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Pupils, thought professor Jakemere, should be noisy, have bad habits, be insulting and rude. Pupils should hate the teachers and yawn loudly in lessons, fight when they thought he wasn’t looking and form alliances that lasted five minutes for when he was. They shouldn’t, he thought, be like lady Xena Khrackendarf. They shouldn’t sit there regarding him with that piercing, grey eyed stare; collect bits of bone for a hobby; be insolently polite whenever they spoke; actually take an interest in what he said; or have the company only of a glossy starling the size of the average cat.1

“Miss Khrackendib!” His voice cracked along the corridor as she passed him with a respectful smile, “Kindly remove that bird from the school building this instant!”2

“Khrackendarf, master.” She corrected mildly, and continued on up the corridor to her next lesson. 3

The old professor spluttered to himself for a few seconds. There was not a single pupil in the school who could put him on edge like that child. (The professor, who was at least eighty-five considered anyone under the age of thirty a child.) She was so irritatingly polite all the time but treated him like he was nothing more than a first year pupil who should be pitied but kept at a respectful distance.4

Xena’s footsteps scuffed along the polished, black marble floors in their soft leather slippers. The hem of her black, brocade skirt whispered against her calves as she quickened her pace when the mutterings of the irate professor drew nearer. Her sleek black hair matched her skirt perfectly, and fell down her back in one, thick plait; contrasting with her crisp white blouse with the vast starling on one shoulder. Her grey eyes were framed by long, thick lashes, and, much to her teachers’ discomfort, she almost never appeared to blink. Her nose was long and chiselled, and, if she so desired, could aid her in giving a stare that would make the most powerful rulers quake in their royal boots. Her lips were full and dark red, contrasting with her pale skin, 5

“Poor old dear,” She murmured to herself as the professor’s rambling disappeared down another corridor. “It’s high time he retired, don’t you think darling?”6

“Indeed he is my mistress.” The starling rasped in an oddly deep, rumbling voice. It leaned forwards and preened its chest feathers.7

“Don’t do that dear,” Xena scolded mildly, “It gives you terrible backache.” She tickled the starling’s chest and it arched itself against her ministrations. Loving the attention she gave it. “I’ll give you a bath tonight, dear,” she continued, “You’re getting awfully dirty.”8

“Sorry mistress.” The starling looked as abashed as a bird can, “Think of it as the essence of life manifesting itself on my feathers.”9

“Oh do shut up dear, we know its just because you detest baths so.” 10

They turned a corner and Xena opened the huge, mahogany doors at the end to reveal one of the most luxurious classrooms ever invented. 11

The room could have housed five tower blocks and still have room to spare. The ceiling was supported by intricately carved, white marble pillars12