Tap, tap tap. The rythm of a pencil scratching the paper. Tap tap tap. It seemed like a beat, synchronized with her own. Karin eyed once again the scribbles, the magical formulas on the paper, and then double checked against those in the board. She resisted the temptation to yawn once again.

Maths were... so boring. And the young girl was one of the top of the class at them. She should've liked maths, however, she was steadily but surely losing the struggle against the ever increasing lead quality of her eyelids.  In order to exorcise the demon of sleep, she performed a survey of the rest of the class. Elegant chairs, sparkling-new tables. Classy black, white with golden trimming uniforms, composed of a white shirt with a black blazer and a black skirt. A teacher with immaculate glasses, and his hair combed back in an elegant manner. Even the tie added a little of class to the otherwise, business uniform.

The Golden Star Private School was supposed to be worth every single yen spent on it. And even from youth, the people here received vigorous, elite education. Which was equally boring. Unable to fight the increasing tiredness anymore, her pencil slipped, slashing an operation across. Grumbling, she searched for her eraser. There was one in her backpack, wasn't it?. She leaned forward, opening her expensive backpack. Two little, delicate hands handed her the eraser from within, and Karin thanked them.

Wait, that was not right. Karin's eyes snapped so slightly, as she opened the backpack again. There she was, her pudgy appearance and mop of hair leaving no trace of doubt. Karin's reaction was of utter disbelief. What was doing [i]her[/i] fairy inside her backpack out of all things.

Then she noticed the lunchbox half ajar, and a couple of rice grains stuck on the fairy's mouth, while one of her hands still held some rice dumpling remains. And no further explanation was needed.

"You litte shit! That was my lunch!" Karin half hissed, furiosly, as she lifted her pencil as an instrument of divine retribution, and delivered a nasty jab on the little creature's side. Which had no response or effect. Karin wondered for a second if the impact had been too much.

"ow." Depardieu said after a few awkward seconds. And then, without even paying attention nor asking, reached for more foodstuffs inside the lunchbox. Round two would teach the pesky fairy some things...

"AHEM! Miss Yamato!" A masculine voice said at his back, causing the young girl to flail around. "Mayhaps this lesson is perhaps too easy for you, hmm? Seeing as how you are playing hell-knows-why with your pencil and backpack." The teacher said, full of scorn. "Shall we step it up a little, Miss Yamato? What is the missing number on this series?" The teacher added.

Clearly, she shouldn't be able to answer that, but the word that came from her mouth had little shadow of doubt. "8". The girl said, secure of herself.

"Correct." The teacher added, clenching his teeth... Karin internally smirked. After all, series were similar to computing codes, so she could ascertain this particular answer.

And then the bell rang. Which promptly made said teacher to dismiss the class. Karin had a close shave this time. Depardieu was far too lax about any kind of care and tact whatsoever. And the tiny glutton had already devoured half of her lunch. She was a growing young girl! How could that little fae scourge eat her lunch and leave her half starved? 

Furiously, she whipped up her expensive smartphone,and lit it up during the lunchbreak. She wasn't in the mood to socialize, not with the spirit of gluttony still in her backpack, so she sat in a corner, and delighted herself in reading. There was some other magical girl, who was a writer. All the news were upon them.

"Yeah, stupid writer. What does she do, write monsters to death? Lame Lame Lame." Karin said to herself, deciding to channel her frustration and hunger into unabashed trolling in a magical girl fansite.

"Kuroe is a shitty's cat name, and that kinda explains why the books smell like cat poop! Not to mention that a dog could write them better!" She posted under an alias, delighting herself in the irate response of hardcore fans. She giggle sho slightly as she finished what she could salvage of her lunch. Well, at the very least this was some sort of comfort...