“So Angela, what is the mood like out there?” The Headmistress tipped her head towards the window overlooking the School’s playing fields.
“Quite frankly, Mam? I would have to say bellicose. The Girls have not taken very well to the imposition of the new disciplinary measures. The Prefects are all hiding in their Common Room and refuse to come out and the Staff have locked themselves in the Upstairs Library.”
There was a crash, as a large rock landed firmly on the Headmistresses glossy oak desk.
Whimsy 