Miranda's hand extended as Mr. Fariss rearranged where everyone was sitting.<br/><br/>She didn't wait to be called upon, [/b]"Mr. Fariss.  I need to sit by the window, preferably with it open.  Otherwise I get nauseous."[/b]<br/><br/>It was a bold faced lie, but hopefully the teacher would buy it.  More importantly, hopefully the open window would cause enough ventilation that her pheromones wouldn't cause too many people too difficult of a time.  Especially poor Rachel.  The girl, dopple-ganger, was lovely and Miranda, for some reason, wanted the girl to genuinely like her instead of being enchanted by her unnatural pheromones.<br/><br/>When Rachel settled in, Miranda smiled warmly.<strong>"Not a problem.  It happens sometimes.  I should be the one apologizing."</strong>She paused before hesitantly asking,<strong>"still friends?  I kind of have a feeling that Luna just wants to rip my throat out now."</strong><br/><br/>It was true, the last time she'd seen the werewolf she'd received another threatening growl.  It wasn't her fault.  She had PE next hour simply so she could shower again in an attempt to keep her pheromone level in check.<br/><br/>The succubus turned her attention to her math work.  Questions on the first day?  That totally blew.  The brunette only partially read the questions before deciding to get someone else to do it for her.  Rachel was her friend, so she wouldn't put that on her, but there was a seemingly easily manipulable, smart looking guy in front of her who she was sure wouldn't mind.<br/><br/>She gently tapped the nerd on the shoulder,<strong>"hey we don't get this can you help us,"</strong>she smiled shyly at the boy and indicated herself and Rachel.<br/><br/>The shape-shifter was hot enough that her mere presence would only help with Miranda's manipulation.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Miranda and this is Rachel, by the way,"</strong>she said as she leaned forward in her desk and allowed gravity to effect her top just so.  Her slender arm and manicured nails reached out to gently squeeze the boy's arm, before she gave Rachel a conspiring wink.<br/><br/>Maybe Mr. Farris would come over to see what was happening and she could work her charms on him.  Miranda knew she'd likely have to do it eventually if she wanted to get an A, and since she owed Rachel from earlier, she might as well get her friend an A too.<br/><br/>