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Warden frowned as he watched the votes quickly gather and the majority vote for one over the other. It continued to build and he was sure that the other would when launching out of they did it with a real scale instead.

“You know looking back on this. I should have expected that this would have been the result. Guess I was being dumb. Okay so we are having some fun with this I can most certainly work with that I'm sure that all of you will as well. And by the end of it, Ichigo will as well.”

The bell for the next class rang, making the young man growl angrily. No matter how hard he tried to sense out any supernatural force nearby messing with him he just couldn't sense them.

“Damn it!” Ichigo cursed. She knew that if there was someone else here she would have felt them by now, but still wanted to cling to the hope that there was so she could leave class. There mere thought of skipping class for something when there wasn’t a confirmed threat was enough to make him bite his lips, even though it could be more important that he did.

“You know we did say that she was a model student but we never said how. I mean having brains is an obvious part of it and good behavior is as well,” Warden continued. “Still that doesn’t mean that the popularity is earned that way. Let’s take that model and go another step with it and ask what kind of model is she?”

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