Apr 06, 2006 15:46
As of next week, it looks like I get the honor of becoming "Headmistress" of another school, thankfully not run by a bunch of stuffed shirt ghosts with big heads that like to talk too much. Let's hope this is a little more permanent. (And isn't taken over by demons.)
Not really "moving out." If I left Piper alone without Phoebe in the house anymore, she'd start blowing up far too many reporters. Besides, New Hampshire sounds boring to live in. And everyone's making a big deal about one or two demons hanging around a magic school. Well, duh, it's not like half of them have anything better to do. I remember when one demon attack a week was just peachy. Think of them as unhappy fans with fireballs instead of fruit. You'll get used to it.
Oh, and I'll be teaching their potion making classes, too. (Don't laugh.) Kids must be spirited, or the old professor just never saw a real explosion before. I don't know what's with the old Headmistress, either, but they apparently trashed her car or something. No problem here, I'm not driving one over. Most of the guys seem gay, though, that's too bad.
Anyway, Billie wants her laptop back. Ciao.
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