Evelyn’s eyes were drawn to a familiar voice. She gave a disapproving look and a small, barely heard tsk of her lips to see Mitchell coming in through the window. Why the window of all things? Did he think he was in one of those 50 pence romance novels where the men always come in through the window? How silly. And inappropriate decorum. Especially in front of the new ones. She didn’t care if he’d been a bat. One transformed before the door, and then entered. Simple. 

[b]”We have guests, Mitchell…”[/b] Evelyn started, but was interrupted by Angel coming in the dining hall behind her, throwing out questions. Evelyn frowned heavily, only to look and see the other girl had come back as well. Could they not be left alone for a minute in the day? She was not a babysitter. Ah, and of course, William came back too. Evelyn eyes glanced to Viorica who began getting huffy that the fledglings knew not their place and were interrupting their meeting. Evelyn quite agreed, and retiring to her room like the elder vampiress honestly sounded like a pleasant idea. 

With a sigh, Evelyn rubbed one of her temples and looked to see William seemingly asleep, thirst apparently finally sated. She sighed, clearing the emotion on her face. [b]”Yes well… just leave him there,”[/b] she said quietly. [b]”If you all would excuse me…”[/b] she whispered, though the tone was unbearably chilly as she took a glass of blood and left the dining hall once more, headed for her room. As he heels tapped the cold floor, echoing about her and off the walls, a small smile was returned to her face as she pictured her room. A fireplace, a good book, cuddled up in a nightgown with a quilt. Ah, if only there weren’t the distinct chance she’d be interrupted…