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Fantasia and Annabella
Annabella strode into the dance studio, not bothering to knock. "Madame?" she called out, stopping by the giant trifold that blocked the teacher's desk.
"Yes?" Fantasia's voice answered, before the teacher stepped carefully around the trifold and went to greet her student. "Do you need anything?"
"Well..." Annabella shifted uncomfortably. "I don't mean to sound rude, or nosy, or anything, but how old exactly are you?"
Fantasia looked taken aback at this, but shrugged. "23... my 24th birthday is in a few weeks. Why?"
"It's just... you look like you're 16 or something similar. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have asked, but I was incredibly confused."
Fantasia hadn't bothered to look at herself properly in a mirror for the last 7 years. "Well, I always knew I was short, but this is surprising," she remarked. "Don't worry about it, Annabella. I'm not as image-conscious as most women are."
Annabella gave a relieved nod, before hurrying out of the classroom, face burning.
~*~*~
You look like you're 16, Fantasia thought to herself. That was strange, to say the least. The teacher absentmindedly scribbled down a few notes on a rough draft of a report card, before pausing. "That explains Nyx," she murmured, suddenly remembering the womanizer student who'd graduated last year. "I should be glad, I guess, that I don't look my age. Still..."
Random bit of writing that I churn out when I decide to procrastinate on my homework.