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"That is true. Some moms can be cruel, huh?" It was many women who could be like the way she described. Not much for women power there. She wonders if she left New Orleans when she was still human, if she would find love and have a family. But she did not see herself as a mother after all the family background that occurred "Don’t care about them, they are not worth your time to think about them" Cami wouldn’t. Sounded as a boring book, even for children, she wouldn’t say it. She may have her motions turned off, she still knew what was not right to say "It sounds a tad strange. If children like it, why not. Perhaps easy to understand. Are not most children similar? Or many"

"Yeah, they can." And she thought about her own mom, about Abby. Was she cruel? In some ways, maybe. She had left her so she could build a new life, then did so again when she became a vampire. Even now while they did have a relationship, it wasn't near the one she dreamed about having with her mom. It would be nice if she could just not care about what others thought and many times, that was the case for her. But for some reason when it came to these simple, human things, she did care. "I suppose you have a point. It just seems sometimes like mine is the only one in the world. I suppose all moms feel like that."

"Hey, do these look even to you?" Mei asked, hearing footsteps outside of her room. She'd been decorating and one of the last steps was putting up her lights. "This just makes it feel more like home." She smiled, hanging the last string up. @fallsstarters

Bonnie had volunteered to help out during move in day. She had been directing students, passing out room assignments, maps, and keys for hours. Now she was floating around the halls, waiting for anyone to ask for assistance. She peaked her head in more to the room when the girl asked. "Yeah it looks straight to me," she said honestly, leaning against the doorjam.

"Yeah, I have often got tired of living on the same place for a long time. I like adventures and always have. I like to stay for a while, to take in everything or as much as possible the cities has to offer" Aleksandar explained "How come you choose London of all countries in the world? I see, how old is she?" He regret he didn't have children sometimes. But he visited his siblings when they were still alive. They had children. It wasn't often he met them, because he didn't want to answer questions. One of his sister's was already suspicious why he never grew old like they did "Did they.. So you all grew up here despite it being dangerous of what I have heard a bit about over the years" 1860 and he barely had heard about it. Maybe people didn't know about the town in Europe were he spent most of his life. He was in America too, but didn't like it as much "That is 169 years ago. Oh? You mean they are still alive? Yeah, I do know they are. I am guessing I will not find out about any of the bad stories in the books at the library?"

"Yeah I was that way for a while. I stayed in London for a job and then I met someone, had my daughter... It just sort of happened." She hadn't planned on staying really, at least not for long. Maybe a year or two. But things had changed quickly. "She's three going on fourteen. Seems to think she can do anything." And the fact that she wasn't far off from that was worrying. Another powerful Bennett witch. "How do you mean dangerous?" she questioned, wondering if he meant the actual reason or the suspicious animal attacks and such that had always been told to keep the truth out of the public. "I meant their families are still around. Descendants." Though in some cases, yes, they were still around. "Nope. It might ruin their reputation they built for themselves to tell the truth of who really founded this place."

"Yeah, you never know when they are still kids. I remember that with my own children when they were younger. Victor could start painting on the walls and his twin sister Ella did the exact same when she saw what he did. They didn't listen to me nor their father. When I retuned, they had painted almost the whole wall" She sighed at the memory. It as a few years now, but she still can remember it as it was yesterday. It was still memories she wouldn't forget "They can be at many places within a few seconds. That is good. Maybe you should bring some extra clothes with you in case"

"Sounds like they were little artists," she said, smiling at the story the other woman told about her children. It was so sweet and normal. Something that her and her friends had lacked in their kids lives at times. "You could have always given them a color to repaint the whole wall and let them go nuts before painting the rest of it. I should probably make a note of that myself." So far paint wasn't the favorite medium when Shay colored, but it easily could be. "Oh I'm way ahead of you. I already stored a couple changes of clothes for both of us in my office."

"I have noticed that," she said with a laugh, knowing the girl liked to disappear in a puff of smoke, for some reason. Not that Daphne hadn't just done the same thing in her life. "Don't support she is looking for other people at the school?" She asked, though previously Caroline had been kind of criptic about what kind of 'qualifictions' you needed to work at her elite boarding school. Very cloak and daggers. "It's all good," she chuckled, shaking her head. "I think the point of kids is for them to take over your life," she joked, though not for her mother personally. But guess being a god, changed the rules on that.

"I'm not really sure on the hiring front, especially for the college. I'm just getting started with administrative work at the first school," she explained. Better than lying to the girl about the certain qualifications one needed here, the information you had to know. Caroline would surely have some excuse for it if Daphne asked her. "I guess. My own mom wasn't really around so all this is kind of new to me. Thankfully I had Caroline and Elena to ask for advice about things."

"So basically mini Damons? Pretty sure I can handle that," Bonnie pointed out as she stepped back from her friend, a smirk on her face. She could handle the regular drama every teenager had and, thankfully, most of the supernatural ones too. Even if she was a little out of practice. "Of course I won't regret it. I get to teach Shay all about her family history here and she gets to be around all of you... You're family. That's kind of what I need right now."

Bonnie had thought she might need to readjust to being in Mystic Falls again, a much smaller town than massive London had been. Turns out, it was just like riding a bike. Quickly, she was navigating the place out of sheer muscle memory. Despite the changes, it was still the same place in so many ways. But so was she. She tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, dropping her purse and nearly everything inside of it. "You'd think they'd fix that sidewalk by now," she grumbled as she began picking her things up.

