Originally Posted by Ratel

Arrick made a face, the first memories coming to mind being of oversized cornish pixies, a giant man with an even further inflated ego, and a class half-dissolved into student fighting over the werewolf status of their professor. Nevermind the werewolf thing to begin with. "Drop Astronomy," he finally advised, taking a gulp of milk and a final bite of messy toast. He was getting buttered fingerprints all over the glass, but it didn't concern him. "He ernt teachin' anything proper. It's all a joke, it is. Wonder why he ernt sacked yet, but the staff's all balmy so maybe they think it ernt odd, havin' a big tosser teach stuff he knows nothin' about. Vomited all over the class, he did." Arrick scrunched up his nose at the memory.

"Better not get sick either since the nurse ernt do anythin' much but bake cookies," he muttered, more to himself than Kylie. "This place is a joke, it is. Nurses playin' at bein' bakers."