Professor Celeste walked through the
doors to the dormitory with one minute to spare. Mr. Altaer, I would like your
essay, please!” She shouted. Then she froze.

Professor Darkstorm stood near the table
carrying a tray of cookies with a half eaten cookie in his mouth. Around him
sat most the members of the dorm. He put the cookies down, ate his, and said,
“Celeste, calm yourself, you don’t need to shout. Mr. Altaer is upstairs, he’s
just finishing the essay. Come sit.”

“Oh. I see,” she said, sitting.

“Have a cookie.”

“A cookie?! In the dormitories?! Are you
alright?!”

She raised an eyebrow...possibly for
multiple reasons.

“It does seem out of character, doesn’t
it?” He said, munching. “But it would be more out of character if I was not
impressed with the deliciousness of these fantastic cookies, and thus I insist
you try one. Also, I’m in a fantastic mood! What could be a better night than
tonight!?”

He put a cookie on a plate and offered
it to her.

Holly, Aranya and Hazel all reached out
and took a cookie from the pile after.

“If it makes you feel any better,”
Aranya started. “He gave Scott a 10,000 word essay as detention for baking the
cookies. He just checked them for us to make sure no one got at them, if you
know what I mean.”

“Actually, that makes me feel much
better.”

 “Exactly.” Professor Darkstorm said, tossing
the cookie into her lap.

She brought it to her lips as Scott came
down the steps holding a piece of parchment.

“Oh, hello Professor,” he said, “I have
my essay here for you.”

Ignore Darkstorm’s cookie, because so
Essays are freaking awesome! (Chapter 7)

It’s Darkstorm, take the cookie; it’s at
your lips, and smells delicious! (Chapter 8)