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 Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 2:33 pm
((Luckily for me, we don't have to do that. Our school doesn't have the budget for it. I'd cry, try to protest it, and if I failed protesting it, I'd probably do the same as you, running out of the room and vomiting. D:
I have a weak stomach, and I am like Miya when it comes to things like this... I don't know if I could bring myself to do it.))
Miya did as she was told, and let her gaze fall, her body tensing up noticeably. She felt ill, but listened to what Pan said closely, knowing what he said was important. When he asked her what the liver did, she stumbled over her words a little. She was very shy, but, even without her knowing it, hearing her name helped her muster the strength to answer.
"U-um.. The liver... m-makes bile to digest food... a-and clears poisons... And, um, y-you can tell that it's a liver.. b-because it's darker and larger than the stomach..."
By then, she'd turned her head to the side again. She was still looking down, and not feeling well, and could feel Pan's hands guiding hers through more of the necessary incisions. She just hoped she could keep her stomach under control... She'd hate to have to run out of the room in the middle of this...
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:11 pm
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.Pan smelled the sheen of sweat along Miya's skin before he saw or felt it, and the tremors increased when she tried stammeringly to answer his question. When her skin began to heat uncomfortably beneath his own body, Pan stopped. She's worse at this than I thought. He'd been in the class long enough to recognize the signs of nausea like the back of his hand.
He pulled her scalpel filled hand away from the body and let her fingers go, watching the tool slip from her now loosened grasp. "It's okay, Miya. You're okay." he mumbled softly, his lips once again brushing the girls ear. "You don't have to keep going. We can stop, I'll take you to see the other teachers, we'll get you another class. No biology, no babies. Maybe herbology? That's still working with nature."
And as he spoke, he laid his hands on the girl's shoulders and turned her away from the piglet, facing himself instead, then moved his fingers up to stroke her hair. He suspected, from the way she'd spoken in the hall, that Miya wouldn't take to well to the idea of having to give up on animals, and almost as an afterthought he added, "We'll still go the the Yellow Mage tomorrow, and she'll make you a little practice piggy, Miya, and maybe in a year or two, you can come back in here and try again.".
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:19 pm
Magan stood in front of St. Francis Academy with a joyful smile gracing her lips. Oh, how good it feels to be home after all these years, she thought as she took in the sight of students entering through the doors. She bounced excitedly as she imagined all the cute little kiddies that would be in her classes, anxious to learn everything she could teach them and squealed aloud to the surprise of any students staring in her vicinity. Many of them stared at her as if she'd grown another head and began inching away, but she only smiled a wider smile, clapped her hands, and started skipping into the school. All through the hallways, she skipped and spun, barely missing a few students, and slamming headlong into more disgruntled children than she missed. She giggled happily, ignoring their shouts of confusion and their stares of disbelief as she continued as if she'd never hit anyone.
Happily traversing the hallway and hitting students left and right in her klutzy half-skipping, half-spinning, she noticed a divine smell coming from the kitchen. "Pancakes!" she squealed delightedly, immediately changing directions and causing a few unwary children to bump into her with hurried apologies. Waving them off airily, she entered the kitchen to see a woman with odd mechanical wings, a Seleigh woman, and a very pale man. She hesitated for only a minute before deciding that they were in an open enough place that they wouldn't really mind intrusions... or so she hoped. "Hi there!" she enthused as she entered the room, "I hope you don't mind if I join you. I've only just arrived and I couldn't help noticing the lovely scent coming from this room!"
((Sorry if I overdid her, by the way... it just seemed to come out... even to me, she's kind of sickeningly happy...))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:48 pm
Annika relaxed her tense muscles. This wasn't so bad, actually, after you got past the smell and that the thing she was dissecting was once alive. It wasn't so bad at all! Others weren't taking this so well. Especially, she picked up the name through the conversation, Miya.
