The Professor In Narnia Novels & Stories

"Hunnie is that you ?!" Called someone to my right, coming from the living room. "Hi, it's me. " I stated nervously, as I held this big pot of water infront of me. It was one of the professors that taught at the academy. She's also in charge of our new ascending teens. Professor Plumith. "Aren't we thirsty?" She laughs eyeing the pot of water I held that was filled to the rim. "Always working on spells, aren't cha?" Her face broke out into a wide and proud smile.

And he happily wrapped his strong arms around her for a light hug. Pulling away, he passed her and a smile and so she did, but that smile was not pure as the question asked by Nathan popped in her brain. Of course, nothing happened like this with her! “It’s okay, Nath—,” she was interrupted by the low but keen voice of her professor. “Sorry, students, actually the principal called me urgently. So let’s start…” the professor gave her reason and started teaching. Staying on that seat, she continued studying even though she wanted to sit with Ahaz.

Those hands that guided me to submission as I took him in, the whole of him. Oh, not again! I blinked, trying to focus. This is Stephan, your step-uncle and a professor at your school. Nothing more! The voice in my head was so loud, I feared others in the room could hear it. I slowly moved my hand to take his, trying as much as possible to avoid eye contact. “Imani…” he half called, half groaned my name, “it's nice to meet you again,” he said as I raised my head.

“I have always liked that place. A quiet community for Godly families.” Myra would have choked on her food if she had been eating. How could anyone put the word Godly side by side with the Ciaran complex? That was the city of sin practically. And to look at the man making such claims, a man that had stared at her breasts a little too long earlier. “Don’t you feel lonely there? Just you and your little girl there.” The old man continued. Again, the Professor did not respond on time. He took his time to chew his food before he said, “We are doing just fine. We barely have any free time to dwell on whether we are truly lonely or not.”

Reynold added, and I nodded to his statement. About five minutes later, the Professor walked in and everywhere became silent. “Good morning everyone. I’m Professor Newt and I’ll be one of the people taking your class. Without wasting much of our time, let’s get into the topic discussion of today.” He voiced out to us. I got my book and pen ready so as to jot down things that are necessary to note.

“Right at that time—just a few minutes after I sat back down—my eyes got so heavy all at once. I couldn’t keep them open. I tried to fight it, I really did… but I just fell asleep right there. I never sleep on duty, never! I don’t know how it happened.” I leaned closer again, my face hard and cold. This was the key. This was the link I needed. “Who is the professor?” I asked, each word slow and sharp. “Tell me his name. Describe him to me. Now.” The guard flinched under my gaze, but he answered quickly, desperate to talk. “P-Professor Cross… Sir. Darian Cross Sr. He teaches History here.” I stepped back slowly, my legs feeling suddenly heavy, like they couldn’t hold my weight properly. If th

By the time class was over, I had already filled out a couple of pages of notes and I was ready to tackle the next class. Introduction to Magic with Professor Ivy. This was an interesting class, and I came to find that it was mostly a class of witches and wizards with only a few shifters. Professor Ivy was a beautiful and vibrant professor with a smile that practically lit up the room. Like Professor Santina, she wrote her name, class, and textbooks on the whiteboard and I wrote them down, making a note to go to the school store to get these books.

After a few seconds I heard the Professor's voice booming in class as he resumed his boring talks about the boring lecture in such a boring tone. I hate him. Professor Martin is not like other staffs. he's strict and not so friendly with students who always keep his face up and talk in the air. can't blame him, he must be at least fifty and the age itself allows him to be grumpy and ill-tempered. his thick and square glass will be on his nose all the time. It's been a month of me being in this college and not even for once I saw him smiling. He's hard to impress and to deal with. no one, i repeat no one would dare to stand against him because he exactly feels like some evil character of a mo

Chapter 2 I pouted and glared at her. "You're the one who can't stop teasing me." "It's not my fault you're the hopeless romantic who fell for your hot godfather," she joked again, but I couldn't help but smile. Our professor, Sir Ramon, entered silently, carrying a thick notebook and laptop. He was an older professor known for being strict, but he was easy to talk to outside of class. "Good afternoon, class," he greeted, checking the names on the attendance sheet.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.