The hapless Mizore obsessively stalked the witch girl through the forest. Little did she know, the witch knew about her the entire time and was simply pretending to be unaware until the time was right. Suddenly, the witch's trap activated. Magic vines sprouted up from the ground and wrapped around Mizore rather suggestively. The evil witch, who was simply Hanami in stereotypical, all-black witch's garb, appeared before her newest catch, grinning wickedly as she pondered on how to punish her first- At that moment, the fantasy Lin Jing managed to glimpse was abruptly cut short as Hanami hurriedly closed off her mind.
Hanami's golden eyes went wide and her cheeks reddened. There was no doubt about it, the unwanted presence in her mind had seen the spicy little scenario that originated from her baser urges. Before she could start thinking up a dozen ways to track them down and silence them, she was treated to the view of Mizore bending over her desk, which was not helping matters. Trying to calm her rapidly beating heart, she looked off to the side. "H-Hmph... I admit, you've got potential as well. If you can be a half-decent teacher, we might be able to get along..." Her flustered state took the edge off her otherwise haughty remark.
She scoffed at the idea that their dispute was an inconsequential 'catfight'. It felt important to her, at least. "No promises," she muttered under her breath. However, she didn't expect the teacher to leave so quickly. "Wait! What about Japanese... class...?" She asked, but Mizore was already gone.
She wasn't pleased to be abandoned so suddenly, but her body was still near-freezing and she needed to get moving so the warmth could reach her extremities again, so she got up from her chair and headed for the door.
