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Family Matters (A Hedgehawk & SouffleGirl123 1x1)

Lola swallowed the lump in jer throat. "Don't act like what I'm going through is the same as what you did," she replies simply, her eyes still planted on the table. "Don't pretend she's not more vicious. Or that you have dad and I-" she cuts herself off. She knew if she said she had no one Al would make a whole grand speech about how she had him when she knew for a fact she did not. Sure, he wasn't their mother but he was never truly on her side.

At his offer the teenager snickered. "You act like that's any better," she replied. Perhaps it was but she felt it almost no different.

Family Matters (A Hedgehawk & SouffleGirl123 1x1)

At Al's response Lola flashed him a dirty look. Maybe he was trying to comfort her but she knew he knew full well that was a lie. "You and I both know that's a lie," she responds dismally, pointing her face toward the table. She could feel her face become hot but blinked back the couple of tears threatening to fall. Her family didn't deserve those.

Silence fell between the pair for a short while before Al redirected the conversation to be about his standing with their mother once more. "And what flavour do you reckon for me? Blaming me for something that went wrong with her day or not even a look my way, hmm?"

Family Matters (A Hedgehawk & SouffleGirl123 1x1)

When Aloysius threw the pen back Lola was ready for it. She threw her hand up and caught it, barely even glancing in her brother's direction. "Predictable," she grumbles under her breath, adding the pen to the pile.

At the young man's question the teenager looks up at him, annoyance written on her face. "I don't know if you noticed, Aloysius, but mum tends to have a 'pretend my daughter doesn't exist unless I need someone to blame for something going wrong' approach to parenting me. Why would I just see her? I guess the fact I haven't means she'd fine today, I suppose,"

Family Matters (A Hedgehawk & SouffleGirl123 1x1)

At Aloysius' response Lola scoffed and grabbed a spare pen from her little collection next to her book and threw it at the man. "Please," she spits back angrily. "You work at the fixer's desk, it's really not a job to be all high and mighty about,"

Her eyes looked back down at her homework in front if her as she gave a exasperated sigh. It was never bad enough that her mother was acting like she was a dud but if course her dear older brother had to join in, rubbing salt into everyone of her wound left by their mother.

Family Matters (A Hedgehawk & SouffleGirl123 1x1)

Lola had been sat at one of the seats near of of the heads of the dining table, textbooks sprawled out ahead of her as she wrote out math equation in a notebook. Math tended to come easily to Lola and the fact her mother had shoved her into after school tutoring most days of the weeks just as a way to keep the girl 'out of her hair'. As if she didn't fuss over her only years ago. Unfortunately, she wasn't powerful enough for her mother's liking and a shift happened in that moment. Instead of just shift her attention to her son, Esme Leighton seemed to take out her frustration on Lola. Initial it started with yelling and blaming but nowadays Lola felt disowned in all but name and dwelling space. For the most part her tended mother ignored her, only talking to her to correct her or to use as a pawn in whatever plan she had for Al.

As she heard footsteps in the loungeroom she looked up briefly, her eyes redirecting back to her homework at the smallest glimpse of her brother. Some part of her instinctively expected her father to walk through that doorway just like he used to every night. He'd try to hide the hollowness of his face cast by the exhaustiveness of his job and gently say Good evening, my little cherry blossom. Although with Al being closer to their father considering Lola was graded not long before the man's death they still had somewhat of a special bond. She'd wonder how much closer they'd be if he was still alive through her mother's shift.

It wasn't until Aloysius threw himself in the chair across from Lola with a dramatic sigh did she look at him properly after giving a roll of the eyes. "And what's got you in a tizzy?" she asks somewhat scornfully. Despite having now pent the majority of her life in America, remnants of a Cambridge British accent still played on her tongue, courtesy of her mother. Her relationship with her brother was far from the best in what it seemed like a competition from their mother for her care that neither of them truly wanted. What always got Lola was that high horse he was always on about her.

