
MR. Crazy HAT GuY
Mr. Nomita
Mr. Nomita finally found his classroom after wandering the halls and searching for it for about....six hours, "That's a new record," he mumbled to himself as he took a quick glance at his golden pocket watch, stuffing it back into his coat pocket. He opened his palm, facing up, the key to unlocking the classroom door suddenly appearing. He took the metal and unlocked the door, stepping into a very stuffy, and dusty room. He sniffed the air, smelling something quite awful, the scent lingering between a week old dead bird and a half eaten meatball sandwich. Despite the foul smell Mr. Nomita made his way to the desk, using his powers to remove the dust that coated it. He let out a long sigh once he sat down in his chair, stacking his feet onto the desk and letting his magic do the rest of the cleaning around the room.
Once the room was clean the scent of dead bird and meatball sandwich was gone. Everything sparkled like it was made of diamond, and the stuffiness in the room no longer existed. Mr. Nomita smiled to himself, impressed of what a good job he did. Taking another look around the empty classroom he decided to take this chance to catch up on his napping, tipping his hat over his eyes and laying back into the comfort of the chair.