Walk to the next class.

You and Eva quickly find yourselves at the door in question. Students are still pouring in. This time, you can sit in on a class in a less obstructive manner--from the start. The rooms are only labelled with numbers, not the class that's happening inside. Presumably, the latter can change, and students know their schedule. Professor Davella luckily told you already that her class is on enchantment. That's a school you've been acquainted with before. The power of the mind is a wild thing. Your dream adventure felt so real. It sounds like a spooky class of magic at first, but then you remember how she was able to subdue the Slime Eater before it things got worse.

I was kind of curious about what would have happened if nobody stepped in though... Oh well.

Eva pulls your arm. "Look. Two seats next to each other over there. Let's sit down before it gets too full in here."

"All right. Calm down."

You pull out the seat and rest your rear down in front of the desk. At the front of the room is the beautiful redheaded elf, Professor Davella. She seems aloof, and a woman of few words. Though she carries herself with a certain grace you've noticed from most elves you've met, and with her flowing locks, dark lashes, and painted lips, her beauty reminds you of the Acting Grand Master. Maybe she offers after-school tutoring.

The professor clears her throat. "Welcome, class. We have a couple new students among us today. Before we begin, I would like one of you to explain properly what the school of enchantment entails."

Someone raises their hand, and when called on, you hear a familiar voice respond. Up near the front sits the voluptuous but snobby dragon Lady Malakae Vraelion. "Pardon me, professor, but why are we wasting our time explaining the absolute basics to somebody new? Anybody in here should know already." She scoffs. "I know you're a newer professor, but I assure you that the students here either excel or don't survive."

On either side of her are those same two girls that were with her in the library. They nod in unison.

"Rushing into magic is a dangerous endeavour," responds the professor. "Sometimes we must take our time, and explore even the most basic concepts. Patience is a virtue. You will accomplish much if you take it slow, and plan accordingly. One step at a time. Now please. If someone is unable to do so, I have failed as a teacher."

Both girls beside Malakae raise their hands. The professor points to the one on her left.

Upon closer inspection, they have a resemblance between them, though mostly in the face. The one chosen is a brunette with shoulder-length hair with braids tied around the back of her head by a tiny pink bow. Her friend has black hair tied up into pigtails by pink scrunchies.

The girl clears her throat. "Well, for those uneducated. Enchantment magic is used to affect one's mind, sometimes in a positive manner, but also in a negative. It isn't to be confused with certain transmutation spells that affect one's body instead. Certain enchantment spells may appear to affect one's body such as the spell Boon of Courage, but it in fact bolster's one's resolve in order to handle more punishment than usual."

It seems that the professor needs to raise her hand, or the girl might end up reciting an entire textbook. "Thank you. That is enough, Betha Ostowl."

She looks proud of herself.

"I know it is rather difficult to practice spells of enchantment," the professor continues. "You either must affect yourself or have a willing partner. However--"

The other girl raises her hand. "My sister and I have been practising the spell Sleep, and now we're both experts."

"I see. Would you care to give an example, Anna Ostowl?"

Both girls look to each other and nod. They stand up from their seats, and nearly in sync with one another, march up to the front of the class--black haired girl beside the brunette. You knew they looked similar. Anna and Betha Ostowl. They seem to follow Malakae around like she's the queen bee. You admit that she is smoking hot, but her personality is one of the worst you've seen, and you've dealt with succubi and vampires.

Anna wraps her arm around her sister and holds her tight. "All right. Are you ready, sister?"

"Of course," replies Betha.

"Then see how quickly I'm able to cast," she gloats. Anna places her hand upon her sister's forehead. Magic whips up around her, and she speaks the word, "Sleep," which instantly affects her target. However, not in the way you expect. You assume she's going to fall limp in her arms and drift to sleep. She does fall limp, but...

The brown-haired girl's face flushes red. Her knees buckle, and her sister holds her up. Though instead of sleeping, she looks even more awake. She pushes down the front of her skirt and stumbles out of her sister's grasp, absolutely embarrassed for some reason. She can't find anywhere to hide. All she can do is look at the class with her body trembling. Then, she sinks down to the ground, and lets out one humiliating sound of pleasure as she exhales.

"That is... not the spell," the professor speaks up. She raises an eyebrow curiously.

"Wh-What happened?!" Anna looks around frantically. "I know I cast Sleep. I know I did. Are you all right?"

Then everyone turns to the sound of a chair scratching along the floorboards. The dragon stands. With a huff, she walks straight up to the front of the class, and crosses her arms beneath her ample bosom. Though she's dressed in a regal black uniform, that does little to hide her sexy figure, especially her long legs covered only by a skirt. Her decorated appearance makes her look more like royalty than a noble. And with a roll of her eyes, she holds a hand out and places it on the head of the girl sitting on the floor.

"You two are embarrassing me," she speaks sharply. "I don't believe this."

"I'm so s-sorry, Lady Vraelion. I really don't know what happened," Anna tries to explain.