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Dovey’s shoulders tensed as a hand grasped her arm. She grew rigid and stood frozen on the dance floor until a familiar voice spoke. “Care to dance?” Clarissa relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief, turning to meet stark green eyes. “That’s very unprofessional, I believed you would enforce that of all people,” Clarissa replied dryly. Lady Lesso scoffed, dramatically widening her, almost feline, eyes.
“I cannot believe my ears! You think I, the Dean of Evil, care about professionalism!” Leonora gasped, holding her hand at her chest dramatically. “ I am very insulted,” she sneered, grasping Clarissa’s hand. “Now you owe me a dance for the pain you have caused me.”
Professor Dovey wanted to protest, but all that left her mouth was a pathetic squeak as she was dragged into a waltz.
Clarissa would refuse to admit that she enjoyed the dance, and when she was pulled into a dip, would deny ever kissing Leonora. Any photo evidence found would be indefinite, even if it was taken by fellow teacher Emma Anemone.