"It's cold," a girl's voice complained. "Why are we doing this again?"

Another, different girl's voice. "We're encouraging romance. Couples who get together now will be customers when Valentine's Day rolls around. It's perfectly logical."

"No, it isn't."

"Shush. You'll blow our cover!"

"You just-"

"Shhh!" After a few moments, they heard a voice. "Told you we should wait out here."

"Now who's making noise?"

"SHHH!"

As the first-years drew closer, the one girl blew the mist outwards toward them, engulfing them. The ground beneath them lurched, throwing both the black-haired boy and his girl into the branches reaching out over the path. Drawing the mist up higher, so it hid the two girls completely, they began to chant in a sing-song tone;

"[i]First years, first years,
Stuck in the tree.
K-I-S-S
To get free.
Dirty boys like
dirty girls who give
So be dirty and 
you get to live![/i]

The air elementalist girl had warped the air, so while the words were recognisable, the voices certainly weren't. Though they couldn't help themselves from breaking out in laughter at trapping the pair, their laughter sounded rather more eerie above than they intended.
 
[@Zelosse][@Old Amsterdam]