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Sugar, Spice, and Every Vice (Part 2)Part 2: Every Vice
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Chin Tao was supposed to go straight home from the Pre-Academy, but home appealed to her about as much mongoose-dragon liver (with fire onions) for dinner, so instead she dropped by the Boys' Pre-Academy, casually drifted into the crowds coming out of the school, and waited to see how long it would take them to realize there was a girl in their midst.
The stupid boys never caught on. Well, maybe they were stupid, or maybe Chin Tao was just that good at being a (pretty) boy.
When the amusement wore off and the boys started organizing a swordball game, she finally made her way home. There was no such thing as locked doors in the Capital, so she walked right through the front portal of her family's mansion. Supposedly, they used to have servants around to open doors and cook dinner, back when she had been a baby, but there were no servants now. When Mother was feeling coherent, she said that servants were too gossipy, that you couldn't trust them. But if that was
Sugar, Spice, and Every Vice (Part 1)Part 1: Sugar and Spice
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The first day of every school term at the Royal Fire Pre-Academy for Girls was always such a wonderful experience for Instructor Daoshi. She got to meet a new group of bright young ladies who would grow under her care to be the future leaders of the Fire Nation. Discovering their budding personalities would make the hours of patient instruction fly by, and seeing their strengths and interests blossom in the classroom was the all the reward Daoshi wanted for her service.
And this year, the Princess Azula would be starting school, right in Daoshi's class!
What could be better?
It was fifteen minutes until class would begin, and the Pre-Academy's students were assembling in the courtyard outside. Alone in her classroom, Daoshi straightened her robes and hummed a little tune (the Fire Nation anthem, because it was the only music that wasn't at least mildly illegal, probably because it had no lyrics and you couldn't dance to it, even in clogs). She wanted to l