Family Matters (A Hedgehawk & SouffleGirl123 1x1)

Yay

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

_{A @SouffleGirl123 & @HaleyTheRandom collab; Featuring Mary & Lilith.}

As the morning sun peeked through the blinds, Lilith yawned, reaching her arms above her to wrap them around the pillow that her head rested on. Taking a deep breath in, the young woman quickly noticed a few things in her pre-awakened daze.

First and foremost was the pounding sensation in her head. Next was the scents surrounding her - familiar, but not the ones of her own bedroom. She couldn’t hear the morning news on the TV, nor smell of pancakes being made on the stove. The realisation was enough to startle Lilith’s eyes open as she was met with the scene of painted walls and carpeted floors.

”Fuck,” she breathed, starting to put the puzzle pieces together in her head.

Sitting up, Lilith fumbled around the bed trying to find her phone.

That was when she spotted the pile of clothes beside the bed.

”Fuck”,” she hissed again, giving herself a quick once over. It only took a moment's notice to realise that she was wearing Miles’s t-shirt. If she wasn’t in her own room, wasn’t wearing her own clothes -

Glancing around the room once more, Lilith shouted one last ”Fuck!” before immediately regretting it as her head began to throb.

Doing the best that she could to collect her jeans off the floor, Lilith fished her phone out of her pocket before putting on her pants. She had multiple missed calls from her grandfather - no doubt that he was pissed. Notifications for multiple social media platforms danced across her screen, confirming what she already knew - last night had been one for the books.

Sitting back down on the bed, Lilith unlocked the device and began to scroll through her most recent photos, doing the best that she could to remember the events from last night. She barely had a moment's notice before her stomach flipped, making her jump up from the bed. Muscle memory took over as she raced to the bathroom, quickly slamming the door shut behind herself.

Mary had just returned home from her night shift and swung open the front door to immediately be greeted with the slamming of another. She didn't have to investigate, she already knew it'd be the bathroom. Although Miles seemed to rarely need to spill his guts the morning after a party anymore it would still happen on occasion.

"Mi-" her callout was quickly cut off as a simple No floated into her head from her divination magic. Whatever poor girl he dragged back with him? she thought back at the voice. Her divination just felt like a game of 20 questions most days.

Yes The word seemed to miss something, as if there was something more to that yes. Mary sucked in a breath as it seemed to immediately hit her. Lilith?

Yes

Mary gave a sigh, dropping her bag by the door and making her way to the bathroom. She wished she could say she was surprised but with all the workarounds to keep Lilith and her son separated she expected to either find Lilith in his bed or Miles half-dead eventually. She just didn't expect it to be so fast, or honestly for it to be the first option. She gave the bathroom door a couple of hard knocks. "Lilith, sweetie? Can I come in?" she calls in through the door.

Behind the closed door, Lilith was sitting with her legs pulled up to herself, her arms resting on her knees as she buried her face in the dark corner she had created. Thoughts ran through her head at a mile a minute, only making the splitting headache that she had worse. She had half a thought to just sit there for as long as she could until she heard the knocks, quickly followed by the sound of Mary’s voice.

If Lilith wasn’t currently in the situation that she was, Mary’s presence would have been more than welcomed - just like always. For now, however, Lilith reached up to open the bathroom door before re-burying her face.

”I think I fucked up,” she groaned.

Mary took a step back as the door slowly swung open revealing the rather pitiful sight of Lil on the bathroom floor, face lowered at the ground. It caused a knot to form in her stomach, she hated seeing Lilith like this. She gave Lilith a half-smile. "Darl, I love you but I ain’t sitting on the bathroom floor with you. I’d never get up,” she half jokes, keeping her spot in the doorway. That was when Lilith finally spoke up. "Well, is someone dead, dying or pregnant?” she asks.

As Mary spoke, Lilith put all of what little energy she had into getting herself up off of the floor. She would have fallen over if it hadn’t been for catching herself on the sink. When Mary had finished speaking, Lilith began laughing. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.

”Actually, yeah,” she managed to get out between manic laughs. ”Carlisle and I’s friendship is six feet under, and gramps is goin’ right down with it.”

