Our Chaotic Order

29: Master Falkirk

^^ Jack's Hand ^^

--- Greta's POV ---

I sat down in my classroom, and smiled. The normalcy of the setting appealed to me, strangely.

My sabbatical to the Demon Realm and Egypt had taken place during Winter break. Luckily, Exams were right around the corner, something I hadn't done normally, last year.

I decided to take them early, again, when I realized I could put all my textbooks except Crafting and Musicology into Hugin's Nest, meaning I knew everything in them.

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I strode into the Exam Room, and smiled at the Masters Assembled. "Well hello, all. I'd like to be the first to say thank you for meeting me, and on such short notice. I'm sure you're all very busy individuals, and I'd like to take as little of your time as necessary. Now,-"

"You are very arrogant, aren't you, Miss Falkirk? To walk in here, and attempt to take over the Exam Hall? I-" a Lich who looked around twenty interrupted me, glaring down from his pedestal.

I interrupted him just like he interrupted me. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the Rudeness that caused you to think interrupting me was in the least bit respectful. If you're going to speak to me, find a modicum of respect somewhere in that tiny, Idiotic brain of yours, or I'll plant the nation there after I've cracked it open." I hissed at him.

He leaned back, silenced, and the others seemed halfway impressed, and halfway angry at my arrogance.

"Now. To answer your unprovoked assault on my personality, I am not Arrogant, and I wasn't attempting to 'Take Over'. I was politely greeting the Masters in the room, and showing them the proper respect. I advise you think before you speak, little Lich. Next time, I won't forgive you." I warned him.

I looked around, and nodded. "Ahh... that's why you're so arrogant. You're not a Master. You're Haven's replacement, because I can't have the same Exam Master As I have Teacher. You're a what... Expert Shapeshifter? No... Journeyman?" I smirked.

He glared, and ground his teeth. "Watch your tongue, Girl."

I smiled. "Awe, I've hurt his feelings. Now, boy, understand something. My name is Lady Greta Falkirk, and you will address me as 'Lady', 'Milady', 'Ma'am', 'Lady Falkirk', or even 'Greta'. But if you call me 'Little Girl' again, I will make you into a little girl, am I clear?" I smiled sweetly at the end of it, baring my teeth.

He wasn't afraid, unfortunately. "You have no right to speak to me that way, Little Girl." He said haughtily.

I nodded. "I see... my apologies, Masters, and Little Boy, for delaying the Exam a moment or two. I suppose this will get me my masters in Shapeshifting..."

I leapt and dragged him down off the Pedestal, and then knocked him out. Then, before anyone could stop me, I plunged my fingers into his chest, and started changing his body, down to the DNA.

Soon, a woman of his age and general facial features laid under me, and I leaned back, exhausted. "Done. I believe that concludes that, hmm? Master Haven?" I asked.

"While Crude and rather Barbaric, yes, only a Master could force such a massive change on another so easily, and with no adverse affects... humph. I'll reprimand her Later, Masters. Continue with the Exam." She swooped down in her Owl form, and plucked him/her up, flying away.

I smiled. "Then let us continue, hmm?"

The Rune Master cleared his throat. "Well then... I Agree, let us continue. He didn't belong here anyway. A Journeyman on the Council, preposterous. Moving on. Lady Falkirk, if you'd show me what you can do with Runes? I understand you made your own, personal Rune? The fabled Rune of Flight?"