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Frankly, for Claudia, this ball felt like something of a turning point. She remembered quite well the last time she’d attended, she hoped she was a different person to that girl, but most of all she was just excited for the sort of night she’d always wanted. She wasn’t prone to telling Tate these things for fear he’d find them ridiculous and also very much aware it wasn’t his thing, but she wanted a night in a pretty ballgown with a handsome well dressed man who liked her, and to get twirled around and have fun. Her standard was only high because usually in her fantasies it definitely included ballgowns, but the principle remained, she just liked the romance of it. Of course, to some extent she’d tried to keep her chill as they’d gotten ready and arrived and done all the usual things like get a drink and look around for people Tate knew and things like that. Well, as far as chill went she was pretty sure Tate knew she was excited, but to some fortunate degree it had only really manifested in telling Tate he looked really good in a suit perhaps a few more times than necessary, only half hinting that she would be very happy if they did this again, but she understood if perhaps he just thought she was a bit mad. <p>
Claudia knew that the ball was more than famed for its magic, and the rooms that were placed around the house. As a budding witch she was curious, she knew she wasn’t necessarily magically adept all the time, she struggled with control, which was why she liked something like alchemy where she could know exactly how a spell or a charm worked before she tried it. She would have liked to be able to do something like the rooms there naturally, but for now it wasn’t really any more than she wanted to admire. Although it didn’t escape her that she was admiring the work of her ex-boyfriend, but she was ignoring that, and avoiding him. Placing her champagne down on the tray of the strange magical waiter as it passed she turned to Tate.<p>
<b>”I think it’s time,”</b> She told him, pausing then to add a bit of dramatic effect to her ominous tone, but really she was just trying to soften the fact she was about to drag him around every room they could find so there was no more time for mutually roasting his brother. <b>”It’s time… to get some chalk, we’re going to navigate this house if it kills us.”</b> She hoped, fortunately, that it wouldn’t kill them, but then again she had some experience with the Alcotts and she felt as though a surprise murder room might be Lilly’s style.

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Claudia was terrified. It wasn’t something she liked to admit, but she was pretty easily spooked by things (alright, not your traditional things, her netflix account didn’t count). Emotions, though, and heartache, and being cared about, and caring for others – that was all terrifying. It had been a few months since she had kicked Tate out of her place and then quit her job and subsequently regretted every second. Even after a lapse where after the ball she had made an attempt to see him (a stroke of luck meant he hadn’t been in that night, and didn’t have to see her try to explain herself after her third or fourth drink), she still didn’t think this was going to go well. In fact, permanently pessimistic as she was, she knew he would be fair to her, but she didn’t expect him to want her back. She could be okay with that, she supposed, she’d lost her chance but maybe she’d never deserved it. She certainly couldn’t have gone much longer without telling him all the extra things she’d been doing, and now she didn’t have to. It would have ended anyway, she told herself, when he knew all of that he wouldn’t have wanted her, and she wouldn’t have blamed him. Even despite all of that, she was still going to his door that evening. <p>
After talking to Blake she’d known she needed to do something, and if Tate had taught her anything, it was that she hurt people far too easily, and she had to rectify that. She thought this might be her way of making up for some of the bad she had done, unforgivable as it was, she wanted him to know she was sorry, and she had been an idiot. She knew she had a fear of werewolves for a good reason, but she didn’t have a fear of Tate in that way, she knew him well enough to be sure he would never do anything bad to her, werewolf or not. She suspected she had been looking for a reason to run away, even if she was sure he could never be horrible, he still always had the power to hurt her, and it made sense that it would come along eventually. She didn’t plan to tell him this, at least not while she was sure there was no point, while she was sure he couldn’t possibly want someone who had been so disgusted by a part of him even for a fleeting second. <p>
She stood outside his door for perhaps longer than was necessary, chewing her lip, trying to talk herself into knocking. Everything she had thought to say had gone out of her head, and she just looked lost, and she felt very alone, and very afraid, and very much like this was a bad idea. Finally, she raised a hand and knocked twice, stepping back, suddenly a little too panicked by the sound, and by the fact she had just alerted him to her presence. All of a sudden she was turning away, wondering if she could escape down the corridor before he saw her, sure that this was something for another time, maybe, or never, never was good too.

