Daryn heard a door open in the library and with her trickster instincts she immediately planted herself behind one of the bookshelves opposite the door, unfortunately the heels she was wearing weren’t as subtle on the room’s marble floor.
“Mr. Whatshisname, I know you’re in here! We both know there’s only one way out and sorting books isn’t exactly the hardest thing to do!” The Dean yelled, obviously making his presence known.
At this point Daryn would usually just pop out with a wise-crack to diffuse the situation, but she’s a friggin teenage Succubus now! Hearing steps coming towards her, and having no else place to hide, Daryn braced herself for the coming conflict.
“Ah there you are…” The Dean stopped as he finally took notice of the teenage girl in front of him. “Who are you young lady? Nobody else is suppose to be here besides Mr. Whatshisname.”
'Well Daryn, see if you can get yourself out of this mess'.