Something Wicked This Way Comes
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				Title: <strong>Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 21:52:05</strong>
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				The morning had not started off very well... not that any morning before 10 am was a good one, but this one had put a particularly good kink into her mood. Not only was she in England far away from her sunny tropical home in Southern Florida, not only was a drizzling and dreary fall morning where she feared she would never see the sun for the rest of her life... but another had been murdered during the night. She had been woken up and asked if she had answers yet... and she hadn't even started the job... they knew that!<br><br>But what really galled her was that she HAD to get up anyway. Though she had 'forgotten' to set her alarm clock she did have to arrive at the Bhealltuinn College of Magick so that she could get her schedule. The admissions lady had looked at her like she had two heads instead of hair so burgundy that it looked like flowing wine. Sabra didn't get it... so she didn't look like the good girl next door anymore.... she wasn't supposed to. It was what being undercover was all about... and yeah the lady didn't know it, so she should have been a little more kind... but when she saw that she that they had assigned her to advanced potions, there was nothing that could save anyone from her ire. She wasn't and never had been and never would be good at mixing plants and stone and what have you to make magic... she didn't have to... didn't need to... Hell she could barely tell an evergreen from any other kind of tree, much less remember their mystical properties and passing the class she had needed to graduate college the first time wasn't a pleasant experience. <br><br>At least it gave her the attitude she wanted to portray as she walked through the halls of the centuries old building. Each confident step was in beat to the music playing through her headphones... "Angel" by Nine Inch Nails. It was loud enough for people to hear it as she walked by... louder than she normally listened to music, but it got her noticed. As did her cloths. Her white shirt was stretch lace so that it hung to EVERY curve of her body and it wasn't do difficult to tell that the article holding up those curves was red. Her black skirt barely reached passed her butt, just one tuft of air and it would be easy to see if she which piece of clothing that she decided to match this morning. Her thighs were bare, but her knee high socks kept the calves of her legs warm. The black stilettos that she wore added three inches to her already long legs. She wanted everyone to wonder who she was... the guys were going to drool... the women were going to get catty... That it wasn't real, at least for her might give her a little fun in such a tragic situation.<br><br>Then it was to the dungeon... these classes were always underground... so what that some components where destroyed in natural sunlight... some of them could explode being trapped underground too. She would never understand the need... sure a healing potion was nice to have handy in her line of work, but never get yourself hurt and you were just carrying around pointless weight. The professor was talking when she entered the room... she didn't even look at him as she walked to a station at the back of the room and sat her books down. She knew she was going to be lost so she only pulled one ear plug out of her ear... the guitars and techno drumming could be heard until she turned down the volume with a not so apologetic smile on her lush red painted lips. Two more hours of a two and a half hour class and she could go back to sleep... after all this day couldn't get any worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>guildmage42</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 02:09:55</strong>
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				“Why, thank you for joining us, Miss…” Professor Fiedlerson trailed off, puzzled and slightly amused at the appearance of his new student. He’d certainly seen his share of rebellious students in his twelve years at Bhealltuinn, but something about this one seemed particularly… false. No one could be that conspicuous on purpose, he thought, without having some story hiding behind it. He was immediately determined to figure out what was under the surface for this girl.<br><br>“Sabra,” she replied curtly.<br><br>“Interesting name,” he thought. He looked at the roster to the right of his lecture notes, and checked the name off. One of three still empty names was now crossed off his list; the other two had likely dropped, and if they hadn’t, they’d better. The first week in advanced potions was designed to be grueling to weed out those who were unworthy. Sabra, he thought, might have to make it through the week regardless of her ability level.<br><br>He tried to put her aside from his mind as he refocused on his lecture notes, breaking from his rather formal top-down approach only to walk a syllabus and two handouts back to her station. Fiedlerson eschewed the usual professor’s robes and sported an old brown blazer with patched elbows, looking exactly as esteemed as he felt. His matching pants were cut to fit him specifically, as he considered his own physical health to be of the most importance. The monocle was purely for show, and for a joke early on in the lecture he switched it from eye to eye, claiming to have forgotten which eye it was for. He received only nervous chuckles; his reputation for being unbearably difficult had certainly spread over time.