Lotte storyline

It was a sunny day in Blytonbury. The lectures and classes over at the Luna Nova academy were over, and the students used that as an opportunity to visit the town centre: many because of the colourful and diverse marketplace in the townsquare, a few infividuals because of the clubs, and some just enjoy strolling through the rustical streets of the charming town.

However, not all of the witches were as active, and in fact preffer the calm silence of an empty room to craft something, read a good book, or even write one. Lotte Janson, the shy, blonde witch of Finnish descent was sitting at her desk, pen in her hand as she was writing something down in her small, leathercovered notebook. Resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, she let the pen glide over the blank paper page, writing in cursive letters, decorating them as she finished each word. Writing was an outlet and passion for her, a place where she could construct her own little world, where her imagination went far past the limitations of maguc, even. Despite having had the opportunity present itself, she could never see herself as a writer of a successful novel series such as Night Fall. However, that experience definitely left a huge impact on her, awakening her more concealed, romantic side that the novel developed in her... As much as she enjoyed the plot of the books, she couldn't help but fantasize about the novel's characters' intimate relationships- an element the writer Annabelle didn't pay much attention to in the books, out of obvious reasons. She spent sleepless nights thinking of various subplots and shippings between the many characters, be it male or female. Some of those were known to get steamy, and express a side of the young witch, noone but the four walls surrounding her knew. Spending a lot of time on descriptions, Lotte looked dreamily as she described the goddess-like body of the heroine, her slender legs that knew no end and a pair of delicate feet, crowning her ellegance.

However, this was exactly the reason why she had to keep this secret, be patient and only use occasions when she was 100% positive that she was alone and wouldn't get interrupted, like today. Despite knowing that her roommates shouldn't be back in another two hours or so, she took another preventive measure and locked the bedroom door. She could feel her blush growing as the plot in her fanfiction thickened. She could see it all in front of herself: the characters' lust taking over them, their passion radiating in the room as the heroine was being showered in kisses from head to the plum, curling toes, a hand being placed on her shoulder from behind.....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

A scream loud enough to scare all birds in a forest erupted from the short Finnish girl. Who is behind her?! How did they get in?! What did they see? The questions were many, too many to answer in the split second when her instincts started working up. Reaching for her wand, she formed her trusty baseball bat and closing her eyes swung with all her might. It certainly wasn't the most civilised or reasonable reaction, but it was her first reflex. Hopefully she has a first-aid kit nearby...