[color=8dc73f][h3][center]~Gwynn & Lyssa~[/center][/h3][/color]

Before Gwynn could say anything, Lyssa wrapped Both Gwynn, Maoin, and Mugi into the best group hug she could manage, seeming to not care one bit that the Yuki-Onna was frigid to the touch.

[color=f6989d]"Yep, you're all my best friends now!~"[/color] Lyssa replied with a giggle. It wasn't exactly a prestigious position to be in since Lyssa considered pretty much everyone her best friend, but details details. [color=f6989d]"Hey hey, you guys wanna hang out somewhere?"[/color] She continued, releasing the three of them from the hug. "As much as I love freezin' my cute little butt off, I could really go for something warm to drink right now."

[color=8dc73f]"Hey! I bet Maoin could make us something delicious."[/color] Gwynn replied with a grin, jumping right on the idea of having some people over to her dorm. [color=8dc73f]"Ohh, hey, maybe you guys wanna go ice skating after that? The lakes probably frozen over by now."[/color]

[center]~Cynthia~[/center]

She was busy cleaning the office as usual. The headmistress demanded the best cleaning services around, and thankfully she was the best one to provide said services. After all, Mistress Fiore was the only one good enough to receive her expert care. Not that whore Lindall. So help her if she ever caught them in the act again, she'd murder the woman in the most painful way she could possibly imagine. A small noise of something falling over distracted her, realizing she had accidentally knocked over a vase on a shelf. The head maid sighed, collected her thoughts. No, no, that wasn't her place to dictate who Mistress Fiore spent time with. Even those students of hers that was nothing more than a game to her...when she could be spending it with her instead....

a knock at the door interrupted her this time before her thoughts got carried away once again. Speaking of students that were a pleasant distraction...

She walked over to the door, duster in hand as she opened it. Lunalel Lightsword. The Headmistresses favorite new little plaything. For a few uneasy seconds, Cynthia simply stared at her emotionlessly from the door which was cracked barely a few inches open. She would not be letting her in here without the headmistress' explicit orders.

[b]"...what do you want?"[/b] Despite her attempts to not be openly hostile, she failed spectacularly at keeping a small bit of it out of her voice.