Unfortunately, luck was not your buddy and you end up getting an F in Language class, Miss Thavel, was at first…calm, surely she’d go easy on you…right?

“You poor poor thing…you’ve wandered into the Wendigo’s den… and when I mean by that, I mean…”

Miss Thavel’s hair accessory falls off, replaced with deer horns, and her hands become claws! AND she went from calm to furious.

”You’re mine! Any final words, you little brat?”