Evangeline let this boy run his class for the first day. Truth be told, with how excited these girls were, it would probably be the only time he was fully in charge of them. They would run him ragged soon enough. He would not even see it coming.

So she would give him one day.

She yawned and slumped forward onto her desk again.

The two girls in front of her exchanged whispers and giggled.

She closed her eyes.

He might not even have that one class.

Evangeline opened her eyes again as the bell rang and the girls began to pack their things up.

She sat up slowly and smoothed down her hair as they began to hurry out of the classroom. Her eyes were plastered to their new boy teacher. Currently, he was making a feeble attempt to shout over all the ruckus of the class stampeding out. He gave up without much of a fight, causing Evangeline to scowl. Great. He lacked a backbone, just like Negi did when he first arrived.

What a bother.

At least she would get some fun out of getting him to show that spine.

She stood as the last girl exited and he shut the door behind her. The boy let out a sigh and placed his head against the door. He was so defeated looking already. What a joke. This kid wouldn't last a week without any sort of intervention.

Perhaps a direct approach was more suited this time.

Evangeline walked away from her desk, slowly making her way down to the door.

Marten looked up and spotted her. Out from under his arm came that folder he had walked in with. He began to mutter under his breath as he searched it.

Evangeline cracked her knuckles in both hands and held them loosely at her sides.

Marten looked up. One of his eyebrows were raised at her

Evangeline stopped moving and put on her best "innocent" smile. She held a hand out to the folder he was holding. "Let me guess. Takamichi said to call him if I became a problem?" She dropped the smile. "Things might get messy if you get Takamichi involved, boy."

Marten stepped away from the door and planted himself, feet spread evenly apart. "What are you talking about, McDowell, was it?" He raised an eyebrow. "I assure you I can handle whatever childish pranks you're planning-"

"Lic lac la-" Evangeline began.

Marten's eyes widened and he held a hand out at her.

Good. At least he could recognize an activation keyword.

"Ab aeterno, poss ad es-" He spat out.

He was quick too.

But she was quicker.

Evangeline smirked and dropped the incantation. In one fluid motion, she sprung the remaining ten feet to him and grabbed his outstretched arm with both hands. The boy froze mid-recitation, horror written all over his face as he stared down at her.

"Too slow." She remarked, before heaving him upwards. She flipped him over her shoulder by his arm, flinging him at the back wall of the classroom.

He hit it was a loud, sickening "thump", followed by another as he hit the floor.

Evangeline turned on her heel and marched back to him.

He was groaning as he picked himself off the floor. Evangeline seized him by his coat's collar and hauled him to his feet. The boy looked down at her, dazed. She smirked at him.

The dazed look vanished from his face and was replaced by anger.

"What are you?" He spat.

Evangeline shrugged. "One of your problem students."

"Ab aeterno, posse ad-"

Evangeline smacked him across the face with one hand and he suddenly stopped. He blinked a few times, mouthing the word "ow". Evangeline lifted him off the ground by his collar.

Marten shook his head, probably to forget the stinging sensation she had just left him with.

"Ab aeterno, posse ad-" He started again, even faster.

Evangeline slapped him across the other cheek with the back of his hand.

He stopped again, face twisting in pain.

"Gah! Ow ow ow! Cut it out, you little monster!"

Evangeline rolled her eyes. "You cut it out, moron. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have started doing it by now."

She shoved him against the wall again and let go. He slunk against it, breathing heavily. Evangeline tossed her hair and lifted his face by the chin with one hand.

He stared at her, angry. He had to be angry. She probably broke one of his ribs.

"What… what the hell was all that for? What are you?"

Evangeline pinched his cheek with her free hand.

"I think it's obvious that I'm in charge here, so shut up. Why are you here?"

Marten glowered at her. He was really angry. Evangeline was quite pleased with herself. This was proving to be almost as fun as when she dragged Negi's backbone out of him. At least this boy had the decency to try to attack her the moment he realized what she was doing.

The boy shoved her hand away from his face and stood properly. He had to be a foot taller than her at least. That probably stung worse than anything she had just done to him.

"I'm here for training. To become a magister magi." He tried to stand and winced in pain. He clutched his side. Evangeline probably did break one of his ribs. Good. That would make this all go about quicker.

Wait. He was here for his training?

She stared at him in silence.

"What?" Marten rubbed his side. He looked down. "Oh thank god, it's just bruised."

"How old are you?"

"I already told the whole class."

"I was asleep." He seized his shoulder and squeezed hard, digging her fingers into him. His face twisted in agony again. "Humor me."

"F-F-Fourteen!" He groaned.

Evangeline let him go. "You graduated four years ago and you're just now starting to work off your probationary contract? What gives?"

Marten just glowered at her, his mouth clamped shut.

"And you can't even defend yourself? What kind of mage are you?" She flicked him in the forehead. "You're pathetic!"

Marten smacked her hand out of the way. "Just because I took longer to graduate, doesn't mean I'm bad at magic! I excelled at combat magic, I'll have you know!"

Evangeline just stared at him, dumbstruck.

"Cut it out! Stop staring at me like that!"

"You just graduated?" Evangeline questioned.

"That's what I just said!"

"So you're a moron."

Marten glared at her. "I excelled at combat magic."

"Oh, Sensei…" She mocked, patting him on the cheek. "I just threw you over my shoulder like a little rag doll. I don't think you saying you're good at combat-based magic would really count. I would destroy you without magic before you uttered a single incantation."

Marten stood his ground.

Evangeline hopped onto her desk and plopped down. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, her trademark evil little smirk playing on her face. "You wouldn't stand a chance."

Marten's shoulders slumped.

"What do you want?"

Evangeline sighed wistfully. "Oh, nothing yet, Caruthers-sensei. At least, nothing from you. The last time we had a young teacher-"

"Oh will everyone stow it with that? I know already. I got the same stupid diploma as him." Marten spat, shoving off from the wall.

Evangeline raised an eyebrow. "You got the same diploma as… That's unusual."

"I know it is. The Magus told me himself it was unusual." He was clutching his side. "But if you're the dark omens that he was talking about being on the horizon, then just know I won't go down without-"

"Oh shut up, moron. He's not talking about me."

Marten clamped his jaw shut. Oh, he practically hated her. This was wonderful. A much better turn than Negi's feel good take care of his students approach.

Evangeline hopped off her desk and strolled to the door.

"Looks like I was right. Things are definitely going to be fun now that you're here." She opened the door, and gave Marten one last look. He was still glaring, rubbing his bruised side.

"What are you talking about?"

Evangeline smiled. "Oh, nothing. Have a good day, Sensei."

She slid the door shut behind her.