<span style="color: blue">"Then tell me what allows you to even use magic my...Precious Puppy,"</span>he said, stressing the silence so people could feel the anticipation of what he was about to say, now pulling her desk to the very front of the room, their desks meeting as he looked over her with a wicked smile "Then would you like to teach this class, my Precious little Puppy?" now stressing the word little as he spoke to piss her off and then said,<span style="color: blue">"if you don't watch it, I'll be making you see the class from my view and it won't be coming with the lovely perks. You see, Miss Reiko, I am not your average Pixie and I can do many things to you, including hold you even longer. Oh, and to strike the message plainly, you're nothing compared to what I have faced. I've been enslaved by powerful creatures, I've fought off hoards of monsters, I've beaten armies even and I've even taken down giants that are on a scale to where you would be about my size to them. Feel free to duel me anytime if you don't believe me. Heck, we can even go at it without magic and I'm sure I'll beat you with ease. So what makes you think you're so powerful compared to a Pixie known as a hero who has seen more than you, knows more than you, and is far more powerful than you. Not to mention, the same Pixie who is your teacher and is practically a battery with endless watts of energy when it comes to magic. I'm made of the stuff, Precious. You'd do well to remember that as I can do just about anything you can only dream of being able to do. Also, I know about you quite well. The Headmaster told me aaaaall about you and your little appetite.  Don't worry, I believe we're going to be extremely close as that other comment earned you a lovely set of days to stay in here during lunch and will continue to if you don't learn your place."</span><br/><br/>Then, with that, he flew over her and to the front of the class as he went about his lecture, the students a bit freaked out by what he had done, but they knew now it wasn't wise to bother him. After all, he wasn't that bad, you just needed to not be a jerk to him and he'd treat you just as nicely.<br/><br/>Of course, little did he know that they had brought in a large plate of sweets that resided in his desk, a Janitor thinking the new teacher could actually eat them. The scent seemed to snake about the room, hitting the nose of all the students of the class. However, Zansk just ignored it and continued to teach, then asking a question to Chester,<span style="color: blue">"So, Chester, tell me, where do you think magic comes from? It's not a serious question and you can answer as foolishly as you desire; I've no problem with students being unorthodox to the normal ways in my class; ahem!"</span>his throat clearing being the focus to his newest pain who had their chair now at the very front of the class, against his own desk,<span style="color: blue">"I do not appreciate it when people are out of line and disrespect me or anyone of the other students of this class and if you think you're smart to give me something I don't like to hear, I'll be pretty angry with you, as I displayed moments earlier. However, I don't care if you call me tiny, midget, shorty, or whatever you want. Hell, you can even call me Zansk and drop the Mister altogether or just call me Mr. Z, whatever floats your boat. All I want from you is to have some fun here and put some effort. I mean, just tell me if it's boring and give me some ideas and I'll try to incorporate that into my lessons. Also, I don't much like work all the time so we'll have parties in here every once and a while and I even like to play jokes on my students from time to time. I don't care if you even try to pull tricks on me as I more than likely deserve it after the last poor fool that I probably got in the halls or something."</span>then, suddenly, he went back to teacher mode due to his rambling.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"so, Mister Chester, what would your answer be?"</span>he asked him once more, looking at him with a smirk. He knew about him as well, but didn't care how many times the lad had flunked. He was his kind of guy, the type who'd make good remarks here and there to liven the place up.