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“ Doesn't mean you gotta be a killjoy, ”

Cynthy pouts. “ Understandable. You're way too serious, sabrina, ”

“ Aw, you Hecates and the hexing. Makes me wonder, ” she says in an obnoxiously sad voice. “ do you give it only to the special ones? ”

Cynthy looks up from her book. “ We have to write a book report, don't we? So why not read a book, darling, ” she says, leaning in closer.

“ Aw, but he looks thirsty, ” she lightly snickered, twirling a lock of finger in her hair.

Sitting on top of the desk with her legs cross, Cynthy tilts her head at the girl. “ Can't a girl make comments, ”

Cynthy smirks back as the girl sits down, deciding to have a little fun with Sabrina. “ See that guy? ” she points to a guy.

Being the girl she was, Cynthy leans over Arden's textbook, examining it. “ Then you have a problem, sweetheart, ” she smirked.

Cynthy opened up a book about ancient greek paintings, examining it closely. “ So this is how the gods took nudes... ” she mumbles, flipping to another page.

Cynthy allowed herself to be pulled on the dance floor, smirking. “Sugarplum, you sure you know how to really dance,” the Eros kid smirked as a Madonna song came on, deciding to mess with the pure, innocent soul.

Cynthy was frowning, the dance being as boring to her as it usually did. As usually, she didn't have a date, because that just wasn't her thing. Looking at Rex, she couldn't help but smirk, “You're cute, but I'll just enjoy the show,”

Cynthy peered down through the window of Dorm 21. In the campus grounds below, students were squeezing into limos, giggling and chatting excitedly at the coming event, the Demi Dance. Of course, when you get caught making out in a broom closet more than once (three times, to be exact) the Professors don't exactly trust you to go off school grounds without a supervisor. “I'm not in the mood to suck your face off,” the eros child says in a light but slightly irritated tone.