classroom 1b

@ϟ Zabdiel The Deputy Headmaster? Wow. Well I’ll take your word for it then.
/I grow more nervous as he peeks over to me, my request for help interesting him. He grins at the wording of my question, trying to beat around the bush rather than come out and say it directly./
Unofficial as in it’s something that I can’t show you here. I haven’t showed anyone. Not even Vanessa.
/My eyes flirted anywhere but his face and I eyed the students sitting around us to make sure no one heard./

@☾Tessa / I don't move my eyes an inch as I spew out the lie that came so naturally at this point.
I help the Deputy Headmaster to construct the more difficult potions that are necessary for the school reserve. Staff keeps the more complex but necessary ones in the infirmary, in the potions lab, in the Headmaster's storage. Some are to combat things the student body isn't allowed to know we have on campus, so trust when I tell you that I can't explain this one but it's important. The smell is horrific and I've heard it tastes even worse but better to deal with that than what it combats, I can promise.
/ She thumbs at the pockets of her robe nervously, offering more of a situational suggestion than directly asking for help. My lips curl up at her attempt at creating a loophole.
What would you officially need unofficial help with, Miss Barracus?

@ϟ Zabdiel /I watch as he summons the flames below his cauldron, covering my nose as the horrible smell flowed our of his concoction. I lean over to take a peek at what was inside just as he starts the movement again, blurring the contents./
I know I told you I wouldn't ask but my lord what is that?
/At your mention of me needing help with anything, an idea nags at the back of my mind. Not knowing if I should show it to anyone just yet. I stare at the potion before us, deciding I at least needed to tell someone, perhaps you could help figure it out./
Well unofficially there is something I need help with... if you would be willing to help.

@☾Tessa / I calm my draught with a wave of my hand and wave my wand to increase the height of the flames beneath until the solution boils. I keep my eyes locked on it as I answer her, scrunching my nose at the foul odor it starts to emit, indicating it's almost complete.
Officially, I'm here to help. Unofficially, if I can work on my own while I'm here, I'm going to use my time to my advantage.
/ She hesitates before her apology but I shake my head and shrug off the idea. I still avoid eye contact as I stare at the bubbling potion beneath.
Don't worry about it. I didn't pay it much mind. But you wouldn't have made the cut if you weren't talented enough in different capacities. As long as it doesn't interrupt the operation I have going here, I'll help you with whatever you need to get this down.

@ϟ Zabdiel Singed eyebrows. That's a good one. I'll have to see what I can mix up for that.
/I let out a laugh in joking nature. I thank him quietly has he sifts the iridescent ingredient over my cauldron. I scan over the listings one more time making sure I got everything before following the rest of the directions./
I assume that's why you're in here then? I won't mess with your potion then.
/I finished off the potion and smiled as it came out successfully. I turned to you on my stool and put my hands in my lap, my words coming out carefully as I spoke./
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come off rude. People often think I just don't care about being here and that I couldn't be as smart as her. I have my own talents, I just choose when I want people to see them.

@☾Tessa / She chuckles, more at ease now and I smile in reply.
That's why I'm not gonna be the test subject of your potions. If you screw something up, I'm not getting covered in warts or getting my eyebrows singed off because you stirred a potion five times instead of four.
/ I help sprinkle the mermaid tail scales over her potion as she scans over the list once more.
I make a lot of different potions, they're just at a more complex level than yours. Some of the more technicals take a month, six months, I brewed one once that took over a year. So as they're this time consuming, it would not bode well for anyone for me to have to start all over. But I apologize - I only made the connection, I didn't mean the comparison.

@ϟ Zabdiel /I start laughing along with you as you chuckle at my misfortune, the anger I once felt slipping away./
You know I don't know why you're laughing. I could have very well messed one of these up and given it to you.
/Watching as you pull several other ingredients over cauldron, I peek with curiosity as your start mixing other things together. What could take a whole month to make? I remembered reading about something but couldn't recall exactly what it was, not wanting to ask you as you seemed quite intimidating./
I won't ask what you're making as long as you don't compare me to my sister again. I studied hard after getting my invitation here and I didn't come here to only be compared to her.

