Not your normal schoolgirl
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She was sitting in the classroom, not really paying attention to what the teacher was saying, her mind wandering along paths most people didn't follow. She was earth and sea and sky, and night and day, and fire and water. She was the world, and at the same time herself.
She came back to reality abruptly, when the teacher called her name. He was holding a note in his hands, and said she was to go to the headmaster's office immediately.
She got up and took her staff, which was leaning on the wall near her desk, and then headed towards the door. This earned her a few giggles and whispers.
"Boy, is she weird!" "Doesn't she go anywhere without that staff?" "I bet that's what the headmaster wants to talk to her about."
She closed the door on their chattering, sighing. They were right, she was an oddball - in more ways than they'd ever know - but still, that wasn't a good reason to treat her like she was insane.
She knocked lightly on the door, waited for the answer, then walked in. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
The headmaster motioned for her to sit down, then sat down himself. "Yes. Well - where to start - um, you see, to put it simply - weapons are not allowed in the school." He pointed to her staff. "From tomorrow, you'll have to leave that home."
She sighed. She had expected this. "But, sir, this staff is not a weapon."
The headmaster cocked his head. "Oh? And what is it then?"
She smiled politely. "Well, it could be considered as a sort of... emotional support."
"Emotional support?" the headmaster repeated, confused.
She nodded. "Yes. It helps me contain my power." It was the truth, of course, but she knew he wouldn't believe it.
"Your power? Miss, I think you are confused. You should see a psychologist about this -"
"No" she interrupted him. "I can assure you I am not crazy." She got up, closing her eyes, and let the magic flow through her, showing her for what she really was. Her ears became slightly pointed, her eyes forest green, and her hair brown with a streak of silver. She smiled gently. "Can I keep my staff?"
The headmaster was stupefied. "But - of course - since you are - um, what are you?"
She sat down again, her features back to normal. "A mage, of elfish descent. You will keep this a secret, of course."
The headmaster nodded dumbly. "Of course."
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"So," a girl asked her, smiling maliciously, "what has the headmaster told you?"
She grinned. "He said I can keep my staff."