Genevieve walked closer when she spotted Klaire in what you could describe as the common room of the Institute. She hadn’t meant to scare the girl and apologized when her head snapped up with a wide-eyed look. “Hey,” She said, smiling gently. “What are you doing?”
“Hi” Klaire smiled back at the fae feeling silly for jumping “Oh I’m just writing. It’s uh.. fanfiction, it helps me calm down and takes my focus off other things. You okay?”
Ravens and Writing Desks 