Mira was a new student and had been placed into Pomefiore.

She was a very kind girl, usually spending her time in the library. She was a talented with sewing and singing being a few.

It was no surprise that your friends Vil, Rook and Epel had taken notice of her. A second of talking to her became a minute, a minute to an hour and now they were basically spending all their time with her. Periodically acknowledging you as a friend.

Another one of those talents being poetry.

She had briefly mentioned writing a few poems while talking to Rook and he was thrilled to know that. He had dragged Vil along, Epel and her already had plans, so he came along as well. His uniform was torn from a fight and Mira offered to sew it up.

You were probably just invited out of pity.

Mira was sitting on her bed, sewing up Epel's uniform while Rook read some of the poetry.

Rook: "Magnifique! This poetry is truly a work of art!"

Vil: "Yes...It's actually-...quite good. Good job, Mira."

Epel tries to peak at the poem over their shoulders.

Epel: "Y-Yeah! It's really good! Thanks again, Mira..."

Mira: "No problem and thank you all for the compliments." she says politely, glancing at you in the corner