"Nessa, wake up. You'll be late for class," I said pulling the covers off of Nessa's bed. "Being late for class so early in the year is not a good way to keep your grades up." She buried her face in her pillow, murmuring.

"I don't care about my grades..." I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, fine. Your reputation then. I know you care about that." I pulled her pillow halfway off her face then realized I was touching HER PILLOW, which was a monstrous ruffly pink bag of fluff. Disgusted, I let go.

"What time is it?" She mumbled trying to hide under her pillow again. Then I had a wonderful idea...

"Noon." I lied.

I never saw Nessa get out of bed, in and out of the bathroom, and ready for her classes so incredibly fast. I started to laugh hysterically as I gathered my books, but Nessa was too busy to even pay attention. I pulled my long hair into a messy bun and let my bangs fall across my face. I checked myself out in the mirror, and winked.

"Gotcha," I said. "Hey Ness, what time is it now?" Then I waited for a moment...

"YOU LIAR!" Nessa called, "It's only seven thirty! Why would you DO that?!"

"How else was I supposed to get you out of bed? Hahaha... Now you have twenty minutes to get dressed, do your hair and make-up, and another five to gather you books. You can thank me later." I said walking to the door, "I'll see you in class, Ness. Bye!" I left her there, and she was mad at me. I have to say, I wasn't sorry. I was actually very pleased with myself, and feeling very sassy because of it.

-First class of the Day-

"Sorcery! SORCERY! That is the correct term, not 'witchy powers'," Mamma Yackle was practically shrieking at me. I guess she heard my sarcastic comment I had made about the class under my breath the moment before. Well the old crone isn't deaf. I might as well speak out loud then.

"Well, I'm not usually one for technicalities, but I'll do my best to remember that." I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. I saw Nessa's head drop to her desk a couple seats ahead of me. I heard it too; it sounded like it hurt. She really needs to stop doing that. While I'm thinking this, the teacher was fuming.

"Ms. Filía! I certainly hope that you understand that mouth of yours won't be tolerated in this class."

"That's my personality Ms. - ahem, pardon me - Mamma Yackle. I can't simply turn it off."

I still can't believe she wants us to call her Mamma. How eccentric is that? I mean, I guess it would make sense for her to be eccentric; a lot of old school witches usually are. But calling her "mamma" was obviously not going to help me at this point. She was glaring at me because of my last comment. Then she began to speak to me again.

"Well, dearie, why don't you try my solution? It really is quite simple: Keep your bratty little mouth SHUT until you're CALLED upon. Are we clear?!" This time she was shrieking, and directly into my ear.

"Crystal." She glared at me for another moment, and in glared right on back. Then, unexpectedly, she turned her back in me and walked up to the front of the class and picked up where she had left off before I opened my big mouth.

The witchy power class - excuse me - SORCERY was about stuff we were all relatively familiar with. Today was just a review of things most of us were fairly adequate at, like levitating things. Which was pretty fun, actually. One of the guys in the class levitated one of the girls and she freaked out and got motion sickness and threw up all over Mamma Yackle's desk. That wasn't the best part of the hour, though, even if that's hard to believe. You see, a new guy walked in late to class. Mamma Yackle didn't like that very much. Not much at all.

"Ah, and who is this?" She said as the guy walked in. He stopped in his tracks, obviously hoping to sneak in unnoticed and find a seat quietly. He smiled nervously and told the class his name.

"Hello, my name is Liir. Sorry I'm, uh, kind of late. I was in the office and I -"

"Mr. Liir, how nice of you to join us. And, how convenient, you're already standing. Why don't you show the class how to levitate a book?" She said.

"I- I can't do that. I just got here and I haven't had any practice, I'm not prepared -"

"You didn't read the homework?" She snapped at the poor guy. He obviously couldn't have read the homework if he just got here. He wouldn't have even been assigned the homework. Duh.

"No ma'am, like I said, I just got here today so-" And, again, Mamma Yackle cut him off.

"Detention!" She pounded her desk with her fist, forgetting about the junk that one girl had so generously deposited there earlier. She noticed, then wiped her hand on her dress. "UGH," she made a face, then added, "But first I want you to clean up this mess. Now get to it!" Liir's faced turned white, then red, then this sickly gray color. Obviously cleaning up someone else's barf wasn't up his alley.

"Seriously, give the guy a break." I said.

"Did you say something?" Mamma Yackle turned to me, batting her eyelashes (well, the few she had, anyway) and obviously meaning for me to back off and mind my own business. Too bad for her, I was about to make this my business.

"He just got to the University today. Today! He somehow managed to get all set up, and even got into the first class of the day, to be taught by you, and you're going to give him detention for it." Mamma Yackle stared at me, smiling this really creepy smile, not saying a word for at least a full minute. Then she calmly spoke, looking me directly in the eyes.

"Detention for you both." And then the bell rang, and I was able to escape her rather unsettling gaze. I was the first one out of there, followed by Nessa and this guy Liir I had just gotten detention for. He nearly smacked into me as I tried to get past him to leave for lunch.

"Ah, why don't you be careful and watch where you're going?" And then I was gone. Didn't stop the guy from trying though, in his sad, pitiful way.

