<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/4420aa3c9fabc54a50fc36fbfac1fc5a.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/CaudronaryArt.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg) </div><strong>Name: </strong>Endora Poole (She/Her) / Miranda Crane (She/Her) / Dorothy Blayne (She/Her)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>N/A / N/A / WTCH101-1469<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>Caundronary Arts Instructor / Hexology 101 Instructor / 18 & Freshman<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Thursday, September 3rd<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Cauldronary Arts / Hexology / Hexology<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hexology Classroom<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>OPEN | Mentioning Agatha, Erzulie, Hexology Class<br/><hr/>Endora really needed that fracture of Larimar.  She wouldn't consider interrupting Miranda's class otherwise.  She really wouldn't have.  Endora had intended to pick it up from Agatha, who had borrowed it from Erzulie's private crystal collection. Still, by the time she had gotten around to Agatha, it had already been passed on to Miranda.<br/><br/>This was why Endora Poole stood outside of Miranda's class, nibbling on her lip and peaking in the door to the lecture hall. Miranda was demonstrating a spell to a pretty girl with blue hair tipped in golden yellow.  She watched how her colleague's hands moved and how her blouse shimmered from black to blue as she cast the spell.  The girl looked nervous but nodded and said something back.<br/><br/>Miranda Crane was a marvel to Endora.  She was kind and friendly and stunningly beautiful. She admired her wit and diligence, and dedication.  In a word Endora was smitten.  She was fairly certain Miranda had no idea how smitten she really was, and thank goddess for that, considering how many times Endora had made a fool out of herself in front of her fellow instructor. It had gotten to the point that Endora avoided Miranda as much as possible.  Still, she really needed that larimar for her demonstration and students were waiting on her.  She waited until the student had finished talking and opened the door.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, Miranda. I am sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Erzulie's larimar."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"That is right, Dorothy. The precision of the spoken word is important but equally important is understanding the words and the will used to manifest them.  So when I wish to change the color back to black, I can use schwarz and get a generic black, or I can say mitternachtsschwarz, and it will be the black of midnight.  Watch." The German rolled out of her lips with practiced ease.<br/><br/>“Nehmen Sie diese Bluse, die mein Gestell schmückt, und färben Sie diese Bluse Mitternachtsschw…ack!”<br/><br/>The low and lovely tones of Endora Poole's voice cut through the air and tickled Miranda's ears, startling her. An audible pop echoed through the lecture hall, and Miranda felt a cool breeze across her body that made her shiver.<br/><br/>"How can I help you, Miss Poole?" She asked, completely missing Dori's wide-eyed look and gaping mouth as she turned quarter-turned to look at Endora.  She did not miss the stunned look on Endora's face, however.<br/><br/>"Is something wrong, Miss…" It was that moment that she realized the cool breeze she felt was against her now exposed breasts.  The sound of all of her clothing above her waist disappearing into some other dimension was the pop that was heard. She stood in front of her class, and Endora completely topless.<br/><br/>Endora had apparently be struck dumb, words failing to escape her lips as those perfectly perky and round breasts swayed a little when Miranda turned towards her.  To Miranda's credit, only her eyes grew wide in surprise and only for a moment.  She drew her arms across her body demurely and covered as much as she could of her breasts with the palms of her hands.<br/><br/>"Miss Poole.  Please don't stand there agape like a fish out of water and help me find something to cover myself." She said as if standing in front of her class half-naked and full of goosebumps was the most normal thing in the world.  Endora nodded and walked towards a small room off of the lecture hall, and disappeared.<br/><br/>Dori sat so still she might have been petrified.  She had been sitting at boob level with Miranda when her blouse disappeared and had gotten a full view of her attractive teacher's naked breasts.  She dearly hoped that Miss Crane had been distracted enough not to notice her staring because she had been.  A lot.  Her body had yet to make the decision to return control back to her, but you better believe she was storing that image in her head for later on that night.