<br><br>After a little over an hour of lecturing, with most students looking up at him as if their hands were going to fall off, Fielderson paused. “A break?” he asked, and the room let forth a sigh. “Five minutes,” he said, restructuring the few notes he had before the brief quiz he had come accustomed to giving on the first day of this class. After this, most people simply balked and walked out. In two days, at least half of the 32 before him would be gone, and those remaining would most certainly be capable of and serious about performing the required mixing and studying for the course.<br><br>He took particular note, again, of Sabra; she was the first out of the room, and her fluid movement again caught his eye. Brief thoughts of how she could earn a little more credit and pass his class were shoved aside as he looked over the morning’s paper. Edwina had been killed over night. Fiedlerson had known Edwina as a wizard of remarkable quality, one who could be counted on to be both fair and incredibly insightful. Certainly she had her own opinion about this rash of murders that had struck the city over the past few weeks. It was entirely likely that her wisdom was the reason for her downfall. Pity.<br><br>As the students returned to their seats, he began a brief lab demonstration and passed out instructions so that they could attempt to follow. Sabra again was late, and he met her at the door with his instructions. He deftly plucked the earbuds from her ear, and held them out before her, waiting for her to take them in her hand. Her heels had them standing eye to eye, and with a quick glance down her body, he fixed his gaze there.<br><br>“Don’t think you’ll be needing these again, hmm?” he said, giving her both the earbuds and instructions in one hand, nodding. Not waiting for a reply, verbal or physical, he began to mingle among the class, helping those who needed a little encouragement and getting a little better idea of who could and who couldn’t hack it with his material. Twenty minutes later, he returned to Sabra’s station, seeing her fumbling with her instruments. He lowered himself slightly and looked over what she was doing.<br><br>“So, how are we?” he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 01:38:20</strong>
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				Why couldn't he have waited to get her name after class... <em>jerk.</em> "Sabra" she replied to finish off his sentence. Certain he could pick up her last name from the roster. Though she knew she shouldn't take out her frustrations on the instructor, she had don't a little homework and knew she wasn't the only one who called Professor Fiedlerson a jerk. At least hers was mental and not out loud. When she had taken this assignment she had told them she sucked in potions and alchemy. But she was new to the mp (magic police). She had never been out of the US and her life was most adaptable so that if someone researched her... she existed. Though her college grades had taken an official trashing and any record of her graduating had been destroyed. It was enough to make anyone cranky.<br><br>She turned her attention to Professor Fiedlerson, though not the words he was saying. She understood it like she understood Gaelic... not at all. He was tall... taller than her at least, perhaps 6 foot. Though is fashion was a bit better than the white haired geezers that she had seen in the teacher's lounge she had to wonder his true age. His face was youthful... mid 20s, her age, but his cloths added about 50 years. But she knew this was his 12th year teaching which meant he was at the earliest... in his 30s. A child prodigy in this particular magical field... she was stuck in this dumb class because he refused to teach basic potions (of which she had failed 3 times.) But because she had been placed in this class, meant that he was a suspect in the recent string of murders. His black hair hung down to his shoulders and that stone stare could definately scare children. There had been several times when she thought he was looking right though her. So by appearances... he was mean enough. Though the eye piece she didn't get. <br><br>When he walked away she tucked the handouts into a book. The syllabus she would use to draw on. Something had to occupy her time while he was droning on and on. The had a nice tone to his voice though. If she had not been afraid of what he would do to her, she would have drifted to sleep. So while the rest of the class had numb hands she was tapping her foot to the music, not lower and putting the final touches on some plant thing that was on on the front of her text book. It was a good likeness though she had no idea what the hell it was. Still a break was a break and when the professor offered she took it. She was beginning to feel claustrophobic though there was no one sitting with her at her station. <br><br>She had taken the steps two at a time. The high heals never slowed her down. She kept in shape... it was required for her job. Since most mages tended to be book nerds catching them physically wasn't normally the problem. Though the day wasn't particularly better, it was still cold, rainy and with out a sun, but it was above ground. Not that she was paying attention, but she lost track of time. The song she had been listening to was a little over 5 minutes so she headed back down. Sabra wasn't kidding herself anyway. She wasn't there to learn and she couldn't drop the class, she was stuck.