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Entering the classroom, Kurumi had one hand in her pocket and another on the strap of her bag. Kurumi's view of Professor Scabior was significantly different after the incident in the vegetable garden, but she was still very wary around him - especially after he had tried to steal from Professor Williamson and used students to do so. It was...odd...
Kurumi jumped a bit when she saw Professor Scabior. She had assumed that he would be standing or sitting in front of the classroom waiting for students instead of right next to the door. Not only that, but he seemed to be rather...chipper. That couldn't be a good thing, could it? "Good evening, professor," she said with a polite bow before her eyes shifted towards the window. Wait...sunlight? But wasn't it....
Thoroughly confused, Kurumi turned her gave back to the professor. "I mean, good day, Professor Scabior." Cheeks beat red, Kurumi rushed to her usual seat only to find that the chair was missing. Merlin...she really was losing it. Where was her chair? Kurumi spun around on the spot trying to find where her chair could have gone. Or...was this all part of the lesson? Sure, she could just sit down elsewhere...but this was her usual seat...she was sort of attached.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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