"Alune!" Miss Reids' voice was shrill as it cut through the quiet murmur of the classroom, "What do you think you're doing?!" Despite her age, her eyes were still cuttingly clear and she could still hold forth like a drill sergeant.
My head came up several desks away from my partner and I's workstation and I peered up through rogue strands of my straight, positively orange hair. "I'm sorry ma'am, I dropped my foci, I've got it now though," I held the small red chip of stone up sheepishly. Under her glare and the giggles of my fellow classmates I slunk back to my desk and my partner who looked like he'd rather eat a worm than look at me. Mactab. Or rather Lord Mactab, the dashing dark-haired rosario of the upper classmen, and his disdain for commoners was legendary, second only to his distaste for the untalented; both of which described me to a tee. I shot a desperate look at Stasia and Catena but they weren't looking my way, rather concentrating on cooperating to levitate their feather