Giselle smiled at the Teacher confidently and took a gulp of water. “Yep, it’s perfect Miss, Not too hot at all. Bit bitter though..” Giselle knew she was being tested here and she knew how to handle it...maybe she could convince the Teacher to drink it still. After pushing the mug dangerously close to the edge of her desk she looked at the board and looked for her name.
Giselle VS Alvor Giselle arched an eyebrow and her eyes searched the room for Alvor. Giselle was a competitive girl and didn’t plan on losing at all and it was fairly clear by the amused but determined look on her heart-shaped face. She turned her attention back at the mug decided at some point she’d accidently push it off the desk. Then she noticed a red dash by the window and her head moved noticeably quick towards the window.
She could see easily it was Vix by the animals speed and elegance not to mention her petit sizing and bright red fur. Vix sat down and gave Giselle a warning glare through the glass of the window and Giselle felt herself sinking into her own skin. Vix intimidated Giselle with her wisdom and intelligence but Giselle wasn’t one to listen most of the time. She looked at the mug then at Vix then jolted her leg up into the desk sending a slight vibration through the wood. The mug crashed and Giselle muttered ‘Ow’ rubbing her knee.
It’d been half accidental and half on purpose. She’d meant to knock the mug but not hit her knee so hard on the wood. She glared at the table as if it were the table’s fault then calmed down enough to have her skin stop being bright red and her eyes stopped being narrowed at the table.
She sent little sparks off her fingers and she searched out her duelling partner with bright eyes. She tried to ignore the pulsing and throbbing in her knee and focused her attention on getting in the right sense of mind for a spar or duel- whichever you’d rather call it.