{ooc: Oh my god, why didn't I think of just needing a stronger dose, that's even more hilarious. Now I think I can start us off... just let me know if anything needs to be adjusted!}
[Even among a unique crowd of students, Marion has stood out since her first day in this school. As a first-year, she'd been clearly a couple of years younger than the other students, giving the impression she was probably some kind of prodigy who'd moved up through the school system in her home country. Except according to her records, she wasn't younger at all... at least, not chronologically. Nobody knew how, but the girl had somehow been cursed, for lack of a better term, and grew younger instead of older with each passing day. It meant she got teased by some of the other students at times, and occasionally there'd be incidents when she embarrassed herself by acting more the age she looked than the age she claimed to be. But she never seemed to be aware of this behavior, merely insisting on her actual age and maturity whenever it was challenged. Never mind that being so small, and growing smaller over time, made high school that much more of a challenge itself. She at least excelled in her classes, and applied herself particularly to researching spells and possible applications of powers that might restore her to her "real" age. Having no parents or home obligations, she tended to stay later than most other students before she left...
Today, as a third-year student, she walks the halls after another ultimately fruitless afternoon. The staff of the school, embarrassingly, keep track of her physical age, making her just recently nine years old by the official count. They won't even let her use the school labs without an "older" student present anymore! Not since the incident with the stepstool. Every year, it motivates her to try that much harder to find a way to not just stop the process, but reverse it. If it takes much longer, she won't be able to enjoy being seventeen (for real) and in the prime blush of young womanhood during her high school years! At least once she's home, she doesn't have anyone else there to treat her like a chi-...]
Kayama-sensei?
[She blinks, surprised to see this particular teacher still in the building, standing between her and the exit door. It could be striking to the tall woman just how small Marion is now, looking more like a young elementary schooler wearing a child-sized high school uniform as a costume. She's barely up to the teacher's waist, even, and has to tilt her head up pretty far just to look the woman in the eyes.]
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[Even among a unique crowd of students, Marion has stood out since her first day in this school. As a first-year, she'd been clearly a couple of years younger than the other students, giving the impression she was probably some kind of prodigy who'd moved up through the school system in her home country. Except according to her records, she wasn't younger at all... at least, not chronologically. Nobody knew how, but the girl had somehow been cursed, for lack of a better term, and grew younger instead of older with each passing day. It meant she got teased by some of the other students at times, and occasionally there'd be incidents when she embarrassed herself by acting more the age she looked than the age she claimed to be. But she never seemed to be aware of this behavior, merely insisting on her actual age and maturity whenever it was challenged. Never mind that being so small, and growing smaller over time, made high school that much more of a challenge itself. She at least excelled in her classes, and applied herself particularly to researching spells and possible applications of powers that might restore her to her "real" age. Having no parents or home obligations, she tended to stay later than most other students before she left...
Today, as a third-year student, she walks the halls after another ultimately fruitless afternoon. The staff of the school, embarrassingly, keep track of her physical age, making her just recently nine years old by the official count. They won't even let her use the school labs without an "older" student present anymore! Not since the incident with the stepstool. Every year, it motivates her to try that much harder to find a way to not just stop the process, but reverse it. If it takes much longer, she won't be able to enjoy being seventeen (for real) and in the prime blush of young womanhood during her high school years! At least once she's home, she doesn't have anyone else there to treat her like a chi-...]
Kayama-sensei?
[She blinks, surprised to see this particular teacher still in the building, standing between her and the exit door. It could be striking to the tall woman just how small Marion is now, looking more like a young elementary schooler wearing a child-sized high school uniform as a costume. She's barely up to the teacher's waist, even, and has to tilt her head up pretty far just to look the woman in the eyes.]
Why are you still here?