Chaos. A loud, panicking mess, a tornado of paper and people. And in the center of it, a man.

Ms Wormwood pinched the bridge of her nose. Of course her class had failed to notice their guest.

It wouldn't be easy, getting their attention. It was the only the second month into the school year, yet Ms Wormwood already knew what her class was like.

Well, she supposed that wasn't completely fair. After all, the reason her class was on the brink of insanity was for a (mostly) legitimate reason, and the person causing the ruckus was Christine. Christine usually didn't make a fuss, which is why Ms Wormwood was going to overlook it. This time.

It would be easy if it was just a couple people causing trouble. But it was only a couple people not causing trouble. Well, a lot of trouble, anyway. JD, Chandler, Connor and Duke were at various states around the classroom, watching it all unfold. They looked like they were enjoying themselves.

Ms Wormwood watched as the policeman's nose crinkled up in disgust, watching the mayhem around him. She grimaced. She needed to hurry.

Moving quickly, Ms Wormwood hurried to her desk at the front of the classroom and picked up her heaviest dictionary. Yes, this would do nicely.

But despite the classroom going quiet, the resounding boom almost made Ms Wormwood regret her action.

At least people were starting to notice the policeman. The wide eyed stares were enough proof of that.

"Who is this?" Veronica asked, almost at the same time Elphaba said. "What's this guy doing here?"

Neither of them said it in a tone of voice that suggested they were happy to see him.

The man bristled, but didn't argue.

"This is Javert," Ms Wormwood explained. "He's a policeman, and is here to make sure everyone is ok after everything that happened."

Her students didn't believe that for a second.

"I thought they called that a freak accident," Elphaba said to him. Javert looked down at her. It wasn't that much taller than her, but the way he held himself made him look like he was towering over the students. Nevertheless, Elphaba continued. "Mass hysteria, or something like that? Why are you watching us?"

"I'm not," Javert insisted. He was continuing the lie. "I'm here to make sure you're all... alright."

"Yeah, right," Elphaba said, and the argument ended, at least for the moment.

It wasn't the best introduction, Ms Wormwood knew, but she can't say she wanted Javert in her classroom anyway.

"Well," Ms Wormwood said. "Now that that's over with, you can continue what you were doing before. Whatever it was."

"We're looking for the script!" Christine cried. Throughout the introduction, Christine hadn't stopped searching. "We lost it!"

"Brooke, specifically, lost it," Alana spoke up, all matter of fact.

"No, I didn't!" Brooked yelled at her. "I know I didn't!"

"You're just trying to pin it all on us, huh?" Chloe accused, and, with a sigh, Ms Wormwood remembered the rivalry between them. Chloe, Brooke and McNamara versus Alana, Glinda and Elphaba. Chloe seemed to be the only one to acknowledge it, though. Case in point:

"No, just Brooke," Alana denied, confused. "She had it last."

"I did not!"

"She didn't!"

They could've continued to bicker all day, but Christine was having none of that.

"Hurry up and find it!" she cried. "We only have a couple weeks! That's not really enough time!"

And once again the room was in a flurry of panic induced movement. Ms Wormwood tried to keep the amusement out of her face as she watched Javert quickly and awkwardly move to the side as if it was a life or death situation. He did make the right call, though, Ms Wormwood knew, as these hyperactive teens could and would completely ball him over, despite how heavy set the name seemed to be.

"This is ridiculous," Chandler spoke up. Of course she would only speak up to say something like that. Chandler doesn't talk a lot (Ms Wormwood knew her blue tongue had something to do with it), but when she does talk, it's not usually something Ms Wormwood approves of.

Besides Chandler, JD was nodding. "Why didn't you make two copies?" he called out to Christine, smirking.

"I-I meant to, I just never got around to it!"

"Leave her alone, JD," Veronica spoke up, and Ms Wormwood watched as JD backed down.

"You could've taken a picture," Duke suggested, but there was only malice in her voice.

"I know!" Christine cried. Chandler shook her head.

"I hate you all," she huffed. She really didn't like to mince words.

"I hate you all more!" Duke yelled, and laughed. Ms Wormwood rolled her eyes. As if it was some sort of competition.

And then, to top it all off, Connor quietly said, very quietly "me too."

Ms Wormwood took a deep breath (it didn't calm her at all) and looked over to Javert. She couldn't care less about what he thought, but considering his 'purpose' for being there, she thought it was important to keep an eye on him.

Maybe it would be smart to tell the class to look out for him.

"I GOT IT!"

The entire class looked up to see McNamara triumphantly holding up the familiar stack of paper. Ms Wormwood also saw Evan standing beside her, which she thought was... interesting. Evan looked like he had just been holding onto something. It didn't take a genius to figure out what.

Christine clapped her hands in delight. "Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Where was it?!"

"Oh... it was," McNamara seemed to falter at this point. The entire class saw it, except, ironically, McNamara herself. "...Around."

"Er... thanks," Christine took the script from her, and turned to Ms Wormwood. "Can we practice in the gym, please? I want to practice blocking."

"Already?" Ms Wormwood asked, her eyebrows raised. "Isn't it too early? I thought you all would at least read through it first."

"I...know but..." Christine looked down at her papers, and Ms Wormwood watched the tension roll through her and creep into her voice. "There's so little time..."

As if Ms Wormwood would say no. "Go ahead," she said, waving her hand. "I'll be there in just a second."

A giant smile lit up across Christine's face. "Thank you!" she chirped, and off she raced to the gym. Ms Wormwood really hoped there was no one else in there.

It took a moment for the rest to follow, but soon enough, the classroom was clear, the few grumpy stragglers (anyone could guess who they were) filtered out through the doors. There was no one left except Javert and Ms Wormwood. It was a bit surprising. Ms Wormwood was certain he would've been eager to follow the students, considering he looked like the type of person to take his job very seriously.

Javert wasted no time, and stepped forward. "I've got questions."

Ah. Well that explained it.

"Go ahead," Ms Wormwood said, and she continued to pack up some papers. She needed to give them to the office anyway, so might as well kill two birds with one stone.

"What do you know about your students?" Javert asked. Ms Wormwood frowned. He was getting right to it, wasn't he?

"I know enough about them," Ms Wormwood replied. "The fact that they can choose what they study actually reveals a lot about them-."

"I didn't mean that," Javert interrupted. "I meant about the reason they're here. The important part."

"I don't think that the reason they're here is the... 'important' part," Ms Wormwood replied. "But, yes. I do know about why they're here. It's in their school records."

Javert squinted at her. "And so you know exactly what they're capable of and how to stop them if they ever try to do it again?"

"What?" Ms Wormwood didn't exactly know how to respond to that.

"Some of these students are very dangerous," Javert warned her. "I'm here to make sure you're cautious around them."

Ms Wormwood sucked in a breath. Now Javert had hit a nerve. "I know my students perfectly well, thank you," Ms Wormwood told him. "You're the one who doesn't know them. You only know one thing."

"Some of your students are attempted murderers-," Javert said sharply.

"And can you tell me which one?" Ms Wormwood asked him. She picked up the paper she had been looking for, and started quickly for the door. "You have known my class for a couple minutes. I've known them for months. It's more likely that we're both wrong about them than you are right. Now if you don't mind, let's go."

Without waiting for any kind of response, Ms Wormwood marched through the door.