With so little words Lilith had seemed to overload Mary with information. She took a moment to just process all of it, blinking a couple of times as she wrapped an arm around the young woman’s shoulder to stabilise her. "Let’s- uh- let’s get you some coffee and an aspirin first,” she says softly, trying to not let the effect Lilith’s announcements had on her.

She remains silent as she directs Lilith across the hall to the dining room, the question of her statement about John nagging at her. As she pulls out the chair she failed to hold it in any further and quietly asks "What’s happened to John?” her voice small, moreso to hide back emotion more than anything else. She knew it was a fruitless endeavour with Lilith’s empath abilities yet she tried all the same to quell her fear in anticipation.

Focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, Lilith had finally stopped laughing. The feeling of shock still lingered in her bones, but at least she could act composed again. Sitting down, the young woman took a strong interest in the pattern on the table cloth. Watching Mary move around was a difficult task.

”He um…” Lilith hadn’t expected to break the news to Mary - especially like this. ”He has stage two pancreatic cancer. Said he’s been driving back and forth to Seattle so you wouldn’t know.” The thought made Lilith half-smile before slipping away. ”They offered him chemo, and he told them no. He said that he doesn’t want to fight it… and that I shouldn’t fight him about that.”

Mary exhaled a sharp breath. She suspected something had been amiss with her godfather but she never put a finger on it, nor did she expect it to be this bad. "Asshole," she mutters under her breath. Starting a pot of coffee, she used her back being turned to her advantage to let stray tears run down her face. That man had been a second father to her her whole life. After her parents returned to North Carolina he'd been the one watching Miles and making the meals until Claire moved to Tanner. That fact that she was going to lose him stung. The Montgomery clan seemed to be slowly dwindling in size and Mary wasn’t sure how much more of their losses she could take.

After taking a moment she composed herself, wiping the tears from her eyes as she pulls 2 mugs and a packet of aspirin from the shelf. Juggling them all to fit in one hand she grabs the pot in the other and carries it all to the table. After the coffee is poured she takes a seat before Lilith with a sigh. "And what did you do so wrong to wind you up on my bathroom floor in a fit?"

While Lilith was grateful that Mary hadn’t pushed the subject of her grandfather, her stupid empathy powers couldn’t help but pick up on the other woman's emotions. Feeling Mary’s sadness was enough to make Lilith start crying too. Quickly wiping her face while the older woman opened the cabinet, she began picking at the skin around her thumbs as anxiety settled in.

Coffee and aspirin were more than a welcomed sight right now, and Lilith gratefully helped herself to both. Taking a sip of her coffee, Lilith crossed her legs in the chair with a sigh of her own before turning her attention to Mary.

”So last night, Carlisle threw this welcome back party or whatever for the Coven members because morale was low when we met yesterday morning. It started earlier that day, because Carlisle tried to confess that he had feelings for me or whatever, and then here comes Miles out on the veranda and there’s this whole conversation where he’s all like ‘I miss you Lili’” Lilith began on her ramble, doing the best Miles impression that she could. With a deep breath, she continued on, still talking rapidly. ”So then because of those awkward ass moments, I went home and told gramps that Miles was coming to Sunday dinner, and we argued about that and I ended up drinking so he drove me to the party. Then shit happened and I wound up kissing Carlisle and telling him I didn’t feel the same way. He freaks out. I throw the bottle of the tequila I just drank at his head. At this point it's getting hazy, but I do remember me and Miles drinking on the couch and me telling him about John… then something about the barrier falling and Carlisle dying but not really dying. Also something about werewolves. Next thing I know, I wake up pantsless in your son's bed.”

With another sigh, Lilith raised her mug in a sarcastic cheers like fashion before taking another drink of her coffee, waiting on her second mothers reaction.

As Lilith talks Mary nods her head between sips of coffee just trying to pick up the barrage of information coming her way from Lilith’s mouth. "Well…” she says simply, trying to figure out what response to give as she was left almost wordless in the information overload. She wasn’t even sure if she picked up on it all. "Sounds like you had the hell of a night,” she takes a sip of coffee as she mentally shifts through all the information again.

She had questions, so many questions, but she knew barraging a hungover Lil with them probably wasn’t the best thing to do right now. "Ok, so how are you holding up? Any wounds?”

