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A frosty eyebrow arched upwards, eyes rendered bloodshot from poor sleep and a fondness for intent staring at a cork board in a dimly lit room. Willow was, as ever, a nexus of chaos and whimsy that shifted like a leaf in a monsoon. She could be a supportive comrade one moment and in the next was setting one up for a prat fall to amuse herself. 

For someone like Roche who ached for a sense of control over her life and was circling the drain from failing to maintain even the barest grasp upon it, an outsider would think Willow was the bane of her existence. They would miss the simple fact that a being of pure chaos and self interest was, above all; Utterly Predictable. 

She had never disappointed Roche, because Roche knew well that pinning any expectation but pursuit of personal gratification was a fool’s errand. 

Turning from her club work fully she replied to Willow’s typical ramblings with a snort and scarfed down another clump of rice. [color=orange]”Suki can be someone else’s little angel. I want someone who isn’t going to bring home a gaggle of drugged women off the street to spice things up.”[/color] 

[color=orange][i]Though if Shuuko is now three separate people it might make dates crowded.[/i][/color] While Hotaru had been semi-informative, Roche was scrambling to image what this meant for herself and Sylvia, especially when she had no idea what she looked like. Was she even at school or did she call out? Was she in the room already?

Her gaze snapped from Suki and Haruna being disturbingly close to the public flaring of magic, a phantom flicker of horns and gauntlets as a girl she belatedly recognized was standing over another table that already had Hotaru. [color=orange]”Fantastic. Shatterscape is one third snitch. She even saw me-”[/color]

Remembering current company she crammed her mouth with food, silencing herself as she engaged fully with trying to empty a bento as though it was nothing more than a slice of buttered toast. Carb loading was all about gusto and technique, something she had in spades, leaving her free to tuck away the papers in her blazer and stand up. 

[color=orange]”Willow, have you noticed a third girl who has magic that feels similar to those two?”[/color] She asked, pointing towards Ember and Hotaru.