Mrs Smith first

The twins would make an excellent 'last course', and Anna was nothing special compared to what you could make anyone look like in seconds. Your teacher it is, then. Whistling, you walk to her office door and push it open, willing the lock shut behind you. Startled, the forty-year-old Mrs Smith glances up at you.

"John?! Where have you been!" She demanded, standing up. At around five feet and four inches, she was slightly shorter than you but not by much. Creamy white skin stood out sharply compared to her raven black hair, kept tightly in a bun, and a pair of modestly sized breasts could be seen under her green sweater. From under a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, green eyes glared at you. "You do realize you've almost failed this semester entirely, don't you?"

With a tilt of your head, the large windows looking over the campus grounds became tinted almost completely black. You didn't want anyone seeing you - not yet. Mrs Smith didn't seem to notice the dimming light brought on as a result, still caught up in her tirade.

"I have tried time and time again to help you, young man, but still you pull this on me!" She waves a hand at you, wedding ring flashing in the lamplight. "This is too far, John, I'm going to have to remove you from my class."