<br><br>Not expecting the man to be waiting for her when she got to the door, it was easy for him to take her ear plugs out of her ears like she was a errant child. "Quite often" she mumbled under her breath as she walked back to her station with the instructions. Already he was expecting something... she sighed and attempted to look like she was busy. None of the words meant anything to her. But 20 minutes later when he came to check on her.... she wasn't fumbling. Quite the contrary... she was quite artistic. Using her mortar as a base she had arranged all her tools to balance one on top of the other on the most precarious manner possible. This in itself was advanced magic given that she wasn't using a wand. He was good at potions she was very good at casting. <br><br>Bored. She replied and added her pen to the stack... just a small energy alignment... nothing big, nothing a novice could detect. And unless you are seeing double of me through that eye piece of yours, you'll have to answer your half yourself. Unless he was bored too. That could be a possibility. At least she had his reaction to look forward to and that did put a smile on face. After an hour and a half of this class... she needed a challenge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>guildmage42</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 05:25:40</strong>
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				<em>Always one,</em> Fiedlerson thought to himself, though he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't decide whether or not Sabra was actually trying to irritate him or just screwing around because she was bored. Either way, he refused to be irritated, mainly because she provided an alternative to the seriousness with which the other students were taking the assignment. Certainly she was nowhere near completing what she was supposed to, but that was of little interest to him at the immediate moment.<br><br>To be honest, her little "trick" at least identified her as, potentially, an individual of some skill. Perhaps she had neither natural inclination for potions, perhaps she was far above the tasks at hand, he couldn't tell. If she didn't have the skills, it wouldn't take long in his care for her to apply these talents she had into his realm. He straightened his stance, placing his hands at his waist, cocking his neck to one side, where it made a barely audible snapping noise. He heard a student behind him gasp, which only caused him to smile, turn his neck to the alarmed individual, and nod without sound.<br><br>Again, Edwina came into his mind. He remembered her pulling stunt similar to this Sabra's years ago, spinning a magnificent web that sent their divination professor into an absolute tizzy. He chuckled inside before remembering her tragic end. The sigh he gave must certainly have seemed to be in disappointment, but his gaze was fixed on the far end of her table and his concentration was not on her alignment. He snapped back into the classroom after a moment, clearing his throat and observing her stack once again.<br><br>He plucked the monocle from his eye and looked for a moment at the mortar at the base of her little stack. It was cute, really, but beneath it the professor suspected that this young woman might be a savant after all. There was just one simple test. He stood at the edge of her station, looking on from an arm's length, standing tall and blocking the view of the other students. He crossed his arms, scrunching his nose, making sure he wouldn't completely disrupt her efforts with his own. "All right. Concentrate," he said, and he turned his gaze to her face as he shoved the mortar aside. Sure, it was important to see whether or not she could keep her stack in order, but the look on her face would tell him how much effort it took. "And rotate, the whole thing, if you can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-05-2008, 01:24:34</strong>
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				She was bored AND she was hoping to irritate him... it was just one of those days. Considering his class started before 10 am and managed to be in a dark room with no windows it was probably going to be one of those semesters. Torch light while atmospherey... was gloomy and she liked bright light and sunshine. But Sabra was supposed to get his attention... perhaps it was like publicity even when it was bad it was good. She just wished he would yell at her and get on with it.