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Maybe the Hargreeves family wasn't so cool after all.
Awkward. Would be one word to describe them. Dan felt their eyes on her, wondering who the hell was the woman that sat casually next to Diego. The two friends glanced at each other, trying to stay normal in the uncomfortable situation. At least she wasn't sitting on one of the couches, where a huge guy was, or where the shy woman settled. She had her own chair and was between Diego and Allison ( whose presence began to feel natural ), facing the coffee table that was perfectly placed in the middle of them.
"Okay, if no one's going to ask it, I will," said the big guy, standing up to intimidate more, which he did. "Diego, who the hell is she?"
"She," Dan said, a rush of confidence coming out of the blue, surprising her and everyone else in the room, "can speak for herself," Diego must hate this guy if he was grinning like that, proud of the way his friend stood on her own. "The name's Dan and I'm like all of you― well maybe not all," sighing, she knew she screwed up, all confidence was gone in the blink of an eye. "Diego's my friend, he invited me."
They nodded at her response and smiled in sync, instantly looking back at the huge man, waiting for him to continue talking. Then, her words filtered in their minds. Heads snapped in her direction. "What do you mean you're like us?" It was surprising how a family that seemed to hate each other's presence could manage to all think and speak the same. Unless for Diego, who already knew all this, which excluded him from the family moment.
"I, too, have powers," was her answer along with a smile, the tension between them growing even more. And to add up, she heard someone speaking in French, complimenting her, maybe even flirting, oblivious to her expertise. Dan looked up in wonder.
Her eyes met the man who could get you high by just smelling him. His hair was shabby but it somehow looked decent; and he was wearing eyeliner, a weakness of hers. Guys wearing makeup was a thing she always fell for, having many posters in her room of bands who wore it.
Snapping back into reality, she asked: "did you just called me 'fallen angel'?"
He choked on whatever he was sipping, walking over them and taking a seat next to his sister on the couch. "Oh, did I?" He took another gulp and looked at her, "I thought it meant nice to meet you. Guess I was wrong. . . Klaus, by the way." Allison scoffed, not surprised by the move her brother had made, he probably did it with everyone, only that this time Dan understood him. "Anyways, Luther you were gonna say something else?"
The big guy, or Luther, sighed and looked around at his family with an innocent face. He seemed to be that kind of person whose hearts were as big as their bodies. "So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown, say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot."
Dan looked down at her watch. There were a few hours until sundown. What she would do in that time, was a mystery.
