Julia Coleman

I tend to make mischief all by myself, but I suppose company might be nice. What is your name? 

I tend to be the same way, but I’ve found that company can make it twice as fun. I’m Julia.

I don’t stir up trouble. I am trouble.

Oh, I like you. What do you say we skip the stirring up trouble, and be trouble together?

Blood bars are rather anti-climactic, aren’t they?

Oh, I think that entirely depends on if you know how to stir up trouble or not.

I hope we have a carnival or something this summer. I’ll bet I can kick your ass at bumper cars. 

Oh, a carnival does sound fun. Though, I have to say that bumper cars are my specialty.

Darcy and I got that dancing game and she’s 100% better than me…

Well, hey. At east you’re having fun, right?

It’s hard to believe that after months of helping the kids plan, we’re actually physically putting it together and Alternative Prom is this weekend. Which, once again, is only possible because of all of you lovely people that donated. 

Because of all the hours I’ve been putting in, I’m taking a week off from both of my jobs immediately following, but I’m sure I won’t actually stay away. I get bored pretty quickly, so, please, if anyone wants to get together next week… save me from binge watching horrible TV. I promise I’m decent company.

This prom thing sounds like a lot of fun for the kids. Do you do this sort of thing often for them?

And, hey, nothing wrong with being busy, right?

There’s gotta be a potion out there to stop nightmares. I’m pretty fucking over falling out of my bed and waking up on my bedroom floor almost every night because of these things.

I could ask some of my witchy friends for you, if you want. Though, I’ve heard Lavender can help.

Hm, now where shall I spend my first official evening in Belle Haven? Suggestions are welcome for after sundown, of course. 

I say go out, and have all the fun you can. I’m a fan of blood bars, myself.

Ollie paused when he heard footsteps from the side street and noticed a stranger approaching. She looked guilty of something, yet not at all apologetic about whatever it was she had done. “What kinda party are we talkin’ about?“

Julie eyed him curiously, tilting her head to one side. “Any kind we want,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, if your the type with fangs, that makes our choices a little easier..”

We got ourselves a club girl?

Oh, you know it, darling.

Anyone else getting pumped for the new club opening soon?

I know I am, darling.

You would know more than I do.

Are you calling me old, darling?

Let’s do it.

Where are we going?