As Mel concluded her business with Ed and returned to the dormitory room in her usual pink dress, Lila was buried once again in her studies.
A prideful smile spread across her face. Tomes were clustered on the wooden desk, and Lila's writing hand never paused in its steady note-taking.
She sneaked behind her again, before her arms wrapped around her Lila gently. "Not even changing out of your uniform?"
The Witch of Envy flinched slightly, then instinctively nuzzled her cheek against Mel's arm.
She could feel how smooth and silky Mel's sleeveless arm felt, almost too doting.
Nodding, she muttered sleepily. "Hm. I don't have time to waste."
The Witch of Envy eyed the envelopes and basket of fruits settled beside her, frowning a little.
Then her nose twitched at another strange scent, one less wild than the one clinging to the blonde stuck with them.
That lingering scent confirmed it: her Mel had played with another woman again.
