Hazel wasn’t particulary feeling like being surrounded by people since Marcel had left. She missed him and part of her wanted to leave Mystic Falls and go back to New Orleans, even though she knew Marcel would hate that. Still, she forced herself to get out of the house, trying to distract herself from her problems. Taking on the lanterns, she used her magic to make it float higher, her eyes on it until is disappeared with the rest of the lanterns. “At least they’re pretty.”
















