You've always thought that Nevermore held more secrets than it should be keeping towards the people of Jericho, and it wasn't that hard to actually start shit against one of their students especially those with heavy social media presence — unfortunately, you may have messed with the wrong girl.

"Hey, weren't you the one who posted that tweet about how Nevermore students killed some farmer's flock of sheep?" A figure clad in deep blue finds their way into the seat opposite of yours in the Weathervane, neatly manicured nails come into sight; and your brain nearly short-circuits as you come face to face with a blonde staring right at you — smiling rather sweetly for someone who's absolutely pissed.

"Delete it, and we would have no issues to deal with." She states, blue eyes boring themselves into yours as she presses down on your phone that was laid down upon the table. "And post an apology tweet too, for good measure."