"No, I can't be expelled." Raven insisted again.

"Yes, you can and you are." The principal replied.

"I haven't done anything. You have no reason, no right to expel me." She tried to reason with him.

She had spent one month in the orphanage finding a foster home in Jump, and then another week convincing the family she wasn't dangerous. If she was expelled all that work was for naught, worse, unimaginably worse, she would be moved even further from her family—the titans.

"I have every right to expel you. You cursed a teacher!" this fight had been going back and forth for an hour now and frankly if the principle weren't scared of Raven, she'd have been escorted off the campus a while ago.

"Not literally." Raven tried to explain, frustrated by the man's ignorance of magic.

"That doesn't matter." He continues not fully believing her. "You spoke angrily—at a teacher—in a demonic language."

"It wasn't, ok it was demonic but nothing I said could be anything worse than a few day suspension." The attempted compromise didn't take.

"That maybe so—but we have nothing but your word to verify what it was that you said. You gave it a valiant effort ms. Allen—the expulsion stands." Raven could feel the fear pulsing out of the man and his aura was a sick watery mustard color. Still he stood his ground, he cared for his job and the safety of the school. Raven could respect that. But she didn't have to do it happily.

--------Flashback--------

Raven picked her head up after 20 minutes of the teacher droning on and on about china's auto industry. Slowly, lazily she raised her hand.

"Yes ms. Allen?"

Why will no one here call me Raven? " Sorry to interrupt your…uh…. tangent, but I thought we were studying Russia." The class laughed.

"I will see you after class young lady." The purple haired bitch, the one teaching that is, (some sort of dying accident.) snapped back. The classed "hoed."

After the class was dismissed, some 3 minutes after the bell, Raven approached the front desk.

"Raven," she started in a motherly way that wasn't fooling any one. "I'm concerned…since your…special ness, has been made public, you haven't been showing any emotion at all."

She does know. Raven thought almost angrily. All the teachers know.

"Frankly," she continued as thought it hadn't occurred to her that emotion might be a touchy subject. "It is starting to effect your work…this position paper. It was very well written," she said motioning to the impromptu on her desk. "But it lacked and 'oomph.' You need to feel things Raven, and convey them." She ended as though this were advice any person would be glad to have. And she was in fact, in her mind, doing the world a favor by conveying it."

"voi fmdmina stupido arohgante, non avete dea che cdoa meddlingcon. ovredi trametgerlo a un'ltzra dixmenioene."

With in seconds the teacher was on the phone. "Security, yes immediately… I just got called a name and I don't even know what it means. I think it might have been a real curse…" there was a pause. "Yes, the new girl."

"If you wanted to know what I was saying," Raven began…her demonic vestige was beginning to show threw, first thing to change was her voice and the fear that trigger in the teacher was…. delicious. "All you had to do… was ask… it means, "You stupid arrogant bitch, you have no idea what you're meddling with. I should send you to another dimension."

Quickly Raven got the worse of her anger under control but she got the felling there would be no mediation in her near future.

-----Back-----

"You're really willing to do this?" Raven asked. Slowly the principal nodded. She took a deep breath to steady her self. " Than this is my good bye." The Black Raven appeared and wrapped it wings around her and she was gone.

She reappeared, slightly worn form the travel; in the bedroom of her foster family.

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The "demonic" speak is really Italian with a few random changes. I thought that a romantic, Latin sounding language would be good but obviously couldn't use it straight.