You turn around to see a girl you've seen around the school before, although you're not sure you even know her name -- you think she's a year behind you. She's in a black hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, with pale skin, black hair that's probably dyed, and dark makeup. You don't think you've ever seen her hanging out with the rest of the "Goth" crowd at school, or with anyone, for that matter.
"How did you --" you start, but she interrupts to say, "Magic, of course."
"But what about --"
She interrupts again. "Just to check to see if my reality-altering spells were working. I picked you, got a fantasy out of your mind, and changed Mr. Donaldson into what I saw." She's saying it very matter-of-factly, as if she's reading out of the phone book.
"But --"
"Why you?" Her face finally shows an expression -- a smile, and she says...