”None that I’ve noticed, really,” Lilith replied quietly, still trying to piece together the parts of the night that she remembered. ”Mary. How do you know if you have alcohol poisoning? Because I’m pretty sure I drank way more than I was supposed to last night.”

"Darl, if you had it bad enough you’d be in a gurney in the ED corridor by now. Why, how much did you drink?” she asks, taking another mouthful of coffee.

Taking a moment to think, Lilith sorted through her memories and did the best math with what information she had. ”A few shots with John… the bottle I had while talking to Carlisle, and I think I drunk at least another half bottle while talking to Miles?”

As Lilith recounts the amount of alcohol she drank the night before Mary couldn’t stop herself from spitting all the coffee in her mouth out in shock, a couple of coughs escaping her after. "I’m sorry, you- what?!” she splutters looking the girl over. She seemed fine. Hungover and emotionally wrecked, sure, but fine. "Child, how the hell are you still standin’- well, sittin’- right now?”

Unable to stop herself from laughing, Lilith took another sip of her coffee while shrugging her shoulders. ”No idea, honestly,” she replied, a small smile still lingering on her face as she reached for her phone.

Scrolling through the notifications once more, she couldn’t help but sigh. She had messages from anyone and everyone - all except for Miles.

”Do you mind me askin’ if you’ve heard anything from Miles this morning?”

Mary just looks over Lilith once again, shaking her head with a scoff. "You Montgomerys never cease to amaze me,”

As Lilith asks about Miles, Mary pulls out her own phone and looks at her notifications. Nothing. Not that she expected anything. "Nah. Take it he hasn’t sent a word to you? Knowing how these mornings go he’ll be on autopilot mode most of today anyway, you probably can’t count on a message,”. She purses her lip before taking another sip of coffee. The question that played on her lips became too hard to contain anymore. "What exactly is goin’ on between you 2? I ain’t your pawpaw, if you get back together you ain’t getting a talking to from me I just want to know. Are we still avoidin’ or what?”

Watching Mary reach for her phone, Lilith couldn’t fight the giant knot growing in her stomach. Did she even want to hear from Miles? Why did she care if he had messaged his mom or not? This was just a one time thing, right? Some weird glitch in the matrix? As Mary confirmed what Lilith already knew, the girl nodded her head in silence.

Notch in the bedpost routine. Got it.[ she thought.

With another sigh and the shake of her head, Lilith answered Mary’s question.

”I don’t know what this is,” she grumbled. ”I don’t think I’d have any problems seeing him around, and he is coming Sunday, after all. We have to work for the Coven…” Catching herself as she noticed that she was thinking out loud, Lilith rolled her eyes at herself. ”I don’t want to avoid him - I never did. I was just scared of what would happen if we saw each other, and well… now we know. So no,” she added with a laugh. ”I’m relieving you from your guard duties.”

Mary gave a soft chuckle at Lilith's words, topping both of their mugs up. "For what it's worth, he does miss you." For as much as they had hurt each other in the past, a selfish part of Mary had always hoped Lilith and Miles would find each other again. It'd sure make her life a hell of a lot easier but she also knew Lilith brought out the best in Miles.

”Thanks,” Lil said as Mary filled their cups. ”I think it’s reasonable to say that we could be friends again, if we tried. Don’t know about much else, but…” Shrugging her shoulders, the young woman sipped another drink of coffee from the mug in her hands. Replaying Marys words over in her head, Lilith’s mind ran wild. What would have happened if things hadn’t happened the way that they did; what if Lilith had followed Miles off to college?

”I’ve missed him too. I know that might be hard to believe with me avoidin’ him and all, but it’s true. No matter how many other guys I liked, I always found myself comparing them to Miles n’ such. My mind always seems to drift back to him, in one form or another.”

"I know. You've been pining after him just as much as he has you for as much as neither of you would admit it," she says, sipping her coffee. "Does your paw paw know where you are or should I be expectin' a call soon?"

