Last class of the day.

Organic Alchemy was one of the classes that you least looked forward to. Not only was Professor Schwartz significantly harder on his students in this class, but the class itself was just not fun. Fondling wet and squishy things until they changed their shape was not exactly your idea of a good time. Well, maybe if the wet and squishy thing was attached to a hot girl. You took the class partly because you thought it would be easy, and partly because Parisa was in the class.

However, when you sat down beside her she looked away, crossing her legs and her arms over her chest. She was distinctly uncomfortable. You reach over and squeeze her shoulder, but she just moves away from your touch.

"What's going on?" Your voice was full of concern as you look over your admittedly very sexy friend.

"Nothing, it's...it's stupid."

"If it's making you this uncomfortable it's not stupid."

"Maybe I just don't want to talk about it," Parisa snapped, "what's it matter to you anyways? What are you my boyfriend?" Her eyes widen at her sudden outburst.

School-age boys have a tendency to be clueless, but there was no way that you were going to miss the hidden meaning behind that question. "It's about me taking Sophie to the ball isn't it?" You whisper softly.

Parisa shakes her head in frustration and finally looks you in the eyes. "Look it's none of my business who you date, and to be honest it was pretty obvious you and Sophie were gonna eventually get together." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "It's just that I couldn't help but notice you," she gives you an appreciative up-and-down, "and you've always been so out of reach, what with Harmony pressing you into service, and now your relationship with Sophie."

Last semester you would have been overjoyed to hear something like this from Parisa, hell you would have sworn off all other girls if only to get a chance at romancing this pretty brunette. But this isn't first semester, a lot has happened since then and you can't help but notice that your lust for this particular girl has waned.

"It's not as if we've had any real romantic interactions anyways, it's mainly just from these stupid recurrent dreams."

Your blood immediately runs cold. 'Stupid recurrent dreams?' You immediately think back to the book that Keira gave you.

The Sandman's Tear - A simple charm made of white sand, grounded unicorn horn and a drop of your blood. Placed near a sleeping individual, that person will quickly develop romantic and sexually charged dreams of you so long as they sleep near the charm.

The charm must've worked, because this poor must've been having recurrent dreams about fucking you for the past several months.

Shit.