“Oi muppet!” Lizzie called from a distance, sipping at her blue raspberry slush, Lizzie needed intel. Having left the school since her transition, she had been quite out of the loop of the happenings at the Salvatore Boarding School. Leaving the school was hard, but she also knew that if she stayed around her sister and father any longer, things were going to get ugly and messy quicker than she would have ever planned. For the safety of everyone, Lizzie had left, it was a simple decision, cut off contact with everyone by Josie (and occasionally Hope), distract herself with compelled booze and blood, and allow herself the chance to just be Lizzie, not Elizabeth.
It wasn’t like she had exactly called Landon to see what was going on, or even let anyone know she was coming past the school to get the rest of her things. “Seems like things have certainly changed since I left,” or ran away, however you want to put it. “Care to fill a heretic in?” It seemed like the school was thriving without her there, without her episodes as the other witches liked to put it.