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         [ A vampire could always sense something supernatural and fantastical about those around them. The way their scent picked up triggered them differently, allowing them to know their prey better. But this-- What was this? It was... earthy. Like a dying down campfire and the aura was peaceful ]

           For weeks the young swamp witch had been asking the headmistress to bring her to the infamous celebration, and for weeks Cordelia denied the request. While she encouraged the other to go without her, she also warned of the typical dangers that came with going out into the open—especially with the pesky hunters lurking about. And with denial, the woman had to watch as the other sadly agreed.

           Wouldn’t she be shocked when she caught sight of the blonde standing outside her door, wearing nothing but a shirt and jeans? It was strange for the proper woman to wear anything that pulled away from her superior position at the academy. She rarely was seen out of a dress, or skirt. And even on those occasions, it was never quite as casual as what she currently wore.

           After much thought, the leader decided that the two deserved a little fun. With the other girls occupied—and visiting their families—it left the two witches alone. Why not go then? Tapping her fingers against the door, Delia spoke softly.

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RJ sat uncomfortably in the room, his new social workers perched on either side of him like birds. They spoke with the headmistress with funny accents, and he continued his vow of silence he'd held since he'd entered Louisiana.

He'd been in five different states, had five different names, five different sets of co-workers, five different times his mom had found him. He didn't know if she was some kind of sleuth genius or if the system just sucked at keeping the kids' information secret for very long.

"We should probably discuss Reuben's case..." One of the social workers murmured, opening a manila folder. RJ knew this scene, and he didn't want any part of it again.

"Can I go?" He asked, a bit too loudly.

"Reuben-"

"Please? I'll just go... check the place out..."

He was excused and he left in a hurry, making his way up the grand staircase, hoping he wasn't headed to anywhere off limits. The walls felt lonely but powerful, and the hallways were empty but held an energy that frightened and intrigued him. 

He spotted a girl then, hearing her footsteps and turning to meet her gaze. He must have seemed out of place, since it was a boarding school for girls, but the social workers said they allowed a few boys to attend.

There was something about New Orleans that Stefan really loved. Maybe it was because he didn't spend his days listening to Elena and Damon being all loved up, or maybe it was because he didn't have to pretend to be something he wasn't. He had spent too long in Mystic Falls pretending to be a good little vampire and sublimating his cravings for human blood. And for what? For nothing.

All that hard work, only for Elena to fall in love with his older brother who, in all honesty, did not deserve her. Stefan had left friends behind in Mystic Falls, but he couldn't care. His humanity had been turned off the second he had left Mystic Falls. It kept away the sorrow and the guilt and everything else that he felt. Naturally, this meant that he couldn't find it within himself to stop his inner ripper from being unleashed, and he had returned to his original state without a second thought. Klaus, of course, was in his element.

The hot sun was beating down on Stefan's skin as he leisurely strolled down the streets of New Orleans. He had bypassed some quite eclectic places; it could easily be said that New Orleans was a much more cultural place than Mystic Falls, and Stefan appreciated the difference. Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks was playing somewhere close, but not from one of the many cafés or shops that he had walked by. He followed the sound down a little alleyway, and encounted a woman there. She was young and blonde and looked like she'd just stepped out of a swamp, but in the best possible way. The complete polar opposite of Elena.