"Oh wait, she's a witch too, isn't she?" She whispered down to Danny. He rolled his little feline emerald optics like it was obvious. "Don't have to be so snooty about it. See if you get any catnip later." The little black kitty looked apologetic, but Anni didn't notice this, as she stood up from her desk and walked over to the other witch having a nervous break down.
"Ms. Miya?" The experimentalist asked, trying to be friendly. "Do you need any water? I could get some for you if you like." She smiled her best and looking sincere.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:15 am
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.{{I offer for your viewing pleasure, the carnal opposite of Miya: Klara.}}
With almost childish disregard, Klara strolled through the various buildings on campus, idly spinning and tossing her knives in the air. It had been a long time since she'd hunted something real, and while there was sufficient nutrition to be had from the silly drinks they had for her kind in the cafeteria, there was no fun in it. None of the power that seduction or chase could give. Even the stupid pests running around the campus were only a momentary relief.
Not for the first time, she wished she'd kept some of her pets. But, of course, the only one who'd be allowed on these grounds was far too old to be a 'student' here, and she'd never been inclined to drink from Penny before. Then again, that had been before the war.
Her one class of the morning hours had been canceled, as it almost always was. The Pureblooded girl suspected that her teacher of Technology hated teaching as much as her students hated learning. Klara, of course, was only there for the fun of it. She had been raised human enough, she knew how to whiz through a hard drive. She didn't have the innate, immeasurable skills of a Mage, but she had enough to get through the day. More than most Otherfolk she'd met, that much was certain.
A scent caught in her nose alerted her that there was prey nearby, there always was but this time there was nothing to interfere with her attack, and she walked purposefully out of the building. Not human, not sentient, but at least a little something to do before boredom ate through her skull like acid.
She spied it almost immediately, a small, mangy looking hare. With boredom evident, she flung a knife at it. It purposefully embedded in the ground centimetres from the lapin's body, and the nervous beast sprung away towards the bushes. The Russian vampiress counted to five, and let fly another blade, which landed squarely in the poor creatures front foot, pinning it to the ground. She could hear the very moment when the fear made its heart pop.
Only then did she approach the dead thing, pulling her first knife from the grass as she went. She crouched beside it. "Do you know, bunny, that if anyone else had been out here, you'd still be alive? They'd have stopped me. But, you've got the unlucky rabbit's foot." She pried her second blade out of the ground, careful to keep the rabbit's limb on the metal, and lifted it's body. "Now, I will take you home, and I will drink you, and maybe if you are delicious on my tongue, I will give your body to a Necromancer or the Death faerie, and you can live again."
She carried the limp body by it's impaled foot, as though taking home the groceries.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:58 pm
[Attempt #2 (Other post deleted… >>)]
After shooing the gruesome unseelie boy out of her office, Yuri hurriedly walked over and peeked in the starry patients’ room, peeking in to see the little girl exhausted. Yuri smiled apologetically to the girl, scolding herself for letting the mischievous boy in in the first place. It was literally draining to have a fae feed off of your emotions. “Just sleep, okay?” Yuri instructed softly, shutting the door lightly before walking back to her desk. For the first day of the new term, things weren’t very exciting.
Propping an elbow on her desk, she rested her cheek on her hand; her mouth forming a pout that exuded boredom. A French-manicured finger clicked on the computer mouse as she scrolled through her e-mail inbox, her gloomy expression perking up as a new message appeared. A bright, toothy grin expanded on her face as she read the contents of the message, and her hands even came together in a frenzy of excited claps. “Finally!” the blonde exclaimed happily as the letter of approval reflected off of the screen. For a few years the mage had been inquiring to the school board about taking a couple students under her wing; sort of like an internship, and this was the long-awaited year she would be able to take in such students. Of course, the bubble-headed nurse couldn’t take more than two or three undergraduates, but she was happy none-the-less.
Standing, the nurse flew around the room in a craze as she thought about her new students. This was the first time she could actually be considered a teacher, and the anxious happiness was overcoming her. For no reason, Yuri frantically opened and closed drawers and cabinets, rearranged the nonsensical decorations, and straightened out the already straightened curtains that hung delicately over the good-sized window. It wasn’t too odd for her to be doing such things, for she was strange in her way of expressing her feelings, other than flirting, of course.
