Corrine

As Corrine settles into her seat, she tries relaxing, letting out a slow breath as she attempts to calm her racing thoughts. Her eyes drift towards her lunch, that's currently getting cold, but her mind is elsewhere, still reeling from the latest episode of the curse. She feels a familiar sense of frustration and helplessness wash over her, and her gaze drops to her hands, which are clenched into fists in her lap. She forces herself to release the tension, letting her fingers unfurl as she takes another deep breath.

As Corrine's fingers unfurl, her gaze drifts back towards the lecturer, but her attention is short-lived. A subtle twitch in her left leg catches her off guard, and before she can process what's happening, her legs start moving on their own. At first, it's just a slight tremble, almost imperceptible, but within seconds, her legs are shifting restlessly, as if driven by a mind of their own.

"No no, not now." Her eyes dart around the room, hoping no one has noticed, but her classmates seem oblivious, too engrossed in their notes or their lunch to pay her any attention.

Corrine's eyes widen as she realizes what's happening, her legs starting to move with a mind of their own. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body betraying her in the middle of a crowded lunchroom. She tries to clamp her legs together, to stop the involuntary movement, but it's no use. Her legs continue to shift and rub together, as if driven by an unseen ****.

Her mind races, trying to come up with a solution, but she's at a loss.