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</div><br/><br/>Ah…I love the smell of mischief in the morning. Heather chuckled softly under her breath, blue eyes rising heavenward to the display. Her silvery-purple hair was a mess about her head, just like always, her eyes lovely and bright. A smile curving her full lips, she opened the nearest window to get a closer look. There goes Nakamura…she thought, chuckling once again as she directed her attention onto other matters. After taking a long shower…orientation was just around the corner, and it wouldn’t do to be late when she’s a teacher…would it? The black robe replaced with a black, form-fitting tank top, and black skinny jeans, she thrust her hands into her pockets. Keys…keys… Luckily she found them by the front door, and was able to lock the door behind her. Humming under her breath, the petite young woman, beautiful and yet deadly, Fighting Teacher at Locus Academy, started heading downstairs.