Miss Thavel

*With only a few seconds time left to spare on the test, you quickly write down some random stuff and pray that you get it right. Miss Thavel outreaches her clawed hand, and you fork over the test. After all tests are collected, she stands at the front of the class.* Miss Thavel: "Everyone passed. Good job. you may now go to lunch. Except you..." *She points a claw at you. Everyone quickly floods out the class and Miss Thavel takes off her ABC headpiece, her wendigo antlers and tail showing.*