Private Finished Hand in the Cookie Jar

Claudia Winchester was absolutely confident she wasn't going to be caught. Invisibility had its perks, one of them being that you could go almost anywhere you wanted to, even if you weren't allowed to, do whatever you want, and no one would be the wiser. One of those glorious, forbidden places?

The teacher's lounge.

Of course, she wasn't one of those students who might use their power to go around vandalizing things or looking for the answer sheets to their next test. She wasn't here to be a nuisance. Unless you count sneaking some of the food in the lounge for herself and leeching their WiFi to play games on her phone as being a nuisance.

Claudia tabbed out of one of those games, shut off her phone, and set it down. She was feeling hungry again, and those mouth-watering muffins someone brought in were just calling her name. She couldn't ignore them any longer. Ohh, and there was even a jar of blueberry cookies! No one would mind if she just took one of each, right? She approached the table, scooped up one of those delicious-looking muffins, and reached for the cookie jar. . .

@Kadakism

Claudia froze just as her fingers wrapped around one of the cookies. For many reasons. One, there was someone in here with her. Two, they were an adult. Three, OMG, that voice. She never really understood all those romance novels up until that moment. Okay, back on track--was there some other girl in here with her? Maybe it was just a teacher and a student walking in to chat about a class. . .In the teacher's lounge and not in an office.

Still confident in her invisibility (though that confidence was wavering already), she glanced around the room to see whoever the other visitors might be. If they were going to be talking long, she was going to be here long. Not moving a muscle.

There was no one except--her heart squeezed briefly with fright, and her face paled considerably. Despite all her time spent living on the island, she still got frightened every time she saw something that wasn't another living human being.

And it was looking right at her.

At this point, her confidence was pretty much gone, but Claudia stubbornly held on to the few remaining shreds. She stared at him, wide-eyed, silent, really, really hoping her invisibility was still working.

There went that confidence, right out the window. Maybe she should follow it. How did he know? Was he a mind-reader?! Oh no--did that mean he heard her thoughts about his swoon-worthy voice? Wait--crap! Blank mind, blank mind!

On the outside, Claudia probably looked like a mess. She'd pulled the cookie out, dropped it on her chosen muffin, and gripped the sides of her head with both hands in one swift movement. Then, she let go with one hand to feel her forehead (leaving behind cookie crumbs in her hair), pushing aside the dark bangs that had been partially covering her ever-paling skin. At this rate, she'd probably turn into a ghost.

Claudia Winchester attempted to find her voice. She really did. All that came out was a stuttering mess.

When she finally managed to say something that sounded vaguely like English, it was, "Y-you have good wifi...?"

Claudia Winchester was nothing short of absolutely confused. Why was he laughing? Why was his laugh in reverse (and why was it oddly endearing?)? Why was he not, like. . .giving her detention or bringing her to the principal for expulsion or something?

He. . .wanted cookies?

She managed to reduce the quaking of her legs to a slight tremble by reminding herself that he would most likely forget about her when she was gone, anyways. So. . .there was no trouble, right? Just a talk and then she was gone, and he'd have no recollection of her even being there except that he was fed some nice blueberry cookies.

Right? A pessimistic voice in the back of her head told her that if he could see straight through her invisibility, he'd probably remember her too. But she ignored that pessimistic voice like she learned to long ago. Whatever she said to this man creature thing, he wouldn't remember once she left the room, and that gifted her back just a bit of the confidence she'd lost before.

Claudia swallowed, reached back for two more cookies, and slowly (just to make sure her knees wouldn't jellify and collapse) moved over towards him with hand outstretched. If and when he took them, she would retrieve her own large muffin and singular blueberry cookie and take a seat, just like he told her to.

While she didn't fully trust herself not to stutter, she still forced herself to speak. "Um. . .Wh-who are you?"

Claudia Winchester was still just a little suspicious of the only witness to her crimes. Maybe he was just waiting to catch her off-guard. . .No, there was no way a person like that would become a teacher, right?

She watched carefully what she could see of his transformation, and perhaps she did feel a bit better, but only a bit. "Y-your other form was alright. . ." she murmured, taking a small bite of her cookie. "...You look nice." She could flirt with him all she wanted 'cause he wasn't going to remember a darn thing about her tomorrow. At least, that's what she thought. You go, Claudia.

Claudia perked up when she recognized the French, pleasantly surprised that he knew some. She was just about to answer his question before his statement of her factual crimes was voiced, bringing her to choke on a part of her cookie she was swallowing, followed by a small laugh of her own.

"I like your laugh, too. Um--I'm Claudia. Winchester. Claudia Winchester. Très heureux." Totally almost forgot her last name there. "I am also an invisible girl--w-well, not right now. I guess. Can...you actually see me? I think you're faking it. What color is my hair?" she said, reaching to twirl a lock around her forefinger with an expectant expression.