#hmevent

Hazel wasn’t particulary feeling like being surrounded by people since Marcel had left. She missed him and part of her wanted to leave Mystic Falls and go back to New Orleans, even though she knew Marcel would hate that. Still, she forced herself to get out of the house, trying to distract herself from her problems. Taking on the lanterns, she used her magic to make it float higher, her eyes on it until is disappeared with the rest of the lanterns. “At least they’re pretty.”

I think there needs to be more lanterns up there.

Avery stood with her back to the woods as she watched a crowd of townsfolk gathered near a main square. She looked from person to person and noticed that nearly all of them were carrying paper lanterns, some had already lit theirs and were watching them float up into the night sky. It’s pretty, thought Avery, and let a small smile slip onto her face.

Another one of Mystic Falls’ event. Should I expect more deaths?

Standing off to the side, Dean leaned against his car with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. He hadn’t planned on coming out to this thing. He wouldn’t ever be able to see Mystic Falls as his home so it didn’t feel right to join in with the celebrations of a town he despised. But he had turned up nonetheless and his eyes were following lanterns as they floated up into the sky until they eventually floated so far that it seemed like they disappeared among the stars. He kept his face turned up towards the sky, smiling wryly at the thought of one of those lanterns reaching his brother if he was even up there. He could sense somebody standing beside him now but he kept his gaze on the sky, talking in a thoughtful murmur. “–I wonder how many birds get caught in those things.”