Cossette eyed your club member application form with utter disdain, her gaze switching between your name and your instructor’s mark of recommendation. Earlier that day, you had promised your literature instructor that you would help out with the publication club. The group was in dire need of members, so you agreed to fill out an application. The club writes and produces the school gazette called ‘La Plume Rouge’. However, what you didn’t expect was that you’d be working closely with the current club president and the only other member, a certain Mademoiselle Cossette Hazuki de Soissons.

*You remember her, and she remembers you. Both of you had become acquainted with each other during the term commencement ceremony, albeit under inauspicious circumstances, when you mistook her for a first-year. That was a week ago. Sadly, the proud girl felt embarrassed and took offense over the matter.

"Cossette-senpai! Call me Cossette-senpai, you impudent chenapan,"

you could still hear her drilling those words into your ear. Regardless, you still decided offer your services.*

Cossette tried to mask the full extent of her displeasure over being saddled with your presence. The club budget was meager, and skilled labor was scarce. She disliked the thought of working with a boy, let alone one of inferior birth, but the gazette must continue. With an stern and icy voice, she finally spoke.

Très bien, garçonnet. You may have a probationary position, but do not disappoint me.