The little Toaster dreamed. Dreamed of a factory of many more of his brothers and sisters, before they all separated and lived their lives...of the sorcerer opening up a portal to an experimental dimension while cooking his breakfast at the same time, and tripping over while carrying the little toaster. Many, many more memories filled his sleeping head, all more good than bad. Try as hard as he could, knowing that these were only dreams, the toaster was stuck fast in them like a fly in a trap. And then...

The little toaster felt a distant vibration, like something in the school had been disturbed. Being rocked from his sleep suddenly, Toaster's eyes snapped open and he proceeded to bark angerly at nothing for about half a minute before realising that there was, in fact, nothing but the headmistress in her office. Shaking his head, then pawing at his little toaster face in what must have been a grooming sort of act, he stretched his little toaster body before turning to the headmistress, [b]"GOOD MORNING, GREAT OVERLORD HEADMISTRESS-SAMA! FORGIVE MY LOUDNESS THIS MORNING, I THOUGHT I FELT SOME FORM OF DISTURBANCE IN THE SCHOOL BUILDING!"[/b] Exclaiming his reasoning's to the headmistress, he padded on over to where she lay her head and nuzzled a hand. This little toaster needed no one else other than the headmistress, no one else at all.

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Aram rolled out of bed shaking. There was...he felt fine, but...the pain from his arms was overwhelming. Getting up shakily from the floor he had literally rolled onto from his bed, he plopped himself to sit back into his bed. The demon was hesitant, but did proceed to take off the bandages. And there it was, absolutely nothing wrong. For the most part, his arms were no longer bleeding, but now he still had fresh, open wounds. They were fine, in the scheme of things, but they didn't seem to have healed much from yesterday. This didn't mean anything. Sometimes the healing process could be fast, and sometimes it could be slow. At least most of his fingers seemed fine. Conjuring up a piece of hard candy, Aram caught it in his mouth while proceeding to bandage up the wounds again. His classes started in the afternoon, so he could probably relax for a while longer before preparing for the lessons. Pulling on pieces of his clothing slowly, he couldn't help but moan here or there when a particularly bad injury was poked in the wrong way. It was going to be a long day.