Wizarding Wackiness

Rowan Grimes was a senior education major. She only had classes on Tuesday and Thursday and Wednesday nights, so she made extra money by being a substitute teacher. She had received a call from Geoffrey Magia Preparatory. She had never heard of it, but they offered double pay. That made her wonder why, but she needed the money.

She dressed professionally including panty hose and garters and headed to the address provided. The school was outside of town down a long side road that opened into a large compound and a traditional looking school.

"How did I never know of this place?" Rowan thought as she pulled up. She went into the office. An elderly lady greeted her. "Are you Miss Grimes?"

"Yes."

"Here is the folder with your schedule, the rosters, lesson plan, and the key to your room. You're in room 304. Up the stairs then to the left."

"Thank you so much, and this is such a lovely school."

The woman nodded, but looked nervous.

"Everything OK?" asked Rowan.

"Sure, fine. If you need anything, there's phone on the wall behind the desk to call. Just dial nine."

Rowan left with her folder. She noticed the students milling about. Some looked at her and smirked. She found her room. She opened the folder. The classes she was to proctor was Advanced Senior Manipulation. "What the hell is that?" She thought. She put her purse and her lunch in the desk. The sound of large iron bells apparently signaled the start of class.

The class was small, five boys and four girls, and they all looked at Rowan like they knew something she did not.

"So which sub is this?" asked a girl.

"I think she's number 14," said a boy.

"Ok, settle down," said Rowan. "Let's look at your lesson plan."