The noise was incredible. Twenty-three hyped up eighth graders and one poor teacher with a migraine. Not good odds. Her hands felt tingly and so did her head. Light, like she was going to pass out, but too full to do that.
The kids just wouldn’t shut up. “Will you just be QUIET?” she screamed mentally.
And the noise stopped.
It wasn’t just complete silence. It was a profound silence.
Blinking, Melissa looked around at her class. Each and every one was totally silent, mouths closed, eyes open wide. Some with surprise, others with fear. She could see some of them trying to open their mouths and failing and the eyes growing wider still.
They couldn’t speak, none at all.
Could it be true?
Out the corner of her eye, Melissa saw a girl in the back jump up as if to bolt from the room.
Petrificus! Her mind leapt out before she even knew to think.
And the girl froze in mid-step!
So it was true! Finally! It was about time that Powers That Be lent teachers a hand.
Quietly raising a finger to do so, Melissa wordlessly mobilicorpus’ed the girl back into her seat. And there she stayed…after Melissa petrificus’ed the entire class to their seats.
Then, picking up the book, she opened to chapter I and began to read.
“When Jem was thirteen, he broke his arm badly at the elbow….”
The twelve pages of the first chapter flew by and Melissa even saw some students relaxing and beginning to actually listen to the story as she read and stopped in a few places to explain. She reminded them of their assignments and projects and when the bell rang for the end of class, she silently released the spells that held them and let them scamper away fearfully, not daring to open their mouths until they were out the door and casting glances back at her as they went. They were probably afraid that she’d turned them into something next. She was sure they were all vowing to never return to that classroom and they would tell everyone they knew. That was fine.
Who would believe your teacher was a REAL witch anyway?