As Mary’s words settled in, Lilith’s face burned red. ”He was expecting me home last night… hasn’t heard anything from me. I have a couple missed calls myself, but my head hurts way to bad to hear him yell at me right now.”

"Want me to tell 'im you were feeling sick as a dog so I picked you up on my way home? I can fix you some breakfast, pop on a movie, whatever will get you over the hangover,"

Pondering the thought for a brief moment, a small smile crept across the young woman's face. ”That would honestly be perfect. Thank you Mary, really.”

What Are You Listening To?

Why is this my current jam? I have no clue but it's a bop

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

Catherine, Victor
& Caitlin

A collab with @Inertia and @Wayward

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Cat had never seen Victor angry before let alone full of rage as he was now. It would be frightening if she didn’t know him well enough to know this was out of character for him. She’d spent the fight on the sidelines, delivering healing to those who needed it but she tried to stay close to Victor. He seemed to have a personal stake in this fight and she wanted to be ready to heal or hide him if things really went south. She’d been unlucky enough to take a couple hits from the wolves but luckily they weren’t horrible wounds.

As the remaining adversaries fled Catherine’s eyes flickered to her friend as she worked on healing the scratch on her right shoulder, leaving the one on her left arm for after. She closed the short distance to Victor as she did so. ”Well, that’s gotta be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” she half jokes, nodding to his canine victim on the floor feet before them. ”Really, though, are you alright?”

Victor was still seeing red. He would’ve chased Lucien down to the ends of the earth but he stopped himself as he looked to his fellow coven members. His eyes landed on Catherine and then to her wounds. It was like a bucket of water had doused his rage. “No, I’m- I’m fine. Rather, are you okay?” He replied with a strained voice. “I didn’t mean to get anyone else- the coven… involved with my family’s issues.”

At the sound of Victor’s pained voice Catherine’s face drops slightly, she hated seeing the man carrying this on his shoulders. ”Hey,” she replies gently, placing the hand of her now fully healed right arm on the man’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. ”It’s fine, we’re all ok. Just bruises and cuts, ok. We’re all gonna be fine.” She stays silent for a moment, taking her hand off of the man’s shoulder to heal her other wound. Many questions plagued her mind, it seemed she knew a lot less about Victor than she was led to believe. Regardless, she didn’t want to overwhelm him with a barrage of questions. ”When you said you had family stuff I didn’t realise it was this intense. Who is he?”

“That was my cousin, Lucien Crowe. Next in ‘line’ to becoming the head of the Crowe’s.”

The walk from the library back to the foyer felt longer than it was. For Cait, it was a welcome feeling, allowing her to shake off the experience and reflect on what she had done. Slowly, trembling legs steadied and her breath eased. By the time she reached the end of the corridor she had found her center again.

She stole a glance at Daniel before he split off; he seemed to be harder on himself than he needed to be. If there were anything more to it though, Cait wasn't about to go digging.

Now alone, Cait looked out into the foyer, spotting quickly the person she most. It wasn't exactly an ideal circumstance for reconnecting with a friend. But it was still something, or so she figured.

"Hey, Vic. You good?" She approached calmly and casually. "That was some Sub-Zero shit right there, she spoke with a slight shake in her voice, and nodded at the frozen husk of a werewolf still lying on the floor. She looked at Catherine, whom she had seen healing a wound from across the room. "Catherine, yeah?

Victor let out a breath, calming himself even more as Cait appeared. “Hey Cait.” He said with a low voice, “Good to see you come out of that attack seemingly fine. I am really sorry about this whole thing. I didn't mean for any of it. I didn’t think they would go this far.

Catherine's head turns as her and Victor's conversation was cut short by a new voice. She long led to know more about the Crowes, there seemed to be more interesting there than she could ever imagine. At Caitlin's question Catherine dipped her head in a nod ”And Cait, right?" she questions. Her eyes flicker to Vic, this would be a conversation for later it seemed. ”You looked pretty cool out there,”

"I… did what I could.Cait's eyes circled about and fell back on Cat and Victor. She nodded to Cat. "Got lucky to not get banged up. Wouldn’t have gotten through without Daniel though; I think he took some hard swipes though. She nodded out toward the other Coven members.

