An hadn't been with the academy long enough to know who Chloe Black was, personally, She knew her face; knew she was the chairman of a school group, but that was about it. She'd come from a country where such things were severely dealt with; privately, she thought this was the work of a shoddily-cobbled hate group targeting the biggest face for demons in the school.
"Alright," the teacher replied anyway. Disgust curled her lips into a curt frown. An hoped she'd have no such incidents in her classes -- she did not stand for racism in the least.
If she thought about it, she didn't really care about who was hurt -- moreso about the implications of behaviour. How else would it impact the community? What other avenues for harm would it open? Lucky for her, Celeste adeptly changed the subject. An shrugged in response. She wasn't one for social events but she knew she had to show her face eventually, somewhere, and since the opportunity had so readily presented itself...
...Well, it couldn't hurt.