( unknown; )

_{Recipe of the Day: Ginger Ale}

               _{{{sassyxlette}} {{doubletxp}}}

       _{“Shit,” Harper felt the curse come from his mouth. He couldn’t eat. He absolutely couldn’t eat. The events from earlier in the day had left him shaken. Forget about getting into a kitchen, Harper felt like he was ready to break any second. The nose of the club he had slipped in did nothing to stop his racing thoughts. He didn’t dare be alone. But he didn’t want to be with any of his friends or family either. They would know something was up. Harper ran a hand through his hair. “Shit!”}

     He didn’t look happy. Of course, she was a master at stating the obvious. The reason behind his upset was something more of a mystery. Colette watched the stranger, leaning on her forearms. Pretty common cussword. Either he did something bad or someone did something bad to him. The whispers of Latin being spoken around her faded as curiosity built. Prank or family issue? Did he break something? No way to find out except to ask. Colette slipped out of the circle – wasn’t hard to do, most of them had their heads nose-deep into an English-to-Latin dictionary – in order to slide in next to the blonde stranger.

     “What’s this about fecal matter?“