Professor Merrythought Novelas e Histórias

Outside, Mia and Zara were waiting on a bench like they’d planned an intervention. “There she is!” Mia called, waving me over. “Come sit. You look like you just ran a marathon.” I dropped down between them, exhaling dramatically. “I’m trying so hard to move on from him, guys. I sat in the back. I barely spoke. And then he called on me anyway. And praised me. And returned my notebook. Why does he have to make it so difficult?” Zara grinned, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “Because the universe hates us, clearly. But seriously, Ava you’ve got this. Final year! We should be planning epic graduation parties, not pining after unavailable professors.”

“It’s a public cafeteria, isn’t it? I promise not to deduct points for poor conversation.” I froze. “Of course, Professor.” He sat down across from me, completely unbothered by the dozens of eyes that immediately turned our way. It was awkward, to say the least. Professors didn’t eat with students, not unless it was some kind of formal event. Ethan looked like he was debating whether to disappear under the table, and I couldn’t even blame him. But Kieran, as usual, carried himself like he owned the air around him. Within minutes, he had us laughing as he explained the real history behind the course we were taking, how most of what the textbooks said was edited by the Council, and how much de

One had to be precise when enchanting them, which just so happened to be the one thing Henry was not. Professor Merriweather swept into the room on a cloud of gardenia scented perfume. Her long hair was the color of cinnamon, bound in a thick braid that trailed halfway down her spine. I didn’t mind the professor, but she had a penchant for running off the rails with her lectures, inevitably leaving the class stumped. “Good evening, everyone!” She sang, then proceeded to launch into a recap of what we’d learned last class. Afterwards, she flitted to a nearby supply closet to retrieve what appeared to be an ordinary occult textbook.

“What is he talking about?” “Not here,” Mateo says quietly. “Professor, let’s go.” The officers gesture toward the door. I watch them escort Mateo out. David lingers behind, steps close to me. “You threw away three years for a man you barely know,” he says, voice low. “I hope he was worth it.” I don’t respond. Just turn and walk toward the door. David calls after me. “Oh, and Elena? You’re officially dropped from the physics program. Morrison signed the paperwork an hour ago. Effective immediately.”

she said. I heard Rowan snicker, and I nudged him in the ribs. Draven squeezed my hand gently again, and replied to the professor. “Well, thank you for telling me how you really feel, Professor Morris. If you are so unhappy with the academy, you are free to find a new position elsewhere. A different academy maybe? Please, don’t let us stand in your way. However, if you look at the school’s numbers, things are better than they have been in many years. Since becoming headmaster, I have seen the students thrive, and become academically sound. They actually enjoy being at school instead of wishing they were anywhere else. There will be some new things implemented in the near future that I’m sure

It was far from being a piece of cake. "How does he remember all these stuff?" A boy from the other end of our joined table asked. "That's what makes a professor, a professor, isn't it? They're passionate about their subject. And we just did something horrible to him today..." My eyes swiftly went to gaze at Mercy. She seemed distant, but was doing fine with her group of friends. I blinked my eyes, not knowing what to do. Out of the blue, my phone had gone off. I caught Mark glancing down at my screen, caller ID displayed as...

“I figured you’d hate chamomile.” I blinked. “Thanks?” She looped her arm through mine like we were old friends and not mortal opposites forced into proximity by cruel administrative fate. “How did it go?” she asked. “Madam Meera says I’m a walking magic error.” “Oh! Neat!” I stared at her. She giggled, completely unbothered. “Come on, we’ll be late for Cryptobotany! Professor Thorne gets cranky when we don’t bow to her mandrakes.”

Wow. "Weird." I whispered and focused on my skittles. The two-hour lunch break ended and our history professor walked in. This professor is actually a bit weird... or unique from other teachers here at our university. I could say that she had the same energy as that arrow tattoo girl has. They're both obsessed with mythical creatures. Pushing her thick black-framed glasses, she cleared her throat to get the attention of some of us. Yes, emphasis on 'some'. American high school students usually don't care about nerdy professors like her.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

"But really, you shouldn't stand in the way like that. Good dogs know better." I looked toward Professor Doyle, who was packing up his teaching materials. He adjusted his glasses and said coldly, "You're clumsy and lack even the instinct to dodge an attack. Mindy, a defective product like you is seriously damaging the academy's distinguished atmosphere. Come to my office after class. I need to consider whether to revoke your enrollment here."