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Location: Olympus Academy - Front Courtyard
Mentioned: [@Helo]

Longer fingers took the page from his fingers, gaze dropping for half a moment to glance across the flier. It wasn't long that it took her to read over it, knowing that one of the Hermes kids would get her the location, or maybe she's just stick around with someone else until they got the message. Lifting her gaze back to the Son of Ares, she caught his gaze and saw him thinking. His lips moved around words, a smile, cheer that Auria herself had not been able to muster in the last year. Most others left her alone, while Hudson was good with people, and Zelma was too new to actually make friends; Auria had never really tried before. Was this her first attempt at non-violent interaction? Perhaps it really was, but that didn't really bother her. Right?

[color=#7E587E]"I'll be there if I get the message."[/color]

The daughter of Hades watched him, her playful smirk faltering only for a moment before she was back at her facade. Hudson had been teaching her how to interact this way only a few days ago, in one of their secret lessons. Of course, she would likely fail the interaction in the end. Sort of like the last time she talked to a Hermes kid; she threatened his and all his siblings lives if they ever got in her head again. Turning her thoughts from the year she had been here and spent alone, she trailed her gaze over the young mans shoulders, looking behind him for a brief moment at scenes caused. There were plenty of people about, and less breathing space. She was liable to turn on someone if they popped up behind her. 

[color=#7E587E]"Do you... Want to talk somewhere else? It's getting a bit crowded here."[/color]

The only kinds of crowds she actually liked, were those full of the dead and dying. It was what she was used to, and even being here for a year, she hadn't gotten used to any of it. She had a purpose, and the urge to play with her food, and it was driving her towards the edge standing around with so many people close by. Some were loud, others quiet; she could feel and see things that they didn't; the students babbling about completely irrelevant things. The tension in her covered shoulders was clear, hands now shoved in her sweater pockets, fingers curled around the handle of a knife. She almost wished that she could have one of her hounds up here too, but even Hades knew it was a bad idea to send her with one of their bloodthirsty pets. 
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