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Claudia didn’t know why she thought going to the ball was a good idea. She’d felt so cut off ever since she walked out on Tate, and quit her job, and probably made every other mistake in the book she was sure. She’d just thought it would be nice to go somewhere with lots of people and nice things to look at, and get to dress up and look pretty, and maybe even feel pretty for a second, instead of just feeling alone. The second she walked in she knew it was a mistake. She didn’t know anyone, she realised, she hadn’t gone with anyone – she hadn’t even made an effort to ask anyone she knew if they were going, although perhaps that was because most of them worked for Daniel and she actively hated them all – so the moment she stepped into the room, everyone milling around talking, she realised she was just by herself. It wasn’t as romantic as it might have seemed. She nearly walked out of the room immediately, thinking she would be better off going home and watching netflix under a blanket. Neither option would make her feel any better, but she hadn’t been feeling okay for weeks now, and she thought it might be pathetic to stand around and look desperate for company at a ball where she knew no one.<p>
She had stepped into the room a little to get out of the way of some more people arriving behind her, but already she was looking for an excuse to exit. It was pretty, she would admit that, and she knew she would enjoy looking around for a moment – she had always liked the Ritz, it was a little bit fancier than what she tended to frequent these days, but it had worked for her in the past. Grudgingly, she decided to do a lap, just in case she saw someone- no one in particular, of course – who might be in the crowd by some trick of fate had discarded their dislike of fancy suits and showed up there. It was obvious pretty quickly that this was not the case. <p>
She did, however, instead see a different familiar face, and a familiar face lacking his slightly intimidating but impressive girlfriend nonetheless, and Claudia found herself wandering towards him instead. <b>”Hello,”</b> She greeted politely, hoping he didn’t mind her intrusion – admittedly a far cry from their first meeting, not that she was much happier, in fact she might have been getting progressively more miserable every time she ran into Blake. <b>”I’m sorry I keep using you for company at these things, I hope you don’t mind,”</b> She bit her lip a little and twisted her hands together almost anxiously, thinking that even Blake she didn’t want to keep too long, he certainly had better people to talk to.

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Claudia <i>hated</i> that office. She wanted nothing to do with it, she didn't want to be anywhere near it, but she knew Daniel wasn't there, and she wanted to do <i>something</i>. She just thought that maybe she could play Daniel at his own game and get out of this before anything really bad happened. She was already his errand girl, especially since he'd found out she was even better at being vicious than she was magic, he'd started sending her on tasks with the expectation she could intimidate her way into getting what he wanted. She was hating it for obvious reasons. She just wanted to see what she could find, maybe just anything to bluff her way out of it all. This was her one chance, he was so rarely away from it. A glint of ice in her eye she realised how much she wanted to hurt him, but that would have to be thought about later, being angry would do nothing for her. <p>
Well aware that she would get considered suspicious if she hung around too long she put on that old face of hers. The haughty expression, the shoulders back and head held high, the walk that said she knew what she was doing. It lacked poise a little, but it would get the job done - or at least convince the Shard security she was meant to be there. Quickly, she opened the office door and slipped inside, relief flooding through her as she looked around the dimly lit office. She headed straight for his desk, starting to rifle through the innocuous papers sitting around. Nothing much was interesting, she'd admit, but she was eyeing his computer dubiously, wondering what secrets sat there. <p>
It was then the door open, and she froze, not fast enough to hide as someone entered. It took a beat, a long moment before she realised it wasn't Daniel, and she released the breath she had been holding. <b>"I was just looking for something,"</b> she said quickly, trying to not look suspicious despite her hasty excuse - she gritted her teeth slightly, she was a better liar than that, she just had to hope the guy wasn't one of Daniel's particularly loyal lackeys.

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Claudia didn't remotely appreciate the fact she was being forced to spend any time with Valerie, but here she was, arms folded, she stared at the ground, and pressed her lips together. Automatically she wanted nothing to do with this, she already felt as though she had to keep her whereabouts secret, and she only had one person around to keep it a secret from, and it wasn't like he knew where she was most of the time anyway. Still, every time she did something for Daniel guilt seeped through her because she knew to a large degree she was going against all she was trying to be, but worse she was being the very person she probably was in her heart. Claudia had no intention of taking the lead, if she could be as removed as possible she would be happy. She saw no reason to act enthusiastic about the whole thing, being told to do something only made her want to do it less at the best of times – but to be <i>forced</i> into doing something, well, Daniel was only sitting smugly in his office with his eyesight intact because she knew it was too dangerous to hurt him. Worse still, she had to keep her cool around Valerie, who frankly, was either the biggest idiot in the world or playing a very dangerous game, and personally, Claudia thought she could do better. <p>
<b>”So who's this guy we're going to see?”</b> She asked, lifting her head finally and stuck her nose in the air like she couldn't care less. She had already given up trying to make a good impression on anyone in Daniel's Coven, not when she knew well enough that they were people she should stay away from. Even then she admired Valerie – her smoothness, her poise, it was everything Claudia had never quite achieved. As always in life, she had missed the mark dramatically. As it stood, the best plan was to just offer her magic and keep her temper to herself – not that it was easy when at every turn she was being faced with decisions she didn't want to make, and every time she fell to the darkness she knew she was ruining what might actually be something good. That was typical, though, Claudia already knew the world wasn't doing her any favours. <b>”And look, I know you don't want me here or whatever, but i'm here to babysit you as much as you are me, so don't bother pretending you're any better,”</b> she added, narrowing her eyes at the other woman before she could pull the whole superiority thing, Claudia didn't play that game.

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