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Stepping nearly soundlessly into the space, Jennie opened the door to the lobby-like room. She wasn't the social-type, but she did secretly find solace when she saw those from her coven that also attended the institute. And she had been having no such luck finding a single one in the entirety of the day. She scanned the vastness of the quiet room, face seemingly expressionless as she waited for something familiar to catch her sights...but nothing it seemed would do the trick in this room. She dropped her orbs, recognizing she would have to just relax on her own (no surprises there). She noticed some book shelving on one of the walls and practically glided to the case. Her proline fingers reached up to brush the stems of the books, musing over the words and various languages present in the titles.

Yongguk desperately needed to decompress between classes, but he didn't have enough time to go all the way back home. Settling in the lounge where people might dare to talk to him filled him with dread, but he perched in a high backed armchair off in the corner with his sketchbook and clung to the slim hope of solitude. Dark eyes fluttered closed and he could almost smell the dry herbs hanging in a potion shop or recall the feeling of running his hand over the leaves in a healer's garden. But just as soon as the memory bloomed in his mind, a darkness crept in at the edges, spreading like a blight and causing everything to wither. Yongguk's eyes shot open and shook his head as if to physically clear whatever haze lingered in his mind, heaving in a sharp breath. After his heart settled and he no longer felt like a man who had escaped some ravenous creature's gaze, the witch slowly opened his sketchbook in his lap and began to scribble on the page. Nothing in particular. Just dark, wild loops... Like pouring out the clutter in his mind.

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Her silent reverie comes crashing down around her when a familiar voice fills her ears. The timbre of the tone makes her hair stand on edge and she calms herself before any reaction allows itself to show. “If only, if only,” she sighs softly, coming to the conclusion that she will no longer get any peace and quiet with her fellow teacher around. The familiar face next to her coming into view as she turns her head… only to find those faux glasses adorning his face. “Really?” She asks, a blank look on her visage as she motions to glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. “Those again?”

Peace and quiet were hard to be found whenever Anzhelika was around, despite her air of needing just that, her staccato heels the metronome of doom for most students.
"I was wondering if hell finally got you", Mingyu commented as he settled into a chair next to the other teacher, setting down the cup of tea he had been carrying, before flipping open his book, shooting her a look over the top of his glasses. "You sure look as if it tried."

There’s a stillness in the air as she enters the room. For a moment she revels in it. There is no need for rushing, no rush to move. In this area she simply exists. Heels hit the ground with an eerily ominous sound, the walls catching it and throwing it amongst each other as if it were a game. The sun shines softly through the tall windows and she seats herself in the farthest corner from it. In the shadows she allows herself a moment to breathe - to simply exist. Heavy eyes slowly shut and she loses herself amongst twitching muscles that she has to will to relax.