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.
> Tough it out.

You grumble to yourself. You'll go anyway. Even though the class is miserable, it's still required.
You wander towards the greenhouse.

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, annoyed that you got in my way. "You watch where you're going."
You mutter to yourself, "Jackass." I twist around. "Oh, you want to fight? Is that it? 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. I take a chance, sending a volley of ice crystals at your chest. Your wraith takes the hit, sending a wave of sonic energy back at me.
"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! ...well, yeah; I guess it is my fault, hunh? Sorry...

The end. Have fun in detention!