It was the last lesson of the day, and Alison was not sure whether her first magic lesson with Mrs. Foster was going to take place after school, or not. She did not really want to go; then again, she was curious as to what was going to be taught.
“—and if you take a look at this pyramid here, you will see how fantastic these tombs were made,” Mrs. Bragshaw smiled, as she pointed a pen at the picture that was being projected to the class on a white screen.
Alison looked at the picture, but felt no joy over it, while Sarah scribbled on a bit of scrap paper, yawning every now and then, due to being in a dark, stuffy room.
“Does anyone know what was kept in these tombs?” Mrs. Bragshaw asked excitedly.
A few hands shot up, and with the pen she was using, Mrs. Bragshaw pointed to a student.
“So boring,” Sarah whispered, “who cares about a manky bit of cloth in a big building?” Sarah groaned, letting out a louder than usual yawn, which made the teacher look up.
“Keeping you up are we?” Mrs. Bragshaw asked sternly, her light wrinkled face frowning at Sarah with annoyance.
“No Miss?” mumbled Sarah.
“Well, keep your yawns to yourself and listen to the lesson. You will have exams soon and if you don’t know the questions, you won’t know the answers,” Mrs. Bragshaw hollered, and turned back to the screen, which was now showing jars of body parts that were pickled.
“I thought it was when we were in our last year that we had exams?” Sarah whispered to Alison, who too had not been listening to the teacher.
“Dunno, maybe we do one of those little tests,” replied Alison dryly.
“Girls, will you pay attention; one more outburst then you will go to your form teacher,” Mrs. Bragshaw pointed out angrily.
The girls looked at each other smiling, as they knew Mrs. Foster was not going to be there to set up lines for them.
Simon and William were sitting behind Alison and Sarah. Simon took great interest at the teacher’s threat and decided to provoke her once more. He slid down in his chair so that his foot could reach the back legs of Sarah’s chair, and began kicking it. Sarah turned around glaring at him, mouthing at him to stop. However, Simon grinned evilly at his victim, and kicked the chair even harder.
“You little—” Sarah shouted.
“SARAH, OUT OF THIS CLASS NOW!” Mrs. Bragshaw shouted in her best teacher’s voice.
Sarah got up angrily, pushing Simon on the way out of the classroom, and slammed the door so hard, that the pictures on the wall in the room blew up like a mini-whirlwind, before settling back down on to the wall momentarily.
“Anymore behaviour like that and I will personally set punishment out for you all,” Mrs. Bragshaw threatened the class, who looked at her with dread.
Alison looked at the door. She felt sorry for her friend who was standing on the other side of it. She turned her gaze to Simon, who in return stared back. However, when she’d done her private threat to the boy and was ready to turn back around, she found she could not take her...