Arcane Symposium, Part Twelve

[Time to show these hoes what an S-Class can REALLY do.]

I twirl my pen, letting my magic build up like that feeling right before Haruka kisses me. Mana subtly dances between my fingers, and I can feel it responding to my thoughts. Like Professor Zhang had told me before, everyone's mana is, in a way, unique to them. Almost like a sentient being, in that sense. And, right now, I can feel my mana eager to show off. 

[Let's give them something to talk about, baby.]

There's this spell I perfected back in middle school, when I was still insecure about checking out hot girls in class (you know, before I started flirting with them instead~). 

It's a variation on the usual scrying spells seers always like to brag about. Instead of creating obvious magical sensors (like a massive crystal ball for example), it turns any reflective surface into a window that shows you exactly what you want to see.