[Potironette]

Students streamed into the class, talking among themselves. Some guy who normally sat at Luck's seat walked up to him as if to say "Hey, this is my seat," but seemed to think better of it and left.

Blitzel came in and sat next to Luck. They had math together.
"Hey boss, still struggling with math?" Blitzel asked in that sneaky way of his.

Luck glared at Blitzel, "Don't rub it in, Blitz." He sighed, "Give me your notes after class."
"Sure boss." Blitzel looked contented with himself. He enjoyed math thoroughly, in part because he thought that he'd be dashing if he wore a blazer and was smart at math.

Luck thought for a bit, "Oh yeah, and don't bother Rune. He's... not what he seems. You know."
Blitzel pulled at a blazer button before folding his hands together on the desk, "Alright boss. He was getting boring anyway. You have any targets in mind?"

"The small fry bullies," said Luck grimly. "We're going to go bother them."
Blitzel unclasped his hands and tugged once more on his blazer button, "Sounds fun." He said.

The math teacher walked into the class. "Alright class, stop talking." He said. "Class."

The class, undoubtedly, did not stop chattering.

The teacher waited, silent. The class would not be quiet. The teacher sighed, as he always did. He straightened himself and yelled, "Class, be quiet or I'm taking points off your participation grade."

And thus, the class began.