#sheignited

     the café is new and it smells like hazelnut cream cakes. her coffee is piping hot, steam rising from the white cup. katherine has never been one for coffee but hell is often lacking in those luxuries and she’ll take what she can get. being queen of hell is dirty business but someone has to do it. maroon lips raise at the sides as she watches teens pour in the door, looking for their daily dose of caffeine before school. god, katherine didn’t miss that annoying thing... children.     @sheignited / liked

“yes. i do.” he said firmly moving over to look over at her now with concerned eyes. “why wouldn’t i wanna stay?” he questioned, he came back to look for his brothers, and sisters and he was still wanting to find them. “What do you know?” he frowned crossing his arms over his chest. 

“i’m no doctor but i’m pretty sure leaving you alone for ten minutes wouldn’t cause a heart attack..” he trailed off before shrugging hoisting his bag more onto his shoulder. “i was just grabbing snacks, no need to flip out.” he walked over towards her to join her side. 

“well thank god it’s only eight thousand and not nine thousand.” he glanced over with furrowed eyebrows. he rolled his eyes chuckling sitting back while sighing. “thanks for the information i’m sure it will come to great use sooner .. or later..” 

They’re not supposed to be out here this late -- if Professor Saltzman knew that she had coerced his daughter (though she wouldn’t really call it coercing in the first place) into spending time alone with her in the middle of the night, not only would she have to face the consequences of her reckless behavior, but she would be in for an equally obnoxious lecture about responsibility. Santana is far too engrossed in her conversation with Josie to care about it anyway, defying everyone’s unfair assumptions about her. About how much of a horrible person she was, selfish, self-centered, egotistical, but she finds it hard to mirror that image in front of Josie.

She sits there with her arm bumping against her’s, with a blanket she’d brought along just in case it got cold, draped over both their shoulders -- its windy and almost crippling cold, and she runs her fingers through her hair to push her loose hair out of the way, until Josie reaches out, until she runs her fingers through it and for a second, she makes eye contact, prolonged and too intense to be considered something just friendly.

Santana almost leans in, she almost kisses her, she almost bites the bullet, but she smiles at Josie instead, hooks her arm through her’s and turns her gaze to the starry night sky. “If we catch pneumonia we’re gonna need a contingency plan, or at least a scapegoat to blame it on. I’m thinking... that new guy who looks like he hasn’t washed his hair since 2010 and wears more eyeliner than I do.”

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She was fine. She kept telling herself everything was going well. She wasn’t taking her pills, Lizzie always hated how it made her feel, the changes that it caused on her body. She felt she could handle moving on without the medication. She could keep her mind busy and it would all go as planned. She just had to concentrate on other things and try to stay out of certain situations that wouldn’t be healthy for her. That’s how Lizzie thought it would go.

    He’s not paying too much attention, nose stuck in a book. Normally talking and studying was easy for Nick, considering he was pretty good at all the subjects he was currently in. A prodigy to Edward Spellman himself. When she spoke he sat the book down and looked over at her. “Nothing, just focused on this one spell.”He remarked, giving her his full attention. “Did I miss something important you said?”He asked, flashing his most dazzling smile her way.