Catherine sat in her private office, a warm cup of tea resting in front of her as she was sitting there, closing her eyes. It was something she had to deal with on a daily basis, something which would assault her the moment she let her attention wander. 

"Hey, hey," a childish and sickenly sweet voice called out from across the desk, "wake up! Don't you have class to teach?" 

Opening her eyes, Catherine glared at another Catherine Madenmosel, this one lying on the desk with her head propped by her hands and kicking her legs up and down in the air like a child. It didn't help that she completely [i]acted[/i] like one too. 

"I do." she nodded, taking another sip of her tea, "and when I head out is none of your business." 

"aww, don't be like that, Cathy. You can't be mean to yourself! That's the sign of a disturbed person. So is talking to yourself, but what do they know? Pfft!" she rambled, blowing a raspberry at the end. 

"Demented is relative." 

"You're right." the "other" Catherine nodded sagely, eyes closed. "The other witches all think you're demented because you're over here, helping the Meisters. All of these people might want to kill you. Isn't that rather demented of you?" 

Catherine didn't respond, only setting down her cup. 

"Aw, come on!" the "other" Catherine continued. "Oh, are you angry! Is that it? Are you feeling blame for betraying your fellow witches like that? Do you feel blame? Are you mad? Do you feel like wolf kabob Roth vantage? Gefrannis booj pooch boo jujube; bear-ramage. Jigiji geeji geeja geeble Google. Begep flagaggle vaggle veditch-waggle bagga?”

Her temples twitched and energy flared around her for a moment be she restrained herself, instead standing up from her seat and tapping her parasol on the ground firmly. When she turned again, the "other" Catherine was gone. However, her hallucination spoke one last time. 

"You know you want it. The Sway of magic - everyone gives into it sometime. It's only a matter of time, not if~"

Opening the door, Catherine stepped out of her empty office and towards the classroom, the music spilling into the hallway simply replacing one annoyance in her mind with another.