"Thank you for... that… Miss… Well! She didn't even tell me her name. Hah," Liir stared after me as a practically flew down the hallway.

"Filía."

"Oh uh, pardon me?" Liir turned to see the pretty girl standing behind him, who had just spoken to him.

"Her name is Filía. Mine is Nessa. I'm her little sister." She smiled at him. Dazzling, he thought. Then his mind went back to the other girl, this Filía, the one who had just risked her butt for him for no reason, then totally blew him off a moment ago. He sighed. Some people...

"Is she always like that?" He asked Filía's pretty sister, wondering if she would ever give a guy like himself the time of day. Probably not, he thought. But when she took his arm and smiled at him again, he thought that maybe he was wrong.

"Only on a bad day," Nessa said. "Now, I normally sit with Filía during lunch. But since she has abandoned me, and I hate to eat alone, would you like to accompany me today?" And what do you think Liir's answer to that was?

-Detention-

When I walked into the classroom, lo and behold, Dr. Slye was the supervisor during the detention hour. You know, it's bad enough that Nessa drools over him...but it looks like she isn't the only one with a crush on him: Some red head looks like she's about to jump over the desk and... Well, you get the picture.

After my quick observation I took a seat at one of the desks and pulled out my book. The red head was still standing on the opposite side of the desk, talking to Dr. Slye in low tones when Liir walked in.

"Hi." He said once he reached my desk.

"You're welcome. Now please, let me read."

"Sorry, um, and thanks, I guess," he mumbled, sitting down in the desk next to me. After a few moments he spoke up again, much to my annoyance, "Ahem. Ah, Filìa, what's the homework that I need to catch up on in Sorcery?"

"There isn't any." I didn't even bother to look up from my book. "We just learned about levitation today."

Then I heard Dr. Slye cough very abruptly and raise his voice at least two octaves. He sounded like a teenage boy going through puberty. "Alethea!" I looked up subtly, moving only my eyes so I could see his face. The red head (Alethea, presume) leaned over the desk and crooned,"Zedekiah, please, can we just talk about it?" She reached out to touch his face and he recoiled. She pulled her arm back, breathing in sharply and glaring at him, obviously hurt. He took a deep breath, glanced over at me, then said, "There's nothing to talk about. Now please, take your seat."

I returned my eyes to my book as Alethea walked away from the doctor's desk and over to... Mine... What is she doing? I wondered, resisting the urge to look up at her. She was just standing there, with her arms crossed and her hip sticking out. I thought I was back home when Nessa discovered she had an attitude. Only Nessa had been four and it had been kind of cute. This girl? Not cute. Therefore I paid no attention to her.

"Hello?" She waved her hands in front of my face."You going to move or what?"

I had no desire to speak to this bratty red head named Alethea so I just kept on reading and ignored her. That is, until she dared to snatch my book from me. I took a brief moment to collect my angry thoughts and held my breath for an instant. It took every muscle in my body contracting and pulling together to keep me from leaping over the desk and murdering her. I slowly looked up into her eyes. They were green, and didn't have the nicest light in them. She looked kind of like an angry cat.

"Did you say something?" I asked, gritting my teeth.

"Yes. I did. That's. My. Seat," She said, pronouncing each word deliberately and carefully, as if I couldn't understand her otherwise. She clutched my book to her chest.

"Your name wasn't on it so I suggest you find a new one," I said, somehow managing not to explode.

Alethea whirled around to complain to Dr. Slye, who immediately shut her down with a disapproving look. She turned back around to me, slammed the book onto my desk, and angrily walked to the back of the room, taking her seat there.

I picked my book back up and continued to read, as if nothing exciting had just happened. That is, until there was another disturbance of the peace. Only this time it was the supervisor, Dr. Zedekiah Slye.

"That's not a school book, Filìa." I hadn't noticed, I thought. The nerve of this guy. Really? I'm trying to read here. I kept reading, ignoring him.

"So, what exactly are you reading, Filía?" I sighed, looking up at him. He had put his own book down, and was staring at me intently, his chin resting on his folded hands.

"History, much more interesting than the lesson you gave yesterday." I said, keeping eye contact. He didn't even blink.

"Are you saying that I am a boring teacher?"

"Yes. Now, do you mind?" I asked lifting my book.

"Not at all, please, go on reading. I would hate to bore you," Dr. Slye said with a grin. He looked like a child, laughing at his own joke. Only he didn't laugh, not out loud anyway. He laughed with his eyes; they sparkled when he smiled like that. It was contagious, and I couldn't help it, I smiled back. But only for an instant. The next moment my nose was once again buried in my book.

I heard Alethea scoff at his response, but other than that the rest of the hour was quiet and uneventful, just the way I like it. As soon as we were able to leave I was the first one out of the door. I think I may have heard some one call my name, but I didn't care enough to go back. I mean, sure, I was only on my way to Healing class, but I didn't want to stay in that room any longer than I had to; I wouldn't want to have to deal with Alethea again. Healing class, which was uneventful, happened to be the last class of the day because, for whatever reason, History class with Docter Zedekiah Slye was cancelled...

I got two chapters up! With the help of a friend/editor, so I can't take all the credit. My friend/editor will be helping throughout the story. I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did. :)