Raven turned her attention to the hooded boy with interest in what he had to say but cocked her head to the side slightly as he stopped midsentence. Curled lashes blinked a few times as he proceeded to draw his body inward as if trying to disappear. Surely baked goods were not cause for alarm but perhaps he had a traumatizing accident in the kitchen with a high speed blender a year past? ‘How awful’ she thought before scanning over the scene a bit more. An overwhelming aura of suffering loomed and surrounded this ill-fated being, how could Raven just leave him to this wretched device? Even if she could not dissolve his troubles fully she could attempt it, at least though she wondered if he would even be willing to let her help.

Before any attempt could be made another student arrived donning a pixie cut and cigarette in mouth pursed. An air of confidence followed this one yet arrogance could easily replace the previous word. The Lolita did not mind however, regardless of her own girly appearance Raven could adapt to anyone’s personality. There were few she clashed with especially since she came across as so submissively happy-go-lucky, an assumed people pleaser no doubt. 

[b]“Actually dark chocolate and vanilla bean.”[/b] Raven corrected with a nod though her smile waned while glancing back to the anxious boy.
 
Pixie’s smoke hovered in the dense air a surprisingly pleasant flowery bouquet and reminded her of the Lavender Honey cupcakes she had tried baking once before. Those were alright, a bit bland but organic none-the-less. Raven loved all things natural yet one would not be able to tell from her dolled up appearance. While reminiscing about goodies the door cracked ajar once again, and a male entered without speaking straight away. Instead of words a cupcake entered his mouth via flight and Raven could not help but grin with contentment as two were enjoying the treats currently. 

Mid-cupcake Kanoa decided to intervene with the hunched over male, and a startled Raven jumped ever so slightly as a piece of paper was smacked onto the possessed forehead. This seemed to do the trick as the hooded boy’s eye faded back to a normal hue instead of liquid silver. For now, there was no need to disrupt the seal as all seemed under control—presently. A few heated words were spoken by the pupil known as Maxwell who seemed unenthused with this whole ordeal. This did not stop him from introducing himself, along with a few others who demonstrated a small part of their abilities. Each holding unique capabilities, capabilities which could be twisted and used for immoral deeds. 

[b]“Pleased to meet you too.”[/b] She politely responded after witnessing Maxwell’s object manipulation, which seemed handy though his bridge incident was fresh news to her. 

Next up was the one bedeviled who went by Jackson. His skills highly noticeable to a detectable degree; one would not openly display such possession lest he or she be sent straight to a psychiatric hospital or worse yet--church. Unlike Maxwell, Jackson seemed utterly plagued by his talent and it nearly crippled him. His stutters were evidence of deep torture, he second guessed himself often thus doubling his words. 

[b]“The best of friends.”[/b] Raven chimed in after he was finished and continued on the cupcake, even though he was not able to say the word she could. 

Raven wore a sweet smile but held a mischievous glint in her eyes. A part of her loved all the anguish; this other half thrived on it like a poisonous oleander for milk. Being near these troubled Supernaturals was exhilarating. All this power and pain in arms reach was almost too good to be true-- yet the side not affected by the leeching spirit desired to help eradicate everyone’s woe. However, all the suffering in this room emitting from each body was almost suffocating Raven. She so wished to step outside to get some fresh air but refused the impulse. The majority of this agony was untouchable so there was little she could do to fix the situation. A sickness began to churn her stomach and she decided to lean her back against a wall, twisting a lock of shiny hair between a thumb and index finger, observing per usual on the next teen. 

Focusing on Red, easily excitable the one with the fiery hair as she exclaimed in glee at the group and what they could do. The red one shared her tether and how she did not fully comprehend her power just yet. It was refreshing to see how lively and carefree August felt about it. She was not completely torn up by this fact unlike so many of them, including Raven. Speaking of torn, Raven was not sure if she wanted to share a trick or even be in the spotlight. Like a doll placed delicately in an armoire, they were only looked at occasionally and then left alone. People confided in dolls not asked them their secrets. So, should she lie or trust them with vulnerability? 

Neither.

[b]“Hmmm.”[/b] A sing song hum came from the quaint black and white dressed female. [b]“I cannot stop thinking about this proposition Kanoa. Do tell.”[/b] A curious stance was taken, placing a hand on her hip she waited eagerly to hear the premise.