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Usually either bent over his desk working on paperwork no-one dared disturb him during, or else patrolling the classroom with the air of a military sergeant and a terribly intimidating aura flanking him, he rarely addressed or even made eye contact with his students, unless to berate them loudly.
However, Herscha happened to be particularly irate that morning, and without his respirator to calm him, he took to exercising his explosive temper on the students. The victim of choice was selected at random - as his eyes scanned the rows of students, they were met with that of one student - a neat-looking girl with a calm, stoic temperament. She wasn't one who had particularly ever bothered Herscha; but that wouldn't stop him.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
The words were nothing out of the ordinary; surely any good teacher would want to assist a prized pupil as best they could? But of course, it being Herscha, they were tainted with a more sarcastic tone, his lip curled into a sardonic sneer. One bony hand came to rest on the tabletop with a loud slam. It was a wonder the man's skeletal knuckles didn't shatter like glass, but his expression didn't change.
"Or are you just going to waste your time aimlessly staring at me as though you've suffered a lobotomy?"