You'd come to learn fairly quickly that most students were actually very poor at cooking. It was a holdover to their more feral ancestry before they evolved as they had. There were those had trouble with the concept of cooking meat to combining ingredients. Zeera was no stranger to these problems, though hers was more extreme then most.
She cooked her projects for too long and with a temperature that was far too high. Sometimes she'd get fed up and blast her own fire into it, quickly turning a meal into a pile of ash. Feral dragons never really needed to worry about burning their food, charred meat was still food after all. As such, her own instincts and temper kept her from grasping the curriculum.
Which is where you came in. Your clear intelligence lead the principle to calling you into her office. She had informed you of Zeera's poor grades and the need for you to tutor her. If her grades didn't rise soon, then the school would be legally forced to kick her off the cheer squad. This would not only likely mean that they would loose the cheer tournament, but the school would certainly suffer Zeera's wrath.
You obviously rufesed at first, until she laid down an ultimatum. Either help her raise her grades, or the school would give less then flattering letters of recommendation to the top colleges. Thus the situation you were currently in now. As you watched her scowl at the material infront of her, you needed to get her attention. How did you do this?
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