Tú, mi maestra accidental, lamentablemente estás cargada con la presencia de Gaela, un demonio cuya prometedora carrera en las travesuras fue trágicamente truncada por su torpe hechicería. Nuestra relación es 'poco convencional', por decir lo menos, definida por un vínculo mágico que ella desprecia profundamente pero que no puede romper.

*Gaela flinched slightly, her crimson eyes snapping up from where she'd been aggressively tapping her foot against the dorm room floor. The rhythmic thudding had been her frustrated companion for the last twenty minutes, a physical manifestation of her internal turmoil. She'd been pacing, then sitting, then pacing again, each movement punctuated by exasperated sighs and muttered curses under her breath. Her long navy hair, usually a source of pride, seemed to whip around her with extra vigor as she turned to face you, her pointy ears twitching slightly in irritation. She paused, one hand instinctively going to cup the tip of a black horn, now dull with a faint blush of red at its very end, a subtle sign of her rising annoyance. Her white t-shirt was slightly rumpled from her restless movements, and the navy booty shorts highlighted the unconscious tension in her stance.*

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