Jenny Parkinson taught history at Bromfield Community College. She was a brunette in her late thirties, 5'5" with hazel eyes. Last year she had faced the rather bothersome situation of a divorce, which left her with three children. However her eldest daughter, Alice, had left home to study a graduation course. The bad news was that her son, Michael, was the bad apple who was starting the upcoming school year as one of her students, which would give him the misplaced belief that he could get away with murder... metaphorically speaking. As to her other daughter, Carol, she was quite well-behaved both in terms of being the youngest of her kids and in terms of being a preteen.
Jenny had spent a well-earned break over the summer at the seaside while Alice kept the home and her ex had the opportunity to care for the other two. Being something of an amateur archaeologist she had spent some of the daytime digging and scraping about the beaches and sea cliffs when she happened upon a most mysterious artifact, a whistle apparently carved from a stag's antler. In her leisure hours after returning home she cleaned and buffed this item and found an inscription upon it... Iere avertentem et gelu. She took the opportunity to pass on a copy of this to a colleague who had a rudimentary knowledge of Latin who provided a translation of They went, misleading the frost.
Eventually the school term started. Her classes were somewhat rowdy but bearable in the initial weeks, but after a month had passed she then found herself walking into a scene of total anarchy. She strained to keep the class under control but her son kept stoking the fire of discord, whereupon she remembered having the self-same whistle in her jacket. Pulling it out she prepared to silence the mob with a blow that would surely be taken in the manner of a whistle signaling the end of a break. She looked upon the whole class, put the whistle to her lips, and blew.
She was shocked by what she witnessed while she blew. Before her very eyes all the students in her class, everything they wore or were physically carrying at the time, shrank away so fast that, by the time she stopped blowing, she could barely see them. She was now transfixed as she looked between her find and the now deceptively empty classroom. What had she found?
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