Mr Ott was coming toward her! If he got any closer he would see. “ Miss Blight? Was there something you wanted? ”Īmity froze, just about to slide off her chair. Basha and the others were first out the door, as usual. Her classmates chatted and laughed as they got up and left. She stacked her notes, put away her pen - pen bits - then pretended to dig around in her bag for something. Though the thought of being tardy made her guts churn with pre-emptive guilt. That wouldn ’ t leave her with much of a time window until the next lesson, but she ’ d rather be tardy than ridiculed. She would have to wait until everyone else had left. But then the realization hit her leaving quickly would leave her chair exposed. It would be better to be quick out the door, then there wouldn ’ t be so many people in the corridors - she ’ d be able to get to the bathroom faster! She began raking her things into her bag. While her classmates packed away their things, Amity did a quick calculation in her head. Where had the last minute and a half gone?! The school bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. I ’ ll be Amity ‘ Terrible Moon Time Pun ’ Blight! It ’ ll be just like with Esmeralda ‘ Moon Pants ’ Rockwell. Maybe it was fine, maybe it was just a little bit? Then she felt the dampness creep. She couldn ’ t see anything on her leggings. The pen in her hand creaked her knuckles were bone white. tightening? Followed by a bubbling sensation of movement and then. ![]() Step three: take one fermented esegrat liver and chop it fine, then put to one side. But what was a little pain? Her cheeks flushed with heat. Step three: take one pickled - no, fermented - esegrat liver. Anyway, step two! Add two dashes (another stupid, outdated term) of essence of nightshade and stir vigorously until a purple paste is achieved. A goodly pinch - bah! It had taken her ages to find an accurate measurement for that old, outdated term. Step one: take a goodly pinch of fermented madcap powder and add it to your abomination container. Recite how to create a basic abomination. She noticed she was breathing too loudly - or was it fine?ĭon ’ t do anything to draw attention to yourself! Look at the clock! Breathe! Don ’ t. You ’ re okay, it ’ s okay! Nobody knows your moon time started in the middle of class! Nobody will know! Top student Amity Blight is not, I repeat not, going to embarrass herself today! Nnnope! She was letting her thoughts run away with her. Nothing weird about that! People should wash their hands more often! How could people not wash their hands after going to the bathroom, anyway?! Absolutely gross. If anyone asked why she could say she needed to wash her hands! Yeah, wash her hands ! She would get up, gather her things, then leave and head straight for the bathroom. She could do five more minutes, of course she could! Five more minutes and she would get up, calmly, and gather her things like she always did, and then she would leave the classroom, equally calmly, drop off her things at her locker, maybe exchange a few words with her friends - no. ![]() Her eyes were glued to the clock at the front of the class. Please be kind in the comments section.Īmity stared straight ahead, not taking in a word her teacher was saying. Question: Two period related fics in less than a week? What the what?Īnswer: This month is really kicking my ass, cramps wise. Slight AU where Lilith Clawthorne is a teacher at Hexside. This story is set a few months before the episode Covention. Will she manage to escape school without anyone finding out? Her dignity and sterling reputation are on the line. A bloody disaster strikes Amity Blight during a lesson.
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