Observant gray optics noticed one of the ex-soccer students rubbing their shin gingerly, presumably a tibia fracture sustained from an old injury on the field—if Raven had to guess. He had not been able to play in weeks and his physical and mental anguish were apparent, especially to the Lolita. It was an aura followed by three tiers. Tier one followed shallow pain and was most easily altered while tier two was physical but tier three was true emotional pain and was commonly inaccessible. Only the malevolent spirit could touch tier three but given time Raven was sure she could mend it, not hinder. 

She watched as he pitifully pressed one laptop key at a time with a jagged index finger, resting his head on an angled palm. His chest rose with a long drawn inhale, lazily peering up to the teacher until the bell rang with freedom. His soccer buddies paid him little mind these days, finding favor in another that took his place. They waved at him before hurrying out the door in high spirits, soon another game would take place and they planned to win. Raven casually dropped her hands continuing to survey this poor soul as he soon limped out the door. She gathered her belongings, a cupcake capsule, and the letter that accidentally fluttered to the floor like a white feather. This message reminding her to the engagement she needed to attend. 

Little time was needed in order to fix ‘soccer guys’ turmoil. He was going the same direction as her after all. Plan of action called for inconspicuous behavior so she took a deep breath and rushed past purposely bumping into him. This caused the already troubled teen to stumble forward but fast hands grabbed onto his arm, which pulled him back to a stand before he could fall over fully…and it was done. Touch was not necessarily needed to help dissolve the pain but it did help, especially if tending to the exact spot of discomfort. How awkward would that be however, to start massaging a student’s shin in the middle of the hallway? Raven would never. 

“My apologies but um, sorry, can’t stay! Bye!” She said in a cutesy manner before scurrying off toward room 12c. Before turning a corner she peeked back to look at the boy as he was arching a brow at his leg able to walk without pain, and a satisfied smirk crossed her pale lips. Brownie points for her she thought happily.

A hand nervously straightened out her ivory button down shirt and black pleaded skirt, with eyes catching the hands on her wristwatch. Time was rapidly passing as she was struggling with trying to find this damn room when ashen eyes finally spotted the door, which she had walked past time and time again. With a shake of her head in ire she inched forward, turning the knob to enter a quiet place. There were few voices but that did not dissuade her from chiming in.

“Hello.” Raven greeted with a warm smile and light wave while scanning the room. None of these people were familiar except for a few of their faces. Raven tended to keep to herself due to her ability. Not only was being surrounded by an immense amount of stranger’s pain exhausting, she sometimes had the negative effect of causing more of it to unsuspecting people—especially those closest to her. 


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“Pardon.” Reaching over the man with feet nonchalantly perched upon the wooden table she carefully set down the rounded container. Slender fingers with tidy long nails lifted the tupperware top revealing the contents inside. They were beautiful, each circular dessert with either a red or pink rose. Raven had been practicing her frosting skills but the cake itself may prove deceiving. She could create lovely pieces sure, but making them taste good was a whole different trial and she had not taste tested this batch.  

“Are there many more joining us?” Quizzically Raven asked after casting a worrisome glance at the little masterpieces, too scared to try one herself.