TALES OF THE HEART ❦❧ HELEN MCCRORY CHARACTER ONESHOTS

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teacher!Julie x student!Reader
disclaimer: y/n is like 20 it isn't high school but based off high school ig
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I sat in Art class taking notes and gently twirling my hair around my finger. I couldn't help but notice the stares I was getting from the teacher. She rarely looked away from her books or whatever she was doing if it was silent study in her class. In fact, unless a question was asked she rarely ever paid any attention to such a well-behaved class, yet she had not taken her eyes off me. It was as if she had been given a love potion and her body was aching for me. But of course, love potions didn't exist in this universe so it left me questioning her out-of-character behavior.

I finished writing my notes early and sat reading over them to prepare for the upcoming exam. Class only had five minutes left so there was no point starting something new. When the bell went I stood, putting everything into my bag, and began to walk out.

"Y/N can you stay back for a minute," The teacher asked just before I got caught in the sea of students walking out of class ready to go home.

"Of course Mrs. Ranmore," I replied while walking up to her desk. She looked scared and tired. I'd never seen her in such a state. "Are you okay?" you asked softly

"Yes, I just feel a bit tired," she replied almost on the verge of tears. I didn't want to push her so I changed the conversation.

"What did you need to talk about?" I asked and she lit up a little

"Right! the school has been asked to submit pieces of artwork to an exhibition off-campus. When the principal came in here the four pieces he chose were yours. We just need consent from you," she explained smiling. She was glad to watch her students succeed like this.

"It's fine with me. Out of curiosity which did he choose?" I asked.

"Your self-portrait, mixed-media landscape, the lino prints, and your clay bust," she said I raised my eyebrows in surprise

"You and I both know that I can't take credit for the clay. You did most if not all of it." I explained. Clay is not something that I was good with (based on experience) I've known that since the first year I ever studied art. It would fall apart and not shape the way I wanted and every year Mrs. Ranmore or any other teachers ended up doing the most of it.

"Y/N... You made it I just fixed it up for you. Really, I'm here to help anyway." she said with a smile, "I just need you to sign this to say it's okay with you." she said handing you a piece of paper. I took out the pen and signed it.

"Is that all?" I asked and she nodded while going back to her sad dementor.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked again not wanting to leave her alone if she was hurting. Instead of an answer, she broke down in tears. I moved her to her desk seat and sat her down. I kneeled in front of her holding onto her hands. "What's got you so upset?" I asked gently.

"It's not for you to worry about, honey," she sniffed looking anywhere but me.

"No you have been here for me, I want to help you," I said and her red teary eyes finally settled on me. Quite honestly the broken look on her face made my heart break.

"I just really hate the end of the day when you all leave," she started while looking at her empty classroom. "Some classes frustrate me but I love you all like a second family and it takes my mind off things when I'm teaching." She smiled slightly looking down at me. Her face changed to sadness once again as she continued "I dread the last class every day. That means I have to sit in the car with my husband for 1 hour driving home because we can't afford a second car. I have to wait for him to pick me up and there is never a certain time and he expects me to make dinner while he sits on the couch. Even though he suspects me of cheating on him." My mouth hung open slightly in shock. When she saw my expression she began crying again. "Please don't be mad at me I didn't do anything, I swear." I reached up to wipe some of the tears and then stroked her arm.