The Professor In Narnia Novels & Stories

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

"Anthony… What do you do? I mean, I don't think a professor can afford this type of lifestyle with such a low income. This house looks like it is worth millions of dollars." He stopped what he was doing to face me with a surprised expression on his face. I was confused about the expression and wondered if I offended him in some way. "You don't know who I am?" "I… I seriously don't. You're a mysterious man and… wait, you're not a don, right? You're using being a professor as a cover up." Anthony laughed even louder than he did the last few things, hunching over the island. He had a beautiful laugh but was he mocking me or something.

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

His preying look on my body makes me ignore the fact that I am giving a spectacle to a class filled with students who are now chattering around me. “Achoooo! Ow Chummmmm!” I sneeze repeatedly, begging God to open the ground and swallow me up. When the Professor grabs his coat and moves towards me, wrapping it around my shoulder, I freeze, breathing in his expensive cologne. “Come, I’ll help you to a seat before you fall down,” he says guiding me to a chair in the middle of the class. I can’t help but notice the enticing eyes of other students on me, and now, the noise was getting to me.

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

He clenched his teeth as a reply and for a moment she saw his eyes flash a different colour but it was gone so soon, she couldn’t be sure if she had only imagined it. Suddenly the commotion in the class settled. Apparently, the professor had entered. He was a doable, old fellow with the most amusing tales and share-worthy mythical instances. Eira had never been more excited for a class before but when the student standing in front of her finally took a seat, her gaze fell upon not an old man but a young woman, a little too young to be a college professor. “She is the professor for this subject?” Nate asked, sounding as shocked as she was. The professor turned as if she had heard his question

' "Indeed they are but you. You are not good at this Professor?" 'Professor? I…' He smiled and said, 'I am glad that you can still recognize me, Mobius…?' Professor is a type of person who accepts reality and truth when it comes and if he doesn't know how to escape from it. Mr. President has already met him many years ago and he knows that Professor is a magician who can trick people with the face of his choice. Mobius Raven Rinber is the real name of the president of the Ard. This environment is intriguing because of how the air is not flowing in one direction. It seems like the flow has stopped and a question must be asked about how these two people know each other and why they are relaxed

I smiled blissfully at her. After some time, the bell rang and we rushed to the classroom. I found Professor Zain talking to one teacher in the corridors near our classroom. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. He's so attractive and tall. The way his perfect lips are moving, I can't describe in words. My heartbeat quickened again all of sudden. What is happening to me? Am I losing my mind?

“Prof. Milford is coming. Act natural.” I followed his gaze and nearly fell off my chair. Professor August Milford, one of the killer professors in Columbia, walked up the stairs and stopped by our table. I did not have to look around to realize that all eyes were deadset on us. It may have only been a week for me to breathe and live like a college student, but even I knew that the professor usually only wandered about at the podium, at the front of the classroom.

Unlike the tourist attractions, the campus was peaceful with rows of palm trees shaded by ancient stone buildings and students hurried between lectures carrying stacks of books. Inside the Department of Archaeology, an elderly professor welcomed us warmly. "You must be Miss Maritza." He extended his hand. "I am Professor Hassan. It is a pleasure to meet you." I grab and accept his hand. "The pleasure is mine." Ayesha smiled. "I'll leave you two to talk." The professor gestured toward a shelf overflowing with books. "So… I hear you've become fascinated by Pharaoh Kharef." I nodded my head. "I have."