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Claymore~

Switchblade’s voice resonates in your head. You turn to glare at her. She’s still focused on her test, eyes down at the paper. A smirk plays across her lips.

Turn around, Little Hero, wouldn’t want the old hag to think you’re cheating, would you?

You growl under your breath and keep working on the test.
C
B
A
C
C-
Claymore~!
You’re thinking too loudly, Little Hero, I’m getting all the answers.

Please do us both a favor and shut up, Kaa.

Claaaaaaaaymore, that’s not nice!

Shut up, Kaa.

What was the answer to number 23?

“For the love of the Handmaid, Kaa, shut the hell up!”

32 pairs of eyes look up from their tests to stare at you. Switchblade chuckles. Mrs. Evans does not seem as amused.

“Would you like to explain yourself, Miss Delacruz?”

Her voice is almost as icy as her heart. You cringe and look back down at your paper.

“No ma’am,” you mumble.

Kaa pipes up from behind you.

“I’m sorry, It was my fault. But everyone should just go back to their tests, alright~?”

Mrs. Evans seems pacified. 30 pairs of eyes turn back to their tests. One of the remaining pairs is Kaa’s. You can feel the look she’s giving you, a triumphant smirk. She got you into trouble and out of it, both with her powers.

The other pair belongs to… Petunia? The flower girl, regardless. She’s looking at you with wide, curious eyes. You turn back to your paper, face flaming.

Her name is Tulip.

I swear to God, Switchblade
You are not going to survive the winter

Ok but you have to admit she’s kinda cute right

SHUT UP

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“How will I find you again?”

You’re staring into worried green eyes. Tulip hasn’t let go of your hand.

“What do you mean?”

The girl’s bottom lip trembles. It’s clear she’s about to cry.

“I was finally able to get this close, and now I’m going to lose you again… It’ll be like some cliche subplot and you’ll forget about me.”

You are momentarily stunned. She couldn’t actually believe that, could she? But when you look into those watery green eyes, you see that yes, she truly does.

“You’ll be able to find me,” you hear yourself saying, “You’re so very smart, dulzura…”

“But what if I can’t?”

You sigh, fishing in your pocket for your handkerchief. You dry her tears with it, then press it into her hand.

“You will. Just look for the forgotten queen.”

“The forgotten queen?”

You nod.

“You’ll know her when you see her, love.”

“But-!”

You silence her with a kiss, then turn away, cheeks bright red. Not like it’s visible in the darkness anyway.

“I trust you.”

With that, you disappear into the night.

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On Monday, you ask Kaa for a tissue. She doesn’t give you one.

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On Tuesday, there’s a single tulip laying on your desk, with a note that reads:
God save the queen.