Professor Merrythought 소설 & 이야기

The whole café was watching this with interest. “Hush now mortal, look, look there,” he pointed at empty air in front of his eyes. “A red hot planet is moving towards its doom,” he said. “And you know why?” Maverick asked café employee. The employee simply shook his head, he was tightly gripped by Maverick. “Because it has been kissed by death itself,” as he said this he looked at Eve and Eve started looking down. “MAVERICK!” The professor yelled his name. “You were in detention the last time I recall, what are you doing here,” The professor asked.

I think I should really cancel the class today. Me: Wow, It means I'll get the reward now. My hottie Professor: No. I was just kidding. I'm not cancelling the class. I pouted sadly. Me: Why? My hottie Professor: Because I have planned something after college. We need time more than one lecture. I made O mouth. Me: Now you're increasing my excitement more. I'm getting so desperate to get my reward. My hottie Professor: I can vividly see this. Now let me make an announcement.

Taking a deep breath, Daffodil decided she felt comfortable enough with the professor to share her secret. “Professor Theodore… I am a Half-Myth.” Theodore’s mood had lifted considerably when he’d followed Daryl down, realizing as the girl rambled, that she was making something up. It was incredibly amusing to stand outside Beryl’s class and see her glare at all three of them, as though daring them to interrupt her lessons. Walking up the stairs and back to the Library, the professor had grown rather amused at Daryl’s extremely far-fetched stories of Beryl’s and

“Miss Evans, we finally meet.” The teacher stands at the front of the room. Professor Mirelda Stone. Her name fits her perfectly. She looks like she was carved from stone. Black hair wound tight in a bun, shiny cold green eyes that is scary and a faint scar that runs down her neck……..I pity whoever gave her that. She taps a long wooden wand against the desk. “You have quite the reputation,” her tone sounds dry, the words are slow, like she is mocking me or something. I open my mouth to explain.

“You’re making it worse.” “Fine,” I said, smirking slightly. “I’ll be subtle.” She rolled her eyes and walked off. I followed anyway. Later, during morning theory, something odd happened. One of our Professors, Mr Maren was lecturing about pack hierarchies when a flicker appeared on the screen behind her. At first, no one noticed. The projector stuttered, then a video started playing. It wasn’t part of the lesson.

Then, lower: “Have you thought about what I asked?” I turned to look at him and opened my mouth. “Miss Mercer.” Professor Hemsley’s voice from the front was pleasant and precise. “Given that you’ve arrived with limited time remaining, I’d suggest using it.” I closed my mouth. Faced forward. Theo made a quiet sound beside me that wasn’t quite a laugh. I picked up my pen and stared at the paper when it was turned over and told my brain to function like a person who had definitely reviewed these notes and not spent the last twelve hours thinking about everything except Victorian literature.

I blinked, the world rushing back into focus as I was dragged through the crowd. "Come on, Lily!" Rachel encouraged me, turning to me and laughing. *** Rachel and I were perched on the edge of an overstuffed couch, our knees brushing as we tilted back our heads to finish off yet another round of double shots. The liquid fire traced a path down my throat, igniting a warmth that spread through my limbs and coaxed a laugh from between my lips. At that moment, the front door swung open with a flourish, heralding the arrival of none other than Professor Alan Reynolds. He was our Microbiology professor–a young and charismatic guy. Not to mention cute–too cute to be a professor.

Maddox says with a smile, but there's nothing sweet about it. "I'm sorry, boys. It's not your decision to make," The professor says. "It's a mandate from the academy." After he's done making the announcement, he returns to his desk at the corner of the field. I walk up to where the professor is sitting. He seems like the only one who can help with answers to my unending questions. "Professor—" "Billy." "Billy, thank you for... earlier on. I don't know what happened, but... this whole thing has been a terrible mix-up. Could you help me out of here, please? Or just mix one of your spells and explain why the hell I'm here.

The professor grinned and pulled out a jerry can. “What’s in there, prof? Is it your secret potion?” I joked. “Nah, just some food supplement for Randy. Gotta keep our boy healthy.” The professor chuckled. “Hey, we were just talking about visiting him. Mind if we tag along?” Alpha Matthew asked. “Of course not, the more the merrier!” The professor said with a grin. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked eagerly. “Making progress, slowly but surely. He’s a bit more focused, but man, he still has his moments. It seriously messed the guy up,” the Professor whispered, before opening a sleek silver door.

The heat consuming her body gradually ebbed away, making room for the harsh voice of reality pounding at her mind. Sitting up slowly, she buried her face in her hands, confusion and panic clouding her features. "What am I doing to myself? Have I lost my mind?" she muttered to herself, her voice cracking with hesitation. "He’s my college professor! He’s years older than me... How could I let my heart and body surrender so easily to his authority and charm?" Leaning her back against the headboard, her hair falling over her face, her thoughts ground to a halt at the most terrifying reality of all: