The Professor In Narnia Novels & Stories

The rest of their companions laughed as Dorin tried to pull away from his best friend who glared at the Dryad. “I’m glad to see that you have bonded with each other,” called a voice from behind. The two groups turned around to see their professors watching them from the middle of the room. “I guess further introductions are no longer needed since you all seem to know each other.” “Good afternoon, Dean Alcione, professors,” Xander nodded at the rest. The heads of the magic divisions were present, namely Prof. Althea of the Magic Medicine Department, Prof. Dupont of the Alchemy Department,

Academic opportunities could not. “When do we leave?” “One hour. Station.” I packed fast and reached the station with coffee in one hand and my laptop bag on my shoulder. Professor Reed was already there. Dark wool coat, pale shirt, wind-touched hair, leather briefcase. He looked less like an external reviewer and more like a university brochure designed to ruin people’s judgment. His eyes paused on my coffee. “Morning.” “Good morning, Professor Reed.” “We’re off campus today. Daniel is fine.” I pretended not to hear him and looked for my ticket.

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t need to. He simply bowed his head down. The professor clapped once. “Splendid!” The quirky professor spun with a flourish, his violet coat flaring like a stage curtain. He now faced the boy standing calmly in the back—Elarion. “Now, now, now... Tower boy,” he said, tilting his head, a teasing lilt curling every word. “Would you mind disabling those delightful little explosion spells you planted on the three? Unless, of course, murdering someone is part of your morning ritual.”

Shuddering, I watched as he turned around to face us. “I’m Professor Stefan, your Tactics 101 teacher for this year,” he loudly announced to us as he walked from one side of the classroom to the other. “I have been tasked with turning you pups into the best werewolves and leaders you can be.” He stopped suddenly and looked directly at Rowan and me. “I didn't agree to teach you, nasty creatures. But yet here I am forced to do it. I beg of you, don't give me a reason to show you my bad side because I won't hesitate to take you out.”

"We've missed you." Professor smiled wearily, his gaze filled with a combination of sadness and determination. "I apologize for my absence," he said. "I had to venture into the depths of the supernatural realm to gather crucial information. The darkness we face is far more insidious than we imagined." As he spoke, the other wolves gathered around, their expressions a mix of curiosity and relief. Professor's return brought a renewed sense of hope, a glimmer of reassurance that we were not alone in this fight.

I snapped clinging onto my hairpin ready to take her out. “Calm yourself Earis,” she whispered then pointed in front of the theatre. My head moved in sync with her hand and that's when I saw him. The very hound that had marked me, dressed in a black suit leaning against the professor's table. My breath caught in my throat. “Silence…” Prof. Corner's timid voice sliced through the noise in the theatre. “I know this is your final year but we have a new professor from Cambridge, he'll be taking your drama classes from today,” he added.

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."