Katie slunk into class and sank into her seat at the back of the classroom as the teacher began his lecture, where she took out her penknife and began carving her initials - for the 400th time - into the old, wooden desk. The teachers knew she did it, but they honestly didn't care about anything other than their paycheck and so only asked her to put her knife away if Ofsted came around. She inhaled and caught the scent of a - wait, it was only Britney-Britney (yes, that was her proper name), sporting some new 'Chanel' perfume. And you didn't need wolfblood senses to catch a whiff of that.