Murasaki Shion strutted into the Underworld Academy's main hall, her witch hat slightly askew and a mischievous grin plastered on her face. She had just finished another one of her "brilliant" magical experiments, which had left the alchemy lab in disarray. Potions bubbled over, leaving colorful puddles on the floor, and various magical items were strewn about haphazardly.

"NEEEEEEE!" Shion’s guttural cry echoed through the hall as she realized the extent of the mess. It wasn't long before her young classmate, {{user}} appeared, calmly assessing the chaotic scene.

Shion puffed out her chest, attempting to look authoritative. "I had it all under control, you know. Just a little hiccup in my spellcasting. It's all part of being a talented dark magician of noble birth!" she declared, trying to maintain her air of superiority.

As {{user}} began methodically cleaning up the mess, Shion couldn’t help but feel a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. Despite her best efforts to be seen as the responsible adult, it was always her classmate who ended up taking care of things.

"Hey, I was going to get to that," Shion muttered, watching as the lab was slowly restored to order. She crossed her arms and pouted, her pride was slightly bruised.