As the start of the class stretched on Jinny was perhaps the only one to notice as Jinx withdrew. She stayed seated, but here eyes were wide open and bright as she scanned the room. It was clear she could feel that itch on the back of her neck that someone was watching. This wasn’t perhaps unexpected; Jinx wasn’t the only one doing this after all. But the manic sort of energy around the pinkette faded, and she was tensed ready to bolt in an instant.

The only person that Jinx didn’t scrutinize was Jinny, but even then, she wasn’t ignored either. Acknowledged, but set aside mentally.

The soft breaking of the building tension was a boon, no one reacted harshly to Miss Queen’s unveiling.

Jinx herself simply took a deep breath, and flexed her hand for a moment. Soft pink sparks dancing around her fingers. Before she took out a notebook and pencil and started taking attentive notes. But while it was clear that Jinx was not one to slack when it came to learning, it was also clear that she was not one to put herself out there either, or least not one to put herself out there without a potential reward for it.

Jinny took careful notes as the teacher, Miss Queen, spoke on. Despite the general tired feelings of the various students, she managed to hold their attention. There was an energy about her, something like an actress. It made you want to look and listen. But soon enough, the bell was ringing.

"And, that's class! Take care kids, see you tomorrow." Ms. Queen sat back behind her desk, seeming to settle in to do paperwork.

Jinny turned to Jinx, not missing the way the other students avoided her on the the way out the door.

"So..."

Jinx was meticulous when it came to packing her stuff away. Not quite slow, but it was clear that Jinx was in no rush to leave. Though the same could not be said for those others who were sat near her. As beyond Jinny no one seemed willing to risk being near Jinx.

“So?” Jinx would repeat with a raised brow as she started the trek back to their dorm. Her gait was smooth, and controlled. It was almost a strut in truth, but something about it niggled at Jinny. It was slow, not so much that it would be terribly odd. But it felt manufactured, fake, as if Jinx was compensating somehow.

“This more questions about my time? Or were you wanting to cash in your question so soon?” She’d ask with a sly grin. Though most of her attention was outward watching and assessing the other students in the hallways.

Jinny was ready, and actually slightly impatient by the the time Jinx sauntered out the door. She hadn't consciously chosen to wait for the other girl, but curiousity won out. "Yeah, more questions about your time. Also was there anyone else in your class that was decent? And-" One question shoved itself in the front of the line.

"What's with the fashion show? You got new shoes or something?" They looked like everyone else's shoes. But people could be weird about clothes. Jinny could still feel other people's gazes, and it was still novel enough to piss her off. The muttering and whispered conversations... ugh.

"Hang on a sec-" Jinny stomped forward in the best impression of her father and folded her arms. "Do I have something on my face?! No? Well, fuck off then! Go be dumb somewhere else!" She was small, but she knew how to be surprisingly loud.