Melona burst into the potions class and threw her gaze towards the front of the room.
There, standing behind a desk, was Professor Sneayc Oyle. She had adopted a casual pose that she must have practiced a million times over, both in private and before an audience. Melona wasn't surprised. In the past, she had wondered about what the potions professor was like when she wasn't putting on a show for an audience. By now, however, she knew better. Professor Oyle was always putting on a show, even if the audience was for herself.
"My goodness!" laughed the professor. Melona realized that she had flung open the door with a single hand and was doubled over at the threshold to the classroom. "I never thought you could make an entrance like that, Ms. Pearsly!"
Melona couldn't tell if people were laughing at her. She could feel tunnel vision setting in as she could hear a ringing and rush of blood in her ears. She had been sprinting far too long and far too fast, using a body that was intended for no such thing.
"I'm--I'm--oh--haaah" gasped Melona. She tried to take as deep a breath as she could, then said, "I'm so sorry, professor, I--" she needed to catch her breath again.
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