The Professor In Narnia の小説・ストーリー

His eyes narrowed like I’d triggered a switch. “Oh god,” he groaned. “Don’t tell me you’re bringing him up right now.” I snorted. “Just trying to change the mood.” He crossed his arms. “He’s handsome. Too handsome.” I laughed. “And you think the Professor is what, blind?” “No. I think he’s still a man. And that guy—Elias—he looks like he was sculpted out of temptation.” I rolled my eyes and leaned into him. “You do realize the Professor isn’t some hormone-fueled teenager, right? He’s not going to just fall for the nearest handsome distraction.”

She had clearly heard the amusement in the professor's voice. "What we are going to do is master them by heart, so when your pupils or students ask about it. You will know what to answer. And most importantly, you will know how to teach it." Feeling at ease despite the incident with the bitches, her lips curve in a smile. She loved kids. That's why she was here. "But before that. I want to introduce myself." He turned to walk towards the whiteboards. Nice butt. Sinclair! Nicholas Stafford VI, Ph.D. in Education. Major in World Literature and Natural Science.

Our attention was focused on the young man standing behind the teacher's table. I did not expect that a young man would be our Professor. I was expecting some old grumpy dude but what greeted us was an angelic person. I think he's in his mid-twenties which is very young to be a Professor. "Oh my goshhhhhh! Isn't he Professor James?" James who? "I think so too. Professor James Lennon, the youngest Professor of the academy. Graduated at the age of 18, went to magic tower at the age of 22. We are so lucky!"

The thirty year old professor came out when he noticed that the cab stopped in front of his house and Irvin stepped out. “Good morning, Professor.” Irvin greeted as he was led inside. There are few people decorating the venue with balloons. But what surprised him is that all of them are well toned bodied males. Four of them including his Professors. “Good morning.” He greeted the other three but they just glared at him with a smirk and continued to their doings.

“Wait. I know that name.” “He’s the professor who intentionally failed me,” I answered quietly. Oliver’s jaw dropped instantly. “No way.” I nodded slowly. “Yes. Same professor.” Even from the corner of my eye, I could tell Ronaldo had completely stopped pretending not to listen now. “He was also the professor in charge of the scholarship department.” “That is the worst luck I’ve ever heard in my life,” Oliver muttered, still looking stunned. “Exactly,” I sighed tiredly. “How the freak does that even happen?” Chris asked, genuinely bewildered now.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

These two princes salute the great teacher while I will not salute him. "Miss An, please sit down!" said a man beside the professor. The professor wears his oversized clothes as a professor at this college. I smiled sweetly, and according to what the man said. I respect a man who asks me well. Two princes sat on my right and left. Not long after, two princes also came into this room .. Now the four princes are here with me. All important people seem to be gathered here. "Miss An, this is our professor at the college named Mr. Idory," said the man beside Mr. Idory, the same man who welcomed me.

She turns her head a little more, but still not enough for me to see her properly when she says. “Lina” I smile to myself, and Hunter is going nuts inside my head and keep telling me to make her look at us, only by seeing her eyes I will know for sure that she is my mate. The professor enters the room, and everyone goes quiet. The professor is one of the werewolves working at the school and she bows her head to me when she sees me, I nod my head back to her and smile.

She was serving as their liaison. "Yes..." Elinor answered and Stella looked at the professor again before they started walking again. "That's Professor Henry," She said, "He teaches History and Tactical geography here," She added, "It's probably not him. I must be getting obsessed with this to start hearing his voice everywhere. Or maybe it was a similar note of tone to the one I already know." She said with a smile. Stella frowned for a moment then nodded. And Elinor realized that she was going to investigate it anyway.

Maddox says with a smile, but there's nothing sweet about it. "I'm sorry, boys. It's not your decision to make," The professor says. "It's a mandate from the academy." After he's done making the announcement, he returns to his desk at the corner of the field. I walk up to where the professor is sitting. He seems like the only one who can help with answers to my unending questions. "Professor—" "Billy." "Billy, thank you for... earlier on. I don't know what happened, but... this whole thing has been a terrible mix-up. Could you help me out of here, please? Or just mix one of your spells and explain why the hell I'm here.