Chapter 4: Hecate
"Janet Smith, please bring me that note now," Mrs. Skywalkler said without turning from the black board. The offender walked slowly from the back of the class and places the note on her front desk. "We'll talk after class."
"Yes, ma'am."
Jag couldn't believe Janet actually thought she'd get away with passing a note in class. Though she left her hair loose, wore casual clothes and was generally easy going, Mrs. Skywalker was one of the strictest teachers at the school. Even Jaina Solo pretended to pay attention to her. Were it not for the fact that Mrs. Skywalker was the wife of Headmaster Skywalker (a once rebellion leader against Dictator Palpatine), Jag would believe her to have been a spy for the former dictator because of her unreal ability to know everything that was going on in the classroom - including, Jag thought at times, her students thoughts.
"Today, we will continue reading Act III of Macbeth." Mrs. Skywalker began assigning parts to the class, and Jag couldn't help but smirk when Jaina Solo was assigned Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. "Jaina, since you seem so enthused," Mrs. Skywalker said sarcastically, "You can stand in front of the class to read your lines."
Jaina got up without hesitation and stood in front of the class and waited for her character's monologue. She seemed unperturbed by having everyone stare at her. didn't she get how foul-looking she was, dressed in black everywhere she could? Jag couldn't believe that just a few days ago he actually considered her somewhat pretty. So, she looked good in a bikini, that didn't change the horrendous visage, destructive behavior, and bitchy attitude she had the rest of the time -
"Have I not reason, beldams as you are, saucy and overbold?" Jaina's harsh words cut through Jag's thoughts.
She continued her monologue, and to Jag's complete confusion, she never once looked at her book. She recited Hecate's speech to the witches without faltering. Though she spoke as if she was completely bored by it, Jag could tell it was an act. A few times she slipped up and put inflection in her voice, and throughout, Jag could hear her accentuate every stressed syllable of the iambic pentameter.
After she was finished, she sat back in her seat, and Mrs. Skywalker had the class continue as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. And Jag had the strangest feeling that he was the only one who thought that it was out of the ordinary.
Next Chapter: "The Captain"