What Are You Guys ON?!?!?!?!? (8/INFINITY)

Cora delicately lowered herself into the seat beside Jake, smiling gratefully to him before turning to Harper. “Oh uhm…It’s not a local one, you wouldn’t have heard of it.” She glanced over the top of Harper’s head and found her brother staring. Why did he have to look so menacing so early in the morning? Cora shook her head slightly, glancing away from Karma. She stared down at her orange juice and tapped her thumb against the side of her glass. “Am I to assume you guys are from around here?”

Cora suddenly felt rather awkward, and she could feel the tears starting to prick the corners of her eyes. “I’m straight…why does it matter though?” Her voice was growing softer and softer by the second, and she refused to look at anyone.

Cora decided to keep quiet, feeling rather out of place now due to the girl’s previous statement. She fiddled with the chain on her skirt, wishing she was somewhere with a herbology book at least.
Karma had started to make his way over upon seeing the uncomfortable gestures made by his sister. He held back a huff as he sat down opposite her, biting a straw between his teeth like he always did when he wanted to smoke. “You okay Bambina?” his voice was deep, husky, a much nicer comparison——he thought——to the voice of the boy who had spoken to his sister. The girl herself simply nodded, but still she didn’t look up.

Cora shook her head, finally looking up at Jake with wide eyes. “Thank you for the offer but I’m lactose intolerant.” she caught Karma’s scowl from the corner of her eye, was he being protective of her again? She gave him a look that told him she was fine and that Jake wasn’t going to hurt her. Not that Karma was inclined to believe her.

“I’d like that.” Once again Cora’s beautiful bright smile returned. Coffee was something she would die for, the sudden rush of adrenaline she got after drinking coffee was something she’d become mildly addicted to.

Karma was half in mind to let out the huff he’d been holding in, when he noticed a very effeminate boy writing something down. He leaned over with one eyebrow raised. “What you writing, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“What’s your book about?” Karma tried not to sound impatient, he’d gotten good at hiding his actual emotions. Although, there was something about this person that intrigued him. Karma wasn’t one for social interaction, but getting to know this one wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sounds interesting.” Karma nodded, smiling himself. “I think a lot of people would like that kind of book.” While Karma didn’t know much about books himself, his sister loved to ramble on about them, and this story sounded right up her alley. Though it did spark an image in his head for what all these characters would look like on paper——he’d have to draw them at some point.

Oh the glory that threatened to show on Karma’s face when he realised that someone else there smoked. He wasn’t alone! Too bad she wasn’t much of a looker, nor did he swing that way——in another world perhaps he would have liked a woman like her. He dragged his eyes away from the cigarette and stared at the veins in his palm as if to distract himself.

Karma preferred to roll himself, but these were desperate times, and so gratefully took a cigarette from the pack with a nodded thanks. He wasn't going to light it now, not while his sister was around, but as soon as he got outside he would. "I never get caught." he winked at the writing boy. "I don't believe I know your name."

Cora took the coffee from Jake with a dazzling grin. "Thank you, I really appreciate it. I usually keep some on me but I didn't have the time this morning." she carefully opened it and took a sip. Already she could feel the adrenaline building itself up. She wasn't going to down it, that wouldn't have been polite. "So uhm… What lessons do you have?"

"For some reason you didn't strike me as a singer." Cora meekly teased, smiling softly so that Jake would know she wasn't being serious. "I imagine you to be more of a drama person, since you kind of have a flamboyant personality." she pulled her leather satchel onto her lap and started rummaging around all of the books and papers until finding her schedule. "I have English, and then apparently music. Would it be okay if I stick with you? I don't really know where I'm going."

Evan, that’s a nice name.
Karma was beginning to take a strange liking to this person, and it confused the hell out of him. He noticed that they were packing up, presumably to head to lessons. Ah, he’d forgotten about them. In truth the only reason he was here was because his sister had forced him to enter the building, and even though he respected her, she was gravely mistaken if she thought he was going to stick around for very long. Karma rose up from his seat and leaned down to whisper in Evan’s ear. “Most people call me Karma, but you can call me Klaus.” And with that he proceeded to make his way outside so he could smoke——his body was beginning to object to staying indoors too long.