It was once again an uneventful day in the Hive Academy, the witch settled in a book in the library. The atmosphere is less chaotic compared to the cafeteria. Her cat-like eyes followed the rows of words. She should be studying right now, but skipping out on it won't hurt her flawless grades. Her fingers trailed the cover of the book in patient circles. Jinx was so captured in this story that she almost didn't hear threats and yelling across the library.

"Wait, what?"

She lifted her eyes off the page she read to cast a gaze over her shoulder to the noise that echoed through the massive room. There was scene of other punks from this school surrounding its prey. Jinx couldn't see who they were bullying at the moment but there was this loud, squeaky, and obnoxious voice coming from within the crowd of boys. She didn't need anymore clues then that to guess who that voice belonged to.

"Give back my jet pack! You worthless crud-munchers!"

Gizmo.

Jinx simply stood straight up, walked over to the bullies, and bluntly slammed her book of literature shut. The sound of stacked pages made the walls shake as she applied enough force. The hive bullies jerked slightly as they turned around with a scowl. But that rage was short lived as their eyes laid upon the witch itself. They felt themselves grow smaller, and hearts turn to stone under her cold-dead gaze under those dark shades. She tilted her sunglasses further down her nose to reveal her cat-like eyes.

"Beat it."

Jinx demanded with glowing pink rage in her eyes. Without any more thought to it, they all scrambled out the exit. Also leaving behind Gizmos little gadget on the floor, but not unharmed. The invention was crushed, broken, and losing a few parts. It wasn't even a jet pack anymore.

Her eyes darted her back to Gizmo worriedly but finding herself jumping back at the sight of an enraged brat. The face he made was pure anger. Jinx expected some kind of outburst of swears and curses but nothing came out of his mouth. She worked her mouth but no words came out, it kinda surprised her.

Gizmo kneeled down to scoop up the ruins of his machine and stood still with his head hanging down. Jinx was puzzled at this point, not sure what to do. She never worked with kids before.

Her platform shoes dragged backwards slowly in retreat, but her movements stopped at once at the sound of a quiet sob. Then came the awkward silence. But jinx dared to speak up with a useless question.

"...are you crying?"

The kid's head shot up with a droopy look on his face that forced an angry glare.

"NO! Of course not, Pinky!"

After his little outburst he choked out a sob, causing him to stare back down at the floor. Jinx stared blankly at him, then kneeled down to his level.

"...are you crying over your broken toy or what they did to you?"

"What's it to you?! I know your faking it, lying-pink-bull-horns!"

"Now your just being creative with these names.."

Jinx sighed calmly, breathing helped blow out the rage within her that build from the name calling. This kid needed someone. As silence grew once more, she knew there's no need to for words but only comfort. As he continued to struggle to stop his constant sniffling, she gingerly reached her hand over to him.

(...I shouldn't be surprised..I mean...)

Gizmo seemed to twitched slightly at her hand that dropped on his bald head. Her touch felt firm but at the same time, it told him it was all over. His faint sobbing finally came to an end as he held her arm that she was using to comfort him.

(...he's just a kid...)

Jinx hand was removed with a rude shove of his hands and watched shocked as he jumped back up his feet. She heard the hard cover of the book landed harshly on the ground as she was taken by surprise. He scowled angrily at her, and ran for the exit!

"I don't need you baby-sitting me, Pinky! I can take care of myself!"

But He stopped in his tracks right in front of the steel doors that opened up for him. Jinx eyes were fixed on him, and grinned at his obvious red ears.

"...but..thanks anyways.."

Then off he went, disappearing after the metal doors closed. The witch didn't know the brat had manners, it impressed her. But just because Gizmo was thankful doesn't mean they were friends or teammates yet. If she could be more of a big sister to him, maybe they could be closer.

"Until we meet again.."

Two days later, all is swell today for Jinx and things seem to be looking up for her. Seemore has been hanging around her more frequently, they get along very well. The academy has already caught wind of this, the cyclops says that he's been treated with a lot more respect. Jinx had to admit being popular is damn good, no one would dare to mess with her in anyway.

She smiled delightfully to herself as all eyes were glued to her while walking down the halls. Jinx had pep in her step, admitting she was in a good mood. Although despite the joyful day, her struggles were still there right behind her. She gets the stink eye from the mighty Mammoth, and has been chasing off Gizmo's bullies when ever she catches them plotting to bug him again. How did she know? It's just a struck of bad luck for them