Winx Club Professor Palladium 소설 & 이야기

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,

“It… it makes it more intense? Because you know you shouldn’t, so you want it more?” A few people murmured in agreement and he looked at me a little longer. “That is correct,” he said. “The prohibition creates the tension, while the risk makes it addictive.” He paused. “See me in my office after class, Miss Harlow. We’ll discuss your participation.” The class oohed softly. Eden elbowed me under the table with a mischievous grin. “Damn, girl. First class with the hot prof and you’re already in trouble.” I forced a weak laugh. “Shut up.”

I sank into my chair, the leather creaking, and rubbed my temples. Suddenly a knock jolted me, sharp and hesitant. “Come in,” I said, my voice clipped, my eyes on the papers I’d pulled from my briefcase. The door opened, and her scent hit me—jasmine, rain and a hint of soap. Maximus stilled, that eerie calm returning. I kept my gaze on the papers, my pen scratching notes, refusing to look up. “Professor Wolfe?” Isabella’s voice was soft, trembling, but steady. “I… I need to talk about the history club. I’m the treasurer, and we need your approval for the fall budget.”

6 XAVIER Cameron laughs over the phone. “Come on, Xavier. You have to admit that you love the fucking attention that those young ladies give you.” I scowl as I pull into my parking space. “Girls. Children. Some of those students are under eighteen. I am far from being a fucking creep, Cam. Besides, those girls all look the same. Nothing but a bunch of fake blondes and fake noses.” “Don't forget the fake tits.” Cameron teases.

Xavier: The clink of metal was the only sound in the room as she fastened one of her earrings. Her reflection in the mirror was composed, distant, the same look she’d worn for days now. It was starting to crawl under my skin. She stood before the mirror, her reflection calm but her eyes questioning. She reached for the first one — a delicate filigree chain, threads of woven gold curling into leaf-like patterns, a single opal teardrop hanging in the center. It shimmered faintly, soft and refined, the kind of piece that spoke of grace and tradition.

Professor Xander complimented. "Then can I be your wife?" I joked and Carmella choked while Healer Jan started laughing hysterically. "You're already engaged." Professor Xander replied stoically. "So if I'm not engaged, I can be your wife?" I asked. Professor Xander might not be a bad husband candidate. He's good looking, smart, cares enough, and most of all he respects my skills even when I'm a woman. He doesn't think twice to teach me magic when it could totally be useless to me when I get married.

After that, he said, “Mr. Quinton, these two pills inside these two wooden boxes are a small token from me. The one on the right is slightly larger and darker in color. That is the Healing Pill that I gave to all of you before this. As for the slightly smaller and brighter pill on the left, it is the Rejuvenating Pill that I have just refined this time.” Graham was so excited that he was completely at a loss for words. He said in a trembling voice, “Master… Master Wade… how could I be worthy of such a valuable and precious Rejuvenating Pill?! This… this Rejuvenating Pill could easily be sold for two to three billion dollars if you were to put it up for auction in the market. It is… it is rea

“Must those men need to stay there?” “Of course,” Falstad smiled. “There must be scattered survivors around the castle, and we are giving them hope. In times of need, these people need hope the most princess.” Though he was smiling, it gave off a creepy chill as if he meant no sincerity in his words. These people are for him to step on in his rise to power, and the prized jewel to the throne rides beside him.

Zale hid behind me, as if he can hide, he is basically taller than me. "And? What do you want?" I asked. The man with wings was taken aback as I look at the elder with fiery eyes. The man yelled when something was burning beside him, but Zale immediately extinguished it. "The wind told us that you are planning to save Zephyrine. Please, I ask of you fated ones, help us to have our princess back. This knight-dom is not as peaceful as it seems, they are simply using my daughter's power and draining her." The man with wings cried. I looked at him, so he is Lady Zephyrine's father?

She had never expected this to happen. “From this day forth, Clara Wyatt is removed from The Calligraphy Association. I, Xyler Palmer, also declare that she is no longer my student!” said another person. Clara’s face turned pale with fear. Why had Mr. Palmer said the same thing too? What did she even do wrong? What was happening? “From this day forth, Clara will be removed from The Literary Association. I, Xion Leonard, declare that she is no longer my student!” said the last of the distinguished persons.