[center][h2]Alicia[/h2][/center]

“Hand over your money, right now!”

“W-what?”

“Don't fuck around with me, you little whelp! Hand me over your wallet, right now!”

Such was the scene that ensued at the front of the school on one fine afternoon. A third year--his name wasn't important for the occasion--was towering over a first year that was just going to go home after doing his cleaning duty. As you might have imagined, the third year was a bully, and he was mugging the first year for his money.

It wasn't that unique of a scene. Bullies were many in the school unfortunately.

The first year--his name was Charles--realized that he was not going to get away from this without a fight. So he activated his electric power and gave a shock to the bigger boy.

Only to find out that his opponent's skin was now made out of rocks.

With a huge grin, the bully said, “Your power won't work against me, pretty boy! Now, hand me over your money! I know you rich folks always bring lots of money with you!”

Charles wasn't a brave man. In fact, he was quite a timid one. He looked somewhat girlish in fact, with his bright blue eyes, blond hair, and his youthful face. 

Thus, he did as he was told, going over to his pocket to get out his wallet.

“Hmm? What's going on here, I wonder?”

From the building came Alicia in her school uniform, a light brown blazer over a white shirt with short plaid brown skirt and black stockings. Her bag was slung over her body and her cat was perched on her right shoulder.

“Hmm? What's this? Is this a mugging I see?” she said with her trademark amused smile.

“Y-you're the… the witch!” the bully said, fear rapidly filling his voice and expression at the same time.

“I...I-I'm sorry!”

The bully immediately ran as if he was afraid for his life.

“T-thank you!” Charles said with relief.

“Oh? A freshman, aren't you?”

Without warning, Alicia suddenly moved her right hand to his cheeks, touching and caressing it as she looked deeply at the boy's face.

“S-senpai?” Charles stuttered, blush creeping in to his white cherks.

“Well you're a cute one,” she said with a smile. “I've decided. You're going to be Anthony's replacement. He's getting boring these days.”

Her cat leaped to his right arm and scratched it, getting some of his blood on her claws. He yelped in pain while backing off, pressing his wound with the other hand.

“See you tomorrow,” Alicia waved as she walked past him.

“W-what was that all about?” Charles stood dumbfounded.

When the next morning came, Charles was all over Alicia. Another confession right in the middle of the class with him barging in without even asking for permission.

As for Alicia's former lover, he woke up from his love-induced slumber, never knowing why in the world he was dating her.

The witch had claimed her new victim.