A Teacher and A Flame

Claira paced back and forth, this paperwork was killing her. If she got one more pile of papers on her desk, someone was going to be turned into a barbacue. She growled sending a blast of fire at a pretty dove flying by. It dropped to the ground cooked and dead, she wasn't satisfied she was angry and this paperwork was killing her mind. She sent a huge burst of fire into the air and watched it's flames flicker downward and the people put it out with their powers. She grumbled a curse. She wanted to go pyromaniac but everyone around here was always frowning upon it.

She remembered the past days when she and Darci were friends they both were maniac killers. But she had turned over a new leaf whereas Darci just got worse. She sighed, this academy was too good for her. Why didn't Darci take over this one instead of her more evil more notorious DCA. She felt so forced into being extra good or nice and she hated it. She sighed leaning against the edge of the roof, her flaming red hair blew freely in the wind.

"Goodness can be considered a sickness, I suppose."

"Good people are insane, to be good you'd have to be insane." She said annoyed, "And who praytell are you? Another good pyscho who wants to make me do stupid things like paperwork?" She said grumbling, he felt so annoyed and angry and she just wanted to kill someone like in the old days.

She looked at the 'assasin' she cared nothing about his cold dark eyes, she had red flame filled ones so it made no difference. She always looked like a enraged vampire though she wasn't one at all. Infact her own blood was fire so other blood would never match her's it was litterly impossible for her to become a vampire because her fire blood would burn the normal blood of a vampire. Because of this she hardly got sick. Except for in water, so she stayed away from it for those reasons. The woman looked at the man, "So I take it your some bloody teacher, let me guess you need paperwork on grades, necessities of the class and whille your at it you may as well ask for the bloody world!" She said just about ready to shot a huge burst of fire at him. She was really in a bad mood and paperwork was all that was on her mind since she looked at it all week.

"Damien Marek, though you're horrible at making assumptions, for I'm neither good, nor do I need paperwork or nessicitys, you are only correct that I'm a teacher, which isn't hard to assume, since I'm obviously too old to be a teacher, and too young to be a parent."

"Not necessary, you could just be a idiot." She said bluntly, she could care less about his accent. The fact that someone was something meant nothing to her, she was a pyromaniac and the only thing she'd want to know about a person would be if they could take her fire balls.

"But please, by all means, if you so desperately want to shoot fireballs at me, I won't complain."

"You won't complain, your a kiss up aren't you?" She said rolling her eyes, "Or are you going to boast some more about how smart and powerful you are. Because frankly I hate both men, women, children, boasters, kiss ups, and goodies goodies. So why don't you do yourself a nice favor and leave before I go pyro. Besides I doubt you want to be made into a barbacue." She said with a smirk, though the thought of barbacueing someone amused her.

"I'm not worried. Besides, It's not my fault I was here first and you didn't notice. I have no interest in you, nor do I plan to impress you. So with that out of the way, have you any more pointless insults to hurl my way, or shall I continue about my business?"

The headmistress smirked, "I'm sorry did you say something? I was busy thinking of ways to torture teachers. One specifically." She said looking at him, her eyes were evil but yet when the wind blowed against her face making her hair blow in the wind she looked evilly beautiful. Though she wasn't really evil, just didn't like abiding to the good person rule and she had a big temper the size of China so that kinda did contribute.

She looked over the railing, seeing some random kid below she smirked evilly. She saw watering container and took it in hand putting it upside down making the water fall right ontop of the student. Then she ducked, she chuckled. That was more fun than killing a teacher, especially when the student looked like a wet dog. She smirked.

Claira cared nothing about this man's weird actions, she supposed he was just another person she was going to have to deal with. She sighed, her life was annoying as it was. She just wanted DCA back, all this switching academies had been annoying and hard for the tempered woman to deal with. Darci had specifically choosen her school out of all places to take over.

"So runt, why is it that you took a job here if you such a rotten guy? Hmm? You like the good feeling of Starlight or is it just you wanted to torture students so you decided to be their evil teacher." She said annoyed, she didn't know why she was talking to the overly confident guy. She found him annoying and quite aggrevating to talk to, she would've left but that would've been letting him win and she never wanted a guy to win especially in this kind of situation. She wanted to make him leave and not the other way around.