Victor’s expression twitched as Cait mentioned Daniel’s wounds. As far as he was concerned, anything the Crowe’s did to his Coven members was on him. He didn’t voice this thought, however.

"Gotta say, Vic, your cousin's quite the piece of shit. But i guess you already knew that better."

“You don’t know the half of it.” Victor chuckled hollowly, “And now that he knows of you guys, he won’t let go. It’s like I cursed you guys with that douche Lucien.” He thought back to their childhood, Lucien was almost like a brother to him back then but something changed. “Lucien wasn’t always like this. If I had to guess, his family did something to him. Not that I am making excuses for him, he deserves something for what he’s done.” Victor surprised himself. He didn’t like opening up about his family, but he feels like his fellow Coven members deserve to know, given how they’re entangled with the Crowe’s now.

Catherine noticed as her friends face twitched at Cait's comment but she pursed her lips and said nothing, instead waiting for Victor to say his peace. ”Think they come back? We're really not in a state to go chasing after them right now," She looks around the room of dwindling numbers. 2 of the council members had disappeared now which would hardly help. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth for a moment, looking between Cait and Victor. ”Look, Vic, this isn't on you. You can't help where you come from. I'm pretty sure it was you saying that to me a few years ago,"

"Yeah." Cait agreed with Cat's last comment. "And for what it's worth, we all know you're nothing like they are."

A smile crept on Victor's face, a burden off his shoulders realizing his friends wouldn't abandon him. A nagging fear, that. “... I think we should reconvene with the rest of the Coven members. Let's hope they take the meeting of my blood family as good as both of you have.”

Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

_{A collab with: @SailorSadie}

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Much like Alistair, Persephone was up early in the morning. Unlike her brother Persephone was not going to get up early just to stand at the side of the school gate to prove a point. She didn’t need to, her presence would do that alone. Instead she meticulously ran through her long multi-step skin routine, thinking about the new year ahead. She felt mixed about it, for one she was excited to be truly on top of the food chain as a senior, ready to rule the school one last time, but she wasn’t really sure what to do when the year ended. She had good enough prospects, even if those prospects were daddy’s business endeavours and money, but she wasn’t really sure where she wanted to go. High school was fun. It was cushy, she knew everyone and how to show them all she was simply better but soon she’d need to find new ways to get to new people.

A sigh expelled from Persephone’s once again pink-painted lips. Sabrina should be arriving at the school any moment now. She picked up her phone from the table, opening her messages. Nothing from the girl yet. She sent her 2 simple words I’m waiting. She hoped the girl would get the hint, then again if she didn’t Persephone didn’t mind, it’d be something else to hold over Sabrina’s head.

As her heels continued their noisy assault on the tiles headed to the LeRue dorm, she glanced down as her phone pinged. Sabrina’s eyes widened a bit at the message waiting for her. With a clearing of her throat, she sped up her steps and clutched her purse against her chest. She couldn’t have Persephone waiting on her, it was supposed to be the other way around. She dreaded any kind of torture the girl would put her through if Sabrina kept her waiting any longer.

Nearing the room, she paused before making sure nothing on her body was out of place. Giving a slight nod at herself, she stepped into Persephone’s room and offered the girl a bright smile. ”I’m here. Sorry. I made it.” She looked the girl over and nodded approvingly. ”Oh, your outfit is to die for.”

”’Rina,” Persephone greets the girl simply, remaining facing the mirror. You’re late but I suppose I should have expected that, knowing you,”[/color] She turns in her swivel chair with a click of her tongue and eyes her friend up and down studying her for all her imperfections. It seemed Sabrina had gotten tanned in her time abroad and had gotten extensions. Part of Persephone liked her friend’s new look, the long hair suited her but she couldn’t let that ego inflate too much, lest Sabrina think she could do something out of line.

”Why, thank you,” she replies to her girl’s compliment, teasing her blonde waves with her fingers. ”Daddy bought it for me in Toyko, can’t be seen wearing the same outfits as last year on our first day, can we now?” She looks over her friend again more exaggeratedly, ”Well, one of us can’t be at least,”

Sabrina tried not to look too offended at the jab of her tardiness. Clearing her throat, she shifted her purse on her shoulder and shifted her feet. She didn’t even have time to stop by her own dorm to set everything down, she was too worried about not making it to Persephone on time.

