The teacher was young. It was the first thing Benjamin "Jam" James noticed as he walked into the biology classroom. Hippo, who was his Reaching Your Full Majikal Potential, or RYFMP, teacher (they called him "hippo" because when he had first told them he could "hyptonize," the whole class thought he said "hippotize", and it stuck. Jam usually didn't call people by other names, certainly not teachers behind the back, but this one just made sense, and so whenever he thought of Mr. Watson, his brain now gave him "hippo", till he'd eventually given up trying to correct it), had seemed at least 45, and so Jam was expecting the new teacher to be around 40, even 30 years old, too! But, no. Mr. Altair Renike - "call me 'Tairey' or 'Alt'" - must have been only around a mere 20 years! What he lacked in years he made up for in enthusiasm, though, and Jam found himself smiling throughout the whole class besides himself. He wasn't used to young teachers, where he was from in the town of Edesier, experience and time gave you your teaching degree. The youngers who wanted to be teachers were made off as fools who knew nothing. Mr. Altair (Jam felt weird calling him as he suggested, and instead had settled for a compromise) soon changed that view. His lively, energetic nature brought fun to the classroom even as he demonstrated his vast knowledge of Myrth biology. At the end of the class, he took out a bag, ancient and falling apart, and set it on the table. It rustled a bit, and the whole class leaned forward to see as Mr. Altair undid the buckles, holding up a squirmy creature. "Does anyone know what this is?" He asked. The class murmured replies of no, but Jam could feel his powers working. He could identify any creature, plant, or person even, as long as he had some knowledge of them, even if just their name, before. The creature was a bird, white with black markings around its neck, head, the tip of its beak, and a sandy-gray back, reddish orange legs and beak, and small. Very small. Jam gasped. It was a pip! An endangered shorebird near extinction because of habitat loss, and because beachgoers would tread on their eggs in the ground without a thought otherwise! Jam had never before seen one, and he marveled at the adorable ball of feathers now. “It’s a pip!”, he called out, just as Mr. Alrair was about to tell the answer. Mr. Altair looked at him in surprise. “That’s right,” he said. “This is a pip. It-“ just then, the bell for break rang and everyone made for the door, eager to get out of class (no matter how fun it was). Jam was about to leave too when Mr. Altair called his name. “How did you know about the pip?”, he asked. Jam shifted uncomfortably, “My identification abilities?” He answered meekly. Something about Mr. Altair’s gaze pinned him to the ground. It wasn’t unfriendly, exactly, but it was certainly unusual. The look suddenly passed, as if a cloud just momentarily blocking the sun. “Oh, I suspected something else…” said Mr. Altair, letting Jam go. He shivered. On the walk to the main lounge, Jam puzzled over the look. Something about it had seemed eerily familiar… yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on it… 

Sooo.. I've been totally neglecting this.. I was wondering if anyone's still interested?

Oh thanks! Yeah... I've kinda been having trouble sticking to my promises lately (like our chat ackk sry) so Ig I may be taking a break from this for now and just finishing some other time.. who knows it's not even I don't have time just been feeling lazy for no reason whatsoever.. :/

but yeah, thanks! :)