Glitch in the Reflection

Blood Suckers and Parties Don't Mix

Elena was back in the history classroom. Adjusting the shrinking spell that she was making yesterday. Hoping that with the adjustments to it, it would finally work. She didn’t want a repeat of yesterday where the pillow exploded. Elena shook her head at the thought, trying to hold in her laughter from how funny she found it.

When this was all happening, Tanner was going around the class, trying to find anyone who would know the answer to his question. Elena was doing her best to ignore him, until he asked her. “Hmm, Elena.” Her head shot up. “Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town’s most significantly historical events?”

“If I remember correctly, I believe it was over three-hundered that were killed, Mr. Tanner.” She shrugged at him when she noticed he wanted her to clarify. “Sorry, that’s all I know.”

“Clearly someone did the reading, but when I ask a question I expect the full answer.” Tanner then pointed his finger accusingly at his student. “I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But the personal excuses ended with summer break.”

A scowl came upon the doppelganger's face at the insensitivity of this man. She opened her mouth, seemingly about to talk back, when Hero-hair saved the day. “There were 346 casualties, unless counting local civilians.

The shock on Mr. Tanner’s face was priceless. “That’s correct, mister?”

“Salvatore.”

“Salvatore.” The name left a bad taste in his mouth. “Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?”

Stefan gave a curt reply. “Distant.”

“Well, very good.” Tanner told him, then began trying to seem like the only smart person in the room. “Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle.”

But, Stefan wasn’t having it. “Actually, there were twenty-seven, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss. The founder’s archives are, uh, stored in Civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts. Mr. Tanner.”

Everyone was snickering at the fact Tanner was just Tannered himself. 

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Elena pulled up to the party on her scooter, Jeremy on the back, while Dasher was sitting where her feet were. Elena really didn’t want to go, but seeing how the locked witch made her go and how she wanted to keep an eye on her little brother, she decided to bring Dasher to make it more bearable. When the trio got off the scooter, Elena turned towards Jeremy. “If you want to go home early, find me. I will take you home. Make sure you have your things with you at all times, and for the love of god, don’t go out in the woods by yourself.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes at the over protectiveness of his sister. “You do realize, I’m not the one flirting with the vampire?”

“Shhh!” Elena put her hand over his mouth, wide eyed. “Don’t say the V word out loud.”

He pushed her hand off him, telling her he would be careful before walking to where his friend group was. As he walked, she looked down at Dasher. “Stay beside me, will you? No wondering.”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Good boy.” Elena rubbed his head, before popping the seat to grab her backpack. When she slugged it over her shoulder, she spotted Bonnie among the drunk teenagers. “Come on, let’s say hi.” The human and her furry company walked up to the Bennett witch, both saying their greetings.

“You brought your dog?” Was all Bonnie could say.

The doppelganger looked a tiny bit offended. “Of course I brought Dasher? Why wouldn’t I?”