The Professor

“I see Youre practicing for tomorrow?”

Charlotte curled up in a ball in the front of the classroom. She peaked her head up to see Professor Heasre.

“Professor! I-I was just I was nervous about tomorrow and-”

“It’s quite alright Charolette. I understand how intimidating it can be. Would you like me to grab your coat for you to cover up?”

Although she was already bright red, Charolette blushed some more, burying her head deeper in her arms.

“I wish you could. But you can’t. I locked them in a locker and put the key in a time sealed box for ten minutes.”

The professor holds back laughter