Raven Peterson’s confidence quickly plummeted once he took place in front of the blackboard. He kept running his hands through his hair and every word he wrote came out jittery. “Umm... So... The Midnight Raven—”
Some girls in front of the class giggled, throwing him off his game. He dropped a piece of chalk, then bumped his head on the desk while picking it up.
I knew he was in over his head.
“Silence, I command silence?” he shouted weakly. There was no authority in his voice and I doubted he’d ever been in charge of anything.
He slammed his fist down on the board, then winced from the pain. His contorted face only grew redder when my classmates started packing their bags.
A good idea.
“Silence!” Peterson’s voice boomed through the class, followed by dark smoke emitting from his ba