Her eyes ran over Persephone’s outfit once more and she beamed, ready to speak about Tokyo when another jab hit her. The grin on her face faltered a bit before she quickly looked down at her own outfit to scrutinize it, even though she already knew it was brand new as well. She cleared her throat once more and forced a grin on her face. ”Well, I knew better than to outshine you.”

”If that's the story you're going with," Persephone replies, swiveling her chair back to her mirror. She stands up and wraps her perfectly manicured hand around the strap of her bag, throwing it over her shoulders. ”How's the riff-raff looking this year?"

Sabrina took just a moment to smooth out her outfit and allowed herself time to take a breath when Persephone’s back was turned. She ran a hand through her slick extensions and was glad when the conversation steered away from her. Rolling her eyes, she scoffed and shook her head. ”I really don’t understand how this school allows some of them in. That redhead bouncy whatever her name is was at the front gate with your brother, and I’m pretty sure I heard that Erik guy’s motorcycle. A few mice were in the halls as I made my way over to our dorm, so. It’s not looking very promising.”

Persephone listened with pursed lips, bobbing her head at her friend's works. ”Well that's no good, this place is going to be an utter wreck after I- I mean we- leave," she turns to the door of her room. ”What's fair about letting in the druggies and foster home kids in? Because they're poor, that should mean luxury is handed to them," she scoffs, nodding to the door for Sabrina to open it. ”I guess I should go see the damage for myself,"

Hurrying back over to the door, Sabrina opened it and stood to the side, knowing Persephone would want to exit first. She rolled her eyes in agreement and shook her head. ”They’re just going to continue to bring this place down. I don’t know how they expect us to all coexist together. They could literally like, kill us.”

”Exactly!" Persephone agrees, walking through the door. Her pastel pink stilettos echo click click with every step as they hit the vinyl floor of the twins' recreational area. ”How was… was it Hawaii?" In all truth Persephone knew her friend was in Bali but even though they had essentially grown up together she felt she couldn't let her guard down with the woman. It was funny, it seemed in their mothers' persistence for their daughters to be friends for their own benefit they put the girls in a position they put Persephone in a position where she had to keep her almost soulless front in front of Sabrina, never truly being able to be close. Sabrina probably experienced something similar but Persephone never cared to ask what it was.

Sabrina did her best to keep up with the young woman; Persephone always walked fast and with a purpose. She admired that about her. Holding her purse strap close to her body, she kept closely behind her and tried to keep her breathing even. Wouldn’t do to pant. With a clearing of her throat, she had to force herself not to roll her eyes. She knew her mother had been in touch with Persephone’s mother all summer. Letting out a slow breath, she plastered a grin on her face, choosing to ignore the slip up. ”Bali was amazing. Sun, boys, the ocean. It was beyond perfect. How was your summer?”

”Oh, nothing too exciting, did a couple of weeks in Tokyo, a few in Europe, a week in New Zealand. Y'know, just the usual places," she says casually, walking through LaRue hall not once glancing back at the other girl to see if she could keep up. As they get to the double doors at the end of LaRue Place a concierge opens them with a nod. Without playing him any mind she walks out to the hustle and bustle of many more students. she stands in front of the doors, eying the crowds. Squeals and yells bounced around the courtyard accompanied but the sound of idle chatter. ”Yeesh, we really have some work to do this year. I heard they took on more delinquents this year. They should at least tell us who they are. Like, I'm not looking to get shanked at my school,"

”Right?” Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Sabrina looked around the courtyard as well and scrunched her nose. ”I mean, what if one of those things came up to us- I mean, you, and thought he had a chance? Or her. Heard there’s a lot of questionable sexualities this year.” Sucking in her bottom lip with her teeth, she tilted her head in thought. ”How are we even supposed to know what class they belong to?”

