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[color=gray]Karen's eye twitched at once again being disturbed. This was fourth time today, possibly fifth if she counted what happened in the classroom. That was five too many for her. With barely a moments thought, Karen moved herself closer to Navarre, and took hold of his collar with her hands. She stared him in the eyes, hers only displaying animosity and hatred, then slowly both her uniform and Navarre's started smoking as she started turning up the heat inside her, marginally increasing how hot she felt. She was like an open flame, but without the burns afterwards, and slowly she worked her way up towards feeling like a furnace. Even others from some metres away would possibly start sweating. She continued staring at him for a few more moments to let it sink in. She wanted him to know that she was to be feared. Talking to her, like that at least, was a death wish. She never enjoyed arrogance, and this boy stunk of it. Reeked off of him like a pungent cologne. She ground her teeth together, and pushed him back with slight force, satisfied that her point had gone across. Navarre's shirt would feel like it was just ironed, and would somewhat stick to his skin for at least a minute or two. She inhaled slowly, then went to move past Navarre, her temperature returning to normal, as did the temperature around her. 
[color=red]"Consider yourself forgiven. I wouldn't talk to me again."[/color]

And with that, she walked away, back towards the dorms. She had enough of today. The next time somebody bothered her, they would NOT come out of it unscathed like the others did.[/color]