âMy expectations were minimal, at best. I guess early on I just accepted that we werenât ever going to resemble a normal family.â Whatever demons she housed, it was clear it had to something with this sister he spoke of. Sure, his own werenât far off from the same conclusion, but perhaps for a slightly different reason. He couldnât imagine anyone relating to his life â in no way that could ever matter. At her comment, his head wiggled in pride. Not denying it. âDunno. This place is pretty small. Maybe I will, maybe I wonât.â Then he shrugged slightly. âI donât even know your name.â
âNormal is boring anyway.â the witch teased with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood as the topic of family had started to drag her down. It was easier to push the thoughts of Jane Anne and Monique far from her mind and focus on her new life in the sleepy town of Mystic Falls, and she could only imagine that things wouldnât stay that way for long. âUnless youâre actively trying to avoid me, I think this place is too damn small for us not to run into each other.â she remarked, crossing her arms as she looked him over. âSophie Deveraux, and you are?â