Be mine

Chapter 14| Lovesickness and loads of questions

I haven't been to the academy for two weeks.

Miss Cackle  hadn't expelled me from school as expected, she simply gave me leave of absence.

At first I thought it was a punishment. But when I overheard a conversation between my grandmother and Miss Cackle  a few days ago, I knew that there was more going on.

When I asked my granny about it last night, she just said it was all right and I could return to the academy soon.

Only my stomach told me that something was wrong.
Too many unresolved questions buzzed in my head.
Why was I linked to someone I didn't even know based on a photo?
Who was Detective Hoock's killer?
And was this also behind the death of my parents?
Or was it all just a coincidence?

What raised more questions was the fact that I was suddenly allowed to live with my grandmother.

What made you decide to take me in?

Not that I didn't want to.
On the contrary.
In fact, I was very happy that I no longer had to be with Aunt Victoria.
Still, I found it strange.

Or did she think, like Miss Hardbroom, I was a criminal and was only here for observation?

She seemed to be hiding something from me.
I could feel that.
When I asked her about my parents a year ago, she only told me what I already knew.
Although I could tell that she was keeping something to herself.

So I wanted to know from Detective Hoock whether their death was really just an accident or whether there was more to it.

Since I was privately tutored at Grandmother Miranda's house, I didn't have to worry about graduation.
Miss Cackle  kindly provided me with a couple of teachers from the school who went through the subject matter with me.
Among them were Mister Rowan Webb  (magic art / history), Miss Grumpy
(magic potions / classic magic songs, etc.) and Miss  Zincthaler
(transformation / sport / etc), who took turns teaching me.

Just like today.

The forgetting potion that I had poured down into myself at the academy immediately after Miss Hardbroom's silent farewell hadn't worked.

I must have forgotten one ingredient during the brewing process.

Annoyed by my sloppy way of working, I clawed my fingers tightly around my quill so that my knuckles turned almost white.

Oh, that's what I got out of trying to brew a potion on my own.
Great.
Now I had to think about Miss Hardbroom  every day and about our kiss that evening.

Sighing, I looked at the standing table,
where Mister Rowan Webb eagerly wrote down some magic formulas that should help me with the practical implementation.

I tried hard to follow his explanations, but my thoughts returned to my great love after each attempt.

Not having HB with me drove me crazy.
What was she doing now?
Was she thinking of me too?

I snorted contemptuously and put my free hand on my forehead.
What a question.

She was much older than me and she was my potions teacher on top of that. If I could get back soon.

Why should she want to waste her thoughts on me?
Although I still did not understand why she had come to me crying two weeks ago.
Wasn't I unimportant to her after all?

Or was it her guilt again that drove her to me?
After all, she'd asked me the strangest questions usually only asked of criminals.

Her slightly curved lips flashed in my mind, carefully pressing on mine and slowly kissing me more and more passionately.

I bit the tip of my tongue.

Damn it!
Not again.

Lately, I've often caught myself imagining myself smooching in the arms of my teacher.

This confused me a lot while studying as well as in class.
So I couldn't possibly concentrate on the school material.

Frustrated because none of what Mister Rowan Webb  had explained to me wanted to get stuck in my brain, I pressed the pen more and more firmly onto the almost empty sheet.

Oh, no, Potions was about to move on.
Miss Grumpy appreciated it when the potions were brewed as she showed it to be.
Only their methods were so very different from Miss Hardbroom 's.
They were a lot more complicated and required a lot of effort.

Why couldn't HB not teach me?
I wanted her back.

My teacher clapped his hands loudly and I winced.

Immediately my gaze flicked to him forward.

“So Elisa! I hope you wrote everything down nicely. Because in the next hour we will take action. So you will learn these formulas a little by tomorrow and internalize them in your mind! "He asked me and ended the lesson.

I sighed.
"Understood, Mister  Rowan Webb!"

He gave me a friendly smile.
My lips curled shyly.
He packed up his things and was gone with them.

I put my books away and went to my room to get the Potions book from the shelf.
My thoughts wandered through the rooms to the practical transformation test.
On Thursday Miss Zincthaler wanted to see what I could do.

Unfortunately, to this day I have had difficulties transforming myself into a pumpkin.
No idea why that was.

How am I supposed to do this in two days?

I hardly had any time to practice because I had to do my homework after class and afterwards I was allowed to accompany my grandmother to one of her meetings.

If I didn't have these stupid feelings for Miss Hardbroom, I would be much easier to follow in class.

I had to try to forget her. At least for the sake of grades.

As soon as I opened the door to my room, someone grabbed my arm and dragged me in at lightning speed.

Startled, I squeaked and spun around.

When I recognized HB, my knees were trembling.
I only managed to keep myself on my feet with great difficulty.

My heart pounded wildly on my chest.

Her dark sparkling lakes met my eyes and I felt how everything inside of me began to tingle.

She put a hand on my cheek and gently stroked my skin.

I growled excitedly.

Slowly our faces came closer and closer.

Damn I wanted her!
Here, today and now.

Timidly she put her lips on mine and dug her hands into my hair.

Intoxicated, I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her back with passion.

What was that between us?
Did she love me
Or was she just following her inner desire?

And why did she always come to me when I wanted to forget her?

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