@☾Tessa / I chuckle at her huffing, her getting so flustered so easily being almost comical.
I don't mind helping. I just can't devote my full attention to the basics you have going. All you have to do is ask.
/ I circle my finger above the potion, now looking up to hers.
That looks a lot better. You just have to follow the listings exactly. There's a reason why they're listed that way. But you've got the right idea.
/ I pull a few more ingredients closer to my mixings and add the asphadel.
Just know one rule - I'll help you, but you have to make sure that nothing ever touches the draughts I'm working on. They're very sensitive and take about a month to make. And if anything screws this up, I have to start from scratch and that will make me want to Avada Kedavra everyone in the room.

@ϟ Zabdiel /I watch with an open mouth as he continues mixing whatever he is working on and completely addresses everything wrong with mine. I quickly remake my potion as he told me, containing a huff of anger at him and myself as it turned out correct./
Well sorry to disappoint but I’m not Vanessa.
I’ll finish the class on my own, thanks for your help.
/I calmed the small flicker of anger that sparked inside when he compared me to Vanessa. I loved my sister but I hated being compared to her. I gave a genuine smile as I thanked him for his help on the potion that swirled before me, turning back to work on the next one assigned./

@☾Tessa / Her eyes flicker dangerously at me, hissing a retort. I don't even need to look at her cauldron to know what she's doing incorrectly. I don't look up from my own mix to address her, focusing on what's in front of me with un compromised concentration.
Read the instructions again. You're stirring it clockwise instead of counter. That turns it green instead of purple. And the wormwood goes in after the stirring, not before.
/ I can tell without looking that is agape, not expecting me to have been paying as much mind to her.
I'm working on my own projects. You want help, ask for it. But this is relatively entry-level. Thought that Vanessa's little sister would have a good grip on essential potions.

@ϟ Zabdiel /The professor had just announced that we would be getting an intern, someone to help us if we were having trouble, aka me. I had studied many potions before coming in and even running them by Vanessa to make sure I had them correct. But this one was absolutely stumping me. The intern who they had called Zabdiel was sat right next to me, trying to subtly take notice to the way I struggled with the potion we had been assigned. I watched as he slightly snickered at my misfortune, trying not to grow angry at the fact that he was supposed to be helping me./
You know... my struggle wouldn't be as funny if you actually helped me.

@☾Tessa / Nothing about my situation is easy. It's always about hiding, deception, and extra work to conceal the truth with a lie. When Deputy Headmaster, the only one on staff who knows about my condition, was able to barter a deal with the Potions Professor for me to have an extra slot of potions class to work on my own personal collection, under the pretense of "Head Intern". Of course no other class had this position, of course no other student had this position, but I can spend one more scheduled slot in the laboratory mixing the potion that will abate some of the effects of my illness. Makes it easier on the surface, less to explain to anyone else so no one would be the wiser. The intern, more advanced, working on more advanced potions any normal student wouldn't have the need for. But of course they sat me next to the freshman who was having trouble with a simple draught that I'm sure my younger brother could have done in his sleep. Still, the way she studies the book shows effort, and the way she squints her eyes and clenched her tongue between her teeth in concentration draws is almost endearingly cute, but I ignore her struggle and worry about my own cauldron, careful not to get distracted lest I have to start all over.

@☀ Paloma /sitting back leisurely as my secretary boomed over the magical loudspeaker, I twiddle my fingers behind my head as I think about what to say to you, a certain heaviness in my heart.
"Paloma Vos, please see your way to the Headmaster's office immediately. Paloma Vos, please see your way to the Headmaster's office immediately."
/perhaps it could be pertaining to her NEWT filings? But I couldn't be coy at this point.

/my heels clicking on the tiled floors as I made my way into the classroom, books in hand. I took a seat at one of the middle lab tables, crinkling my nose in disgust as I passed the back ones, knowing what Mar told me about them. I smiled and greeted my fellow students as they trickled in, casually conversing with one of my friends who had taken a seat near me/
Let's hope Potions isn't dreadfully boring this year...

