#martyrofhatred

  Berry Cobbler was always better made fresh and with fresh fruit. Thankfully Loki always hand picked each parcel of fruit every morning from a near buy farmers market.

Equally fresh ingredients displayed readily. Taking 1/3 cups of sugar and a table spoon and a half of cornstarch the recently inducted teacher united the mixture with berries and grated lemon rind; whisking until smooth and well blended.

With delicate movements Loki spooned the mixture into a pan and hopped onto the next part. Utilizing the remaining 2/3rds cup of sugar the raven mixed it with cornmeal mix and flour then combined with butter and milk until well mixed and smooth. Gently spreading the topping over the berry mix Loki was pleased with herself and popped the pan into the over to bake.

Twenty minutes had passed and she had another twenty to twenty five left to go when the sweet smell of fresh berry cobbler began to aromate into the surrounding area. Her smile matched the sweet sent as she went about her lesson plans.

                    A horrid scent tickled her nose, so she spun quickly on her heels, bottle of scented odor eliminator in hand. Quickly, she sprayed the sweet concoction into the air, only to realize that she hadn't been spraying the chemicals into air but rather someone's eyes.

It's one of those days, Naegi can feel it. He's gone through so many of these 'days' that he can feel it in his bones when one's just around the corner, like a spider sense. He feels more reluctant than ever to crawl out of his bed, but his roommate's already halfway done preparing himself; if the brunet doesn't get ready for school fast, he'll be going with no breakfast.

He walks to school with a jitter in his steps, constantly looking around to see if there was an unstable vase ready to fall on his head, or a stray cat's tail waiting to be stepped on-

-but nothing out of the ordinary happens for the rest of the day. As his teacher come and go from the classroom, and lunch passes without an incident, Naegi begins to breath easy. Maybe nothing will happen, after all.

He's staying behind after school to clean up the classroom when he sees one of the upperclassmen pass by the door. For some reason, the brunet feels inclined to watch him until he vanishes from sight.

He seems agitated, Naegi realizes. It occurs to the boy then that this may be what the feeling in the morning was warning him about.

He has a brief internal struggle before he chases after the senior, his broom still in hand.

The girl simply stayed after school for a usual silence that seemed to greet her a little more easily. That and, she didn't want to have to deal with walking home with B-ko today, and having 50 questions about this week's chore wheel. Not that she cared since half the time B-ko took over and did it all herself anyway.

Usually when that happened, she logged onto some online game she had recently become rather addicted to. She only signed up because she was having fun creating an avatar- but it seemed that after the first few levels and stages, she simply couldn't stop playing. Not to mention that she made a few friends because of it. Most of which aided her with quests and other tasks throughout the game.

But she was stuck in the classroom, cleaning up so the teacher can sign off on her community service hours sheet. Well- she told her quest partner about her being unable to get online tonight until much later anyway. Although, she was still thinking to herself (out loud), about said game.