<br><br>But he didn't yell. Telling her to concentrate threw her off so much that she obeyed. More instinct that suspicion that he was going to do something. Then he moved the mortar... there was delicate glass in that stack... and stone that would fragment into sharp pieces if they hit the ground. Are you insane? She asked but she had already begun to stabilize it the moment he moved the stone mixing bowl. A column of condensed air became the base. One could tap on it if they wished, but their hand would not pass through what looked to be empty space under her sculpture. Still tipping was a worry, but she essentially 'glued' all the pieces together so all she had to do was control the top piece. Touching the top she drew a line of energy like a thread and then blew on it to start the spin... very slow.... the slower the more control required. As the piece rotated and glimmered in the torch light it started settling toward the table. She was concentrating, but her face was totally relaxed and showing no signs of stress. After the bottom was settled she started disassembling and putting the pieces as they were meant to sit on the table. Once done she stood so that her violent eyes were level with is. I could have dropped or exploded that sculpture and hurt someone... likely you... with that trick you pulled. There had been times when she was younger and couldn't control her energy that she did blow things up or catch them on fire. But it had been years. It was a risk he shouldn't have took... She was to angry to realize she shouldn't have made the sculpture in the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>guildmage42</strong> on <strong>21-05-2008, 03:04:23</strong>
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				"Insane? No," he responded with a thin smile. "Quite aware of what I'm doing, and, well, I was mostly positive you could handle that. Needed to see what you were capable of." He muttered the last line and, to avoid sounding as if he was going off on a rant, he collected himself and stood tall. He looked down at her drawing and commented on her talent, then noticed everything else hadn't been touched. "I gather you've little interest in completing this lesson today, hmm? If that's so, that's fine, but an individual of your talent really ought to shine in here. Perhaps you just haven't had the inclination before to this, but we can work on that."<br><br>He motioned toward the door. "You're free to go... for today. We'll need to meet again before class on Wednesday, though. I'll be in my office all this evening and during the day tomorrow. Stop in." He uttered this last line not as a friendly offering, but as a command, and waited until she'd packed her things and slipped out before returning to his lesson. He'd make sure those skills were put to good use, whether she liked it or not.
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 03:44:27</strong>
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				She was blatantly disregarding his class in front of the other students and he was rewarding her by not only kicking her out... but letting her leave early? The man was insane, but the annoyance at her first day of her 5th year of college was libel to get someone hurt... or at least their feelings. Fiedlerson didn't have to tell her twice, she picked up her stuff and was almost gone before he could finish his command. Like she would show up to his office either this day or the next. Though as she took the stairs by twos she knew she had no choice, getting to know this man was her job. She just needed more sleep to make her less bitchy.<br><br>The following morning she blew up her alarm clock (she had a stash of them for that reason). By the time she woke up she knew she was going to be late for her noon history class. It was almost the same as potions... why anyone would care who wrote what spell or what color of robe was fashionable in what era was beyond her. However unlike potions... the door was locked promptly when the class started so she could not get in. She had plenty of sleep... so there was no using that excuse to go home. She could endear herself to fellow students and staff, but it seemed more logical to go after the person who already invited her to get more acquainted. <br><br>With notebook in tow, Sabra found the potion master's office and knocked on the door. This day she was wearing a red button up shirt, unbuttoned down to the swell of her breast. Those were accented by the black leather corset that clung to her rib cage and gave a little kick to the curve at her waist. It fit perfectly and she actually felt very comfortable. Though months ago she wouldn't have been caught dead wearing cloths like this. Her skirt, was again... very short. This one was black with pleats. Her shoes were the same black stiletto pumps that brought them eye to eye the day before. Of course she hadn't got accustomed to wearing a jacket yet. So she was a little cold. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>guildmage42</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 00:25:41</strong>