@✤ Marina / I can't help but laugh at her answer, glad that we were also on the same page and desired something with no strings attached. So unlike some of the other witches I've had that have asked when I'd see them again or what I was up to Saturday night, she and I had the same idea in mind - time together just for getting off and being done. She shakes her hips to shimmy her skirt down and I bite my lip at the memory of the way it gyrated against me.
Believe me, preciosa-
/ I call to her before the door shuts as I'm sure she's still in earshot
- the pleasure was mine as well.

@ϟ Zabdiel /my eyes dart immediately to the end of your wand and then to the lock as you released the charm. I then pushed myself off of the table to get to my wobbly feet, using a hand against your chest to stabilize myself. As I do so I smile up at you with a tired yet grateful simper, my hand sliding over a scar I paid no mind to before I cupped your chin to lower your face down onto mine for one last kiss
I’m actually going to go for a little stroll to sober up some more on my way back to the dorms. I got what I came to the party for, so thank you.
/mumbles lazily against your lips before we part and I brush past you, deciding against sharing my name at this point. Perhaps at a later date if we were to meet again, I’d let you know — but for now I was content. Before slipping through the open door I blow you a little kiss and a wink as I mumble, my head popping out from the door
It was a pleasure Zabdiel.

@✤ Marina / I smile at her as she whimpers out her reply, biting her shoulder as she stands up. I laugh as she struggles to o straighten herself, our mingled essence falling from her throbbing core to the stone beneath our feet.
Amazing, cariño. Gracias.
/ I straighten my clothes, trying to ascertain whether or not her eyes are focused on my scarring. Not wanting it to be common knowledge, lest anyone become suspicious, I always monitor whether a girl is overly interested in the markings or if it's an afterthought. Too much fascination might require the use of a memory charm so the detail cannot become everyone's new talking subject. While still surveying her face for any tells, I remove my wand from my pocket and take the locking charms off the door, holding it open for her to follow.
You want to head back to the party and see if there's any alcohol left or -
/ I wink and chuckle at her weak limbs, her struggling to stand as if a newborn fawn.
- do you need to go back to the dorms and take a load off your feet?

@ϟ Zabdiel /one moment I was winding it back to receive every drop of your essence you had released, and the next I was nearly falling forward out of exhaustion. My once muscularly strong legs were weak and wobbly, so I found myself gripping the stool until I could stabilize myself. I hadn't even realized the entire escapade had made me sober up, and so instead of drowning in this intense feeling I felt it with the crispness of sobriety. It didn't help that whatever charm you had ensnared me in was still working at me devilishly, my fingertips curling around the table adjacent to the stool as I let out one last groan before the magic had anticipated. When I heard your voice I couldn't even speak for a moment, my head instead drooping as I let a mixture of our essences drip down my inner thigh, a drop or two presumably hitting the stone floor. Then I chuckle heartily, this whole tryst being quite unbelievable to me as I had no expected my world to be rocked this hard in bed, considering wizards were rather lazy now a days. So as I turn around and begin to pull my skirt up and my shirt down, I murmur back.
I'm exquisite, thank you. And you?

@✤ Marina / Her body quivering and her walls clenching so deliciously were enough to push me over the edge with her, but I hold on while I keep pounding fully into her so she can ride out her high and start building up another within her. The way she screams my name at every jerk of my hips against hers is hypnotic, and I wonder for a brief and fleeting moment if this should be a recurring thing. Shaking my head swiftly to rid it of the thought of anyone getting that intimately close, I ram myself inside her almost savagely as she peaks again, finally letting go and spilling my release into her. Groaning as I let the waves of pleasure crash over me before collapsing against the lab table, I admire the mosaic of merlot-colored bruises I've left over her pallid skin. She rolls her hips back into mine as we absorb the aftershocks.
Damn...
/ I pant and run my hand down her spine as she's haphazardly collapsed back onto the seat of the stool I'd had her bent over.
Gracias, princesa.
/ I smirk at the sight of her still bent over before me and can see how her sopping wet core is still pulsing even in my absence. I had been about to mutter the counter-curse to stop her from feeling my touch without my hand working her, but think better of it and watch as her over-sensitive throbs in frustration. She continues to pant out sharp exhales as I pull up my pants and retrieve her clothes from the floor, setting them on the lab table beside us. To gage the effect I'd had, I smile and chuckle as I ask
You alright?

