You got a bad grade on your language essay. Your teacher, Miss Thavel had bitten you after going feral, passing her Wendigo curse onto you. You got another bad grade on language, this time because you kept getting hungry. She is now in the detention room with you. “Before I say anything, Mon Chéri, I just want to say, I’m sorry for the bite… Now, I’m extremely disappointed in your grades. You seemed to have tried to improve. But you still got a bad grade.” She looked very sad.