Two unlikely heroes, united. (Jt and Ema.) (Hazel and Clay.)

Clayton smiled at those simple words. "Y-You wouldn't have a weapon, would you...? My w-weapon form is a little tricky, but s-someone like you might be able to use it..." He said, hoping to persuade her somehow. Wait? What was he thinking?!? Did he just ask a witch to be his meister??? The other students would kill him! What was he thinking?!? It was too late now... If she said yes he'd stick by his word. He would be the weapon of a witch...

Hazel turned to him, her mouth dropping.

Hazel: Wait, did you. . . I. . . Uh, I never actually thought I would get this far. If you are sure you want to be partners, then yes. So, how come your weapon form is so tricky, then?

Clayton smiled, then took a breath. "Well... It's more like forms... I'm not entierly sure about limits but... I can turn into almost any weapon... The drawback being I'm never sure of what..." He said, taking a second look at the walls. Well that settles it... My meister is a witch... A female witch at that... It wasn't what he had expected, but it would be better than nothing.

Hazel: You mean that you are the equivalent to a weapon Russian Roulette? Well, I can live with this. Glad to have you as a partner, Clay.

She stuck out her hand, waiting for a hand shake.

Clayton looked at the hand, nervously taking it and letting out another small squeak. "Y-you too... Hazel..." He said, glancing out the ground and letting the red wash over his face again. He let his blonde hair cover his actions.

Hazel's face grew a bit more serious, and he sat on the table in front of him.

Hazel: Okay, I can see you're not comfortable talking with girls. We need to be able to talk to each other without much awkwardness. Or squeaking, I don't want squeaking. Now, how to stop this awkwardness?

"I-I'm sorry... I just... Can't talk to girls that well..." Clay replied, looking at Hazel lightly. "I don't know h-how to fix it..." He added, putting a hand to the back of his neck with an awkward look of self disgust.

Hazel: Ah. So, if I say that you should imagine me as a boy, will that help you at all?

She rested her elbows on her knees, then rested her head on her hands.

Clayton sighed. "Probably not... It might just make it hard to talk to guys too..." He said, imagining a what Hazel would be like as a guy, his blush returning to his face. "U-uh-uh... I... No..." He stuttered, trying to wipe the mental image from his mind, only making it worse.

Hazel: Ah, I know.

She pulled out her ripped dress and then pulled a bag out. Digging in the bag, a 8 ball emerged in her hands.

Hazel: This is a magic 8 ball my mom gave me. It will tell us the best way to unite our relationship. Or to do bad stuff. I had a cousin mess with it, it's not fun.

Clayton's face looked like a tomato at this point. "R-relationship...? I... Uh... What...?" He asked, obviously misunderstanding. "Y-your pretty and all... But I just met you... And..." Clayton let out a squeak and looked at the ground in shame. He felt like he was being rude.

Hazel:*Blushes* Not that kind of relationship, Clay. Now, magic 8 ball, you know what to do.

What followed was Hazel being electrocuted for about 5 seconds, creating a huge light display in the room. She blinked two times, then fell on the ground.

Clayton's face instantly went from embarassed to worried. "Hazel...? Hazel are you ok?" He asked, running over to the downed witch. What happened...? Was that normal...? He wondered, an odd sense of worry filling his head.

Hazel: I'm fine, I think. . . Uh, what just happened? And what smells so good right now?

Hazel was sniffing the air, not remembering the previous event while trying to find the delicious smell in the air.