Novel & Cerita Professor Arc

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

he murmurs. Jon’s shoulders tense. "This isn’t your concern, Arc." Arc. So that’s his name. But if memory serves me right, Jon just joined the school today and Arc has been here for more than a month. What in the- Arc shifts his gaze back to me, something calculating in his stare. Then, slowly, too slowly, he takes a step back. "As you wish." He gives me one last unreadable look before turning and disappearing around the corner, silent as a shadow.

“Please take your seats so we can start.” Gentlemen,” continued the elderly professor with red hair streaked with gray. “I am Leopold Louise Alcione, dean of the Magic department and head of the Magical Defence and Offence department.” he looked to his left where the dark skinned professor sat. “This beside me is Professor Reginald Morell who will temporarily replace Professor Morell from the Arcane Arts Department and Professor Jacob Dupont who is currently taking Professor Gerstein’s place in the Alchemy department.” he then faced the other side. “To my right are Professor Belladona Dimitrio, head of Herbal Lore, Professor Kylyne Rose Raevers, head of Charms and Enchantment and Professor A

"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

The hallowed halls of St. Jude's University were lined with ancient oak and the stifling scent of dust and tradition, but in Lecture Hall 4, the atmosphere was different. It was electric, charged with a tension that made the skin of twenty-one-year-old Elara Vance prickle every time Professor Gabriel Thorne spoke. Thorne was a legend in the architecture department-not just for his brilliance, but for a cold, aristocratic detachment that seemed to challenge every student who dared to look him in the eye.