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.

Jinx would cut a sharp look at Jinny as the shorter girl put forth a fair attempt at intimidation. It didn’t seem to work at first, more stunning those that were looking rather than actually getting them to stop, but a moment later they all suddenly went very pale.

A quick glance back showed that Jinx was smiling a wide, slightly feral, grin. One that was all teeth, her hair seemed to have poofed up as well, but the most notable thing was the deep pink glow that filled her eyes. It only lasted a moment, before her hair de-poofed and the glow faded. But by then, everyone in the hall was doing a good job at trying their best to ignore Jinx and Jinny.

“We can talk back at the room, yeah?” Jinx would say quietly. Though it wasn’t really a question.

Jinx would pick up her pace after that. And Jinny would notice her hand tightening into a fist over the course of the, now short, trip back. By the time they had made it back, Jinx’s knuckles had turned white from how tightly she had been squeezing her fist.

The moment the door locked shut behind the two of them Jinx collapsed into one of the chairs around the small dining table. And was once again massaging her knee forcefully.

“Next time you want to pick a fight in the hallway, wait until I’m not there.” Jinx would bite out through clenched teeth, tossing a glare at Jinny as she did.

Taking a deep breath, Jinx would shake herself and settling down a bit. “To answer the question you did ask, no one in my class was worth noting. I had the best time by a wide margin.” She’d answer at last.

“Any more questions, you’re grabbing me the red bottle in the cabinet next to the fridge if you want answers.”

"Yeah."

Jinny had to take two steps to Jinx's long stride. She was surprised, and confused, at the other girls' reaction. She hadn't been trying to get Jinx into a fight, honestly. They weren't even friends, right? Jinx could just leave. So... why?

After making sure the door was locked and putting away her bag, she watched the grey girl with mild apprehension. Maybe she'd gotten kicked too hard? Where was the infirmary, again? One of the top levels, but that red-haired boy had accidentally torn her map...

"Red bottle? Oh, okay." She had to jump onto the cabinet to reach the second shelf, but soon she was handing it over. "...Do you want some water, too? Or maybe an ice pack? ...do we have ice packs?" Otou-san had taught her to make one out of a wet towel by sticking it in the freezer. An actual infirmary might be faster, though.