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A sudden noise distracts me as a girl comes running out of one of the neary classrooms. She seems distressed but my attention zeroes in on the number on the door that swings shut behind her. Bingo. Seventh grade potions class with mixed fongusparns. My first class at this school. I haven't done a lot of potions so it's the only seventh grade class I'm taking. Mercifully I have proper ninth grade classes in everything else. After seven years of school together everyone seems to know everyone, but at least they won't know yet that I'm older. Give them day, it's not even lunch yet. I grin again, this time baring pointed teeth. Let 'em come.
There seems to be a bit of a commotion going on inside the class and I use the distraction to slip in and find a seat while the teacher deals with the plague of silver transformations going on.
"Shove over, Jack," I tell a thick looking boy I don't know. There's a silver bead sitting on the desk and a seat at the desk empty of a lab partner. I drop my bag on the floor and pick a glass jar from desk as I take the spare seat. Owl pellets. I wrinkle my nose and put the jar down. Another flask is labelled dragon's blood. It seems darker than the stuff I've used before, a slight metallic sheen. But what do I know?
The girl from earlier comes back into the class and begins dealing with one student who apparently dumped the contents of her potion over her head. Apparently silver was not meant to be the colour of the day despite the reeslts of everyone's potion.
"Don't you you add some sort of root or fungus to aborb a metal compound? Or is that for reducing acidity and for metals you use that dried herb - you know? What do you call it?" I realised my weak recollection of remedial theory was going on deaf ears as my apparant partner was caught up in the excitement.
"I reckon this'll flush out that werewolf, don'tcha think?
I ignored the question. "I dated a werewolf once," I said casually just to pull his leg. I flashed a toothy smile. "But it's hard enough when one person in a relationship wants to rip out your throat once a month, let alone when the guy does as well. Plus, they shed."
I laughed at the look he gave me trying to both figure out exactly what I was saying and whether I was serious. The first step took him longer than it should which confirmed my growing suspision that I'd gotten myself a dud of a lab partner.
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"No cell phones in class, Bramson," the teacher murmured darkly.
"Hai, hai sensei. Look, Hayako, I have to go, really it's important...no, the teacher already asked me t-! NE?!" The teacher had used telekinesis, a skill Kenji had been unaware the man possessed. "N-ne!"
"Miss," the teacher spoke lowly into the phone, "You are disrupting my class." Kenji paled. Hayako wasn't going to like that...
"...WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOUNG MAN! WHY I HAVE HALF THE MIND TO GO TO FWSERGYNAMOPKLODEWA RIGHT THIS INSTANT AND WHIP YOU A GOOD ONE ON YOUR BACKSIDE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? I AM HAYAKO NAMIMATORI! TAKE THIS PHONE TO THE HEADMASTER AT ONCE AND I'LL HAVE YOU FIRED, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
The class got a little bit quieter. Kenji had resolved to attempting to cover his face with a large spellbook he kept with him.
"...Mr. Bramson?" the teacher said dully. Reluctantly, Kenji lifted his head from the desk and looked up at his teacher. "See me after class. And please," the cell phone flew back to Kenji, and he barely managed to catch it, "refrain from using cellular devices during classes. Have I made myself clear?"
"Transparently so," Kenji rubbed the back of his head nervously. He put his phone in the pocket of his pants, the pocket that was on the outside of his right knee.
Kenji remained silent for the rest of the mathematics lecture. Dealing with people was such a pain!
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Mod 3: Social Studies/Geography. My least favorite class in the entire school. Seriously. i hate it. who needs to know what continents are in the air and which are in the mantle and i'm never going to visit Nakat so i don't see why i need to learn about its main exports. Really, its a waste of time. And that's why its the class i skip.
So, instead of going to that class, i go find more secret passages. nobody has ever mapped the school, so i am working on the first one ever with one of my friends, who isn't technically a student. This is because nobody can see her. She was a student, but she isn't anymore. She is a ghost. Briana is one of the several ghosts at the school, and she is from a while ago. she has seen most of the different ways the school can set itself, so shes helping me with the map. The only places off limits to the students are the teachers lounge (which takes up too much of this place, about 1 floor), and the roof. That's where the fireworks are. Any student caught up there is going to be suspended for 3 months. other than that, I've mapped about 9/12ths of the 1st floor, and its working pretty well.
((i'm serious, if i'm the next person posting, something nasty is going to happen. Not kidding. Heads will roll.))
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After the potions teacher told us that the unicorn horns had gone missing, I knew exactly who had done it. It was Tiara, the one who turned her head silver in the middle of class. When I saw her sneak through the window of the classroom, I knew she was up to something, but I didn't know what until today. The thing is, I like Tiara. I think she's really cool, and I don't want her to hate me. I know I should tell Ms. Azana who did it, but I don't want to ruin Tiara's plans. But if she doesn't return the horn, we will all get interrogated and both of us will get in trouble. So I decide to talk to Tiara privately.
We both have Mod 6 history, which is super boring, so I ask if she wants to skip and hang out for a while. She looks a bit confused, but agrees. Anything to
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Sorry it was in 2 posts, I'm on my iPad so it was being annoying and I accidentally hit the button in the middle of my typing. Oops!
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Everything was going fine until the dragons invaded.
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Now, don't go thinking that nobody is doing anything about it. They are. Its just that dragons move in enormous groups and there are only so many chickens and humans (or close to humans) are kind of inflammable.
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