The Secret Garden. A rumored rendezvous for many a love struck girl. It was here where impurities flared and innocence was known to turn to sin. Alice had no real reason in adding her covert presence to it, but today she had a goal in mind, one spurred on by a round of boredom. Her threads weren't set. Her web was weak. She had all the techniques; the charm and silver tongue; but she was inexperienced with the girls at Astrea. How they ticked and how to ignite a fire in their heart that she would inevitably distinguish very soon after kindling it. That frosted web had been invaded recently, almost thawed by a certain girl's warmth. She'd needed to thaw it over again. And what perfect way than to slip back into her natural routine.

Tall black heels tapped against each tile respectfully as Alice entered the quiet building. White lace from her black and thinly white striped dress fluttered about her knees. Although there were flower shaped lights swaying from the ceiling above, it was still dark. A more than perfect environment in which to kindle passions. But Alice wasn't here to kindle any passions necessarily. She had no one to meet at the moment; no one to poise a public rendezvous with. Not here at least. Spiders were creatures of solitude. Their matters were more so performed in private solitude free from prying eyes. Alice was no different. 

Moving further into the building like a snowy invader, she glided in between the sanctuary of a two neat bookcases, taking a moment to throw the cute girl at the check-out counter an irresistible smirk. Icy eyes swept for any sign of rendezvousing girls while her ears scouted the almost tense atmosphere. Today, she was here to observe and learn. Or just satisfy a strange ounce of boredom. Being as silent and stealthy as she was - like a true arachnid - she could often get away slipping into many places undetected. Even the Chancellor's office would stand little chance if she so desired to ever venture in there for a peek.     

A flash of frills suddenly stirred from behind the end of the adjacent bookcase. A Miator student no doubt. The alabaster widow moved gracefully with quiet steps towards the sight, adopting her usual analytical position. There it was. Two Miator students kissing. Passionately, too, with the way one had another pressed to the floor. They didn't seem very coordinated. They were probably going off of naive instinct. How far would this escalate? What would happen if she stepped in or made her presence known? The albino leaned against the bookcase and watched, all the while keeping her frozen guard up in case she, too, was discovered.