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				"Come in," Fiedlerson called, hoping the knock at his door was that of the rebellious young student he'd expelled the day before. Honestly, he was a tad surprised she'd arrived. After not coming in the previous evening, he figured he'd lost hope with this one. It was a pity; he had been impressed with her ability. Even coming from an attitude like hers, it was a welcome sight. Of course, any such attitude could potentially be tamed, and he looked forward to seeing just how far he might be able to tweak this individual.<br><br>His office was cold and austere. Despite the chill outside, the window behind his desk was ajar, though he showed no signs of being cold himself. Three diplomas from universities in England adorned one wall, a looking glass adorned the other. There was a noticeable absence of any sort of personal touch, though; no photographs lined the desk, no children's drawings adorning the wall behind. He turned his chair from a side table as she walked in, looking up from his appointment book, putting down the telephone receiver. "Just a moment," he said, scribbling in some detail on a future date. He flipped the book closed and looked up to her again. "Please. Sit." As she sat, he made a small motion and locked the door behind her.<br><br>"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I did what I did the other day." Not waiting for a response, he continued. "Honestly, Sabra, I do see potential in you. Unfortunately, for one reason or another, you seem to have no interest in my particular field." He reached to the side of his desk and brought over a mortar, with asphodel, valerian root, and a sopohorous bean. "See, I could do plenty with just these tools here, but I suspect you might not identify, or even care to take a gander at what they do or how they work.<br><br>"It's fascinating, really." He said after a pause. "It's art. Do you care for art? You have the talent for it, but why not use it..." His voice trailed off. Looking down at the ingredients, he knew well what they could do to her if mixed properly, but her reaction would determine whether or not she took it. He took out a silver blade, chuckling at her surprise, and began to crush the bean. As he did so, he looked at both wrists, and concentrated on them firmly. Suddenly, she found her wrists bound to the arms of the chair by some mumbled enchantment. "You have the talent," he repeated, "so let's see if you can simply follow instructions, and appreciate the talents you have..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 15:33:08</strong>
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				Sabra wasn't surprised by almost clinical look of Professor Fiedlerson's office. Even by her much tamer 'with out attitude' self, he didn't seem like a man who knew how to have fun. She believed he was older than he looked, but that he lived as if he were far older. <em>Pity.</em> to echo his thoughts earlier. He was a handsome man, he could be married and have a family by now. <br><br>When he offered a seat she took it. Generally that was what one did when they went to a professors office. After sitting she crossed her legs. There was something about the sexiness of these short skirts that was empowering, but she found the ability for the quick look underneath a bit much to handle at the moment. So instead of the potential sight of her panties he would have an easier view at a creamy thigh ending right at the curve of her buttocks. Though she had not figured out which was worse her fake attitude covered the fact that she cared. <br><br>You're insane? She retorted under her breath as he continued to speak. He had to be. A regular collage student would have injured someone. But she had never been a regular collage student really. She may have only attended collage fore 4 years, but she had 8 years worth of credit... or had. Her records had been changed so that if her background was checked she wouldn't appear as capable as she was. Since he didn't seem interested in conversation she listed to see where this was going. Perhaps they could arrange some deal where she could do something else for her grade. Depending on what it was she could have him arrested on that alone and then they could interrogate him on the murders. Not an ideal choice as it might making getting close to other teachers difficult, but it was an option.<br><br>Now just because she was bad at remembering what components where what and what they were used for. She was a bit surprised when he took out a knife and started to cut the bean. Normally one used the pestle that came with the mortar. With her focus more on his hands what what he was saying she didn't quite hear the words that he had muttered but when she tried to move her arm she found her wrist stuck to the chair. Tugging at her other arm she found she couldn't lift it either. Panic struck just a little bit. It could be seen clearly on her face though she managed not to freak out. A few breaths and she seemed to be back under control. You have no right to do this. Sabra said as she struggled in the chair. She could get out, but it wasn't so easy with out knowing what words he used and if the chair itself had been conditioned for such purpose. It would take time... time she did not have. Her heart was beating so hard that she thought it would burst from her chest. If he forced her to take anything it would only work that much quicker. I have no talent. She denied... it was true in is field. Though in casting it was different. She could cast well enough to keep him away from her physically even with her hands bound, while most would not only need their hands but their wands. But she didn't want him to know what she could do when she was just learning about him. He seemed to be capable of casting too, though now that she had time to think about it... the chair had the spell on it and his words simply activated it. I made an arrangement with my previous potions professor for a passing grade or I would have failed for the third time. I had no idea I would need your class to graduate. Her bad attitude was faked. She knew she looked precocious... all to upset her daddy for loving her stepmother more than he did her (she actually liked her stepmother.) But there was a sliver of truth in the fear she showed now. She had no idea what the root or bean would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>guildmage42</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 05:03:55</strong>
