What few wounds she had received from that unfortunate (Well, all in all it wasn't THAT bad) raid on Christmas were now healing nicely, to the point of almost being gone. Belladonna had stopped dreaming about train crashes enough to get some decent sleep and anytime she heard a bell jingle she wouldn't think about that awful ninja they had encountered, almost had beat and then was demolished by. And of course she also couldn't stop thinking about the handsome boil with raven wings who had protected her and yelled at her for being reckless. It was only natural that once she started thinking about him she couldn't stop, to the point of going a bit mad like every teenage girl does at least once or more in her life.

And like every crush obsessed teenager, Belladonna did the only thing she could, and that was to visit a good friend.

A good friend who lived in the demon dorms alongside the object of her affection and who would decorate her arms in pretty swirls and designs while the witch gushed her feelings.

A tentative knock was placed against the door, quickly followed by a firmer one that just made it sound as though someone who couldn't make up their mind was at the door. In her hands was a small black wicker basket decorated with a pink ribbon that had once before held a pumpkin baby, but now only held sweets and a few miscellaneous objects that may or may not prove useful to the time ahead. Belladonna had a great deal of questions for the girl, mostly dealing with her crush, but a few concerning dear Yaya. Time to summon the courage, little witch!

So Belladonna planted a bright smile on her face and waited for Yaya to answer the door...