Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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"This all looks amazing to me, I can't choose." Finn said as he stared at the many dresses within Murielle's closet. It was a small room filled with rows and rows of colourful fabrics, accessories, and a plethora of things Finn had most certainly not read of or seen on the TV. Every outfit he picked out he could imagine looked like a dream but each time she asked him if it looked like something from the sixties, he couldn't say for certain.
Then there were the many pieces of golden jewellery that looked as if they were forged by a master. From dome-shaped intricate earrings to an anklet with literal bells on it.
Given that Murielle was sitting idly in a dressing gown on her bed, Finn did not want to let her down with a dress unworthy of her. He didn't know why she had asked him to do this. Elijah was far more skilled in couture than he was; every description she gave looked like every dress to him, whereas Elijah would be able to pick out the perfect one immediately.
Finn appreciated that she thought him skilled and took pride in her faith in him but he knew he was not up to the task.
Luckily for him, Elijah chose that moment to waltz in, take one look at the dress Finn was examining and say, "That simply won't do."
Two hours later, Murielle, Finn, and Elijah were walking through the doors of Mystic Falls High School as outsourced chaperones. There had been some talk of Murielle posing as one of the students given she'd recently turned twenty and could probably fool a hybrid tourist but it was a small town.
Everybody knew everybody, which meant they all knew which teens were a part of the locale and which weren't.
So the three pushed between the heated throngs of teenagers, all mindlessly dancing to whatever sixties song they had dug up from the old dusty records. Elijah was in front, parting the waters for Murielle to take advantage of the slipstream behind him. Her hand was firmly clasped in his as he guided her through; now, more than ever, he wanted her to stay near him. Murielle stared at the blur of shapes around her, the bright flashes of lights that occasionally peaked from behind a moving body.
It was all a feast for her starved eyes. The drastic contrast of lighting, the many varying colours, and countless shapes. She could take it all in knowing she was completely safe with Finn and Elijah on either side of her. Finn behind her kept his hand on the small of her back, no longer an occasional touch after the last time. He couldn't afford to have her leave him.
And he quite liked the heat of her skin against his palm but that was besides the point.
"Can you see Bonnie?" Murielle asked, not bothering to look for she was well aware of the futility of such an endeavour. Instead, she focused on the songs that came out of the speakers around her and the momentary titbits of conversation she picked up from the people they passed. Some were banal, everyday, and some she wished to have her ears cleaned out for having ever heard such a thing.
