The sound of the large wooden doors opening caused Mizzie to jump, her head whipping over to the source as a man wearing a hood entered and closed the door behind him before making his way to the desk. Figuring that he would ignore her if she appeared to ignore him, Mizzie only glanced at him occasionally to see what he was doing, her eyes widening a bit when she saw that he had removed his hood to reveal ears that belonged to a fox. Still, she managed to avoid staring, which would have certainly drawn his attention, as he finished his business with the front desk, dashing Mizzie’s hopes that he would leave by heading to the far end of the bench and sitting down.

Though he was on the other side of the bench, his presence still made it harder for Mizzie to relax. The receptionist had claimed that he was also waiting for Evern, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be there to keep an eye on her until they decided the best way to punish her. The sound of the door opening once again kept her from dwelling on the idea for too long, her attention immediately jumping to what could possibly be a new threat. The fact that the new arrival was a female fairy didn’t do much to dissuade the notion that she could be dangerous. 

Once again, Mizzie tried to be as discreet as possible in observing her as she moved to the desk and explained to the receptionist that she was there to learn. The receptionist gave her essentially the same response she gave to Mizzie and the fox-eared guy, mentioning that she could sit on the benches to wait for Evern. The elf deviated from the norm by leaning forward a bit and whispering to the fairy, however, sending chills up Mizzie’s spine as her thoughts turned to what it could possibly mean.

Almost as if on cue, the fairy made her way over to the bench and sat down next to Mizzie, taking care not to hurt her wings as she turned and spoke to the little Moon Elf. The attention, despite the fairy’s voice being gentle, caused Mizzie to tense up visibly and set her heart racing. The only thing that kept her from bolting was the fear of causing a scene and acquiring stricter punishment. Instead, she pulled her bare legs, mottled with silver like her arms and torso, up onto the bench and wrapped her arms around them. With her tongue feeling like it was glued to the roof of her mouth, she was unable to respond to the fairy verbally, though the latter’s mention of learning from the people at the guild elicited a slightly puzzled expression and a tiny shake of the head.

It certainly didn’t make sense for a guild of magic to teach a Dark Mage anything at all, though she could see why they would take in someone like the fairy, Sera, as a student. She was probably really good, the opposite of Mizzie, and she was really beautiful. Denying her would have certainly been a foolish move. Mizzie still wasn’t sure about the boy at the end of the bench, however. Sure, she could definitely see him being a student as well, but he seemed too quiet for that, an observation which reinforced the notion that he was there to keep an eye on her.