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Catherine woke up to the sound of her alarm thrashing through the inside of her skull. A flick of her wrist sent a forceful gust that pushed the clock off the nightstand to fall on the floor, quieting it. Disheveled and groggy, she sat up on the edge of her bed, her foot pushing into the glass on the floor, clinking against the bottle. Is this what her teaching career was going to be like? Pretending everything was fine in the morning, and drinking herself to sleep at night? She ran her fingers through her messy hair, and then pinched the bridge of her nose in a futile attempt to stop the throbbing pain. She had thought that Jordan's presence would give her just the right amount of the familiar to make her feel at home and at peace, not dredge up past regrets memories of a failed relationship. She couldn't let herself be a wreck every time she ran into him. She hoped that going forward, they'd both just put on their professional face, and treat each other with the right amount of cordiality and distance. She'd give the previous night's incident a pass, after all, it wasn't like he had meant for her to see the name on the gun, and it was the night run, so he was bound to get a little wild. She smirked to herself a little, remembering just how [i]wild[/i] he could get.

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There was nothing like flying at top speed at high altitudes through the crisp morning air right after a steaming hot shower to clear away a nasty hangover. Though she was dressed in her usual professional white blouse and pencil skirt, she had let her hair flow free; she needed to let her hair dry, though the real reason was she just needed the feeling of being free and unshackled, unbound. Heading to the roof of the building to check if any intrepid wind students were seeking tutelage, she saw Kanako standing there, and gracefully floated down to her. [color=f49ac2]"An eagerness to learn is an admirable trait, and I'm not just saying that because I'm a teacher,"[/color] Catherine started.