At Sabrina's first statement Persephone gave a chuckle. ”Please, they can try all they want. It's only a complement… and some fun when they're told they can't have all this," she says? Readjusted her hair as she step put into the pavement of the school. ”You don't have any of those freaks on your mind do you, sabbie?"

”What?” She blinked before following her out, her question finally processing in her mind. ”No! No, of course not. They’re below us.” Though there are some fine looking ones. Sabrina shook her head and put a grin on her face. ”Only the best for us. Besides, I think I made a new friend this summer. He’s all the man I could need, trust me.”

At Sabrina bringing up the 'friend' Persephone stops in her tracks and turns to face the girl. ”Sabrina, you can't trust that someone on the other side of the world is going to wait just for you and do you really just want to be another option?"

Stopping just short of running into her, Sabrina blinked and furrowed her brows. She shifted her feet as she meekly shook her head. ”No, but it isn’t like that. He said he’s from the states. Didn’t really get into much detail, but. We’re just friends. Keeping it as friends. Besides, I’m too busy with you and school, so.”

Persephone cocked her head, ”He said? Don't tell me you've never met him? He could easily be one of the deli- you know what, nevermind. You do you, boo. We have an assembly to go to," she says turning back toward the school and continuing on the path. ”Have you seen Al this morning, I guess I should know where he's put himself this morning,"

Sabrina did her best to hurry after her, her heels clacking against the pavement. She had wanted to change clothes from her trip before the assembly, but of course Persephone didn’t even bother to consider that. With a sigh, she pushed her hair off her shoulders. ”Last I saw, he was being himself with whoever arrived at the main gates. He could possibly still be there.”

”Predictable," she replies with a shrug. Keeping her course for the assembly. She cared for her brother really but he seemed so set in his routine. As she walked past some of the junior she greeted a couple with backhanded comments, a couple of other with compliments on their clothes before turning to Sabrina and mimicking sticking a finger in her mouth. ”Man, this year must be the worst. What do you think this hellhole'll look like when we leave?"

She couldn’t help a snicker as Persephone continued to judge everyone’s clothing. It was like they never parted. With a shake of her head, she looked around at everyone, making eye contact with a few boys who were up to her liking. ”Oh, naturally it’s going to fall apart. Who’s going to be left behind to make sure it’s a prestiged establishment?”

”No one, Sabbie, that's who. Now, the back to school dance is coming up and I need someone to go with," she says, scouring the area all the same as her friend. ”The problem is is there actually any eligible men here anymore? It seems the few that seem fine can just never remember how much I add to their value alone,"

Sabrina stopped and blinked at that. She had completely forgotten about the back to school dance. Her nose scrunched as she looked at all the eligible people on the courtyard. There was one person she had in mind for herself, but they were only a secret. Couldn’t out themselves just yet. Or maybe ever. Clearing her throat, she folded her arms across her chest and shrugged. ”Too bad most of the good looking ones are poor. Maybe Sebastian? Or Lucas, you still like him, right? They’re good choices for you.”

”Sab, ewwwww,” Persephone complains, scrunching her nose, as her friend suggests 2 of her most recent exes. ”That’d be like drinking my vomit, I’m not going back to guys who can’t understand how amazing I am,” she chastises. With another sweep of the grounds she gives another sigh. ”Let’s hope someone comes up soon. What about you? Have you got someone to go with?”

Her cheeks flushed a bit at Persephone’s comment about her exes. She knew, of course, they were her exes, but didn’t she always go back and forth with Lucas? With a sigh, she nodded slightly. ”You’re right, you’re right. Apologies. They definitely didn’t appreciate you.” Sabrina bounced lightly on her heels as a small grin spread on her face. ”I don’t know, yet. The school year has only just begun. There’s so many new prospects that could be exciting.”

”I suppose you’re right,” Persephone sighs. Thinking through the guys at school the face of one did come to mind but she shut it down instantly. There was many freaks she wouldn’t be caught dead with and he was one by far. Not that she had feelings for him, jut her stupid brain picking someone memorable- but not in that way she commanded her thoughts. ”Senior year, let’s make the absolute best of it,” Persephone muses before stomping into the multifunction hall.