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				He was enjoying watching her facial expressions change. "That door is locked. What we do in here, it stays in office hours. I'm doing whatever it takes to teach you my class." He said. "From the sounds of it, you had some... alternative methods to learning before, and we can take that route if it comes to that. But for now..." His voice trailed off as he concentrated on his mixture, also in the back of his mind wondering who amongst his colleagues worked out that arrangement. He made a mental note to dig a little deeper into young Sabra's past. "Most people would crush this sort of bean in this particular situation. If crushed, combined, mixed properly... this would be a potion that would put you into a deep, intoxicating sleep. Hypnotic, even. As you can see, though, that isn't really what I had in mind..." Another facial change would be fun, I thought. "For now," he added with a wink.<br><br>"I can tell you have skill as a caster. You manipulated those items with ease. So don't think of this as a potion." He placed the bean, the root, and the flower into a mortar and pestle with some reagent to ease the mixing. "Concentrate on this. You need to stir that pestle, seven times clockwise, then once counterclockwise. Keep that going until you've got it. You should see it puff yellow smoke, that's when it'll be done." He smiled, watching her, knowing that with ease she could do what he put forward, and so he looked forward to that slight effort in her eyes held behind a calmness. His gaze turned down her body, down her shirt that looked like it was part of her skin, and then to her milky skin, up her thigh. He figured she'd be concentrating on the potion, so she may as well have a little fun for the moment. To be honest, having her seated, held firmly in place, casting under extreme duress... he shifted in his seat and smiled. Yes, he was glad to see the attitude pass and move into work, but his mind was quickly delving into other topics that would possibly be just as educational for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 14:33:35</strong>
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				Actually the alternative method had been that if Professor Morrigan hadn't passed her, she wouldn't have gotten her degrees and she would have had to been in his class for a fourth year. Her potions could work if she had a recipe to follow and she concentrated really hard. But with out pictures telling her what the item was... or even with out someone else telling her what the item was, as she couldn't tell one tree from another. She was simply useless. AT this moment she could see the benefit of knowing what those components where good for, but then again how many times would a person make a potion in front of you and then use it on you? In the real world this would have already been made and he would be pouring it down her throat. When he told her what the items were for she raised a delicate eyebrow, but when he added <em>for now...</em> she stuck her tongue out at him.<br><br>You want me to waste more energy mixing it through magic than through my own to hands. That's still not a test of my abilities in your field. Perhaps I used then wrong I word when describing you. Sabra said irritably. Perhaps he wasn't testing her desires in his field anyway. Still if that potion did what he said it would she surely wasn't going to mix it correctly. With strict concentration the 'student' directed energy directly from the center of her forehead to connect with the pestle. She surrounded it with that energy and made the energy around it slightly lighter than air. The tubular piece of stone began to crush the components beneath it... eight times clockwise and once counter clockwise. Eventually it did puff smoke but the color wasn't yellow. damn, she replied. Both from the hell of a headache that was coming, casting with out ones hands was never a pleasant experience, and a fake... well not so fake sorrow that she had failed. Sorry Professor, but if an alternative method involves cooking, I suggest you order take out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>guildmage42</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 21:04:50</strong>
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				"You're thinking too narrowly." He said, eyeing her gentle, restrained figure. He chuckled as she stirred against his directions, creating ironically enough something that would put her in a state similar to a date-rape drug. Certainly he wouldn't administer that to her. He was enjoying toying with this younger, quite attractive woman, but he wouldn't go to the point of taking advantage of her without consent. "I'm sure you <em>can</em> mix just fine. It'll take time and practice, but you're certainly capable, that I can see.<br><br>"What I was testing, if I'm being honest," Fiedlerson continued, pausing only to mumble again and release her wrists from the arms of the chair, "was your natural casting and other magic abilities. I don't know where you come from, Sabra, but wherever it is, you were either taught exceedingly well, or are just very stunning." He shook his head. "Talented, I mean." He stood and walked over to his teapot. "Now, can I fix you something? Take that headache away?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 02:20:47</strong>
