[h3][color=plum]Laurel[/color][/h3]
Laurel braced for the impact as soon as she saw Kiki barreling towards them after her bat, not paying a bit of attention. She could tell the other girl never even saw them, as such she placed herself squarely in front of the other girl behind her not wanting to let the girl get hit. She nodded when Kiara spoke to her, she could only imagine the amount of trouble that her roommate was in at this point in time. There was no way Langley was going to let her get off without at least some time in the stables mucking stalls or something else highly undesirable like cleaning toilets and floors. 

She could hear people laughing amiably not too far down the hallway a bit, "[color=plum]This is Lyla, she's a Splice. We're headed to Niall's if you want to come Kiki.[/color]" Laurel offered as she glanced down the hall towards the doorway she knew led into Niall's room. He was smoking hot but he never seemed interested in anyone, especially a Gifted like herself but she wasn't specifically worried about it. She knew he was a powerful heir and probably had an arranged mating sometime in the very near future. It was common and any she wolf would be privileged to have him as a mate.

Brushing her long, thick, black hair behind her ear once more as she looked at Kiki who'd already changed clothes. She would stay in the gown she was in. If she ruined it she would get another one, her mother would never let her wear it again anyways since it was "trashy" and only poor people wore clothes more than once. She never seemed to notice when Laurel wore tops or jeans more than once though, probably because they weren't as spectacular as a gown, less details to recognize them by. She was certainly quite contrary in all things concerning clothing and her children. No one prayed to her mother for anything other than heart stopping clothing and violence. Laurel was a near reincarnate, not quite the level of her mother who was a perfect. She had more of her own personality and less of the goddess flooding her brains. Her mother's goddess did not understand that she did not have her full powers anymore because her mother had not ever undergone the ceremony.

"[color=plum]Anyways, I'm going to go ahead and get in on the liquor before Niall drinks it all. His room is 308.[/color]" Laurel bobbed her head at the other girls, leaving Lyla in the hands of her roommate. She headed easily down the hall in the tall heels. She ran her hands through her hair, it was beginning to get a large number of waves in it as the night drew on and thus sliding out from it's tamed place to surround her face and frame it. Her brother always said she looked like the true Bastet, she was graceful, powerful, and cunning. She was his opposite, truly something to behold in his eyes. He was a rough sketch while she was a refined masterpiece. She moved silently as she slipped inside the room, finding several of the others who had been in the ballroom and had fled shortly before she and Lyla had. 

[h3][color=lightsteelblue]Niall[/color][/h3]
Niall laughed, a deep rumbling sound as his wolf chortled along with him, amused at the situation at hand. Niall had already shed his tux coat and the white shirt beneath it baring his well muscled and defined chest. The world around him was at ease and Niall was the king of his own world. This was his domain and his people thrived here in his own tiny palace of sorts. He thanked the moon that his brethren had not shown their faces and their wolves on this night and he could truly be himself and not the heir he was required to be in the presence. It was truly wonderful, he was kind young man but he had a will of steel and the jaws to match when need be. 

He'd taken to just sipping his prized whiskey while the others chattered and he noticed Laurel slipping into the party. He grinned widely as he saw her, he was one of the few people on campus who truly knew what the girl was capable of. She'd gained expert control of her gifts in the last several years they'd spent here. She'd nearly killed several other students their first year here. She had a very well hidden power aside from her obvious ones. "[color=lightsteelblue]Laurel![/color]" He howled loudly of the music that was playing in the room, it was a catchy human tune that had a good beat for dancing. 

He rounded the edge of the bar to go grab ahold of her but she was across the room as silently and as quickly as only she could. She was really showing her gifts now. Most never saw her move any faster than a human, but Niall knew better than that. That cat eyed gaze made his wolf restless and want to run and hunt. She bounced up to sit on the counter in his kitchen and he chuckled at her antics. "[color=lightsteelblue]For everyone who doesn't know this is the ever lovely Laurel.[/color]" He gestured to her figure on the counter with a large hand and nodded his head at her as he spoke. She raised a hand and waved as she pulled a glass from the cabinet and filled it with tap water, boring as ever and still not drinking as his aforementioned incident several years ago.