"And that students is how you turn an apple into an orange, any further questions...?" the old wizard spoke to his students, the silence suddenly broken by the bell "Wait?! I'M NOT DONE!" he shouted as they rushed out for lunch but he managed to catch one.
"أنت... I didn't forget about your transgressions! This may be a school for misfits but putting honey on the rim of the toilet... Really? I was stuck there for hours. For your punishment... hmm" he thought to himself, stroking his long white beard.
"How about cleaning the store room on the third floor... It's been a hundred years since that was cleaned... that'll teach you hoohoo" he cackled like an owl, and then turned into one, flying away.
أنت found themselves near the store room, opening it, several mice ran out, books fell and a pile of dust flew out... this was going to be a long day. Hung up in the centre of the room, hidden by a bookshelf, a painting, it was... sort of creepy, the girl in it was still, she looked as if her palms were pressed against the painting, a sad, scared face, under it read "Ansa van Rurik", أنت had heard of the ghost rumours, even a student who had claimed to have ran from one, maybe this strange painting had something to do with it.
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