[h1][b][i][color=FFCB00][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a97e8983-b22c-4dfe-b2a2-4825bd67ff76.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FFCB00][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Kingston-Gray House
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One thing after another in the damn house was making Leah like the idea of being here less and less. They seemed nice, which wasn't actually helping as much as one might thinking. [i]That[/i] made her feel uncomfortable because they didn't know who she was. Leah was willing to believe they were just nice people, but they were acting that way towards a stranger. They didn't know her, but they seemed content to open up and treat her like they were long-time friends. That felt wrong, [i]sickening,[/i] on a level she wasn't in a good headspace to articulate. It felt like they were hiding something suspicious.

What hadn't occurred to her, and was yet to click in her head, was that people were just like this sometimes.

When people shouted and started coming back downstairs, and when Max went back upstairs, Leah could not help but stare at the strange glass he'd left. [i]Every[/i] possible milkshake in one glass? She'd never had [i]one.[/i] She slowly reached for it, holding it and wondering what kind of weird magic it took to pull this off. For a moment, the bubbling anxiety was staved off by curiosity... 

Her eyes widened. Each individual sip was something completely different, sure enough. Dark chocolate, vanilla (Sorry, Ben), pecan... That one was awful, actually. One stood out though. It was like biting into a really, really sweet and sugary fruit. It was [i]strong,[/i] too.

Strawberry cheesecake.

She didn't hate it. It was nice.

And then the anxiety came right back when Ben had said something to her. How things would be fine, how Leah could talk to him about... Something? She didn't know, but her brain was jumping to conclusions. If Sabine's powers were going off, she'd be able to fix that herself- She wasn't nearly as volatile as everyone thought she was and Leah knew that well enough to trust her- But what if that [i]wasn't[/i] what he was talking about? 

Leah stood up straighter, becoming painfully aware of what expression her face did or didn't have. If it was obvious enough that a total stranger could read her that way, she seriously needed to get her shit together.

[color=FFCB00]"I'm fine,"[/color] She lied. [color=FFCB00]"Sabine knows what she's doing. Whatever it is."[/color]

[i]Right?[/i]

Then Leah turned around slowly before anyone could call her out on pretending to not be extremely anxious. She methodically started grabbing things as previous instructed, and sat things down. She glanced at Percy and Andy, who were slightly familiar and more familiar. She didn't know how to talk to these wizards, but at least Andy was easy to get along with. The little axe-murder twink though? She wasn't really sure about that. But at least he wouldn't pretend he didn't like her if she bugged him... Maybe.

[color=FFCB00]"Hey. I told them you'd want something with caffeine in it, Andy. Don't know what you wanted, Percy."[/color]