"No," he said. "But sometimes food is about the experience more than the nutritional value," he said with a chuckle. "Though I also have written a few 100 mutritional menus, so maybe that's just me trying to expand," he said. He nodded understandingly at her words. "Well I know a feel people in town that I would trust for a night off," he said, and he was happy to offer them to help someone that needed a break.

"You have a point, but I still don't want my three year old to have colorful throw up because of the crayon eating," she pointed out. "So I take it you're a chef or nutritionist or something?" It was the logical conclusion to his statement of writing menus. "Thankfully I do too. All my family, my chosen family. I'd trust them with my life." And literally so on some occasions.

"I'd love to tell you that they grow out of it by 7 but Stefanie still comes home covered in stains and dirt. It is what it is." She added. She didn't love the idea of her coming home so dirty at first but it means she's having fun and that's all that matters. "The audacity." She joked, giving Bonnie a knowing look. "The amount of times I've been called mean simply for thinking of her safety."

"Yeah I kind of gave up hope recently. Figured even in a sterile room, she'd find a way to make a mess." But it was said with fondness and the adoration only a mom could provide. "I know. I'm just terrible," she joked back, falling easily into the friendship she always had with Elena. "Glad to know I'm not the only villainous parent around here. Maybe we can become a super villain team."

"Oh yeah? I was also born here." She added. Died, came back, none of it made any sense. "I'm not even sure why I came back, honestly. This town doesn't seem to have changed at all."

"I feel like I should know you then... I mean it's not that big of a town and most everyone goes to the same schools and events," Bonnie said, trying to place where she might have met the girl. They didn't seem to be too far apart in age, but then again, Bonnie had been told often she looked much younger, so the same could be true for Sarah. "There are little changes here and there I can think of. But you're right. The vibe is still the same."

"I can understand that. I just don't see myself being capable of loving someone to have children with." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. And she didn't mind that, she liked to be a loner, it had always been like that for her, even after she was adopted. She could see the love her parents had for each other, and she didn't see herself having that. Maybe she was too damaged. "I will keep that in mind. I highly doubt that, I think I might scare her. And I don't want her to cry."

"I think you're more capable of love than you think you are," Bonnie told her honestly. She may not have gotten to spend a lot of physical time with Summer, but she had gladly always been there to offer advice and witchy support whenever the other needed it. And she felt she had a decent sense on what sort of person the girl was. "You won't scare her. That girl is fearless. The only thing she has ever been afraid of is brussel sprouts. That is not a joke. There was an actual bad dream about brussel sprouts."

Luka smiled. “I thought if anyone would know how I’m here it would be you. And don’t look all scared, I’m not here for revenge.” He shrugged. “But staying alive would be nice, so maybe keep your vampires in check.”

"I may be weirdly at the center of a lot of things here, but not this one," she said honestly. And frankly, after her last attempts at bringing the dead back, she had been done with the whole thing. "I'm not scared of you. I'm just scared of... of whatever this might mean." For a dead person to be back, fully, that took a lot of power. Which was never good. "They're not my vampires and they're not even... They're not a threat any more." Stefan was gone and Damon was human now. The only vampire still in her life was Caroline. "For the record... I'm sorry. For what happened to you."

Ezra nodded. “Is it a nice town? I mean I’ve heard some stories.” He heard this town was pretty popular with the supernatural, but it wasn’t like he could ask a stranger that.

"I mean... It is very stuck in the past at times. There can be some classism and usually the same people are always winning or in charge of things. But there are also many people who are good, people who make this place worthwhile." It was the best, most honest answer she could give.

“That’s not what I asked.” He shot her look, one that said ‘if you need something, I’ll get it for you.’ The way he felt about the witch had been complicated for a while now, but the one thing he did now was his need to make sure she was okay. He smirked. “Of course she thinks I’m fun. She can come anytime.”

"I'm fine," she replied, both to his look and his previous question. She wasn't going to let Damon spend all his money on a new wardrobe for her, especially when most of hers was perfectly acceptable. She was going to be working at a supernatural school for crying out loud. A few stains wasn't going to make a big difference. "I don't know how you possibly fooled her," she joked, bumping her shoulder against his. "And just how much of a bad influence will you be on her? Will she come back judging my music tastes?"

Luna decided her room needed some fresh flowers, something to make it feel more homey. She found a cute little flower shop on the town square across the street from a coffee shop. She’d get some flowers and grab a coffee and taking a walk around the town. She brought a light pink flower to her nose. “These ones are perfect.” @fallsstarters

She had to get away from all the unpacking. It was about to drive her crazy. So Bonnie had left the chaos to get coffee. While sitting on a bench, she saw the girl passing by with flowers. That might be a good idea. Make the place feel like home. "Hey. Sorry to bother you. Where did you get those?"

"I know. It's just something to get used to," she admitted. Being in London, her circle had been much smaller. And once Shay's magic started to manifest, it had made it harder to have anyone else watch her. But here, they knew. They could handle seeing things floating around the house. "Besides a perfect Caroline clone who can do everything the great Caroline Forbes can do? Guess I come in a close second," she joked, wrapping her arms around her friend in a hug. "Chaotic? My toddler does magic without even trying. I'm used to chaotic."

"Well I think that just says that we are being narrowminded in our thoughts around art and food," he said with a chuckle. But he was also a chef, so he though food was art in a way. He nodded at her words. "Well I can't comment that but sometimes a night out is good just to feel like yourself again."

"While crayons may be non-toxic, that does not make them a good source of nutrition," Bonnie pointed out. Needless to say that argument hadn't worked with her daughter. "I haven't had one of those in a long time. There's not a lot of people I trust to watch my daughter. But now that I'm back here around so many people I know, maybe I can."