Adrina Hargrove
Adrina took a seat in on of the many table that surrounded the garden. The teacher pursed her lips. "You're late," she remarked, her mouth set in a thin line. Adrina nodded, and the teacher walked forward, with a small pink note in her hand. "Detention," she said, handing Adrina the detention slip. Adrina rolled her eyes and slipped the notice into her bag.
"Now, to the lesson," the teacher rubbed her hands together, then turned around to where a large cardboard box was sitting. "Squigglenoffs," she said, opening the box and taking out a purple plant that seemed to be almost in the shape of a blow-dryer. It had two slits where the fan of the blow dryer would be, and they almost looked like eyes. The slits opened, and the class gasped at the pink beady eyes that stared back at them.
"But- What's there magical quality?" a tall boy with a stocky build said, raising his hand as he did so. The teacher chuckled slightly.
"Watch and learn, children," she said, and as she did, a small circle opened a few centimetres under the eyes, and a song in a foreign language poured out of it's lips.
"It can sing? That's it?" Adrina turned around to see someone she recognised as being called Trench. The teacher raised one eyebrow.
"Isn't that enough?" she asked, with a slight laugh. "But no, that's not all. They can predict the future of whoever is holding it, unfortunately, however, no-one knows the language of the Squigglenoffs, and so the future is impossible to predict -- of course, the exception being prophecies, and psychics, like Adrina over here," the teacher gestured to Adrina, and she slumped down in her seat as the class looked over at her. "Daniel, be a dear and hand a Squigglenoff to the class, will you?
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Christina Brookes
Chris looked down at the mangled toad. I'm only in third year, she thought. How the hell am I suposed to heal this thing? It's practically dead! She gave a small sigh, and placed her hands on the toads body, wincing slightly. "Ugh," she muttered. She closed her eyes and thought aout the toads body being put back into place. There was a slight tingle in her hands, and she opened her eyes. She cursed under her breath. All she had done was make it worse. "Did I hear foul language?" the teacher said. "No, sir," Chris said with a small sigh.