Liddell quickly made her way to the cafeteria, retying her blonde twin tails as she walked. By the time she arrived, the lunchroom was filled with other students laughing with friends or waiting in line for their food. Scanning the crowd, she spotted Kitty sitting at a table with a group of other girls Liddell was casually acquainted with. Walking over, everyone welcomed the young witch warmly. Liddell gratefully sat down in the spot Kitty had saved for her and conversation resumed. The witch began eating a tuna sandwich Kitty offered as the other girls excitedly chattered.
"Did you hear about the new history teacher?" a sylph girl asked with an airy giggle as she flipped her weightless blue hair over her shoulder.
"Oooh, yeah! He's kinda cute," a succubus sporting twisting horns and a long tail replied.
Liddell rolled her eyes. Typical gossip.
"What about you, Liddell?" a green skinned elven girl asked, her gaze shifting to the young witch.
"U-umm..." Liddell stammered, a light blush dusting across her cheeks. "I guess he's cute... in a bloodsucking sort of way."
"What do you mean, Liddell?" Kitty asked, taking a sip from her carton of milk.
"C'mon, Kitty," Liddell began. "Think about it. Did you see those eyes? Not to mention his hair and skin. Totally a vampire."
"Oooh!" the demon girl cooed with a devious smirk. "Looks like someone's got her eye on the new teacher!"
"As if," Liddell scoffed, irritably averting her gaze.
"Does anybody know his name?" Kitty inquired, her ears perking in curiosity.
"Mr. L-something...?" the elf pondered, placing a finger to her chin as she tried to place the name herself.
"It's Loue," Liddell responded without thinking. "His name is Loue." Liddell's eyes widened as she realized what she had said. Where the hell had that come from? It had occurred so naturally to her, without even a moment's hesitation. Even though she had only met the man today she knew beyond a doubt that her guess had been right... But... how?
Her thoughts were interrupted by high pitched giggling. None of the girls seemed to notice Liddell's surprise.
"Well, well... Looks like you've gotten to know Mr. 'Loue' quite well! Don't get jealous Liddell, but if you ever get bored, make sure to send him my way!" the demon joked with a mischievous grin and a wink.
Embarrassed giggles were elicited from the other girls.
Unamused, Liddell took the last bite of her sandwich and stood up. "He's all yours," she replied to the succubus with a light hearted grin. Spinning on her heel, she walked out of the cafeteria. After turning a corner, she burst down the hall in a run, her rapid steps echoing on the tiles.
When she finally reached the classroom, she knew he wasn't there. The lights had been turned off and the door was locked. She considered waiting around for him, but decided against it when she realized fifth period would be starting soon. Sighing, Liddell turned on her heel and collided with another person. The witch gasped in surprise as they both fell to the floor. Rubbing her head with one hand, the witch smoothed out her miniskirt with the other.
She looked up with a glare and scrambled to her feet. A young-looking boy with brown rabbit ears picked himself up off the ground. He glowered at Liddell under a messily cropped green fringe, his clay-red eyes boring into the girl. Clutching something Liddell couldn't see, the boy used his free hand to dust off his gray sweater vest and one long sleeve of his dress shirt.
"I suggest you apologize," he spat out, looking down on the witch with disdain. "Is there simply not enough room in a hall for two people, or are you as blind as you are careless?"
"You'd better watch your mouth, rabbit boy, or I'll shove a carrot so far up your ass you'll be-" Liddell threatened, before she was cut off.
"First of all," he began, "I am a hare. And second of all, it was your fault for not looking around before making such abrupt movements. Honestly!" the boy shot back rudely with a huff.
"Why you little-!" Liddell began, before she was once again interrupted.
A small, squeaky voice was coming from the hare's palm. Uncupping his hands from around the object revealed a small brown mouse resting in the boy's grasp.
"Oh, look, you've gone and woken him up. My apologies, Sir Dormouse, if it wasn't for this disaster girl..."
"Disaster girl, disaster girl," the Dormouse chanted sleepily. Opening his eyes revealed toxic yellow irises.
"Who're you calling 'disaster girl', you snot-haired punk?!" Liddell demanded angrily.
Abruptly as he had woken up, the Dormouse drifted off to sleep and began to loudly snore.
The Hare laughed. "Oh Sir Dormouse, he cares not a wit! Ah well, I'll be seeing you around, miss Disaster Girl," he concluded with a smirk before walking down the hall.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Liddell began to shout, but the hare was already gone.
First a new teacher and now those weirdos, she thought, heading to class with an exasperated sigh. The day was only getting weirder and weirder.
