Marsha
Somehow, before Vance was aware of Levi flickering out of reality, he had a weird feeling that there were eyes watching him. A cold chill pricked up his back as the pencil in his hand stopped midways from answering a physics question. Slowly, his head shifts to look around the room, then takes notice of the pink bean bag is gone. 

A single bead of sweat slid down his temple when he stared at the spot where the missing object once was. How can something that big just disappear? His pointed ears slightly lowered when he stood from his chair. Swallowing back the unwanted unease, Vance quietly approaches the area where the bean bag should be. His steps are light, barely unnoticeable, and are quick. He was standing over where Levi sat with his face lowered and curled into a small ball. 

Often, sometimes, students tend to leave stuff in odd places. Take a beanbag for example when a kid just leaves it in a chair. And Vance had no idea that it was another student who was balled in the shape of a bean bag. 

As he got closer, his hand reached out to grab the chair's top rail to move it back. There was a heavy weight that made it a little difficult to budge.

*'The fuck is this?'* He thought, now trying to force the chair to move. Now he's thinking someone is playing an annoying prank on him. This isn't funny.
Lisa
Levi had never experienced something as weird and inconceivable as this. Some sort of shadowy figure was right _here_ in this very room with them. Admittedly, they weren't even aware at this point about the entire situation. They had been fed with so many utter lies and hurtful statements from their doctors- that they began to question if they were really lies in the first place. _Hallucinations._ Sure, they did have that but... But what? Were they just thinking of excuses to escape a diagnosis? _Delusions? Disorganized behavior? Drop in school performance?_ Fuck this shit- they didn't do anything wrong. 

Everything they saw was _real_ to an extent. They just had no idea how to explain it even further. 

When the chair they were on was nudged, their heart would skip a beat. "Écoute mec, je suis désolé... Laisse-moi tranquille. Va-t'en... Qui que tu sois..."

Funnily enough, they were still faced down on the table with the hoodie covering them. They didn't have any idea that they actually used an ability to make them invisible. However, Vance would be able to hear an androgynous French voice coming from the place where the supposed bean bag was. There was a tinge of fear and confusion in the ghostly statement.
Marsha
"Che diavolo!?" Vance's voice raised enough to sound startled and still remain somewhat quiet. He stepped back knocking over a chair behind him that toppled against the floor loudly. His other step flinched in instinct to move away from the sudden sound that caused him to collide into a slatewood shelf. Novels came clattering down like slabs of meat. 

Swiftly, he darted away from where he had heard the disembodied voice to where his homework was. He'll be damned if he abandons his time and effort on these stupid subjects. Vance hastily tosses in his belongings inside his backpack before causing the items to disappear once he has it in person.

Then he goes leaping up on top of the bookshelf where he stayed perched in a crouching position like a hawk. His eyes scan the room from above to try to find who is messing with him. The last time he had his guard down, some asshole played a cruel prank on him for their sick entertainment. It took him a week to fully recover and have his stitches removed from his neck.

"Okay... Wherever you are..." Vance said, his tone stiff and stern. "Better show yourself or there will be bigger trouble." His voice was deep with grit when he made this statement. "If this is another of your sick dumbass pranks, I'll have to consider this another threat." 

His fingers tapped against the wooden surface of the shelf that he stood on. With anticipation, every strand of muscle aches to make a move from signs of oncoming danger.

"Come out now," Vance coaxed, keeping his senses open for any signs of life. "Maybe if I am generous enough, we can somehow talk this one out? Hmm? Sounds good don't you think?"
Lisa
_Che diawhatnow?_ Now _that_ was something new. When they whispered to themselves, the requests and pleads were usually met with silence. After all, they never actually heard any of the creatures or entities that they saw in the corners of their vision. It was always just _sight_ related. Now though- when they heard an actual human male voice... They began to question if they were actually seeing something paranormal, or they were _actually_ hallucinating and didn't have enough sleep. Maybe it was just that simple. They didn't remember when they last took their meds...

They listened to the statement and subsequent request. What? Them doing pranks? Ok they _did_ do magic tricks, but they sure as hell weren't doing anything... Right? They weren't aware that they were invisible, so they simply raised their head to look at the figure who was on top of the shelf for some reason. They still had shadows twirling around them, but closer inspection revealed that they were actually a person underneath... Huh. Interesting. They would blink repeatedly to focus their vision, their glasses still a bit smudged.

Unbeknownst to them, they began to flicker back to visibility from the perspective of Vance. Pink hoodie, crooked glasses, and a white mask covered their face- though they would still be able to see the eyebags underneath their dark brown eyes, as well as the strands of black hair.

Overall, they looked pretty androgynous, and there was no definite identifiable characteristics on their sex.

"Peut-être que vous ne me comprenez pas... Ai don't know what you're doeng up zere... But who la 'ell are you? What stupid prank are you talkeng abut?"

A heavy French accent ensued once more.