Witch Drama

Why did I chose this Drama Elective? Who knew it would be so popular?

The huge hall filled up quite quickly. Hordes of teenagers spilling in like over flowing water. I saw a few faces that I recognized. Whatshisname was there too, winking at me, trying to show off his achievement of the night. Thank God I quickly deleted his name from my memory. Now, if only I could delete him from my life. Funnily enough, even Mandy was in this class, small world. She did look towards me at one point, but her face didn't betray any expression of recognition. Maybe her memory was wiped. Wait, can magic even do that?

TB#3000: 'Yes, actually, that's one of the most common applications. Though over use will mess with the brain and frequent usage would drive the other person crazy. You should be able to spot a lot of those broken dolls if you looked carefully.'

Me: 'Ah, so Mandy is one of those "broken dolls", is that why she was being referred to as "patch work".'

TB#3000: 'Close but not exactly, precisely speaking she "was" one of those "broken dolls", but now she's my master's experimental "patch work".

Me: 'Unethical magical experiments, got it.'

TB#3000: 'Magic has no room childish concepts like ethics. The very nature of magic is corruption. Only by defying the world can you gain greater magical power.'

Me: 'Chillax bro, I don't even know how to use magic.'

TB#3000: 'Witches can gain the usage of their powers instinctively. Though anything big will require practice and training. The small stuff you should be able to do by just knowing the right incantation and having enough magical strength.'

Me: 'Can you teach me some incantations?'

TB#3000: 'Not worth the effort, your level is to low. Only after you feel magic flowing through your body can you wield it. Now shut up and don't disturb me. The young professor is trouble.'

Me: 'Witch or Techno?'

The troll did not reply, but the bespectacled beauty with lightly orange hair, adjusting the microphone on the podium was all the answer I needed.

'Morning class. I am Assistant Professor Lauren Phillips, PhD Art History, specializing in Greco-Roman style and Masters of Arts in Dance. This is the first class that I'll be teaching, so do go easy on me...'

Her introduction went on for another 5 minutes. And after staring at her rack for those 5 minutes, I finally realized why there were so many people in this elective. Those fucker probably already knew that the professor was too sexy to be one. Also, I could not discount the witch's influence in making her class popular.

I spent most of the class doodling, boobs instead of writing notes or paying attention to anything but the insane set that was on display. Eventually the class came to an end. I had quite a few doodles completed by the time it was over. One of them maybe looked like the knockers she was hiding. Oh there was a note saying, quite close on one of them, I don't remember writing that. But on further inspection I realized that they really were quite close. Well I would need the shirt and the bra to go off to be sure. Hehe.

Unfortunately, I would have to drop this class, too many students meant there would definitely be someone who would skew the curve. And there was the added risk of being exposed to a witch. Nope, not staying in this one. Might as well try to join the one my targets were attending.

The intro lecture had ended. The class seemed a bit to enthusiastic and slowly dragged themselves out of the lecture hall. While everyone was leaving for their next class, I was walking towards to super hot witch of a professor I had.

Me, trying to hide my nervousness: 'Hi Professor Phillips, I would like to drop this class, could you tell me how?' (Yes, I hadn't paid attention to the session where they told us about the add/drop window, and blah blah, too boring.)

Prof. Phillips, shocked: 'What? Why?'

Prof. Phillips, calmly: 'Oh honey, and why would you want that?'

Am I supposed to pretend that she wasn't shocked the first time. Let's play along.

Me: 'I am sorry Professor, but this class doesn't seem like the right fit for me.'

Prof. Phillips, seductively: 'Am I not a good teacher?' Suddenly she appeared to be hotter that she already was. 'You would like to continue with this class, won't you?'

Ah, no. Is she not getting it. Wait, and then I realized something, that probably saved my life.

Me, pretending to be drooling: 'Professor, I would require a lot of special attention to manage this class, I think I would be better of dropping it. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you with a dumb student, wouldn't I?'

Prof. Phillips, after thinking for a bit: 'Oh dear, aren't you sweet. What's your name anyways?'

Me: 'John Doe, freshman.'

Prof. Phillips: 'Ooo, fresh meat.'

Prof. Phillips: 'Call me Lauren, I am not that older than you. You know what, try for 1 week and if you still want to drop after that, you can.'

Did she just call me fresh meat? Thank god, I played along the first time.

Me, pretending to think: 'A...m, alright Professor, I'll try to attend for a week.'

Lauren: 'Ahem.'

Me: 'Lau...ren.'

Lauren: 'Ata boy, now off you go.'

I quickly turned around and made a beeline out of the door. She's too dangerous. I'll have to stick to this elective if I wanted to keep my secret hidden.