Brockhall High

[Lord Daskar]

Actually it's robotic sir, here's the remote.

* Lord Daskar goes to class.

[LT Sandpaw]

Does this High School offer lessons in being a Professional Snitch?

[Ashleg]

Yeah, Sandy, that's why I'm here.

[Russa Nodrey]

*Walks in* Um...am I in the right class? I don't know my way around...I'm new here... *Nervously clutches my books*

[Dotti Dillworthy]

*hurls crumpled paper at Russa* Hey! Same here, I've just entered this class...

[Groddil]

Ashleg, report to the detention room after school. Dotti, follow the others to Ms Sling's classroom. Ah, Russa...The bane of my existence...Follow the others, and please try not to cause trouble this time...

[Dotti Dillworthy]

*salute* Aye aye, Cap'n...I mean, Principal! *giggle*

*picks up flute and plays a Broadway tune; then gathers everyone in a march to Miss Jukka's room, a la "Pied Piper of Hamelin" style*

[Hickory]

That would be "a la" with a space.

And I dare say a viola would provide much better sound production than a flute.

[Dotti Dillworthy]

*pauses playing, then erases the mistake and rewrites on portable white board* Oh, but that is the only instrument I currently have. And I can't afford yet a viola...

[Jetthebinturong]

Do you offer classes in teleport-murder?

[Dotti Dillworthy]

Teleport-murder? You mean, lightning-fast traveling while putting someone's lights off?

[Aimless Gallivanter]

[Groddil]

"What was that Jet? Hmm, I guess we can open up a slot for it, nobody ever chooses to take Life Skills anyway."

* Professor Groddil raises an eyebrow at Ashleg.

"Did you just insult me? Sorry, Ashleg, but I'm not just a teacher anymore. Go on, tell me why you were late..."

[Ashleg]

Detention's for losers!
See ya, Teach, I'm cuttin' class!

* Ashleg chucks a rock at Groddil and then runs out of the room

[Aimless Gallivanter]

@Ashleg are you joining me in skipping class? we should make t-shirts

TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL