are made of ice and diamond." 
"True, true." RiverFlyte adds. "And the Mystique's is made of rainbows, I think." He walks over to a large computer in the room and types in a sequence. "Analyze." A green light scans over Persia, leaving her rather weirded out. It shuts off and prints out a bit of paper, which RiverFlyte reads. "Strange. We don't have that magic signature on record. Maybe the Mystique does, though." He looks up at Persia. "Can you describe what these two guys were like?" She thinks for a moment.
"It all happened so fast, I can barely remember. Wait, the other guy's name was Jack!" RiverFlyte paces around.
"I still don't recognize that. For now, we're going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you aren't a spy. As TrailBlaiser said earlier, you can stay in Swiftwind's room. She's on a mission right now and is probably the least likely person here to kill you if anything gets messed up. And Wes," the boy snaps to attention at hearing his name, "I want you to watch her until we get this sorted out. You seemed to be rather advanced at magic skills, so she shouldn't be much of a problem. You start in the morning. Dismissed." Wes nods and walks off. Persia watches him curiously.
"He's kinda cute." she remarks. "Is he single?" RiverFlyte hides his face in his hands.
"Great. It's going to be one of those stories."