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Izumi sat on the sofa in the center of the teacher's lounge, using the coffee table as a desk for her laptop as she planned her lessons. She only stopped typing to take sips of the open can of energy drink beside her but her eyes never left the screen. The teaching part of this job itself was no problem to her. After dealing with corporate HR, the admin team, middle management and her old bosses, dealing with teenagers was easy. The challenge in her job came to lesson prep. She didn't want to put too much responsibility on the students to effectively teach themselves as this would only encourage shortcut finding and bad habits. But neither did she want them to only absorb what she told them without any critical thinking or understanding of the reasoning. It was her job to teach, not to shout out commands to a bunch of robots.

She greeted Kohaku with a 'morning' in return when she walked in, without looking up. It was only after the coffee machine spilled that Izumi's attention was snapped away from her lesson plans and back to reality, as she got up and helped Kohaku and Shinobu clean up the mess. Once the counter was clean, she returned to her seat and left Kohaku in Shinobu's care. She wuld be in good hands. Izumi knew from experience that Shinobu was very good at caring for the other teachers, and was always there for Izumi herself when she was having a bad week. Emiko arrived shortly after, who was another welcome ray of sunshine among the faculty. Though Izumi wouldn't call herself as grumpy as Amber or as cynical as Kohaku, she wasn't exactly the most exciting person either. Before Emiko arrived, most mornings in the faculty room passed with few if any spoken words. It was only during lunch break where they may have come alive and warmed up enough to have actual conversations. Yup, monday mornings especially were usually quiet and uneventful.

Izumi jumped when she heard the bang, and shut the laptop as she stood up to investigate. Her first thought was that make it was a bird, but the truth was far stranger. A little winged fairy! The sight right in front of her refused to sink in as reality and she stood and stared and watched as it spoke. She heard her colleagues react in various ways. Like her, most of them seemed more concerned about the message than about the fairy's existance, and Izumi got swept up in that. There would be time to think about a fairy existing later.

[color=#71e5d2]"Who's in trouble?"[/color] Izumi demanded. [color=#71e5d2]"And where are they?"[/color]