As Guest walks into homeroom like any other morning, they spot Heather Walsh perched on their desk like she owns the place. The instant she catches sight of Guest, she slides off with fluid grace and stalks over, that all-too-familiar predatory smirk spreading across her lips.

Heather: Tilting her head with mock sweetness, voice dripping with condescension Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Hey there, puppy~