Marie flashed Koshiro a devilish grin, noticing how uneasy he seemed to feel. It seemed she had done just as planned, made the boy wary around her. She listened as he explained the lesson, giving a curt nod. "That sounds extremely easy. I can do that." She was fixing to say more when she heard a seat scrape back, and a male voice call that he was departing. It seemed she was not the only one who did not want to be here. Though, it was odd that the teacher was just about to let him leave. Thoughts on that subject fled when she heard footsteps behind her, and a boy appeared at her side. He seemed to be quite anxious, but he did a neat little bow that actually made her feel sorry for him. He seemed to polite to fit in with a class full of trouble makers. She wondered what had caused him to get sent to this room, especially if he was a transfer student. He must have done something really messed up, but as she scrounged her mind for ideas, nothing seemed plausible. She raised a slim finger, tapping a long crimson fingernail on her bottom lip.
"Hmm.. I think this will be an interesting year." She mused to herself. Her eyes switched back to Koshiro, and she winked. She loved keeping people on their toes, and it made her giddy when people didn't know what to expect from her. It kept them from making assumptions. "So, is the teacher hot?" She asked, attempting to peak by him again. Though most people would find that question inappropriate, Marie didn't waste time on only saying what made others feel comfortable around her. The finger tapping on her lip ceased movement, and she rested her arms back by her sides. At that moment, she noticed a boy walking up to the door. It was probably the one who had mentioned leaving earlier. She held up her palm in a stop gesture, smirking. "Now, where are you goin', hot stuff? I thought we all had class." Her tone was one of innocence, though anyone could hear the venom dripping with each word. Her tone of voice and how she spoke were quite contrasting, for as soft and melodious as her tone was, each word seemed to be drenched in hatred.