To the Lecture hall

Stacy made her way to one of the large lecture halls on campus. The room was set up like a small theater, with multiple rows of seats all facing a wide area with multiple boards. There were 20 minutes before the next class, but many students were already in seats casually talking and chatting amongst themselves as more were walking in. Stacy looked around to find the perfect person to mess with, and eventually settled on one person.

His first name was Marc, but Stacy couldn’t remember his last name no mater how hard she tried. He was only a little shorter than Stacy, and had short, curly, dark hair. He was clean shaven on on the heavier side, and was sitting on his own. Stacy walked past him and sat down in the very front row. She made herself very comfortable for the show she was about to put on, and snapped her fingers.

With time frozen, Stacy stood up and walked over to Mark, and began working on dragging him to the front of the room. It took a bit, but finally she got him at the front in a sitting position, but with no chair beneath him, he would fall right down once time resumed. Stacy took a short walk back to her front row seat, and snapped her fingers to resume time.

THUD

Marc fell to the floor and practically rolled backwards, reaching out for anything to support him, but with no success. Immediately all eyes turned to the commotion, and a few people laughed, but no one went to help him. To most they just assumed he had walked to the front and fell over, nothing serious, but Marc was extremely confused and unsure of what to say or do. The only thought in Stacy’s mind though? “What next my lovely victim?”