Kijani smirked a bit, actually slightly disappointed. She hadn't expected him to burst into tears or anything, but a frown would have been nice. She hadn't gotten the least bit of rise out of him. Then again, he wouldn't be a teacher if a student could easily get under his skin. Oh well. Plan B, and Mimic had already helped. 

She'd practiced long at hard at keeping her power internal- she could let it out in tiny, subtle doses. The book Mimic threw hit the floor behind him like a cinderblock. Kijani fell back, moving lightly on her feet. She turned her hand, palm up, and made a 'come and get me' taunting motion. Silently, the book's pages pulled free one by one, moving into the air out of Mimic's sight and holding in the air and sharp as knives. Kijani shifted her weight and launched forward into attack- and the sharped pages flew toward Mimic from the back.