After all of her foolishness had ended, she stood in the doorway and watched students walk by with a smile. She wondered if any of them would be her students this year, but stopped herself from asking each one that passed. Instead, she settled on listening in on their conversations. ’Not much gossip yet, huh? That will change once their lunch bell rings,’ she thought to herself with a suppressed chuckle, though the cute students she saw walking by made up for the lack of juicy gossip. Her light blue eyes settled on a pair of familiar vampires as they came walking towards her a ways down the hall. In fact, she knew one was a teacher, and though they were brothers, the other remained a student. It didn’t change her thoughts about the pair, though; and the flirty smile that turned up on her face proved that fact.
[This post is directed towards DreamClaw's characters, just incase it was missed.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 10:46 pm
Ranofer closed the lids over his eyes as he suppressed the urge to laugh at Bell fidgeting under his grasp. Persistence was one of Ran’s qualities; whether it was a bad one or a good one depended on the situation, and the girl could consider his hand glued to her shoulder blade for the remainder of time they would be walking through the halls. He could feel the dismay and regret coming from Bell, the warmth and vibration of her emotions against his palm as he held it firmly against her shoulder. Such delicious feelings just waiting for him to feed off of. Lucky enough for her, he had just recently fed, and could hold his urges… For the time being.
As she finally responded, not with an answer, but with a change of topic, Ranofer opened his eyes once more, abruptly turning into a corridor on their right and pushing her along with him. Sadly, Ran wasn’t one to give into such a diversion, and of course, the grimace on his face quickly turned into a smile as he tilted his head to look down at the mage. “My story is nothing interesting, either,” he lied, modesty in tact for the sake of the game. The demon wasn’t one to talk about his background, especially to a pathetic girl that he had just met. “And you won’t bore me,” another slanderous lie. To be frank, Ran was almost always bored when he was involved in a conversation, especially since all of them were one-way conversations. He barely listened to anything anyone said, unless it interested him in some way or another, but that was rare as well.
“Am I that scary that you don’t want to talk to me?” he asked, putting on a sad puppy-dog face in the dramatics of the moment, before smiling at the girl. The challenge he was facing with this girl only made him work harder for the desired outcome. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he finally took his hand off of the girl, pale hands rising to cover his curled horns. “This better?” he asked with another smile, internally hating himself for the effort he was putting out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 9:44 am
Bell stumbled at the sudden change of direction they took, almost slamming into Ran before he pushed her in the right direction. She blushed, annoyed at herself for not noticing the change of movement, and also wishing the boy could give her a little warning next time; she didn’t want to be bumping into him or walking in the wrong direction every single time they turned. It was highly embarrassing and rather awkward for her, and probably kind of annoying for him as well since she’d barely missed walking into him. She flinched as he said that there wasn’t anything interesting in his past and that he wouldn’t be bored by her story. It was a really nice thing to say, and normally, she would’ve just told him about her life, but this wasn’t a normal situation. If he had been human, she would have just left out her age and her race, but he was one of the Otherfolk, and it wasn’t possible to just ”leave out” the parts of her life that centered around being with humans. Her whole life had been influenced by the humans, so she couldn’t possibly tell her story without involving them.
Looking incredibly hurt, he asked if he was really so scary that she couldn’t talk to him. She winced and bit her lip, feeling incredibly guilty for making him feel bad about himself. As he removed his hand from her shoulder, she felt relief at the lack of contact flow through her, but instantly felt even worse, especially when he moved his hands to cover his horns. “No!” she spoke quickly, pain in her eyes as she saw a bit of self loathing in his eyes. Thinking that he disliked his own features, she regretted the subtle signals she knew she’d given off to show she was uncomfortable, “It’s not you… ” She broke off hesitantly, trying to think of a way to say what she meant without sounding like a clichéd romance film where the girl broke up with the boy, “I mean… you shouldn’t hide yourself… It’s not that…” She felt a migraine coming on as her thoughts whirled in circles and she groped for words. It was hard speaking with people after all this time; she didn’t know what to say, how to act. Mum and Dad would be so ashamed of the way she was treating Ran after his kindness, and she didn’t even know how to explain it to him.