@ϟ Zabdiel /it was all becoming too much for me, for you knew exactly what to do to make a woman unravel fast. It was no secret I was already trembling from the first release, and now I was on the fast track to another that would rip through me. Although I had been very vocal I was growing weaker due to my tense vocal chords, instead your name falling illicitly from my lips in rhythmic murmurs that you could hear clearly, almost like an incantation. Though when you kept up with whatever magic you conjured to have me still feeling the friction of your finger without it being there, I let out a drawn-out whine that flurried into a groan when you lifted me up. With my back to your chest now I had no choice but to go up onto my tippy toes, your height making the drive of your impale me so deeply I could feel my insides stretching exquisitely. I was seething by the time your fingers met my s, thrown back onto your hips in a slow grind that would have you feeling every inch of my walls. With our bodies in tandem now, I could feel myself swiftly approaching another -- though it didn't really hit me until you pressed your palm into my lower stomach.
I --- --- yes, I love it . All for you, it's all for you. Take it baby.
/oh god -- the pressure -- the heavenly pressure made me absolutely combust into an ethereal , one that makes me shudder against your body as I roll my hips back. No doubt our connection had become a sopping mess, lewd sounds escaping not just our panting lips but from where our hips met below. As I was coming down you had me gasping, hips rolling to urge you into release as well.
, Zabdiel.

@✤ Marina / I can tell she's lost composure by the way my name and pleas for more and harder and screams of satisfaction tumble from . Of course I have no choice but to comply, the animalistic tendency within me compelling me to behave the way she was asking without permission as it was. Her screams were ricocheting off the rafters and I laugh to myself at her being made so weak by my actions. Maybe her yells were more influenced by the liquor or maybe she is just this vocal in bed. I raise my lips from marking her neck to the shell of her ear and whisper hotly.
You like that, mama? You're taking this thick so well, preciosa... So ing wet. That all for me babe?
/ I retract fully once more only to ram into her depths again, pulling her hips back toward my own, reaching around to play with her . Once I've set a pace that has her legs trembling beneath her, I whisper an incantation that keeps the feeling of that touch present. I let my palms skate up her body and begin to massage the large globes of her in my hands. With the way she begins and arching into my touch, I follow her guide as to what she likes the most and let my fingertips play with her s until they've peaked with desire for anything more. She's clenching around my again and I know she's about to spill over, so I whisper the same spell to keep the sensation of my hands on her beast as they lower down to her waist again. Knowing how close she is, I pull her back against me with the heel of my hand pressed hard against the base of her stomach where her body is clenching for me, a known trick of Pressure on those muscles making a woman explode with her .
Don't hold it back. Let it go, hermosa.

@ϟ Zabdiel /with impressive speed I was suddenly flipped over and urged to grapple onto the seat, my muscles still weak from my crescendo that had already come to a peak, but I soon praised and reveled as you lifted me up. Only I was so much more sensitive now, weakly carried in your arms as I am pulled up and tugged by my hair, making my lips part to relinquish a high pitched moan that soared up to the wooden roof, and no doubt into the corridor just outside. Thank god no classes were in session, we'd surely never be able to sneak around.
Oh -- here we go again, ah ah ah -- papi . Just like that -- .
/whimpers were the only thing that fell from my swollen and glistening lips, soon separated as your lips ravaged my once unmarked neck, decorating it in a smatter of colors and textures. Good thing our house had a pretty looking scarf. My body was so weak yet I begged for your to impale me further, wanting nothing more than to prolong our illicit connection so I was content with you railing up into me until I was swiftly approaching yet another that was absolutely yet divinely destroy me.