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				The moment her hands were free Sabra was out of that chair. The quick movement made her head spin but she managed not to embarrass herself as she moved to lean against the wall. I come from a place of sunshine and rainbows. She retorted as her head began to throb because of the amount of energy she had concentrated there. Sabra brought up he hand to rub her temples. My father doesn't notice how well I do or don't do Professor Fiedlerson, but what he does notice is how well I spend his money... failing college is only one way to do so. She stated letting him get the hint for why she looked like she did.<br><br>You just trapped me in a chair and you want me to trust you to give me a tonic? she asked with a slight laugh. Knowing she still had a bit worse to get as she tried to calm the chaos in her mind. Had he let her use her hands to stir the potion at a distance she wouldn't have had even a twinge of discomfort. Giving up standing, she sat down on the floor. So what does this do for me in your class? I really do suck in potions and alchemy. I hate history so that is easy to suck at to. The rest of the classes I fake sucking. Though why she had to use suck so many times she had no clue. It must have been her cloths and his mild attractiveness (she would have thought more than mild... but he dressed like a grandfather) wearing off on her. But she found humor in it and managed a smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>guildmage42</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 04:24:44</strong>
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				<em>Curious choice of language,</em> he thought, walking behind his chair. "Don't mind me, I'm just a little warm," he said, unbuttoning the clasp of his robe, in one swift motion hanging it over the back of his chair, revealing a sleek, trim button-up shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, running down his fit figure tightly. "Have a seat. Promise I won't cast any spells on you this time," he said with a grin, walking over behind her.<br><br>"I imagine you have quite the headache." He softly placed his hands on the back of the chair, just brushing her shoulders. "As for my class, well, I can see that you're a talented individual. The fact that you... suck," he held the word, "at most classes, the act, you don't have to put it on for me. If you want to look like a rebel in class and come in here for private tutoring, I'm sure that you and I can turn your skill into an actual talent in alchemy. You have the brain for it, at least." As he said this, Fiedlerson brushed his fingertips over her shoulders. "But I think that brain needs a break for today."<br><br>Standing there, over her head behind her, he was able to see directly down her shirt. The view had been there since he started talking, but he just now noticed it, and needless to say, this fine young woman's cleavage gave him pause. His breath stuttered slightly, and he hoped she didn't look up and catch his gaze. In a preemptive effort to not be caught, he blurted out the first thing he could think of. "Tense? While alchemy is my specialty, I have a slight background in muscle relaxation therapy as well." He blanked. Why had he said that?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Wicked This Way Comes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 21:45:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't warm in the room... at least not to a woman who was accustomed to cool weather being limited to a couple of weeks a year. But she couldn't deny the teacher at least looked good in his cloths. He was slim, but not overly small so even if he was soft toned he couldn't have a high fat percentage. Not that his look is what she would go for in her old life but he was a very attractive man. Hoping he wouldn't trap her again she got up and sat in the chair as it was more comfortable than the floor. <br><br>Yes I do. &nbsp;she stated sounding slightly pained. When he paused at the word suck, she smiled hoping since that he was behind her he couldn't see it. Her cloths had seemed to have awakened a sassy streak in her that she had yet to decide if she liked. When it comes to potions its not an act. &nbsp;she tried to inform him again but she was going to take his suggestion to give her mind a break. the fastest way to get rid of the head ache was to lay flat on her back in a dark quiet room. The tension she felt with him behind her wasn't helping the headache. But she recognize the tension was because he was a man so the headache wasn't as debilitating as it should have been.<br><br>Great. After that trick you pulled I deserve it. She moved her long unique colored hair to one side only to allow Fiedlerson a better view down her shirt. Her breathing caused her swells to rise up in down in an enticing motion. She had no idea where his eyes were wondering.
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