<strong>Name</strong>Ms Zabryna Admiral<br/><strong>Role</strong>Teacher of Home Ecconomics<br/><strong>Location</strong>Student classrooms, the kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/09/4c/30094c1a248ef061f2cfabff3e1b9f4a--fairies-anime-art.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>At the end of the classrooms lay a large room, it was brightly colored and full of ovens and preparations stations and a rather impractical collection of flora. Butterflies flew in and out of the open windows, darting over the flowers. One bright blue butterfly flitted from a collection of flowers to the blond head of  Zabryna. The human butterfly pulled a steaming hot tray from the oven her own bossier white wings fluttered, cooling herself and the cake. The tantalising aroma wafting down the halls searching out students.<br/><br/><br/>Zabryna wondered if anyone would attend her class as she flitted to her work station her wings large enough to easily lift the woman off the ground, she flew slowly making sure not to drop the cake, if Zabryna thought about it she could have walked but Lady Screetchfella had assured her, that this was the one place she could be herself. The human butterfly hybrid had felt reassured by this mostly because the person saying it had been a harpy, however she was still nervous about meeting the new students. Landing at her work station she placed her introductory example on the table. Turning she began wafting the cake with her wings, no point ruining all her work by putting piping in a hot cake!  There, that should do it! she said, her voice came out soft and calm and she appeared to be communicating with the butterflies themselves. Although no one could hear if they responded. Zabryna carried out a conversation as if they communicated. Of course you may try some, I planned for that! she declared turning the tin upside down and expertly removing the cake from the tin, she slice of a end and placed it on a pre-prepared plate.