The Professor In Narnia Novels & Stories

My palm pressed against her lips—the warm, soft touch made both of us freeze at the same time. I immediately pulled my hand back. The tips of Tina's ears turned red, and she looked away. From inside the door, the Professor's deep voice rang out: "Are you going to come in or what?" The Professor looked much older than he did five years ago, with white hair at his temples. He gave me a look and only said one thing: "Now that you're back, don't leave again." I lowered my head and gave a firm nod. After getting back to my accommodations, I fell into a deep sleep the second I

I muttered and his brows creased for a second as he looked like he was fighting with himself. “You can't back out once I lose myself.” He said, and I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I forced that haziness out of my head and nodded. Then he descended the stairs slowly until he was right in front of him. Kent, the golden professor of the campus. Everyone wanted him. The most renowned professor even though I've been hearing rumors about him getting terrifying these days. I didn't understand what was going on even as he approached me but I felt my knees weaken as he stared at me.

As I sat down, I felt calmer than I had ever since I’d come here. The professor walked in moments later. He was tall and thin. He had silver hair that was pulled back neatly. His eyes looked observant. He started the lecture without wasting time. “Today,” he said, “we will discuss advanced magical theory and creature lore. Specifically, the balance between magic, instinct, and survival.” I leaned forward then opened my notebook.

“The way you led your team through impossible odds, the perfect score on the final exam. I believe you’re going to do well here.” Say something intelligent, Daisy. Stop staring at him like a lovesick fool. “I-I hope so,” I mumble. “The academy seems... intense.” “It is,” he agrees. “But you survived the Warrior Competition, so you will survive this place. Just remember—” “Liam Kingston!” We both turn to see a professor striding towards us, his cashmere coat waving in the afternoon breeze. He looks older than Professor Navarro with silver strands threading through his dark hair and a facial expression of perpetual irritation.

Her biological son, whom she despised, was actually innocent? When the Anderson family became flustered and confused, an old yet firm voice said from the door. “Even if he handed in blank papers, he’s a talent that we’d like to covet!” Everyone turned around. They saw a gray-haired old man walking over with a group of bodyguards surrounding him. When John saw this old man, he immediately stood up respectfully and no longer exhibited a stern aura. “Professor Lennon! Why are you here?” Professor Lennon? Richard Lennon, the leader of the Havermouth University of Technology, was a lifelong science academician of the nation!

why he is an Ex soldier or the fact that he was seven years older than me. When I heard the class suddenly began to settle my eyes scanned over to the man who had just walked in as our new professor. “Good morning,I would be your professor for this class” I heard someone say. My eyes instantly moved to the front of the classroom and when I saw the man standing there, my heart stopped. It was killian, my step brother he is my new professor. I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled.

"Use your words, not your might. This is a classroom, not your private hunting grounds." Rhysandra collapsed into her seat, sobbing silently, clutching her throat, arrogance shattered. Everyone knew Noir was one of only five professors Riven had respected since childhood. The Prince simply rolled his eyes, a lock of dark hair falling over his forehead as he picked up his pen. "Whatever you say, Professor." He began to scribble. His gaze flicked toward me. I was still staring, mind racing to figure out why he was covering for me. He knew it was my spell.

The inside of the vehicle was hot because of the heater and he was suffocating with all the clothes he had to wear to cover himself. He arrived at the literature faculty and headed to the auditorium. The professor was talking about one of the most popular works in England. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was one of his favourite authors because she wasn't afraid to write and describe things as she saw them in real life. He smiled because he knew everything the professor was saying. After all, he had already read all her books, maybe twice or more. In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

I smirked back. “Damn, quite feisty huh?" “Say that to my nature.” I gave him a lopsided grin to which he gave me his own. Soon the chatter died down as the Professor came in. His powerful strides taking him towards the podium. “Our Professor for the year?” Stephano whispered. I nodded. “That’s one sexy thing in the room.” He seductively spoke while pucking out his lips, his eyes zeroing on his rigid posture. “True that.” I dreamily sighed.

Eliana POV "Good morning all, Professor Harris is running a bit late due to a personal emergency, so he asked me to fill in for this introduction lecture," he looked so calm and collected as he stood addressing us all, as if he'd done this a thousand times. "Welcome to Economics and Management 302, where you will learn about… well, economics and management." He paused as there was some chuckling at his awful attempt at a joke. "My name is Nathan Campbell, and I'm Professor Harris' personal slave until my PHD is completed. So you may see me around now and then."