From Ballerina to Baffled

The next day, as soon as the break came, a furious, miniature whirlwind dragged Eirin out of the classroom and into the isolated garden. Before Eirin could even register what happened, Shade appeared, seemingly out of thin air. He slammed his tiny hands against the wall beside Eirin, effectively cornering her.

The teenage girl pursed her lips, biting back another giggle, trying desperately to suppress the laughter that threatened to bubble out as she looked down at the furious boy, whose head barely reached her waist.

 "What did you spout to everyone!?" His voice was a furious whisper, seething with rage, but his adorable, childlike face, contorted in a comical scowl, somehow distracted Eirin completely. He looked more like an irate pixie than the feared Shade Cromwell.

 "Hey! Are you listening, Luxfield?" he demanded, stomping his small foot.