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Erica was loving her new persona at school. She could do whatever she wanted and no one dared to challenge her. She trailed her nails along the nearby lockers as she walked towards someone she’d been just waiting to talk to. The other Hale. She finally approached him and leaned on the locker next to him, a smirk playing on her bright red lips. “So, I’m going to assume you’re in on the werewolf stuff too. Why aren’t you a part of the pack?”

        Blood trickled down the side of Scott’s cheek, the droplets of crimson staining his jean jacket which might have bothered him if he cared-- favoring a piece of clothing seemed so trivial. Glowing eyes faded back to a chocolate brown, his gaze lingering on the body of what they found to be a Ghoul. Thing came into town and started feeding on locals-- a mere threat and nothing else to Scott. Didn't bother to get his name or a reason--- didn't matter. When his claws finally retracted after his heartbeat started to level again, he reaches up to touch the wound on his cheek that was slowly healing, eyes diverting from the body and over to Robyn who had went on this Suicide mission with him. The only one who trust not to get himself killed or make some attempt to have some kind of bonding moment like Stiles strives to do.                       “We should bury the body-- or toss it over the ravine. Easiest clean up.”

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“Robinson.” She’s not exactly surprised that he’s sitting in her office, given his involvement in certain things that pertain to her daughter, but she also knows that he has any actual reason to be in her office - he’s certainly one of the smarter ones, and while he may be more out of class than in class, thanks to certain activities, she highly doubts that any teacher sent him here... unless, of course, he took a page out of Malia’s book and growled at someone. She has only had to explain that one away a few hundred times. “Is this a conversation that pertains to school, or is it my daughter you’re here to discuss.”