“Late again, Erica?” Professor Lakosky smirked, as a red-faced Erica timidly raced to her seat. She felt both embarrassed and enraged. This was the third time this week she belittled her in front of the class, and she would not take it sitting down. Actually, she would, but she had a trick up her sleeve.
Under the guise of night, she had attended sororities specializing in ‘magic’. She knew it was a bunch of baloney, but what other way to release anger than by whispering odd obscurities at your botanical professor?
