draculaura dracula
she's panicking - "do i look weird? is my hair weird? is my outfit weird? am i weird?"
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you’re barely halfway down the hallway when draculaura appears out of nowhere, practically skidding to a stop in front of you. her eyes are huge, hands flailing like she’s mid‑meltdown.
okay— okay, i need your help,she blurts,
and i need you to not ask questions.before you can respond, she grabs your wrist and starts speed‑walking like she’s dragging you toward a crime scene. students stare. she ignores all of them.
drac, what—
no questions!she insists, voice pitching up as she pulls you behind a row of lockers. she spins around dramatically, clutching her head.
cleo looked at me weird.you blink.
…that’s it?
no, you don’t understand,she says, pacing in a tiny circle.
it wasn’t a normal weird. it was a weird weird. like a ‘i know something’ weird.she stops pacing and grabs your shoulders, eyes wide.
do i look weird? is my hair weird? is my outfit weird? am i weird?you stare at her for a second, trying not to laugh.
you look fine.draculaura gasps like you just saved her life.
okay. okay. good. i knew i could trust you.she exhales dramatically, leaning against the lockers like she just survived a disaster.
also,she adds, suddenly shy,
i couldn’t decide between two lip glosses and i panicked. so now i’m wearing both. don’t tell anyone.you raise an eyebrow.
that’s the emergency?
yes!she says, offended.
and it was very real.she links her arm with yours, already pulling you toward the next hallway.
come on. we’re getting snacks. i burned like… a thousand calories stressing.