Asika's realization, how deep in is she?

Kid came into the class and took his usual seat. Asika was already there, tapping her pen on the desk. Kid thought about what his father had told him the night before. About how there was going to be a dance in honor of the schools anniversary. And Kid was hoping to maybe dance with Asika. That's why he turned to her and brought it up.

"You know, the schools anniversary is coming up." He said, placing his notebook on the desk

"Really?" she asked. He nodded

"And," he continued, "My father is planning on throwing a party to celebrate. Do you think you'll go? I mean… if he does."

"Uh… yeah, probably." She shrugged, "I love going to those kinds of things. You know, getting dressed up, fancy food, dancing, and music. I don't know." She sighed, "I haven't been to a school party in a long time."

"Your old school threw parties?" Kid was surprised, though he knew he shouldn't have been. He had never heard anything about her old school. He supposed that it was wrong to assume she didn't go to school before going to DWMA like him. But what was he supposed to think?

"Yeah, just simple dances though. There was rarely anything too fancy, though." She shrugged again, "I guess the only really fancy dance was for graduation." She thought about what the dance would look like. Kid was probably going to go, seeing as it's the anniversary of his fathers' school. She rested her chin on her hand, wondering what he would wear. He was always dressed so formal in the first place. "Any idea when it's gunna be?"

Kid shrugged, "In about a week or so." He glanced at her as she continued writing something down. He swallowed hard; slightly afraid of what her reaction to what he was about to say would be. The last thing he wanted to do was make her mad. "Asika?" her head snapped up, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Your mother, she's a witch?" Asika nodded suspiciously. Why was he asking about her mother? Didn't he already know a lot? And he never seemed particularly interested in the fact that her mother was a witch. "Did she… ever meet Medusa."

Oh… of course. Asika slumped over slightly without even realizing it. When she heard Medusa had a plan to, well… kill everyone at the DWMA. She couldn't blame Kid for being curious. After all, if I had a friend whose mother was a witch, I would want to ask. Though, she had to admire Kid's courage. She would never be able to ask a question like that. But she was happy he asked a question of a topic that was assumed to be sensitive. Clearly, he trusted her much more than when they first met.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Kid blushed, feeling terrible. Asika had been silent for quite awhile, longer than she realized.

"No, no, it's ok. I was just…" she sighed, "Thinking. Anyway, uh, yeah I… I think."

"Did she… know her well?" Kid moved his chair closer to her, seeing her expression.

"No, it's just that… they met just once. And mother never really was fond of her, so she didn't bother to be particularly ni- oh shit." Asika rested her head on her desk

"What?" Kid put his arm around her shoulder

"Well, my mother is like me in the way that if we don't… particularly like someone we don't even bother being, say, polite."

"Did she… did she say something to her?"

"She… she told Medusa to fuck off and leave her family alone." Kid sighed. Asika was right to be scared. He would have been too.

"What happened to make her say that?" Asika bit her lip

"She tried to get my mother to join her and when she said no she threatened me and my father."

"That's bad. You think she'll try and come after you?"

"Maybe, after all I'm in the academy."