Jinny would skid into her next classroom with only a minute to spare. The good of that meant she wasn’t late, the bad? Well, that was the fact there wasn’t really a lot of open seating left. To be precise there was only one open seat left.

And Jinny already recognized who was going to be her seat neighbor, the vibrant pink hair and ash gray skin didn’t leave much room for doubt really.

Jinx looked prepared for this class, a notebook opened to an empty page and a pair of pens were already out on her desk. But that wouldn’t be what caught Jinny’s attention. No that would be the charged sensation in the air around Jinx. That and her injuries.

Jinx was sporting a rather painful looking black eye, a split lip, and there was a brace on her left wrist. That all contrasted with the sharp, almost manic grin on the other girl’s face, and when Jinx glanced over as Jinny sat down it was clear that Jinx’s eyes were glowing faintly. A pale pink light, adding an unnatural edge to her gaze.

That gaze seemed to sharpen even further as Jinx recognized Jinayah. “What was your time?” She would ask, forgoing any sort of greeting, or other common courtesies when it came to starting up a conversation. “I got a minute fifty-three.” Jinx would add “What was your time?”