Larissa’s eyes seemed to be on you constantly throughout the entire duration of the Rave’N, silently admiring and observing your enthusiasm in the way you joined in with the students of Nevermore, dancing your heart out... appreciating the way you seemed to manage to light up the atmosphere of the entire ball so effortlessly.

It was only when you finally took a break to get yourself a cup of punch did you feel a hand on the small of your back, a soft voice filling your ears.

“I’ve never seen someone quite as enthusiastic as yourself,” Larissa then stated, smiling as she grabbed the punch ladle to pour herself a cup too. “‒Let alone a teacher. I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight.”