The demon was in her room, studying her, watching her for hours, resting in the knowldedge, that up to know she could not notice him, for even if he was close, he was also aeons apart. He would have studied her when she left the shower, or when she changed clothes, even feeling slight arousal and anticipation already, for he knew what was coming. With a malevolent smile on his face he decided that it was time...

A small crack, and a loose board under the bed. Elise would have almost missed it, if not, for some unknown reason, her pen would have rolled from the desk, fallen to the floor, and then rolled further right into the small crack, vanishing beneath the wooden boards.

What was odd, was that he would hear a clanking metal sound, as if her pen would have hit a cookiebox or something.

What was odd too, was the brief chilling breeze, a side effect of Locigans Magic, every time he worked it in the human world. Odd because the window was closed. And because of the fact, that even if Elise would definitely remember that she just felt it, she would not remember it as a sensation on her skin, rather as something from the inside.

She'd stepped out of the shower about a half hour ago; washed her face, brushed her teeth, checked her body out in the mirror, finally wiggled into a pair of pink pyjama pants and a matching t-shirt, checked herself out again, and headed out into the dorm room to finish her work. She knew the schoolwork was fruitless, that the classes themselves were just a charade for the real purpose of the school, but she had to keep up appearances, keep flying under the radar.

So, long hair still damp, cat-eyed glasses settled on her nose, she was scribbling away at school work, scrambling out the last bit of math solutions as the pen went fumbling from her hand, clattering under the bed. Normally she would have just grabbed a fresh pen and gone back to work, but months here, and her ears had become tuned for any threat. "Fuck... This better not be some sort of ploy...." she growls, pushing to her feet. A shiver runs through her body as she reaches for her baseball bat, bending over just slightly to try to get a peek under the bed. No way she's crawling down there on all fours. That's where monsters hide, after all. Instead, she probes with the bat, feeling out where the pen hit, trying to slide whatever it was the pen collided with back to her.