@✤ Marina / She shatters to pieces beneath me and I choke back a groan as her constricting so tight around me brought me closer - but what fun would it be if the escapade just ended here? I pull out from her completely, not giving her any moment to breathe or recover as I flip her over the edge of a barstool beside the lab table and turn up the edge of her skirt. Landing a swift smack on her and partially over her still throbbing , she cries out with an arch of her back and grips hard onto the legs of the stool underneath her. My name falls from her lips in a constant plea for more and I finally acquiesce, slamming inside her slick channel from behind. The new trajectory has the head of my pressing against the most sensitive spot inside her that I know will send her spiralling. She's unbalanced with her torso on the small seat and I groan every time her legs tremble to the point she nearly makes the stool fall. Creating a makeshift ponytail in her hair, I wrap it around my wrist and yank her head back so she is standing with her back against my chest and my mouth has access to her neck and collar. Already knowing the secrets of her body like I have a map, I on the skin of and her body melts into me.
Feel so ing good, mamita... So ing gorgeous the way you for me... Yo quiero verla otra vez...

@ϟ Zabdiel /we had both found a perfect rhythm, bodies falling in sync to the point where our moans sounded like a symphony when accompanied by the salacious slaps of our hips meeting in hurried ecstasy. I was amazed at how talented you seemed to be in bed, how smoothly your hips slid into mine to let your manhood impale me at the most pristine angle, making my back arch into you. I was shouting your name into the heavens like a chant, a hymn if you will -- a song of pleasure that was only meant for your ears to hear. It surprised me how fast I was approaching a marvelous crescendo, my pinned nature making me more vulnerable to your abrupt s and eager toying of my pearl.
Ah -- , . Zabdiel.
/even as I was stating your name I had realized I had never given my own, but perhaps that was for the better considering this would be a one night stand, and you didn't seem too interested in finding it out either. It only two a few more of your length hitting that sweet spot of mine to have me quaking in your grasp, shuddering as an rips through me and sends me into a groaning mess. I bite down so hard onto my lip I could feel it bruise, my walls now ultra sensitive as they clench around you, urging you to come as you please as well.

@✤ Marina / I grunt as I slide into her at a ruthless, almost rabid rhythm as she begs for me to give it all to her. The growing desire and ache in the pit of my stomach causes my hips to jerk forward even faster to reach a depth I hadn't imagined I could. With every push into her, her legs clamp tighter about my waist and I feel her slowly unraveling. I slide out of her almost completely only to fully up to the hilt inside her again, and it suddenly occurs to me that I only had swooped in and targeted- that I hadn't even gotten her name. I grab her hips and pull her impossibly closer, nipping at the shell of her ear.
While we'd found our own cadence, I am still trying to control the way my senses are being overtaken by the raging animal inside me. The beast of desire in my chest wants to keep her screaming in ecstasy and ing into her until we both combust, but my logical mind wins out and keeps an even tempo. Her hands skate over the skin of my shoulders and I tense, awaiting them to inevitably fall over the deep marks on my chest, so I preemptively grip her wrists and hold them above her head under the hold of one large palm. The other hand slips between us and toys with her throbbing , begging for attention. The surface of the table is unforgiving as I slam her down against it with each , but she mewls and whispers my name in a way that I know I'm sparking every nerve ending alight. I don't ask her if she's close because I can feel her tightening around me enough to know she can hardly take anymore. I whispered heatedly into her ear to encourage her release, holding off on my own until she falls over the edge.
, bonita. for me.

@ϟ Zabdiel /the growing ache finally felt satiated when you were on top of me, your weight pinning me deliciously down at the table to lay at your mercy. I'm not gonna deny your fingers were magical in their ministrations, but it felt too good for you to guide yourself to my entrance. Oh god, and when you slid in inch my inch I was nearly trembling in anticipation before I was filled to the hilt with all you had to offer.
Oh god, Zabdiel. Let me have it all, --
/the cool planate surface of the lab table was stinging my bare back and shoulders, though it gave an electric sensation that only ignited the pool in my core, the slickness that made it so easy for you to slip in and out. The fit was perfect, stretching me out until I was seeing stars as I was slammed into the table repeatedly. The depths you were able to reach were impressive to say the least, aided by my legs you so deftly hooked over your shoulders. I was at your mercy and I loved it, I wanted you to destroy me and I think you understood that by now. My palms slid over your shoulders to encircle them in an embrace to hold you closer as our lips barely connected. I could barely moan because of the connection, so I poured all my gracious passion into a fervent kiss. It was almost animalistic for some reason, the way we were going at it. Our lips were so in-tune and melding with feverish desire my own were becoming swollen quite quickly.

