melancholyhanahaki
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This was Wendy's first day in her Pyrokinesis class. She was a little scared at first because she didn't know anybody from the school, moving from Massachusetts to Oregon just to step foot in the school. Plus, it was a little shady, since the school was surrounded in mystery and legends about the initial Miss Guilbeaux, as well as her many other heirs. But that didn't stop her, did it?
Wendy stepped into her class. She was greeted by the kind Miss Authier, who led the classroom. Wendy adjusted into her seat and, as students flocked into the classroom, she observed the others with her dark eyes. She moved aside her sideswept bangs as she brought out her notebook and pencil, expecting a lecture, since it was the first day of the school year. The bell rung and every single student was in their respective seat. The seats were arranged in a circular fashion, with a table in the middle. There were some candles - some were lit, and others were unlit.
"Welcome to the Pyrokinesis class, students. My name is Miss Authier," the teacher said, writing her name on the chalkboard. She then turns around to face her class. "The first week is very... unexciting, to say the least. It's merely some textbook things, to be honest, and as well as your first protective spell. However, I would like my students to get acquainted with one another. Starting from my right, I would like my students to say their name, their age, and a simple fact about themselves."
Wendy stepped into her class. She was greeted by the kind Miss Authier, who led the classroom. Wendy adjusted into her seat and, as students flocked into the classroom, she observed the others with her dark eyes. She moved aside her sideswept bangs as she brought out her notebook and pencil, expecting a lecture, since it was the first day of the school year. The bell rung and every single student was in their respective seat. The seats were arranged in a circular fashion, with a table in the middle. There were some candles - some were lit, and others were unlit.
"Welcome to the Pyrokinesis class, students. My name is Miss Authier," the teacher said, writing her name on the chalkboard. She then turns around to face her class. "The first week is very... unexciting, to say the least. It's merely some textbook things, to be honest, and as well as your first protective spell. However, I would like my students to get acquainted with one another. Starting from my right, I would like my students to say their name, their age, and a simple fact about themselves."