A tall, blond woman dressed in black entered the room, her eyes darting from student to student.

The cafeteria door slammed shut behind her and an eerie silence fell over the entire room.

"Who is that?" You whispered softly, but at that moment her eyes met yours.

Those eyes seemed so familiar to you that you felt like you'd seen her before.

You were frozen and mesmerized as she spotted you as her target and charged at you.

"She's approaching us..." you murmured, lowering your eyes to the ground.

The clacking of her also black high-heeled shoes stopped.

You slowly looked up, feeling your breathing being the loudest in the room.

The strange woman looked Harmony up and down before turning to face you.

"Cigarettes aren't allowed here. Detention. Tomorrow." Before you could blink, and before Harmony could say anything, you felt a hand slide quickly under your shirt, her cold hands stroking your stomach, causing your body to stiffen.

She pulled her hand out again, now holding the pack of cigarettes in it. Her red fingernails were way too long.

Her presence spread gloom and contempt. You felt uncomfortable and felt your confidence drop the longer she looked at you. Her eyes were blue. They were beautiful, but she didn't allow that beauty to shine.

"I can't come tomorrow," you said softly, which continued to be the loudest noise in the cafeteria.

She was already on her way to the door when she stopped abruptly again and turned to you, looking coldly.

She lifted her head, looking perfect.

If you weren't mistaken, the corners of her mouth, on which she applied dark red lipstick, lifted up.

"I've said-"

"Atchoo!" the professor's eyes fixed on a sneezing student at the other end of the cafeteria. She looked at him like she was ready to kill him. In his place you would have left the room screaming long ago.

You held your breath when instead of walking in your direction, she walked towards the red-cheeked boy who was holding a cookie that looked like it was about to fall out of his shaky hands.

"I'm having dinner at Taco Bells with my parents tomorrow," you said.

You saw Harmony smirk.

You immediately regretted it when she turned her head back to you.

Raising it again, she swallowed.

The poor boy didn't deserve to be punished for sneezing.

"How dare you speak if you're not allowed to, rude little brat!" before you knew it she was right in front of you, hand raised as if she was about to hit you.

"Get your fingers off her, bitch!" you heard Harmony say. Your mouth was gaping for many reasons. But especially because Harmony just dared to say those words.

Startled, you took a step back to be on the safe side, and opened your eyes again after you had closed them out of fear.

But then you saw the strange woman walking out of the cafeteria, holding the pack of cigarettes in one hand and grabbing Harmony's arm with her other one.