Class Before Christmas

8. Leprechaun

“Honestly, could you pay attention for once?” Rowena exclaimed, looking around the class in exasperation. Christmas holidays were almost upon them, and her third-years were far more interested with them than listening to instructions about turning their desks into pigs.

“Professor, it’s the last class of term…” one of the students ventured, but stopped, seeing the icy glare directed at him.

“Exactly, it is still class time. Now…”

“Leprechaun!” one of the girls suddenly shrieked.

Rowena sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. This was the second time this week someone had tried to disrupt her lesson using that excuse.