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            “--wow this is awkward.             Uh. Hi. I know we haven’t officially met, but I’m             Caroline Forbes. You’re Elijah, right?”

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“Is that... Blood on your shoes?”

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“Like, a little person growing inside of me...”

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                                       "Hang on-- you're Elijah? As in that guy                                          some freaks tried to sell my best friend over                                         to after they kidnapped her?"

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Davina glared at Kol one last time when she heard Elijah’s voice. This was not the way that Davina had wanted to tell them. But, of course, Kol insisted on trying to help her with everything, resulting in her having to yell at him. No turning back now.

“Surprise, Elijah?”

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She opens a tea room. The name is... still a work in progress until she and her cousin can come to an agreement. They are open. In a manner of speaking, the strangest people already flocking and April would like to blame it on the supernatural. But the fact of the matter is, that witches always know witches and like calls to like. Even if April would much prefer they not pop up by her front door while she's attempting to root through shipping crates to determine which will be best served in the tea room, and which should be best left for Darcy's apartment across town. The glass window in the front of the shop reads Camellia Sinensis in curling font, and she may or may not be cheating with unpacking. Her own strange family history aside, she can just imagine the looks on her sisters' faces should they ever arrive to find her doing something so mundane and operating a tea and pastry shop. April does not desire normal or mundane, she desires distance from the strange that is her family, and the dark cloud which followed them from her childhood home, (now in ashes where it rests), all through her adolescense. At a diminutive five foot one, she doesn't strike a particularly imposing figure. Waist length curling blonde hair, strappy heels and dark floral dress do nothing to combat the figure she poses in the middle of a sea of boxes. Squinting at the two figures in her shop doorway who are-- "Most certainly not welcome." She should never have let Darcy pick New Orleans. Witches April could deal with. Shifters she could not. "We aren't open yet."