As she sat there, she didn't notice when another girl, who looked to be younger than her sat down next to her. Not super close, but on the same bench. Maddie looked up, when she heard small sniffles. The girl had short black hair, and she had been clearly crying earlier. "…are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
"Just leave me alone," the girl muttered, inching away from her.
Maddie managed a half smile, saying, "That's your demon talking, isn't it? That's okay, I'll try again when it's really you again."
"See, that's my problem! I don't have a demon," the girl burst out. After a beat of silence, she added bitterly, "Not like you social butterflies."
She hadn't been aware of it, but when a certain someone reached a hand up to brush some stray hair back behind her ears, she knew immediately. Daemon. It was her again. "Tough luck, love," her daemon spoke, her voice cold now. Of course, she hadn't come out of Maddie's body, but used the fact that she was already occupying a body and took control briefly.
"…sorry," Maddie hurried to apologize, as soon as she had control back. "My daemon…" she explained, but looked away when she saw the crestfallen face on the girl sitting next to her.