Evelyn Gilbert (TVD)

Isobel

Evelyn

I'm with Elena in her room, lying on her bed as she talks on the phone with Damon and grabs stuff she needs.

"We're supposed to build the Miss Mystic float for the Founder's Day Parade. If we don't, we get the wrath of Caroline. But I wanted to check in first," she says.

"Evelyn's helping with the float? And well, I'm doing great. Thanks for asking," he replies.

"I got dragged into it by Caroline. And I think she meant check in on Stefan," I say, sitting up in her bed.

"Oh, him? Oh. He's...he's terrible," Damon replies. I hide my smile, knowing he's messing with Elena.

She quickly turns around. "What's the matter?" She asks.

"He's just back to boring 'straitlaced, off the junk.' You've successfully cured him of anything that was interesting about his personality," Damon tells her, and I let out a snort, trying to hold back my laugh.

"Don't forget who helped me." Elena pointed out, looking at me.

"I hate myself," Damon replies.

"Technically, I didn't help. I just stood there and watched." I lift my hands in surrender, and Elena rolls her eyes playfully.

"Hey, did Uncle John mention anything to either of you about our field trip with the history teacher?" He questions.

I shake my head when Elena looks at me. "No, we've been avoiding him. Why? What's he up to?" She asks.

"I don't know, but I'd love it if you or Evelyn could find out for me," he says.

"We gotta go. We're late," Elena tells him.

"Have fun with the Mystic queen. I know I did." Elena scoffs, but before she can hang up, I take the phone out of her hand.

"Mention that again, and I'll make sure to hit you where the sun doesn't shine." Before he could say anything, I hung up.

~~~

When Elena, Evelyn, and Stefan walked into the cafeteria, Mr. Saltzman quickly walked up to them.

"Hey, Mr. Saltzman," Elena greets.

"Come with me. We need to talk," he says, leading them to his classroom. Stefan leans on Alaric's desk, and Elena sits at her desk while Evelyn is at the board trying to get Elena to play hangman with her. The door opens, and Damon walks in. "Damon, thanks for coming," Alaric says.

"Sorry, I'm late. The dog ate my, uh...never mind."  He looks between the three of them, noticing they have an uneasy look on their face. Then he looks at Evelyn and furrows his eyebrows. "What's all the furrowed brows?" He asks. "Minus Evelyn," he adds.

"I saw Isobel last night," Alaric explains.

"Isobel's here? In town?" Damon questions. Alaric nods in confirmation, and Damon looks between Elena and Evelyn. "Did you ask about Uncle John? Are they working together?" Damon asks.

"No," Alaric answers.

"No, they're not?" Damon questions, walking over to the windows.

"No, I didn't ask."

"What about the invention?" Damon asks as he walks back over, shrugging his arms.

"Didn't ask." Alaric shakes his head.

"Does she know about the tomb of vampires?" Damon questions, getting right in front of Alaric's face.

"I don't know." Alaric shrugs.