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He’s handsome up close, making me admire him enough to forget my train of thought.
“Are you second-guessing the date?” Professor Blackbird inquires, pulling me back to my task at hand.
He has to be Nephilim. Fae are so damn distracting.
“No.” I counter and give him a determined look. “I was assigned to bring the surprise to this location with the excuse of a spike energy source in this specific spot. Seeing as I have a few hours to spare with my early completion of the entry exam, it only seemed commendable to be a part of the surprise, right, Professor Blackbird?”
There’s the smile that makes his eyes twinkle so perfectly, the shades of blue and purple shifting to a warm honey gold with hints of orange.
“You follow protocol perfectly, Miss Guinevere,” Professor Blackbird announces. “Wasn’t expecting any less from you. Makes me feel rather proud that we’ve been officially assigned as your professors for the majority of your specialized classes at N.M.U.,” he reveals, to my surprise.
“Wait… really?”
I turn my head, moving my gaze to Professor North.
His attention is briefly on the cake in my grasp. He looks as if he can’t believe I actually have an entire cake in my possession for him.
When his dusk eyes meet mine, I only have a few seconds to see his uncertainty, confusion, intrigue, and hints of desire that dance in those shadowed hollows before it’s sealed away with a blink.
Bringing back the man with a scolding expression.
“It was decided for your best interest, with Headmaster Atlas’ encouragement, for you to be assigned two different professors,” he announces with a serious tone. “Your performance during your trial was indeed up to par with N.M.U. standards of excellence and magic artistry. It was enough to deem you worthy to have us assigned in aiding your swift growth and advancement at N.M.U.,” he summarizes. He takes a brief look at the cake once more.
“Though the surprise cake wasn’t something I was expecting,” he grumbles in dismay.
I smirk deviously in return and turn around to face him. Leaning up to my tiptoes, I watch for a second as he grows rigid at my close movement.
“That’s why it’s called a surprise, Professor North.”
I lean back and watch how his cheeks begin to turn red.
“I win.” I mouth at him with a saucy wink that makes him look red kettle on the verge of exploding in three seconds flat.
“Ophelia Mineve—”
“Oh dear,” Professor Blackbird interrupted. “You forgot the wizard wand candles, Miss Guinevere.”
“Hmm?” I pull my eyes away from the amusing sight of grinding Professor North’s gears to see Professor Blackbird’s pouting expression. “Did I?”
I need a few seconds to think about it.
“Ah, you’re right,” I say with a frown. “That’s because… my new roommate was going to bring them with a lighter,” I conclude and proceed to step around Professor D’Angelo to make my escape.
“A lighter?” Professor D’Angelo speaks up, which forces me to stop after three steps and turn around to acknowledge him as he crosses his arms.
I’m only now realizing he’s pretty short in comparison to Professor North and Professor Blackbird.
“As a prestigious new student of N.M.U., I’d assume you’d be able to conduct a basic fire spell, Miss Guinevere,” he confronts with an eyebrow raised.
“Certainly,” I begin.
Professor North is glaring the living life out of this man while Professor Blackbird has a blank expression on his face.
Why is that more frightening?
Those who mask their emotions in heightened situations are always the most dangerous in any situation.
Meaning I have to think of how to get out of this before Professor Blackbird accidentally commits murder for me.