She finally decided on the truth, or at least, some of the truth. She’d just keep herself from going into any detail about how she actually loved her parents and missed them. “It’s just… well I was kind of raised by humans, and they’re not really the most... popular… species right now… What, with how they treat you… I mean… us… And I just didn’t want to tell anyone about it until I asked the headmaster what the political climate was like around here.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 12:41 pm
((My apologies. I have been going insane with school and work and... well Bull$h!t... Anyway, sorry about that ^^;;; ))
Momo hummed to herself as she went about the kitchen gathering everything she needed. On one end of the wide counter top she placed flour, fresh blueberries and everything needed to make pancakes. On the other end, she carefully grouped herbs while water boiled away at the stove. She carefully laid down the passion flowers at the bottom of a french press, then dropped specific amounts of other herbs and seeds on top of them, followed by the plunger and steaming water. While the tea simmered, she cooked the first batch of pancakes watching her companions interact with a smirk.
"I was expecting class, yes, but it turned out to be one of my free periods." A slight hint of disappointment laced her voice as she laid down a heavy plate. The stacked pancakes looked more like a small layered cake topped with a generous amount of blueberries and cream. "I spent so much time getting ready too." She sighed as she set down a delicate glass cup filled to the brim with honey-colored liquid. "I'm glad my class is mandatory though. With the dark arts being limited around here these days, I don't think Selene and I could bear having too much down time."
She snickered as she caught herself lamenting the lack of teachers and students interested in necromancy. "You know, drafting may sound harsh, but considering how this technology thing grows, might as well make all students know the at least the basics." She then laid a warm glass of scarlet liquid next to Darian with a big smile.
"What do you think Mr. Laveque?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 5:49 pm
Miya quivered noticeably, her arms limp and her legs feeling weak. A wave of nausea washed over her. Pan then moved her hand away, and released it, along with the scalpel it held, and whispered gently in her ear. Her tremors worsened as tears bubbled in her eyes as he spoke.
He gently turned her around, and she let the tears fall in large, glittering droplets. She let herself gently fall forward onto him, and clung to his shirt, burying her blushing face into his chest where she cried softly. Her slender shoulders bobbed up and down as she listened to him, not liking the idea of having to give up on helping animals, as he had suspected, and feeling like she had failed. Miya continued to cry even when he added to what he was saying, though the words helped give her hope, that she may not be able to handle this now, but that didn't mean it was over.
She tensed when she heard another voice, one much more feminine than Pan's, say her name, pulling herself tightly to Pan, as if to protect herself. She listened to what this girl had to say, and nodded shyly, though the little witch didn't look up to see who it was that inquired of her. Under normal circumstances, she would have been delighted to find another witch, but she was too caught up in her feelings and nausea to give anything else much attention now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 7:28 pm
Physical contact was most likely the last thing on Ran’s ‘unwanted’ list. The fact that Bell had almost stumbled right into him only made him mentally note that he would definitely do it again if he had the chance. ‘To be the one who catches you when you fall’, or something along the lines of that. Those kind of romance movie things usually left girls wide-eyed and speechless; at least, that’s how most girls reacted. Ranofer found girls rather amusing; the different types all had their own quirks, but all of them initially wanted the same thing. Ran just made it his priority to make himself their desire.
Ah, the guilt instilled in Bell’s facial expression was perfect. Making the girl feel bad about her actions and words (in this case, her lack of words) was just another point in his plan he could check off of his list. The shameful monster wasn’t one of his most favored roles, but in this case, Bell hadn’t given him room for much else.
