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Angel watched as the shorter girl take her handkerchief and suddenly leave to the bathroom anyway, with her handkerchief still. She sigh, picking her book back but sensed something and looked at the staircase, most importantly the giant marble statue of the man that founded the Academy, the previous retired principle. Something didn't feel right about it so Angel decided to investigate. As she nervously travel across the crowded ballroom, she was suddenly purposely pushed by someone. Angel already knew who it was, "ahh!" She cried as she fell. The person that pushed her laugh, a witch with short black and blue hair and rebellious clothing. "Oops, looks like the great Trixie bumped into a loser again. Oh wait? It's the queen of losers", said the witch as her two friends laughed.