Just like in any other day in the Paper School, the studies were... fine, being honest. Not much tiring if your one of the most FEARED Teachers out of three in the... Group. I mean- the kind ones are fine and all, but please by God´s Holy Bible... Dont anger the three murderer teachers...

Really not much different from others, it seems like today theres a hour where Miss Thavel can finally take a breath, and perhaps eat something! So the first thing she did is that. Her black claws picked up a fresh package of steak, trying as best to open it... But it wasnt, she was just staring down at it with a slightly tired and relaxed face, before her annoyance started to grew.

"... ... ... ... Gggrrrooowll-"

And after ripping the plastic apart(but like- imagine someone opening up a lettuce apart in two with their hands-), the steak almost. ALMOST hitting the ground but thankfully catching it. the juices coating her palm, placing the plate inside the Teacher´s Lounge microwave, then throwing the steak into it. closing its door, then placing 99 minutes in the heat time and choosing "nuclear waste" option and finally turning it on... Of couse, she is NOT gonna let it cook for 99 minutes, more like a minute or two- but still.

She standed infront of the microwave, crouching down to its level with her hands on her lap. Her face, a clear representation of her empty stomach, boredom... perhaps even impatience? With a orange hint on her pale skin due to the light coming from inside the heating machine... Just waiting for the steak to heat and chug it down in five seconds like a feral animal that havent ate in a millenia.