A/N: hey everyone thanks for the wonderful comments! chapter 6 will be up sometime soon :) succubus, i've edited something in chapter 4 to clear things up for you :)

Paige walked briskly as she neared the Teacher's Conference Room. She checked her watch again, "Shoot, I'm seventeen minutes late." She hastened her pace, and within a couple of minutes, reached her destination.

Standing before the towering wooden doors of the conference room, Paige forced a smile as she pushed the huge door open. She marched in, trying to avoid the eyes that stared at her disapprovingly. "Hey, everyone! Sorry for coming in late! What've I missed?" She asked casually as she strode quickly toward her seat and sank into her chair beside Mrs. Winterbourne.

"A lot," a familiar female voice called out from across the room. "Forgot that there was a meeting, Miss Halliwell?"

Paige looked up and rolled her eyes. She knew to whom the icy voice belonged to all too well- it was the voice of the head of the History of WitchCraft and Wizardry Department, Regina Forlanee.

Regina Forlanee had been a professor in the Magic School for ten years, serving first under Gideon's rule before his unfortunate "resignation." In her mid-thirties, Regina had pale, white skin, red, curly hair, and icy blue eyes that Paige was certain she had seen before, and she had a temper worse than any demon and warlock that Paige had ever encountered. It was rumored that she liked to torture her students with fifty-page long examinations. Even some of the teachers tried to avoid crossing paths with her.

"And I can see why," Paige whispered to herself.

Regina had been harsh and austere on Paige the moment she entered the Magic School as a teacher. Paige hated the fact that Regina didn't recognize her as fellow teacher, but rather, as an "irresponsible child who had no real knowledge of the Craft except for brewing vanquishing potions." She also had often complained to the Council of Teachers that Paige Halliwell was always "too easy on her class and didn't challenge them to their fullest." According to Regina's report about her, Paige's tests were too easy that blindfolded ten-year olds could answer them perfectly. She had also commented on how Paige lacked the proper training and initiative to handle and discipline her class.

"Well, why don't we try switching classes and see if she can handle a class of adolescents and last a whole day without trying to pull all of her hair off!" she had muttered to Mrs. Winterbourne when the older teacher gave her a heads-up about the report that Regina Forlanee had sent to the Council about her.

Inhaling the fragrant scent that was coming off from the frankincense incense that coiled on the center of the table, Paige glanced up past the long, rectangular, rosewood table and looked Regina Forlanee straight in the eye.

"How could I?" Paige said sweetly, "When it's dear old Regina's turn to speak. Oh, please, do carry on!" She blinked innocently and gave the scowling teacher her biggest smile. She waved her hand, "Well?"

Regina Forlanee glared at her, holding Paige's gaze unwaveringly; shooting Paige an icy stare with her cold, blue eyes. Without averting her gaze, she spoke again, her voice echoing through the huge room. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted," she squinted angrily, "we need to...."

Paige returned the older teacher's gaze without flinching. She could feel her anger rise to her head, causing her blood to boil again. She resisted the urge to orb the infamous "Witch Bitch" to an angry volcano, and sacrifice her to a malevolent Volcano God.

Paige's gaze began to dwindle as she felt a hand on her shoulders, snapping her back to reality. She hesitantly looked back, slowly taking her gaze off the angry teacher.

Paige was relieved to see the round, pudgy face of Mrs. Wheatcliffe, one of the teachers who taught Astral Projection 101, smiling at her softly. As if sensing her thoughts, the stout teacher whispered, "Don't let her get to you, Paige. Almost all of us here have thought of sending her to another dimension."

Upon hearing this, Paige's mood lightened and chuckled at Mrs. Wheatcliffe's joke. "Why don't you and me drag her off to the Underworld and see if she can boss those demons around?" She snickered softly again.

"Tempting," Mrs. Wheatcliffe snickered along, a huge smile on her face, clearly liking the thought of Regina Forlanee being surrounded by demons.

The two teachers giggled quietly; Paige was thankful that there were teachers like Mrs. Winterbourne and Mrs. Wheatcliffe around. Both of them were the two of the few teachers who had helped Paige get around the school when she first came to teach at the school five months ago. However, her thoughts were interrupted by the raspy voice of the speaker, who was calling out to them from across the room.

"Miss Halliwell!" Regina's steely voice called out angrily, "For the third time, would you care to share to the rest of the room what you and Melanie find so funny?"

Paige's mood darkened again. "I've had it with this bitch," she thought to herself.

"No, what Melanie and I think is between the two of us. Why don't we continue with this conference, Regina?" Paige glared, daring the enraged teacher to fight back.

The two women eyed each other, measuring each other's capabilities, physically and magically. After a tense second, Regina withdrew the fierce look on her face looked back at the board behind her, an eraser erasing the chalk off by itself, as if being used by an invisible hand. Walking toward the board, Regina picked up a chalk and began to scribble on the board, white chunks of the chalk falling down on the floor as she wrote heavily.

Nodding her head in disbelief, Paige sighed, feeling that this won't be the last from the dread Regina "Witch Bitch" Forlanee.