Elena had been keeping to herself a bit more than typical since the flood, she
had made it a point to try and simply resume as best as she possibly could. Locking
herself away and cowering in fear would only make things worse, as far as she
her way to class, Elena’s shoulders dropped, her
expression following suit and falling in disbelief. Out of all places in the
world to taint with her presence, Katherine had to pick New Orleans? There was
no way it could be a coincidence, and her initial thought said as much – Elena
didn’t suspect it was because she was
here, but because Stefan was, too.
Wanting absolutely nothing to do with her wicked doppelganger, Elena ducked her head and picked up her pace,
attempting to just mind her own business and move through unseen. Whatever it
was, she could ask Stefan or Damon about later; she had much bigger problems
than Katherine Pierce.