The sickening feeling of relief was quickly swept away with an even more intense feeling of guilt and regret as the girl saw him cover his horns. Thankfully for him, she saw the look in his eyes as a hidden self-loathing, which made it all the more easier for him to stick to his character. He couldn’t help himself but smile when Bell began to speak as if he were a boyfriend she was about to dump, but he figured it would be quite amusing to any other person, so he didn’t make a move to hide it.
“I don’t blame you if that is the reason,” he responded, “I am pretty feral looking,” he said with a slight chomp of his sharp teeth, followed by a shrug of his shoulders. “And don’t worry about it. I do hide my appearance from others. If you weren’t a mage, you’d see a much less scary me,” his tone was matter-of-factly as he put on a contented smile and sighed to himself, once again cursing the mage’s gift of TrueSight.
After listening to her story, her background wasn’t much of a surprise to him, what with the way she acted and spoke. Though it had made him loathe her all the more. “Yeah, well, it depends on who you talk to. Some ‘Otherfolk’ have had some bad past experiences with the humans, others are indifferent. You just have to be careful about the way you go about the whole thing,” he tried to explain, though he failed to mention that he was probably the worst person to tell about her human background. Oh well, she could find that little tidbit out later on…
“C’mon, we’re almost there,” he said with a warm smile, taking the mage’s hand to pull her around another corner, before letting go when he stopped at their final destination. “Here you are,” he nodded with a smile, “Want me to wait for you out here? I can take you to your class if you can’t find it,” he offered once again. There was no way he would enter with her, the headmaster already had their doubts about him, and faking friendliness would only lead to a sure warning for the girl. No, he’d just wait out here until she came out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:17 am
“I told you, it’s not that!” the distressed girl cried vehemently, “You shouldn’t have to hide what you are from others; it’s… it’s not healthy,” she finished a little more softly, thinking back on the years when her parents had tried hiding what she was from the others so that she might live as normal a life as possible. She smiled apologetically for her outburst, and fell back into silence, nodding as he told her that she just had to be careful about the way she told others of her past. Oh, she knew that already; she was absolutely sure she’d have to be careful. She wouldn’t be able to tell anyone the whole truth about her parents… the parents she missed like a gaping whole in her heart.
She smiled when Ran grabbed her hand and pulled her around the corner. Though he couldn’t know it, his timely interruption of her thoughts had just prevented her from dropping back into a slump that would have taken her at least a week to climb out of. Thank goodness for him, she’d still be lost and roaming aimlessly without him, or maybe she’d have already sunken into a comatose stupor in her depression. Having company wasn’t that bad after all. Especially not when the company was so nice, she thought to herself. Unfortunately, though, she’d have to brush up on her conversing skills. She beamed happily as he stopped in front of a door with a small placard that read “HEADMASTER” upon it, noting that there were no other signs that might point her to it… This place was surely meant to get poor people like her lost, how could they not have signs to the most important room in the school? She resurfaced from her thoughts as Ran offered to stay outside and wait for her, and her eyes widened in surprise, having expected that he’d leave with his good deed done for the day. He was obviously very kind though, or he wouldn’t be offering, especially after all she’d put him through.
“ Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to take up too much of your time,” she answered, though her tone spoke a different story. She’d like it if he walked her to class. It was better than getting lost again and missing the whole period. Well of course, that only applied if she hadn’t missed it already. And Ran would probably tell her if she had missed it as well, so sticking with him seemed a pretty good idea at the moment, even if he did have a tendency to make her a little uncomfortable. She’d have to get used to being around people all the time now, and he seemed a good way to start.
She barely waited for his reply before entering the office and speaking to the secretary about meeting the headmaster and was instantly admitted. Apparently, they had been expecting her all morning. Twenty minutes later, she exited the office again, staring at the ground, her head whirling with thoughts from what she'd learned in the meeting.
((edit: I made it a little longer, since I don't really want to reveal all that went on in her meeting, so I hope you don't mind.))
