There was no Ronan this week, either. But instead, there was a superhero lady in uniform! Weren't all of you so very glad? Because she didn't appear to be – but then that sour look was kind of a permanent feature.
"Right, for those of you not in the know, I'm Electroclash," she rasped, arms crossed. "These days, I'm the guidance counselor, but since your original teacher has gone on his merry way, I've been drafted in as substitute for the rest of the term. And of course, I know fuck all about what this class is about ––" Well, no, she'd looked up some podcasts from previous weeks. That counted, right? "–– so your former TA is now my sidekick in getting us all through this thing without too many tears shed."
"And if anyone does cry, I'll just laugh at them. It's kind of a thing." This... really wasn't a class for crying in anyhow, but Sparkle was totally just going to go with the flow. He'd just been promoted from TA to sidekick so he reserved the right to snark.
Or something.
( Nightlife! Welcome to the rest of your term, kids. )[ocd up!]