Eighth Transition [Action] Time may change me but I can't trace time

[brainkegger]

[Professor Gregson is, for the start of her classes today, anyway, mostly herself. She's a little frazzled, clearly, but that's just because T was out partying in the forest last night and, well, hopefully her students understand that that just isn't her, so...

So they'll understand if T decides to party in the middle of class, too.]



[First years: Needle to match.

Second years: Leaf into broccoli.

Third years: Mouse into hamster.

Fourth years: Snake into a walking stick.

Fifth years: Canary into a lemon drop.

Sixth years: Toad into a toe (human).

Seventh years: Raven into a writing desk.

Professors, ghosts, etc.: Feel free to visit her office, just...don't be surprised if she isn't quite herself!

Comments

[brainkegger]

[Snarlhisssnarl.]

[reckless_eagle]

[Orrrrr maybe he doesn't want to turn his back on her!]

[Yes. So he's going to... climb onto the desk to try and get out of range?]

[brainkegger]

[Snaaaaaaaarl.]

[reckless_eagle]

Like, professor? Earth to Professor? Are you in there...?

[brainkegger]

[Grumblegrumble.]

[reckless_eagle]

Come on, you're kind of freaking me out!

[brainkegger]

[Gimmie claws at a table leg.]

[reckless_eagle]

[Okay, maybe he'll give up on reasoning with her and just get ready to flee if she gets too close!]

[brainkegger]

[Snarlsnarlsnarlsnarl

[reckless_eagle]

[Eeeeeedging away!]