So much more aware

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A pale hand traced the glass lid, feeling the smoothness of the chilled glass. The lost in though red head eye's was glazed over as her mind ran marathons, trying to bring herself to drink the Kubanskaya Vodka. But her arms refused, and kept going around the glass rim. Maybe it was because she hadn't drank in a while, her instinct to satisfy Lora's wish for her to stop was working. The last time she drank, was... before school started? Probably after the fight with Vorstenbach.

Her new tattoo stung a bit, reminding her of what it is of, and why she got it. Liath was gone. Her only mother figure she had. Kait had hoped Kallie would become one, but Kallie was kidnapped at the moment. By the time when she comes back, if she did, Kait would be gone. Not physically, mentally. Liath's death speed up the process, at an alarming rate.

"Is your Vodka satisfactory?" A males voice brought her back into the world, and Kait threw a chilling glare at him. The Bartender winced but stayed put. He had strength.

"If it wasn't, I would have told you wouldn't I?" Her tone was cold; emotionless. She was turning to what a stuck up pureblood sounded like.

The Bartender walked away, leaving Kait to her new train of thought. Purebloods. She figured her father was probably one, for he was a Dark Wizard wanted to rid the world of Muggles, Muggleborns, and half bloods. Then again, ol' Tommy boy was a half blood. Could her father have been a hypocrite too?

She knew very little about her family. She didn't know if her grandparents was still alive, or if her parents had siblings. The Greek wasn't raised with knowledge of her family history. Just drugs, and how to hide from her mother and the people who wanted to put her in a orphanage.

Kait felt incomplete. She was the type of person to not lean on somebody, but felt better if she knew there was somebody there to lean on just in case. She leaned on her family much better, and was extremely loyal to them. No matter what her mother did to her, she wouldn't have been able to bring herself to injure her mother enough to make her go to a hospital. Even if it was with her father.

Taking a sip from her vodka, she tasted the lemon and orange. It was a nice mix, the lemon and orange acid awoke her senses a bit. She needed to stop being so miserable, and cold.

She needed to get over her bad luck, and Liaths death.