Saturday

1182 - 4th day of the Horsebow Moon - Saturday

You wake up to the sounds of students laughing outside your room. By the look of the sunlight filtering through your window it's the early afternoon. Apparently you really _had _needed some rest. After completing some morning stretches, you shrug on a casual uniform and head over to the dining hall. Meals were still scheduled on the weekends, but there was always a small selection of buffet items for those who missed them.

After filling a small plate with slices of bread and cheese, you collect a bowl of Daphnel Stew and order hot water for tea. The dining hall staff are used to you using your own artisanal teas, and are happy to bring out a simple pot of hot water for you. You smile at the cute serving girl as she sets down the teapot, catching a quick glance down her blouse at a pair of small breasts. She blushes and curtsies before running off back to the kitchen.

You take a sip of stew and open your folder up to knock out some paperwork. Apparently Hilda has already filed a transfer request for your class. The girl works fast, you think to yourself as you add your signature underneath Manuela's. The pink-haired girl would definitely be a handful. Or two. But you've certainly dealt with worse, and maybe her bubbly personality would offset some of Hubert's 'tall, dark, and scary' persona.

The dining hall is never truly deserted, but there are only a few other people eating right now. A small cluster of students are pouring over a textbook, and you spot the dour knight Gilbert sitting off by himself. As you chew on a slice of rye, an enthusiastic young woman takes the seat opposite you.

"Professor! I was hoping I could catch you alone for a moment." Dorothea sets down a dainty plate and conspicuous adjusts the neckline of her uniform to show off a little more skin and a hint of blue lace. She has gorgeous breasts, both perky and nicely shaped, and she _definitely _enjoys showing them off, even more-so than Hilda.

"Sure Dorothea. Would you care for some tea? It's medicinal, but don't let that scare you." You start filling a porcelain cup with the pale red liquid.

"That's professor Manuela's tea isn't it?" She says, more of a statement than a question. "Thank you for the offer professor, but I think I'll pass." She takes a nibble of her own late lunch while you sample the medicinal tea. The flavor is sharp and earthy, but not altogether unpleasant. You and Dorothea make small talk while you eat your meals. The tea and stew warm you up nicely, chasing away the lingering chill of the road.

Dorothea savors her last grape, swirling it around on her pretty pink tongue, before speaking up again. "I wanted to say I've been practicing that spell you taught me." She lowers her voice conspiratorially "the really _fun _one. And it's coming along very nicely." She gives you a wink. "I'd love to schedule some private tutoring time, if you're free that is." As she speaks she runs a stockinged foot up the inside of your leg from under the table.

"I'd love to," you respond, "though I do need to finish lunch and see to a few chores today." You can feel her delicate toes curl over the rapidly hardening bulge in your pants. "Tell you what" you cough "No promises, but if I have time afterwards I'll swing by your dorm and we can walk over to the classroom together."

She gives you a playful pout before grinning and standing up. "Okay professor, just remember that it's rude to keep a pretty girl waiting. And who knows what you might walk in on." She spins on her toes, causing her short skirt to spin up almost high enough to see her underwear... If she had worn any today.

You wave goodby to Dorothea, and after finishing the rest of your tea you head out to catch up on a few chores. You have plants in the greenhouse that need tending, and several pieces of equipment that need to be dropped off with the blacksmith for repair. By the time you've finished up your chores, the sun has dipped low in the sky. Manuela told you to take it easy, but you have time for one more activity for the day.