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Miffy was sitting casually on the bottom step of the stairs that led up, out of the atrium and to the upper floors of the school. She wasn't sitting so people would have to walk around her, no - not that that was the case, as it was break and no one was moving to class - she was sitting there in hopes of finding someone, anyone, that she could bother. Well, not bother, persay. Miffy did not 'bother' people; she made them feel good by acknowledging their presence and whatnot. Anyone who was anyone knew who she was anyway so it wasn't like she was being an egotistical bitch. No, it was far from that. She was being realistic. No reason to be modest when everyone knew it to be fact.

She was a queen bee.

Perhaps not the queen bee, as she didn't fiddle with titles when it came to her and her friendship with Ellie - a fellow Senior and Miffy's best friend - there was no hierarchy between them. However, Ellie must've been off studying or doing something in her Ellie-fashion because she wasn't on the steps with Miffy that afternoon. Which lead back to why Miffy was alone. She had plenty of friends (she had counted, mind you, after that conversation with Kit) and sure, it was odd to see her without her posse, but she was still a force to be reckon with alone. Someone to be feared. Like a lion.

Crossing her thin legs, she bounced one and shifted a tad so her bum was comfortable. "Oy." She called to the person nearest, blue eyes lighting up in that coy Miffy-manner that would frighten any art nerd to the bone, "You." And the girl curled her index finger inward in a beckoning motion. Victim sighted.

Victory.

A curt smile spread across her lip-glossed lips as the boy she'd beckoned stopped and turned to her. He seemed utterly frightened, the poor dear. His question of 'me?' had her giving a little pout and a small nod. Obviously he was a bit of an idiot, too. Blue eyes lit up in pure amusement as he asked he if there was anything she needed. Curious. "Well, a nice bath, and my chocolate chip mocha smoothy would be nice, but don't worry darling, you don't need to fetch that." It was Miffy's way of joking around - clearly he was no good at it.

Getting onto her initial reason for beckonging the boy she crossed her legs, "Why don't I know you?" Asked the girl before patting the empty part of the stair beside her in an invitation for the stranger to sit. If she was going to make him feel awkward why not do it the best way she knew how? Offering the boy to share space in Miffy Law's personal bubble. Ooh.

"I'm Miffy Law, Senior. You... look too young to be a Senior, but too old to be a Freshman. Am I right?" The questioned sounded a bit threatening - as if if he were to answer that she was wrong she'd cut his throat or something. Miffy? Cut throats? Never literally.