Waka Laka
It was a hot day in the middle of September, sunlight filtering through the musty windows of the ninth period biology classroom. Raye West sat at her desk at the back of the room, her head on her hand and her eyes out of focus. She seemed to be in a state of reverie, but Raye was actually thinking of a much more important matter than the epidermis of a plant leaf: the whereabouts of Lord Voldemort.
Out of nowhere, it seemed, came a sleek black panther. It pawed its way into the Biology classroom, and began weaving in between desks. It was heading right for the back, where Raye was sitting. She stared at it, evidently in disbelief, although she was the only one doing so. Perhaps it was the air of the boredom throughout the class, but no one else seemed to notice that an overlarge black cat had walked into a highshool classroom. Raye sat up straight and tucked her short brown hair behind her ears as the panther stopped in front of her desk.
"Hello, Hermione." Raye said, grinning. The panther merely growled and nodded.
"Sorry, Bob," Raye stood up, addressing the teacher, who looked up from his reference book inquisitively, "but I've got to take this." And without waiting for a response, Raye herself transformed into a fierce looking lioness, following Hermione out the door. It was time.
..."Ouch- come on," Raye muttered, pulling her crutch out from under the desk. The bell signaling the end of the day had just rung, and Raye was eager to get out of school—although she had missed a lot of the day already. She limped down the stairs and was heading in the direction of her locker when somebody tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hi, Raye!"
It was Zita, Raye's short, smiley, eccentric friend from childhood. Although Raye wasn't exactly in the mood for Zita's lost sense of reality, it was nice to turn around and see someone who didn't have their wand in your face, shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"
"Hey, Zi," she responded. They began to walk down the hallway.
"So how was the war?" Zita asked, hitching her bag higher up onto her shoulder.
"Pretty good," Raye said, shrugging.
"That's cool..." Zita nodded. "Wanna go out for ice cream?"
"Okay!"