Devonation Class

Kylee arrived in her first class of the day. "Good Morning Professor." She said as she sat in the third row.

Dara came in along with Kylee but she had her nose in a book.

"Er.. if this is all my class, I shall start. We shall begin with-- deer, Wood? is it? Please, pass me that bit of trash off to the left of you." said Professor Wifflebat.

[Odin, no double posting!!]
Betsy walked into class right on time. She sat down in her assigned seat and waited to hear what the proffessor had to say.

[Sorry Betsy but I had to get things started!]

"Eherm!" Wifflebat jestured. He pulled a stamp out of his drawer and smacked Betsy over the forehead with it. "Today, eherm, class. We will start with Meditation, as we will everyday for the first 5 minuits. Now you are all young sparrows, you have no clue how to Meditate properly-" he pulled another stamp out of his drawer and stamped it over Betsy and Kylee's head. "-Everyone cross your legs in some fasion.. get comfortable."

Dara wondered what the stamp was for, but didnt' say anything. She looked around and saw other confused faces. But she did as the professor said and crossed her legs.

Betsy forhead hurt from all of the useless stamping, but she did the breathing excersizes nonetheless. She was very annoyed.

"Now that everyone is breathing, you must relax. Let all the stress and worries fail you. PARQUETTE!"
he shouted. "YOUR NOT RELAXED!" he pulled a stamp out and smacked her forhead with it.

Betsy wobbled back by the blow of the stamp. Tears started welling in her eyes, but she pushed them back.

"Alright everyone. You seem to be Farhoodling at this. Go to the Mirror behinde that curtain, one at a time, and see what words are stamped on your forehead. When you come back we will begin." said the proffesor with one eyebrow cocked.

Betsy went and looked at the mirror, she saw the words stamped on her forehead. Then she looked at the teacher, hoping for an explanation.

Betsy's eyes widened. She said thank you and took a seat.

"Now for the rest of you, I hope you've gotten a good look at your forehead, so please come back here and take a seat. Who can tell me what the phenomina of reading someones mind is called? Anyone?" the proffesor asked.

Kylee looked at her forehead and tried whipping it off. It didn't work. So she just walked over and sat back down at her set.

Kylee ran over to Sophia. "Do you want to be partners?" she asked.

[Odin, I just edited two of your posts so they would be orange, please don't forget to make them orange, otherwise I'm going to stamp your forhead.]

Betsy turned automatically to Piper. "Whatchor thoughts?" she said as she bit into a pumpkin pastry.

"Alright I've had enough" Betsy thought. She popped a puking pastel when the teacher wasn't looking. She instantly started puking. "Teacher I think I need to bwraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach, go to bwraaaaaaaaaaaach *cough cough* madam pombraachphry."

Betsy glared at him, then she put the other half in her mouth, but not before puking all over his robes. She sheepishly sat back in her seat, repressing a smile.