Headmistress Hedsley just couldn't take it any longer. She growled and grumbled and croaked and turned toward Ethan Howard, the unfortunate little Level 12. He shivered and quivered on his seat as he sat. She marched toward him, head pointed high to the ceiling, sharp nose with it.
The sixteen-year-old leaped. "Yes, Headmistress Hedsley?"
"Now, don't you take that tone with me, young sir! You're old enough to understand that study groups are permitted only beneath a full and complete reign of silence."
"You don't even want to finish that sentence."
"Yes, Headmistress Hedsley," agreed Ethan meekly. He hung his head.
"Child, you have wandered far from the Christian path. But you have a chance for redemption!"
"What is it, Headmistress Hedsley?"
The old bird fluffed her feathers in mock surprise.
"You sound so insincere! It's as if you don't want to be redeemed!"
"Naturally I do," replied Ethan coolly. For a reason no one in the room as of yet could quite fathom, he was gaining confidence as the seconds ticked by. A careful observer could even spot the beginnings of a cheeky grin playing about his face.
"Ethan Howard! You are sentenced to work in the-"
And that's when it happened.