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Illicit Romance Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:55 am
[[ I am going to assume the glass placed in front of Darian is wine . . . I can think of a few other things, but wine would probably be the most logical. ]]
Welcoming the excuse to look away from Horatio for a moment — the way she seemed to read into people was slightly annoying, if not unnerving even to him — Darian took the glass delicately in his hand, keen sense of smell picking out the scent before it was offered. This time a small smirk actually did appear on his lips as he swirled the dark liquid before raising it to his lips.
"Mm. Syrah, from the Corbiéres en Languedoc, Français." The Vampire rested the glass in the palm of his hand, swirling the liquid again and not even realizing his very slight switch into the French language. "2110, if my tongue does not deceive." He left it at that, silvery eyes twinkling a bit as he has his fun. This was one thing he enjoyed whilst socially interacting: dropping small hints about himself that were not really hints at all. As of yet, a few had assumed he had been sired in France, though no one knew just where. Small hints, ones that would actually take an intelligent and interested person a moment to figure out. Lack there of. For the most part. The amusement that he was offered wine, a cliché appeal of Vampires, was overshadowed by the larger, more humorous fact that he had grown up with it. Funny for him, at least.
Before he could comment further, or even refuse the offered seat, a child jumped in, simply bubbling with excitement. No, not a child, though comparatively so to him. Then again, so were the others, so that fact was briskly brushed aside. Most of the "children" at the school were older than most humans could live, but he had yet to meet a person of age with himself.
"Magan Sini Goreno. May, correct?" Darian's voice made her chimes sound as if they had come from a broken bell. "Our new English and Rhetoric teacher; I suppose too many students are interested in my classes. We do have many gifted writers." True, there had been many students in his Advanced English classes lately, but he had managed them well enough. Perhaps I can simply throw the ones I dislike into her class.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 4:57 pm
Kiala's eyes had watched the whole mushy scene unfold before her. Turning to the computer before her, Kiala began to work on the next few days of assignments for this class before the on coming sickness would soon kick in and either a sub would be taking care of her class, which would be the last for the poor fellow, or simply dismiss the class for a few days. A smile began to widen on the teacher's face from this thought.
The woman quickly snapped back to reality only to see that the scene was still unfolding. Moving one of the long and bold legs over one another did she give a cough. One of the coughs that wasn't mucus building up in the lungs, but to get the attention of her students. "Obviously, all of you are done with your assignments, you may leave."
Kiala gave a passing wave as she once more turned to her computer, no longer entertained by these children. Yes, the drama was over for the day, at least... until P.E. Suddenly, the screen came to the old message from where a teacher had cancelled her class. The thought crossed her mind. Sure, perhaps spending a few hours with her fellow teachers sounded nice, but the natural instinct to over see the younger generation was greater.
Peeking up at other packer, a brow came to arch, this one was interesting. Knowing that this leapord indeed grow in such a community as herself, yet stood up to someone with a higher title, then again did back down. Either way... this year would be interesting.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 5:26 pm
Evie had to turn her head away from her two friends. She could feel jealousy creeping through her faster then she could control. It was so stupid to feel this way. She wanted to deny any feelings of more then friendship towards either of her friends, but could she really? Was it possible that she liked Pan or Miya?
Doing her best to push away the creeping thoughts and jealousy Evie decided to take a look around the classroom. It seemed almost everyone was done. Ms. McDowell only confirmed her thoughts with her words. It was then Evie looked towards the teacher when she spoke and saw that she was looking at her. Eyes wide Evie quickly looked away. What was Ms. McDowell looking at her for?
Shrugging it off Evie finally looked back at Miya and Pan. "Are you going to be alright, Miya?" The lycan asked the witch with concern. At the same time that she was concerned for Miya she also wanted to get away from the girl. Hopefully her next class would just be with Pan.. For heavens sake, what was wrong with her?
It's the jealousy. Yes, that was it. She wanted the attention that Miya was getting from Pan. That was all. She didn't like Pan more than Miya, that was for certain, right? No, she was just jealous of the attention.
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