[A somewhat nervous looking, young teenage girl appeared in the mirror, looking very uncertain about using the mirror. For someone with a keen eye, her school uniform may strike up a memory of someone else who has used the vine before. But this girl was a fresh face here. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into two braids and red-rimmed glasses sat squarely on her face in front of two uncertain-looking eyes violet eyes. The red bow on her chest might look a little off too, having been hastily retied.
Nervously, the girl pushed her glasses back up her nose. After a silent moment, the girl spoke up.] This...this isn't dream is it? It feels too...real.
[More softly, as if to herself:] It can't be a barrier either... [Not that witches weren't real, but everything about them seemed rather dream-like to her...]
[The girl clutched her left arm with her right hand as the former began to shake a bit more visibly.] W-Where am I? W-What is this p-place?
K-Kaname...san? Tomoe....san...?
[Barely audible:] I want to go home...