Theme #13: Flagrate
Happy Eyelashes


UGHH.

Gold mumbled something dark under her breath, and the new professor looked up from her desk. "Did you say something, Miss Laksh?"

"No," Gold said, rather firmly. But, to be honest, she wanted to pick the nearest book, and FLING it at this new woman.

Sure, their questions had been a little disruptive, but not this disruptive. That woman, she had put them in detention for one week - for one, WHOLE week - and given them the task of unpacking her vast collection of books, tidying it, stacking it into new boxes, and marking each box that became full to the top.

It was sweaty work, and Gold hated it.

"Flagrate," the boy who sat at the back of her class muttered, as he marked a new box, and pushed it aside with one hand. "Heck, how many more boxes --- pass me that book, Laksh."

Gold tossed it at him, then mumbled something under her breath again. The professor looked up, once more. "Did you say anything, Miss Laksh?" she purred, quite happily.

Gold's patience snapped.

"I said thank you for the awesomely handsome partner, ma'am," she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes at the boy next to her.