𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ lady lesso; useless

The snow settled early in the morning, flakes drifting down from the achromic sky. Smoke decanted from my floral mug, battling the polar temperature in harsh swipes and curls. I lift the hot drink to my lips, the slight bitterness of my tea consuming my taste buds. I set down the china cup carefully, pulling off the woollen confinement of my blanket. Simple white dresses and floral corsets won't be enough to shield me from the cold weather.

Instead I rummage into the depths of my wardrobe, pulling out some more autumnal colours - forgotten and unused. It's shameful I know. The skirt I find is long, resting just below my knees, in a checkered chestnut brown. I pull on a white cable knit sweater that engulfs my petite frame. I conclude it mustn't be mine. The final touches consist of white legwarmers, Doc Martens and some gold jewelry.

I walk into the main hall for breakfast with my nose in a copy of 'The song of Achilles". I close it gently as I sit down at the table, my presence overlooked. That is until Clarissa plops herself on the chair opposite me in a excitable manner.

"Oh I love your outfit Y/N!" She exclaims. She really is the brightest of us all.

"Thank you Clarissa. Your hair looks beautiful today, did you do something different?" I ask, my question genuine. It really does look pretty today, voluminous curls. However, it's not as nice as the bright coloured hair that draws my attention like a stop sign across the room. I catch her eye and she smirks at me, eyes roaming my figure in a lazy manner. My face heats quickly but I brush it off and excuse myself - heading to my classroom early.

With the flick of my wrist each table has a quill designed especially for its owner and pot of ink. Parchment flutters from the cupboards like birds, swooping and diving until they settle neatly on the wooden frames. My subject is 'useless' as Lady Lesso describes it - Lettering and Enchanted Scriptures.

I make my way to my blackboard which is unfortunately placed behind my desk. I sit on the dark oak form - disregarding my chair, chalk marking the darkness with loops and curls. A knock startles me and I almost drop the chalk. I set it down carefully, calling them in.

"Lady Lesso, how may I help you?" I say, addressing the woman in my presence. Her style battles mine, it's more dark and masculine. Skirt traded for a pair of dark trousers and knit jumper a black silk shirt.

"Wanted to see what useless lesson you'd be teaching today." She drawls mischievously.

"If you keep throwing around insults, you'll never make it to heaven." I smile poignantly.

"I already know I'm going to hell. At this point it's go big or go home." She advances toward me, I'm still sat on the desk. She uncrosses my legs with a light tap of her cane and situates herself between my thighs. It's a little restrictive but i make do.

She places her cane down gently, hands messing with a golden chain on my neck. I keep my breathing steady, although my heartbeat is increasing by the second and I want to pull in her face and kiss her. I don't. Evers and Nevers are strictly forbidden.

Her other hand trails up and down the side of my body, starting at my thigh and stopping at my face. She looks up into my eyes, hers the colour of a storm cloud. I see the faint dropping of snowflakes in the background, white framing Lesso's red hair through the window. She takes a step back, snapping out of whatever trance she was in, grabbing her cane. "Have a good day L/N."

"You too Lady Lesso." I smile coolly. I feel anything but - my insides like fire, hot and itchy. I crave her touch, her proximity. She closes the door softly. I collapse with a sigh onto my desk.

I'm falling for the Dean of Evil.