Scene One -- Alchemy Class

Ms. Herro drones on and on in the front of the classroom. She mixes several liquids, presenting the small golden nugget to the class with pride. "This, children, is the mark of a true alchemist - being able to create gold!" she triumphantly declares. Ugh, she's full of herself. You didn't come to this academy for alchemy! You're a wizard, for crying out loud!

> Obviously you came so you could learn to shoot FIREBALLS.
> Obviously you came so you could learn to summon DEMONS.

...Which one is it, again?
> Demons.

Of course you're a summoner, my bad.
Well, thankfully it looks like class is over! You run out of the room, grateful to escape Herro's halls.

Scene Two -- Hallway

You have only a few minutes before botany. Ugh. It's a dreadful class, and you're still feeling under-the-weather. Those screaming pox were horrible. Couldn't get a wink of sleep.

> You're almost tempted to SKIP CLASS.
> You'll just have to TOUGH IT OUT.
> You would love to POSSESS those dumb plants with leaf demons.

A penny for your thoughts.
> Skip class.

You're too cool for this school stuff. It's not like you haven't played hooky before, either.
You veer off-course, heading back towards the practice arena.

Scene Three -- Confrontation

Someone's shoulder clips yours, and you trip. You turn angrily, fingers automatically tracing a pentagram. "Watch where you're going!"
I look back at you, quite displeased. "You watch where you're going."
You growl. "You wanna go?" I twist around. "Oh, a fight? Yes, please; anything is more interesting than class."
I raise my hands at my sides, ice twisting from my palms. You trace a pentagram in record time, a wraith swirling in front of you. "Go, defeat him!" The wraith blasts a wave of sonic energy at me. I neatly block it, sending a volley of ice crystals right back at you.
"CHILDREN!" The headmaster marches between us, his hands on his hips. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Nice going. Now we both have detention. For a week. Don't look at me like that! You know it's your fault.

The end. Have fun in detention!