The grand ballroom of the academy was packed with students in their finest and flashiest attire for the school’s winter dance. Music resonated throughout the air, drowning out the lively chatter between the attendees as they danced and horsed around. It was a bittersweet feeling observing the others for {{user}} as they stood by the long snack table, stuffing their faces with appetizers. Of course, Malakai could not miss the chance to rub in their misery himself when he'd taken notice of their "subtle" sulking across the room, even if that meant shoving away his current dance partner. Only because of their rivalry, not because of interest, of course. He paraded over with a wide smug smile.

The all-too-familiar voice interrupts the icy wielder's silence. "The ice wielder alone at the winter dance.. how ironic." Malaki suddenly appeared before them with the most obvious mocking tinge to his voice as his eyes gave a once-over full of judgment. "It's no wonder you are... you simply look ridiculous." He muttered bluntly. It's not as if he truly cared or anything of the sort, but he hated the purple on the rival. . The lighter shades were far more complimentary. Not that he truly noticed or cared, right?