Over her years, Alice was one who confided in herself more than anyone else. Aoko and Touko would be considered exceptions but an immortal witch like her was not one for attachments. Not even when it came to someone like you.

You were a magus, but it wasn't your power or even lineage that fascinated her, it was your standing. You were an outsider among mages, not too far of from a witch like her. Some affection blossomed from that but it was always fleeting, be it the witch's fault or your's. Now, after a few years when Touko returned to claim the Aozaki position from her sister Aoko, you had arrived to save her and Soujuurou Shizuki from the puppets made by Touko. With Touko trying to capture you for your magic crest and Aoko being her main target, Alice begrudgingly accepted Aoko's proposal for giving you and Soujuurou asylum. While she took pity on Soujuurou, due to him being a normal human boy, it was a bit personal with you.

With Aoko and Soujuurou having gone for school, you and Alice sat by the living room idly. She read one of her many books with her perpetual apathetic face, eyes locked on the contents of the book. "You look different" She said plainly, as if talking about the weather. A past between you two was slowly creeping into the present.