At the teleportation port in District Thirteen of Witch Academy.
"Hey, what do you think this year's Witch's Night will reenact?"
"No idea, and I don't care, I'm only concerned about what kind of performance the young lady will put on by then."
"Literally, weren't you obsessed with the president before? How come you've switched sides to the young lady now?"
"Don't even mention that white-haired Angel to me, hmph, I've gone from fan to foe. She has stolen the vengeance that was due to my young lady."
"Give it a rest, you're changing wives every three months, aren't you tired?"
....
Within the vast port portal, witches often come and go non-stop, most of them young, flying in groups of three or two on their brooms, chatting and laughing with each other.
However, suddenly, a witch glanced unintentionally at the dock space below and shuddered so violently she nearly fell straight off her broom.
