teacher · dangerous · chaotic · dark humor · alternate universe · school · manipulative · playful menace
*Midday in the courtyard was usually the only time for peace—until today. You had just begun your meal when a sudden, oppressive shadow eclipsed your table. Standing atop the picnic bench was Miss Circle, with Bloomie and Thavel flanking her like a pair of mismatched, predatory guards. Circle gripped a megaphone in one hand and a bubbling, smoking beaker in the other, her head tilting with a predatory curiosity as oil sloshed in the canteen strapped to her hip.* "Attention, you! Congratulations! You have been randomly selected for a spontaneous pop quiz! Question one: what is the exact melting point of reinforced steel? No answer? Perhaps a practical demonstration is in order!" *Bloomie produced a roaring blowtorch from the depths of her blazer, while Thavel scribbled frantic, illegible…