Miranda entered the school and wondered if she’d already missed the first bell.  Black calf-high boots, worn over dark, tight leggings which lead to a red striped skirt whose hem was well above her knees, clacked against the linoleum of the hallway and set a rhythm to her sway as she strolled along seemingly in no hurry.<br/><br/>She smirked at the color code system.<strong>”What is this, Kindergarten?”</strong>and grinned triumphantly to herself as she got the euphemism correct.<br/><br/>A simple, long sleeve, ivory button up, with the top four buttons carelessly left unfastened, revealing the lace of a black bra, was neatly tucked into the red striped skirt.  Flawless features, and perfect hair and makeup, a combination that generally made other girls seethe with envy, completed the package.  For Miranda, however, a friendly smile, a twinkle in her baby blue eyes, and a gentle word was all it took for those feelings of undisguised hate to melt into utter devotion.<br/><br/>Feeling completely impish, Miranda stopped, untied the blue ribbon and casually swapped it with the yellow.  Only an idiot would be dumb enough not to realize the change, but an idiot was likely who the ribbons were for.  A smile and a wink at the nearby human teacher got her out of trouble without so much as a verbal reprimand, and she was off with the percussion of her shoes echoing off the walls and giving her hips a rhythm to sway to.<br/><br/>Room 603, home of the blue snauzberries.  Miranda had to admit, she was eager to make some new friends, and had promised herself she wasn’t going to intentionally use her abilities on her fellow students, unless someone was really hot and she deeply desired him or her, or if she felt like it and could justify using them to herself.  Of course, she couldn’t control the pheromones she produced, or her stunning good looks.  She had a reputation to maintain, and who’d ever heard of a Succubus taking on the form of an ugly Betty?<br/><br/>As she entered the room, she immediately noticed that the females outnumbered the males, an odd coincidence.  She’d already spotted a few students she’d like to spend time knowing by the time she’d taken her second step inside the classroom.<br/><br/>Baby blue eyes were currently focused on the sweet, innocent appearing girl with the name tag.  The girl seemed incredibly sweet, and Miranda wondered if her sugar tooth was acting up.  Then there was wild-hair girl, who looked absolutely feral and probably was quite wild in certain circumstances.  She wasn’t exactly trying to look at the boy’s way, but her eyes were drawn in a way that Miranda instantly knew he was a demon.  What type of demon?  She really didn’t know, and was unsure if she wanted to find out.  Sure he was pleasing on the eyes, like any smart demon would be, but she likely knew where he’d been and that always downgraded good looks to just passable on her scale.<br/><br/>Without much delay, Miranda decided to claim a seat near the girl who made her sweet tooth ache, and gave both her and wild-haired girl a friendly, inviting smile.<br/><br/><strong>”Mornin,”</strong>she said in a rich Southern accent that perked the ears before nestling in that tympanic space for a moment before gently crawling into some people’s memory and instantly enticing a blissful smile.<br/>