Raven was not used to the interaction but found it quite enjoyable. Perhaps they could be friends, like true friends instead of acquaintances. Maybe she could invite her over for tea and they could go on a walk or whatever it was that friends do for fun. Kanoa was beginning to leave a very good impression in Raven’s mind, something that was equally frightening. She had originally cared very little about what these students thought, she could do as she pleased and leave whenever it suited her. There was no contract signed and there were other’s to fill her spot but things were getting interesting, even though not much about this mystery had unfolded yet. It was the curiosity of it all that really gripped her and made her stay--what could be, what would be…how this would all turn out. It had killed cats, curiosity that is.

Unfortunately she did not receive the answer she was hoping for but Violet, Raven’s nickname for her, must have sensed Raven’s sincere motive and self-conciseness.  Perhaps on a later date, should the occasion arise…she had a feeling Violet was trying to console her just in case she ended up being the hopeless black sheep of the group of super friends. Teeth began to nibble on her glossy bottom lip in thought; she was wallowing in self-pity again like a puppy deprived of a treat. Pathetic. The motion from the swing softened the blow, and the height along with the wind whisking through black curled tresses—since her hood had fallen down.  

Raven’s posture straightened up further as Cory came into view, her hues glistening from glee. She was not sure why he had captured her interest because he was dreadfully quiet--painfully so. Raven wondered how anyone could be quieter than herself. It wasn’t like she did not have things to say, she choose not to but Cory…he severely restrained himself. Buried deep within something dwelled there, waiting to burst out—or not.  Maybe they were more alike than she had originally thought besides appearances. He was no doubt gorgeous to anyone’s eyes but she was an acquired taste. The dark Lolita was not sure they would even mesh well given their personalities or go beyond a simple hello; he seemed uninterested in almost—everything. 

Following his arrival strode Maxwell. Someone she had not focused on much yesterday. He had a dominating aura, so he was not easily missed--she just had not centered her soul attention on the man. Prying vast eyes away from Cory she examined the one with fascinating grey hair. Grey was a color she was quite fond of so that was a good start. Before finishing her observations she thought it best to stop. Basing her opinions on the appearances of others was not the grandest idea, however. Raven had made a note to stop being so physically judgmental, it wasn’t like she had never been on the receiving end of a cruel perception but it was a difficult trait to alter. 

Pixie made her presence known in the form of a sarcastic quip per usual and Red leisurely sauntered catching up to the group, braid swinging behind like a tail. Topic for today: Shapeshifting, as mentioned by Violet and investigated by Red. Questions were ablaze from the red head that resembled Sherlock Holmes at this moment. Raven could picture a deerstalker cap upon her head and smoke bellowing out of briar pipe. This made her smile for a moment before beginning to listen more intently at the conversation.  Call signs were a bit much but Jackson made acknowledgment to keep a sharp eye out. This Shapeshifter was probably more intelligent than they were giving it credit for. It had a plan already, a goal, and wouldn’t stop until it was accomplished. This was all just leading up to the grand finale. 

[b]“When do we explore the woods?”[/b] Raven kindly asked, her voice trailing while gliding through the air. They wouldn’t find what they were looking for by asking questions. They needed to search for more clues. Everything would eventually fall into place but they needed to act.