Cold. For someone who had spent most of her life in Brazil, cold couldn't even begin to describe the New York Winter. Lúcia shivered under the heaps of clothing she was wearing and hurried back to the academy. She had only been out for a few minutes, wanting to prove herself she could resist the cold, but failed. The fact that Johann had sent her a text message had only been a lucky excuse to go back. Though she probably shouldn't call it that - the fact that he said he needed her help meant something was wrong.
She found him in the lounge as expected from his message, but he wasn't alone. A blonde short kid who she had seen before but whose name she couldn't remember was there too - and so was Mia, lying on a large couch. She didn't look too good.
"Johann! What's wrong?"
"Ah, Lúcia." Johann smiled at her, a wide grin. He looked fine. Lúcia realized the one who needed help was probably Mia. "Listen, uhh," started Johann. "It seems Mia here's sick, so can you help us?"
She frowned widely. Mia wasn't even looking at her - she seemed to be too busy examining her nails. "I'm not healing her."
"Yeah, I know! That's far too troublesome for you!," Johann said, an apologetic look on his face.
Mia glanced at her. "Oh, poor you, can't waste your energy."
Lúcia clenched her fists but didn't say a word. Cabra1, she thought.
The other boy was looking around looking embarrassed and out of place. He blinked at her clenched fists and mumbled something.
"What did you say?"
"Please, don't fight... Miss Mia is sick."
Miss Mia? So she had found herself a butler of some kind? Poor kid.
"Yeah, Lúcia, calm down. Mia's got the flu and we should all try to give her a hand! Right?"
"No. I don't care. Let her die. Please," she said and started to turn away, but Johann lay a hand on her shoulder. Him being a vampire made him a lot stronger than most guys his age, so she was stopped and almost lost her balance.
"I'll go... Find a blanket!," said the blonde kid. "Miss Mia should be kept warm!" He dashed towards the door.
"Yeah, you do that, Vince," Johann replied, his hand still on Lúcia's shoulder. "Me and Lúcia... Miss Torresão here... Will make some natural orange juice. Did you know the Vitamin C is good for colds and the flu?"
Lúcia shrugged his hand off and turned back to him. "Yeah, of course I know. Unfortunately, it just so happens I'm not Mia's maid. Or even friend. So you can play with oranges by yourself."
She was not in a good mood. Her body was still cold and the fact that Johann had lured her in there in order to help Mia and not him made her feel like growling.
"Oh, come on, Lúcia. Shouldn't you help pretty much everyone who's sick? Isn't that what makes a Witch Doctor?"
She sighed loudly. The kid... Vincent? came back, an oversized blanket on his hands. Lúcia thought about stopping him and grabbing the blanket for herself but decided against it. It would only bring further drama.
Vincent covered Mia and even asked if she needed anything else.
"You can like. Turn into some fuzzy warm creature and warm my feet," the siren replied.
Lúcia just stared, dumbfounded, as Vincent did exactly this. Well, shapeshifters weren't news for her, but the fact that the kid was so willing to obey her was ridiculous. He turned into an ocelot and lay on her legs and feet. It would look kind of cute, if the girl wasn't Mia.
"Who's this kid?," she whispered to Johann.
"Some friend of Mia's. They're cute, right?," he asked and grinned once more, showing his fangs. The Brazilian girl just sighed.
"Anyway, I'm off--," she started.
"To the kitchen to prepare the juice!," the vampire completed, still grinning. "You cut the oranges, I'll juice them. Come on, you've got the easy part of the bargain!"
"You guys. You're in front of the TV. Move," said Mia.
Lúcia almost snapped a response at her, but Johann pushed her towards the door and into the hallway.
"Come on. It's just some juice. We'll put a lot of water in there so we don't have to juice so many oranges. Deal? Like you have anything better to do anyway."
Well, that much was true. The lack of activity that came with the Christmas holidays always drove her a bit crazy. Everyone seemed to be half-hibernating.
"Can I spit on it?"
Lúcia rolled her eyes but ler herself be led into the kitchen. At least she'd be in good company.
Johann chatted the whole way about whatever random things he was into at the moment, but she didn't pay him all that much attention. She could barely hear him over the sound of her teeth chattering. It seemed he had noticed that, because when they got to the kitchen he turned on the heater.
"Okay, I'll set up the workstation," he said. "Get us some nice big oranges."
Sighing, she picked up some oranges from a tray and brought them to the counter where Johann was setting the juicer up, getting a knife too.
"She'll owe me one," Lúcia mumbled.
Johann just laughed as he finished his job. "Come on, where's my orange?"
The Brazilian girl cut one of the oranges in half and handed it to Johann, who juiced it easily. They ended up turning three oranges into juice.
"I can't believe this, this is no juice at all," Johann said.
"Just pour water in. She doesn't deserve pure orange juice anyway."
The vampire shrugged and did what she told him. As easy as it was, he was bored and didn't feel like continuing at all. He poured the juice into a plastic glass, the only ones allowed out of the kitchen, and it filled up around one third of it. The rest he filled with water. The final result didn't look as good as a pure juice, but none of them cared enough.
"You should taste it," Johann said.
"What? Why me?"
Johann raised an eyebrow. "Well, I won't be tasting it for sure..."
"Oh. Right." Lúcia took a sip. "It's okay. Not great but yeah, better than a bottled one." She grabbed the glass and headed for the door. "Should I go on ahead?"
"Yeah, I'll just wash this."
"'Kay," she said, and headed through the hallway into the room.
"About time," Mia said, not bothering to take her eyes from the television. "Took you long enough."
The shapeshifter kid was still lying on her legs, but opened his eyes to look at Lúcia, who walked towards Mia. She had a devilish smile on her face and her arm was shaking slightly with rage. Stopping in front of her, she carefully poured the juice on the siren, somehow managing not to wet the couch.
"Oh, sorry!," she said as Mia screamed and the ocelot jumped, turning back into the shy kid, but remained on Mia's legs, dumbstruck.