Mischief and Mayhem [4]

Professor Flinders was not amused.

Professor Flinders' class was unusually quiet that morning- or rather, it was quiet for now.

The entire class was doing their best to keep a straight face as the professor lectured at the front of the room, completely oblivious to the fact that every single one of them was trying not to burst into laughter.

Because Professor Flinders was very blue.

His usual stern, no-nonsense presence had been slightly dampened by the fact that he now resembled a walking blueberry.

His deep voice carried through the room as he gestured toward a projection of an ancient battle, utterly unaware of the way students kept nudging each other, covering their mouths, and ducking their heads to hide their grins.