A shuddering sigh slipped past coral lips, evaporating into a cloudy puff in the cold air. It was winter again, and it was probably fated to be just like the last. Slow and monotonous with an exception here and there. Hanako was not one that could be easily labeled as a social butterfly, partly due to the fear of scaring others off with her erratic shifts in her personality. She feared her disorder as much as upsetting someone. A certain past Miator council president suddenly came to mind, and she almost lowered her head at the thought of her. They had met here, hadn’t they….? Had she upset her too? Akoyama-sama did not seem to take well to much people… Was she one of them?

Another sigh rolled from her lips. Perhaps. But that was all expected monotony for the brunette. Stiff fingers grazed the tense surface of the sketchbook in her lap and she unconsciously begin to sketch something. She would always be a monotony. Or at least she was convinced she would be. A hollow ghost of a shell living two separate lives. One of her own and one of her deceased sister’s.

 
A stinging loneness impaled her at the thought of her sister, and she suddenly had a rare urge for an ounce of company. Maybe a student would come along to break the monotonous spell? She tugged a fringe of brown hair over an auburn eye as she continued to sketch. Hopefully…

(I hope this is alright... Trying to get Hanako up and active again...)