Stevens shook her pen in her fingers, boring a hole through the teacher’s skull with her eyes. What a bore this lady was. Who knew someone could take a subject as interesting as this and make it so incredibly dull? Chemistry. What did this woman know about the subtler arts of mixing poisons and potions? Stevens was a good cook. She’d been one since she was a little girl, though she’d never admit that to anyone else. She was a very intuitive cooker, and it had taken very little effort for her to learn how to mix medicines and poisons as well, though she always made sure to store them carefully so that others would never consume one accidentally. This had nothing to do with chemistry, and yet everything to do with it.
When she had become a shadow, the egg had given her even more access to ingredients, recipes, and potential forms. She even had a shadow web page for recipes she’d successfully pulled off. The knife with the clear blade had come with her shadow powers, and she had not once used it for actual combat. She gave a look over at her group. Arawn looked half-asleep, his cheek slipping down. Jane was biting the back of her mechanical pencil, and continuously brushing the curly, shining golden wisps that escaped her usual, elegant blonde bun, back from her forehead. Brian was… well… alligator boy was being alligator boy. He was taking notes through his green-rimmed transition lens. Why he wore those inside still didn’t make a lot of sense to her. He was right next to her, so reached over with her pencil and poked him with it twice in the shoulder. He turned to look at her with brown eyes that seemed to be labeling her as trouble.
She gave him a “save me, I’m bored” look, but predictably enough, he just sighed with a half-frown and a half-leave me alone face. This was why he was so much fun, as opposed to that Arawn. She was probably the only person who called him by his actual name. Stevens wasn’t an idiot. She knew that the others thought her strange about names, but there was a reason to that. She was simple, she was crazy, but she had her reasons, at times, too. Names were poisons and potions too, after all, not that anyone besides her seemed to know that.