There was a girl at the back of the class, with long dark robes and a big pointed hat. Sheila didn't think much of her, she was quiet and usually got her work done with decent grades. But today, she caught her vandalizing the desk, writing things like "Death to humans" and the name of their favorite heavy metal monster band.

Vandalizing was already bad enough, but any anti-human rhetoric could actually get the school itself in trouble.

Once enough irreversible damage had been done, Sheila yelled the girls name from her desk, causing the entire room to jump. She leapt out of her chair walked towards the rebel, saying how disappointed she was that one of her quieter and intelligent students was stooping herself to such a level.

One of the tall vampire bats nearby raised his voice a little and waved his hand to get the teacher's attention.

"I don't think you want to do that, Miss Vendershmidtz."

"And vhy not?"

"I believe she is a patron of the dark arts."

"Vell, it vould explain zee robes. But if you zink for a moment a girl of zat age is being taught black magic, zen you don't zink very highly of your teacher, do you?"

Black magic is not only forbidden, but it is usually reserved for those who are much older, as the guild feels the younger generation would let the power get to their head very quickly.

But it turns out the bat wasn't lying. She did know black magic, and the rebellious girl, feeling she was already in deep trouble as it is, decided to show her what for, and her hands began to glow yellow...

Suddenly, Sheila couldn't see. Not only that, but she couldn't move her arms, or her ankles much at all. When she tried to curl her toes, she realized she couldn't move her big toes either. Her ears could detect there were a crowd of people around her, trying to keep quiet. She yelled out, which she assumed caused people to jump again. Not long after, the quiet girl began to speak.

"Time-stop Magic. Quite a difficult magic to learn and use, if you're an amateur at the mage's guild, that is. Not for me though...as for your situation, that wasn't my idea. The boys of the class figured this would be appropriate."

What Sheila spouted during her conniption was pretty much unintelligible. The classmates that stayed for this display muttered among themselves, with one finally asking the question "does this mean we get to go home early?"

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T! UNTIE ME DIS INSTANT!"

"Just to make sure you're a true believer in my magic, I'll leave you with a parting gift. It should help change your mood a little..."

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Don't worry, she was expelled the next day. Teaching in this day and age is real damn hard.

Day 19: Alone. A lot of people liked this one. I didn't, because there was a ton I needed to fix and I wanted to be a lazy shit today. Can't win them all!

Sheila belongs to me

You guys did say you were fine with less furry critters on this page so, Sheila's moving over here now. Which, I think is fine given the plans I have in mind for her.