A Little Thing Called A Witch?! [editing]

Yet To Know?!

Notes to take note of:

(**) change of view point

(__) change of scene

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Azil watched as her best friend fidgeted in her seat. She knew Marie since the seventh grade, quite long enough to know her habits well. Marie's usual nonchalant aura was replaced with a much more tensed one as she bit her finger and subconsciously shook her leg up and down, a sign of uneasiness. Azil sighed at the girl seated to her right and chuckled to herself. It was always interesting to see the oh-so-mature Marie worry about things. It made her think.

Could it be...?

She cleared her throat so as to start a conversation. "So..."

Marie was too engrossed with the clock that she did not hear a single word.

"So," she made her voice a tad louder, receiving Marie's startled attention, "who was that guy?"

Marie stopped shaking her leg abruptly.

A sly smirk formed as Azil suddenly clapped her hands together.

Bingo!

"Today is the day, remember?"

Marie turned away and hung her head low, staring at her hands resting on her lap. Azil caught a glimpse of pink on her cheeks before a curtain of auburn hair hid them well. Silence ticked by as she waited for an answer.

"Actually..." Marie's small voice finally spoke.

Azil poked her head closer, curious.

The sound of the bell went off, startling the both of them. Azil's brows furrowed in irritation but kept the smirk on her face.

"You've been saved by the bell." She swiftly brought up a finger between them resulting in Marie flinching away. "But don't think I'll let you off the hook that easily."

She smiled briefly seeing Marie shudder.

Miss Jane entered the class with a stack of books in her arms. Placing them flat on the table, she adjusted her glasses and tucked a loose strand of dark violet hair behind her ear.

"Everyone take your seats," she said as the class scrambled to their designated seats.

Miss Jane brought her attention to the door as if expecting someone. "Where'd he go?" She poked her head out the door. "Ah! Right this way, Mr. Michaels."

The class craned their necks to see this "Mr. Michaels" person.

Azil patted Marie's arm. "Hey, can you see from there?"

Marie was frozen. She did not lift her head at all. She continued to stare at her hands with wide eyes. Suddenly, a tall figure walked into the class with tons of books, more than what Ms. Jane had, and placed them on her desk where the rest were.

Azil gasped in realization. "Marie! Isn't that the guy from yesterday?" she whispered as she frantically patted her friend's shoulder.

From what Azil observed, the newcomer was extremely emotionless. His deadpanned eyes searched the room and instantly landed on the back row. Azil realized Marie had moved to look at the guy and in that instant she saw that they were in their own world. She looked from the him to her best friend.

She clenched her fists and bit down on her lip to hold the excitement she felt. No words can describe what she was feeling, she was just...happy.

"Please don't leave yet," Miss Jane instructed him which was completely unnecessary. It seemed as if he was too fixed on Marie. "Everyone! This is Den Michaels. He is the new student that transferred here. Although he is in his third year, I thought it would be nice to introduce him to you all since he helped me carry these books," she continued.