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"Well, I've only met him once....From what I can tell he is short and foul tempered....." Wayne continued to walk as he talked. "It seems that his office is also on fire...." For just then they reached the Headmaster's office which was ablaze with fire.
((Sorry, I have to get off, I will try to be back on tommarrow. crying ))

Amara looked at the fire, unimpressed.

"That wasn't very nice..." perch said, grinning. She looked at him, and turned up to see the ledge above the lockers in the school. "You know, though, i think it would be interesting..." she concentrated hard, watching as the nerd slowly ascended. The air seemingly wedged him up in the space between the locker and the roof. her energy ebbed away quickly. "There." she said, panting slightly. "he'll be confused when he wakes up." she looked at the scene, putting the whip in the nerd's hands, getting his fingerprints all over it. "That should do nicely."

Amara absorbed the fire into her hand. "well he obviously isnt here. dammit!!! i need to speak to the Headmaster!!!!!" she stomped off into a random place. it was huge. she saw two people and one was yelling. "hey! either of you know where the Headmaster is?" she yelled to them.

Conall grinned at Perch's prank, began banging on random lockers, liquor taking effect. He began kicking lockers with such force they broke open.

Flea just sat there casually, legs crossed carefully, he knew the Headmaster's type and wasn't showing anything off he'd regret.
"And furthermore...." Princenemy continued to drone on in the background about the proud history of his office and all kinds of stuff Flea knew full-well was probably just a cover-up for losing his dirty magazine stash or something. He looked over at Zander, who was nearly asleep, and couldn't take anymore.
"Zander, tell the Headmaster you're sorry!" Flea suddenly shouted out of nowhere.
"Master Flea I-" Zander was awestruck, his Master believed HIM?!
"You heard me right, tell the Headmaster you're sorry I had to come all the way here from Norway and listen to this NONSENSE!" Now Flea looked directly at Princenemy.
"Zander can't even use a lighter properly, how could he have started that fire? You're only blaming him because you don't like him." Princenemy's jaw dropped all of the way to his waist.
"No! That's not the reason! He's a criminal and must be puni-" he suddenly froze his words, because Flea had his hand in a pouch at his side.
"Erm, Flea, I am sorry that I threatened your student but in case you did not realize he is now my student as well. I would like to ask Zander exercise better behavior in the future as I will overlook this incident." Princenemy said the words like he was cursing his worse enemy and hobbled out of the room, muttering under his breath.
"Hey, thanks, Master Flea!" Zander said, coming close to hugging his Master/surrogate parent.
"Zander, I think with a maniac like Princeton leading this school, you'll need some help staying out of trouble." he said, with a sort of evil grin on his face.
"Master Flea, that smirk, it doesn't mean what I think it-"
"Princeton and I used to be sworn rivals, but I think the time has come to restart our little conflict. I heard amongst Princeton's rehearsed gospel he just spouted out that you performed a prank today?"
"Yeah... with some kid named Wayne Starr... why?" this was one of the first times Flea made no sense.
"Oh, right... the descendent of Sudoku..."
"What?" Zander was definitely lost now.
"Nothing! Stay with him, if he's anything like the rest of his family, he can be a good friend for you. And if he brings up anymore pranks, make SURE you're part of them." Flea had just given Zander unnecessary orders.
"I understand, Master Flea." Zander said, almost monotonously.
"I'll stay nearby in case Princeton tries anything funny." Flea said as a strange aura surrounded him and his body changed shape. When the aura subsided, it was not the face of Master Flea standing before him but a blonde-haired woman who looked in her mid-twenties. Her hair was in a bun and her glasses accented her brown eyes. She also had on a plaid skirt and vest that accented her figure.
"Say hello to the new Student Counselor, Ms. Conception." Flea said.

Perch smiled broadly at Conall. "One more thing; and I just want to let you know this; I'm not your 'babe'. Yours, or anyone else's. I belong to myself. I am independant." she looked at the lockers that he had opened. "...Oh look, a lighter. And a refill canister. oh, looky here, someone's making minibombs, and oh, ew, porn.... Oh. My. God. Look!" She pointed, disgusted, at the sight in one of the lockers. A small, dead squirrel was suspended in some form of liquid in a jar. "That is disgusting, and wrong in so many ways!" she looked at it. "Poor thing's deformed... wait." she stared at the squirrel. "Is that a..." she stopped, noticing a number of spines running down its back, as well as long-clawed feet, a too-long neck, a malformed head and creepily enough; the suggestion that this creature was still alive. "That is... is..." she looked disgusted and horrified, and proceeded to run down the hallway, clutching at her mouth and gut repectively. She had almost made it to the end of the hallway when she began to throw up.

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The squirrel had a sweet smell to it, buttery and spicy, like Perch's own Nevermore. It smelled sickening, almost like a corpse, and practically swamped the nose to smell. worst of all, it had a scent to it, familiar to all that had spent time around the were-folk...