Chapter 3

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[Alyssa P.O.V.]

Miss Wood :


"This," Miss Wood said, pacing around the room. "Is sleeping magic. It is intricate. It is defensive. And when used correctly, it may be deadly. Take your places on the beds and I will show you." Wood gestured to the beds with a flick of her sleeve.

The three of us flopped over with grunts and groans, screeching all the way while floobering to Jingle Bells.

"What the flip," burped Miss Wood.

"WOOT," we wooted.

Ama's head hit the stinky pillow and bounced once.

She shut her eyes and began to snore.

"What the flip," the people who were awake announced.

Ignoring the rabbitlike snores drifting from the far corner of Ama-land, Miss Wood paced about, waving her arms back and forth and sticking out her butt at random.

"Er, Miss," a timid kiddie who'd stumbled into the tunnel addressed Wood quietly.

"NEVER MIND THAT," Miss Wood screamed, flipping her feet and sticking out her hair at odd angles. The kid fell on the ground and began to recite the soliloquy of Sobby.

"TO EXECUTE DEFENSIVE MAGIC WHILE YOU ARE SNORING YOUR LITTLE BUTTS OFF," the teacher howled, for the pacing had taken a toll on her.

"YOU MUST DO THIS," she waved her skirts in front like some sort of possessed curtain. "THIS DANCE CAN ONLY BE MASTERED THROUGH WEEKS AND PERHAPS MONTHS OF HARD WORK, YOU KIDDIES ARE NICE BUTTON BUTTONS, SO I'M SURE YOU'LL DO WELL," she screeched, now hopping around like a slightly intimidating Judy Hopps.

(I watched Zootopia too, if you don't like that kindly knock yourself out on Miss Wood's kneecaps)

"THAT IS THE DANCE OF THE GREAT MAGICIAN SOBBETTE, AND AFTER YE DANCE YEH'LL SLEEP AND I'LL ATTACK YEH TO SEE IF IT'S GOING JUST FINEY," Miss Wood flicked her feet with her pinky finger nails. "ANY QUESTIONS? NO? GET ON WITH IT THEN AND EAT MORE CHEESE, YOU HAVE SKINNY TOES." She retreated to the corner where she leered at everyone creepily.

"KONK," Ama announced in her sleep. Luna and I shrieked and whacked her ankles with a squeaky hammer.

"DANCE, WOMEN, DANCE," Wood commanded, banging a 2 cm long twig on the side of her shoe. It broke and she retired to the toilet to grieve.

"SHALL WE DANCE," I screamed, waving my shoe in the air and hopping around on one foot.

"YOZ," Luna reeted. We waved our skirts - more trouser legs for me - in front of us and stuck our hairs out at odd angles.

Ama shrieked and jumped up. She began to dance like a pencil shaving under the Imperius curse.

"YOZ," the kid at the back reeted. That was before they ran across the room and slipped on a banana peel, falling unconscious in Miss Wood's underwear drawer.

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