Much dialogue from fellow Supernaturals followed after accepting [color=#A901DB]Kanoa’s[/color] request but the Lolita paid little mind, gradually slinking into a daydream gloom world of hers she visited often. Only eyes casually flickered to [color=#FF4000]Red’s[/color] tumble, the only reaction the pony tailed student had to offer— conclusively the student had not hurt herself so all was well, except for the bonding comment which felt like a partial jab toward her direction. Briefly she stuck out her pierced tongue at [color=#FF4000]Red[/color] when she was not looking. [i]'Take that'[/i] she proudly thought though it was [color=#BE81F7]Pixie[/color] who caused Raven to pull away from her daydreams further.

[color=#BE81F7]Pixie's[/color] facial expression and the intonation of her voice had changed to a more relatable one. As she spoke of darkness and her mother Raven mildly eyed the room for reactions. Interesting how the rebellious one bowed so swiftly. Perceiving a look of pity in some of the student’s eyes she wondered if they would begin to interlock hands and sing kumbaya. To be able to divulge inner demons so easily…was there something wrong with Raven not to do so? She began to question herself and felt unsettled. Already some of the members were beginning to relate to one another, open up, and connect. She felt just as out of place here as she did in the ‘real world’. Was it, no…could it be--envy? [i]‘Ew, what a disgusting emotion’[/i] she internally thought in repulsion. Nothing wrong with being alone, secretly wallowing in despair but did she really want to? No…

Whether he liked it or not Raven was unable to avoid throwing [color=#088A85]Corey[/color] another curious look. It was such a curse to be beautiful, and stares were the price he had to pay. She had received gawks for a different reason, looking like a living doll did draw some unwarranted gazes. Perhaps if she had blond hair and blue eyes she would already have a boyfriend by now or maybe if she just tried a wee bit harder. There were little advantages to being an introvert. She knew nothing about wooing a potential mate but [i]‘the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach’[/i] quote did come to mind…even though it was anatomically correct to go center bypassing the sternum and costal cartilages. Would he like red velvet cupcakes or maybe a steak? Grilling was not a strong suit of hers so cupcakes would have to suffice, she would bring some tomorrow and find out. Check. 

Two more students suddenly entered the room and by this time Raven’s excitement for the evening had reached its peak. She nodded in their direction offering a welcoming smile but was weary from all the back and forth conversations nay bickering. Fingers began creating braids among her pony tails as two different discussions were exchanged. One on the subject of weed, which was perfectly acceptable in Ravens eyes. It was natural when not laced and held healing properties for cancer patients and people dealing with chronic pain. It helped people but [color=#BE81F7]Pixie[/color] referred to its users as scrubs.  Raven quirked a brow toward the master herbalists direction but remained silent, letting her carry on with her expertise to the innocent [color=#1fb1c3]Jackson[/color]. 

With all that aside [color=#A901DB]Kanoa[/color] revealed the mysterious leaf and set a date for tomorrow to meet up. The meeting was adjourned and tomorrow would start another interesting day. While watching Red and Pixie retreat Raven decided to head home too but stopped before reaching the door. A thumb was placed against her bottom lip in thought for a moment before she daintily turned to face the president of the occult club. She wished for the others to have already left before speaking her mind but they were doddeling, and time was of the essence. 

[b][color=#A901DB]"Kanoa..."[/color][/b] Raven began speaking in a soft-spoken tone, a sincerity she had not yet shared to the group before. [b]“It isn’t my place to say but--I think the student’s parents would be overwhelmed if we all decided to ask them questions at once.”[/b] She did not want to blatantly suggest splitting up but hopefully the violet eyed beauty would get the hint. 

[b]“I would not mind speaking to them. It’s the least I can do.”[/b] It was the only thing she could do in hindsight though it could cause some controversy among the others--but what else was she good for here? Should the government find out about her little trick they would surely use her to retrieve information from insurgents and the like. She was a torture device on steroids and making people talk was her specialty, well, besides creating pretty yet bland baked goods. 

Torturing these parents was not on the agenda, exactly. She could sense their pain and if they did not feel any for their missing child—perhaps they were involved? She could also subtly twist what pain was there enough so they would share something. There were many ways to gain information besides bringing pain to them physically. Venerable minds were the easiest to bend.  

[b]“Just, think about it and tell me your answer tomorrow. Kay?”[/b] Raven lightly smiled before exiting the room. If one were observant enough they could depict a tinge of true sadness behind those full eyes of hers. Whatever ounce was there she made vanish in an instant because she was quite good at concealing her emotions and fibbing after all. [color=#FF4000]Red[/color] would most likely be the one to oust her first but Raven had a feeling the flame hued girl would pay little mind, as she was more invested in other things it seemed—luckily.