The Professor In Narnia Novels & Stories

“I already told you.” “Fuck, man! I wish I had it, too,” Ben says. “Who else has it? Mariah Carey? Mozart?” Lora’s chin rests on her palm. “But isn’t the professor amazing? He figured it out after only listening to you once. How does he do it?” “Because he has it too,” Kristoff says proudly. A gleam in his eyes expresses his admiration for the professor. “Really?” I say breathlessly. He nods. “You can ask him about it later.”

I yelled in frustration, turning on my heels sharply as I walked towards him. Professor Faren had his own lecture hall where he taught his pupils the subtle mysteries of magic or some students called it the magic theory. He taught the history of magic, simple magic all the way up to complex battle magic. From what I could tell, he was a very serious person and didn't like his students missing a word of his lectures.

I roll my eyes as I quickly follow after my professor who seemed to want to run away from them. I reach him as he unlocked the doors to his office, “After you.” He says with a sweep of hand. I giggle, glad to be alone with him again. “I do like a gentleman.” “Too bad what you got was a gentle professor right?” he says as he locks the door behind him. “Did I get a gentle professor or a naughty professor?” He slides up to me, our bodies barely touching, our eyes drinking each other up. “Which do you want now? I can be your gentle professor, or your naughty professor.” He says as he locks me up effortlessly and plops me down on his mahogany table.

I laughed in my mind at that thought. “I’m thirsty, Professor. Get me a glass of water please.” I plead him. He quickly looked for water but there is none in the room. “I’ll just buy outside. Wait for me.” he said and kissed my forehead before going out. “Seriously? Do you call him Professor even if it’s just the two of you?” Flora asked, bewildered. She might find it weird but I don’t see something wrong with it. “He’s my Professor, Flora. What’s wrong with it?” I asked her confused. I’m comfortable calling him that way.

The professor asks curiously. "Oh no! I am a sitter for the Dravens." I reply quickly. "Ahh the Dravens." He replies. Professor Hawthorn begins walking in the direction of Draphend Elementary and motions me to join him. I glanced at the man walking beside me. He has short, messy like, brown hair. He is tall with a better than medium build. I've never been able to get close to him let alone get a good look at him. He has a gentle air about him and seems very familiar but I can't place where from.

My lips parted, but before I could form an answer, the professor’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “What do you want, Miss?” he groaned, his irritation unmasked. “Oooh, I’m sorry, sir,” Nina cooed, feigning innocence, though her smirk never faded. “It’s just that I saw my sister come in a while ago, and she’s taking too long to come out. I just wanted to know if she’s okay.” The professor lifted his gaze at last. His eyes darkened, cold and heavy as they fixed on Nina. The look made the air in the room heavier, and I saw her shift ever so slightly, as if that gaze pressed against her skin.

Leaning in, his warm breath brushed my ear. “Since you want it, I have a special one right here. It’s pure meat, it’s a generous portion, and it will fill you up.” With that, he unfastened his belt. “Professor! Professor, this is inappropriate!” I reached out in terror to push him away, only for him to pin my hands above my head. “What's inappropriate about it?” he murmured, biting my earlobe lightly. “They call me a wolf in sheep's clothing anyway… So whatever I feed you now fits the character perfectly.”

They were engaged in some boyish chatter that was disrupting the peacefulness of the hall. That idiot. He's the reason I'm in this mess. “Look, there's your prince charming,” April giggled, nudging me. I ignored her. We sat down and I brought out my books, ready for a class. The professor came in. I tried listening, at least to half the things he was saying. Finally, the class ended. “Nathan Hunt.” The professor called. “See me after class.” His minions cheered. What the heck was exciting about that? These morons.

– he asked one of the spectators “He needed a ride.” – the man in orange shirt said The professor nodded and walked towards Damon. He couldn’t deny it. Seeing what just happened, he knew who the leader of the pack was. It was this man in front of him. And it was his curiosity that wanted to have a connection with this man. “Hello, sir. My name is Professor Jonathan Dela Cruz. I teach Folklore at a university. If you need anything, I’m ready to assist you.” Damon frowned. Folklore?

She bit her lip and made her way over, sinking into the chair and pulling out her notebook, trying to appear focused even though her mind was spinning. The room filled with the soft murmur of students settling in, but the moment Noah walked in, it felt as though the air shifted. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. He was dressed sharply, his dark hair styled just so, his jaw set in that determined way she had come to know so well. He didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge her in the slightest, but she could feel the weight of his presence. "Good morning, everyone," Noah said, his deep voice echoing through the room, and Belle felt a shiver run down her spine. "Welcome to English Literature.