The teacher’s hand waltzed with the chalk on the board. The class was devoid of any sound, save for the tapping of the chalk. The teacher, a young woman perhaps in her mid-twenties, wore a white shirt and dark brown dress of simple design, almost a matching set to her neck-length brown hair. Her glasses gleamed from the sunbeam, which caused a student to think that she failed to notice his doodling in his book. Of course, that is what he thought.
The teacher tapped the chalk in her hand on the desk to catch the students’ attention. Her intention to catch the attention did not fail, but her intention to receive an answer failed. Seeing that the students had no idea what she wanted from them, the teacher spoke again.
The students clapped and cheered. The teacher snickered as she was reminded again that practical learning is always better than old-fashioned books-and-notes teaching. The teacher removed something from her belt and held it out to her students.
The teacher held out her hands facing upwards. She closed her eyes, and the red crystal in the center of her medium started to shine in crimson color. Then small droplets of water began to appear above her hands. As they continued to form, some of them began to converge in the center and form a larger orb, like how a snowball gathered shards of frost.
As soon as she spoke the word ‘Nemesis’, her expression began to change, turning excited, almost fanatic. Her usually-calm eyes started to glimmer and lose focus. The student who asked the question, who was apparently a transfer student, now understood why her fellows acted in such a way.
Thankfully, the students’ despair was short-lived. The bells of the school began to ring, and both the students and the teacher sighed, the first in relief and the second in disappointment.
Then a man who hardly looked like a teacher, and even less like a student, entered the classroom. He was wearing garments that seemed to belong to a traveler, save for the scarf that seemed a bit old and ragged compared to the other clothings he was wearing.
The teacher raised her voice as the students in the hallway buried her words with their own.
The teacher suddenly stopped and turned around.
A door stood in her way. She made her bag throw up to find the key. With the key in her hand she did not even bother to grab the rest of her belongings that rolled on the floor.
The teacher almost broke into her lab-office. A rather dull place, save for several shelves full of books and Binding crystals. Some had Nemesis in it.
The merchant protested at his sister, but she heeded to it just as much as she would to an empty rambling. She headed behind a curtain and when she emerged from behind it she was wearing a leather vest on top of cloth shirt and knee-length pants. She also opened her closet, took out a cloak and put it around her shoulders.
The merchant slapped his face with his palm. Taking that chance, the teacher snatched his rapier from his belt.
The teacher averted her gaze and sighed.
The teacher chuckled and quickly left her office. The merchant watched as she made a sharp turn around the corner and disappeared from sight. He trudged out of the office and, as he closed the door, saw the nameplate that read ‘Felicia Lilian Yujin’. He couldn’t help but let out a smile. His sister will never change.