@✤ Marina / I roll my eyes at her protest and dissolution of my excuse, not prepared to discuss the logic of my reasoning to her inebriated state as it was. I see her study my scars but I lower my torso on top of her so she no longer has the capability of seeing them. Though I do allow her to slightly inflate my ego at her compliment of my magic, I slip two fingers into her wet heat and over her pearl with the pad of my thumb.
Then, gorgeous, you haven't met a real monster yet. Though,
/ I allow her to begin taking my pants down before I bring down my boxers with the hand that had been teasing her, prodding at her entrance with the head of my .
You might be about to.
/ I'm sure she's about to make a smartass remark about the difference between cocky and confident, but she doesn't know how deadly serious I am. I push forward without warning and watch her write beneath me before I allow myself to revel in how tightly she constricts me. I take her lower lip between my teeth and pour all our tension into a kiss. Still connected, I raise her knees over my shoulders to hit her sensitive spot at a better angle and to further tighten her core.

@ϟ Zabdiel Excuses. I live in Everwilt. A powerful wizard like you not being able to protect yourself. But I'll drop it.
/a groan interrupted my words as you shoved yourself between my legs, showing me what was to come by nestling your impressive tent so close to my clothed womanhood. I was barely caught off guard when you revealed your torn up chest, my fingers tempted to skim over the decorations, though instead they just hovered before I slid them up and cupped your cheeks and welcomed your kisses.
Ah, papi. Let's cut to the chase, you know what I want.
/as you stripped me down I leaned back with my palms propping me up, the swell of my s falling beautifully in the moonlight before I came back up to wrap my arms around your shoulders. Each nip and kiss had me swelling with the need to be closer to you, to be connected carnally. I made it apparent what I wanted, my fingers deftly working to undo your belt buckle and tug down your pants -- not all the way but just enough to give your bulge room to breath. It was magnetic, the connection that drew my hands to it for a gentle palming, working you up so we'd be ready soon.

@✤ Marina / I shake my head while a delicate spot at the juncture of and shoulder that had her hissing.
No, hermosa, you won't.
/ I press myself up against her so she can feel what our actions have already stirred inside me before I spit out my rehearsed excuse.
Dealing with herbology, I have to go into Everwilt Forrest to get things I need and the animals in there don't take kindly to that.
/ Rather than continue my explanation, I rid my upper body of my shirt, displaying the deep claw mark scars across my torso so there would be no further questioning.
Believe me, baby, you'll be touching, but not where you see you can't.
/ Normally I wouldn't be so open with a one-night witch, but being under the influence I figure she needs more of an explanation than the usual when I'd just turn the lighs out or she'd just be submissive enough to listen. A detailed memory charm can fix what she's seen. I lift her shirt off her body as well and lower my nips and kisses to the swell of her beasts before I rid her of her bra as well. Figuring my first language has been a turn on this far, I switch back and forth.
Tell me what you want, mamita. Dime lo que tu quieres.

@ϟ Zabdiel /my hand was loosely held in yours as you charmed the room, not amazed but showing my eagerness to begin by shifting excitedly on my feet -- which led me to let out a mellifluous squeal when I was tossed and pinned against the nearest lab table. Immediately the chemistry had us bouncing off of each other, my ankles loosely locking behind your lower back as I arch my back into your grasp and crane my neck to grant you more access. The nip has me shuddering along with the ghosting of your fingertips, my chest already heaving in gentle pants.
Whatever you say, Zabdiel. Though might I add things would be a lot better for you if you let me touch you as I please. But I won't argue, handsome.