"Okay class, quiet down! Quiet!" Ms. Watkins speaks aloud to her students, showing no mercy or fear and especially no hesitation in inflicting her authority over the youngsters.
She is a short brunette woman looking to be in her mid-forties, entering the classroom with papers and coffee in hand. Once she's at her desk at the head of the room, she grabs a wooden ruler by one end and loudly slaps the other end on the surface of her desk in order to get her students' full attention. All at once, the students seize their mindless chatter and recognizing that their warden-like teacher is here. They instantly scurry to their seats and prepare their supplies for class. Textbooks, pencils, notes, the works.
Ms. Watkins smirks. She knows she has total control over her classroom, and it feels great.
Just as the classroom door is about to be shut at the sound of the second bell for first period, Felicia comes storming into the room. She stops the door with one hand at a mere crack open, and then she laughs out loud after having ran all the way from one side of the school to the next in search of the correct classroom. Getting lost in this labyrinth of lockers and doors, all too confusing and so many to choose from, is just way too easy.
"Phew, I made it!" she heaves as she catches her breath with her arms stretched outward at her sides, swinging the door open as wide as it can go, and enters the room with a confident girly strut.
That's when she gets a good look at the classroom. Or more importantly, all the uninviting stares she is receiving from everyone else.
Awkward silence fills the room for a while. Felicia's sense of relief for getting here on time is replaced with confusion as to why everyone is glaring at her. Her smile slowly turns into a curious frown as she scans around the faces of all the other students who have met her gaze. And then she comes to only one plausible conclusion in her mind.
"Ah, I see! None of you can resist my beauty, and so you're all speechless!" she exclaims while making a super model's pose, leaning over slightly with one hand on her hip and the other on the front of her upper leg as if she's flirting, "Well, there's need for you to be shy! Just say you want some of me and—"
"Excuse me!" Ms. Watkins shouts, purposely interrupting Felicia's overly egotistical monologue, "I don't quite believe I recall you ever being in my class before. But if you insist on continuing your little outburst and disrupt us, then I have a good mind to send you straight to the principal's office!"
"But I was just there!" Felicia clarifies, "It was already enough of a hassle of convincing my own family to fill out all that paperwork to get me into this school, and now I've got to deal with cranky professors the minute I walk in? What a pain! And besides, is that really anyway to speak to a new student on her first day? You should be graciously introducing me to the whole lot of these munchkins and stand me out even if I'm downright nervous," she's merely speaking on what she had heard about being the new kid in school, which she's actually excited to experience for herself, but it seems that will never come. And then her next remark really hits home, "Oh, don't look at me that way. Those wrinkles on your forehead will only make you look much older when you're reach your sixties in the next five years, you know."
A few of the other students try to hold back their snickers in the background.
A vein pops up on the side of Ms. Watkins' head. It hasn't even been two minutes and she has already had enough of this girl.
She immediately goes for the phone on her desk and dials for the school's main office. As soon as someone answers, she demands to speak with the principal. It takes a minute, but she is connected to the principal's phone line who responds with a calm, "Hello, can I help you?" before realizing who he was speaking to.
"Yes. There is a young lady here claiming to be a new student," Ms. Watkins starts, "But she's disrupting my class and being extraordinarily rude to both me and the students. Please tell me she's wrong and she should be escorted out of the building."
"What's her name?" the principal asked.
"I'm afraid she never said it."
"Well, does this 'new student' have long white hair and blue eyes, then?"
"Yes, apparently so. Wait, you know of her?!" Ms. Watkins practically screams having come to the shocking realization.
The principal sighs, "Unfortunately, the girl you're speaking of is indeed and officially a student at this school. Her name is Felicia Limoxberg, and despite her incredibly crude attitude, which I had the opportunity to experience firsthand when I met her for when she first applied, she's met all the necessary requirements to be qualified here. And because she is an attendee of our school, I expect her to be treated as such."
"You can't be serious!"
Felicia is listening in by temporarily enhancing her hearing using her magic on her own ears, so that she could hear both sides of the conversation. She whispered the incantation to herself and nobody else notices.
"Believe me, if I could cast a spell to make all troublesome kids behave better, I'd do it. But it's not like that exists," the principal says.
Felicia is offended by that remark.
The principal continues, "That's why we have to show our students that we have the discipline, hard work, and knowledge to handle them, and to prepare them for their individual futures. I'm begging you, Ms. Blake, please don't screw up on this one."
Ms. Watkins grinds her teeth as she says, "Uh-huh, I see. I understand. I'll do my best."
She exhales as she hangs up the phone. She looks back at Felicia who's smirking quite contently and with her teeth showing, knowing she has gotten away with being vulgar to her new teacher. It makes her feel giddy.
Giving her a mean glare or a simple cracking ruler on a desktop isn't going to be enough to keep this student on the straight and narrow, Ms. Watkins thinks to herself. She'll need to cook up something very clever for this young lady, that's for sure.
In the end, she keeps her composure, smiles crookedly and says, "May I remind you are in a classroom, which means rudeness such as yours will not be tolerated. However, this is your first day, as you say, so I'll let you off with a warning. But just remember your place," she then points out to the rows of seats where the other students are sitting and witnessing this rare spectacle, "Now go take your seat at once! We are already five minutes behind schedule."
"Hmph! Whatever you say, ma'am," Felicia says sarcastically while grinning from ear to ear, flipping her glistening white hair with the flick of her wrist and does as she was told.
The classroom is quite huge and spacious once Felicia gets a better look at it. Humming a sweet little tune as she walks down the aisles of space in between the desks, looking for an empty seat, she takes into consideration every last pair of eyes that are fixated on her. She wonders what they all are thinking right now. At last, she finds an open desk in the furthest right column by the windows. She brushes off the wooden desktop with the palm of her hand, and she stops humming as soon as she sits down.
Placing her bag on the floor beside her chair, Reynardo pokes his head out to get a good look at the classroom for himself. His fox eyes scan the room and everyone in it. He can even tell who's magical and who isn't, to which he smells several students with just the slightest aptitude for magic. Then there's one student whose scent is dark and menacing, and he's sitting in the desk right next to his Mistress's. Reynardo makes a mental note of that and memorizes his scent for future reference.
Meanwhile, sitting in the desk on the other side of Felicia's seat is the same girl from the bus whom Felicia hasn't noticed until now. Felicia feels this girl's eyes set on her, and so she asks, "You seem to have the biggest fixation on me, out of everyone else here. Is there a specific reason?"
The girl is taken aback and can't find the right words, "Oh, uh, I'm…I just…well, my name is Daisy, and…"
Felicia, appearing more attractive than normal, turns her gaze and upper body toward Daisy, and she says, "I wasn't asking for your name, but it's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy."
Then she remembers that people usually shake hands during first greetings. Felicia sticks out her hand toward Daisy, awaiting her to meet halfway. Daisy reaches for Felicia's hand.
"No physical contact in my classroom!" Ms. Watkins shouts at the two girls and slaps her ruler against the massive blackboard on the wall behind her.
This startles them and they retract back into their seats.
Feeling this interruption has taken longer than it should have, Ms. Watkins sighs before addressing to the whole class, "Alright, now if that's settled, let's start today's lessons, shall we?"