is it love? Mystery Spell- Love and War

Chapter 13: All Hallows Eve

It had been several weeks since the Osbornes had begun training me and while it was a slow and painful process, I could feel I was improving my magical proficiency, and Sarah was right there beside me, helping and supporting me. I was to have dinner with the Osbornes that night before Sarah and I hit the town to party with our friends.

In the chaos of deadlines, looking after Lorie and preparing for pop-quizzes and essay reading, I didn't have time to make myself a Halloween costume, so I'm currently using a 2-hour free period with Sarah to go shopping for one. We had, ironically and originally enough, decided to go as witches. But the twist was we'd be going as witches from a different point in history. I was going to be a gypsy witch and Sarah was going as a renaissance witch. We were rooting around the bargain bins of thrift stores and had relatively good success so far. Sarah had found all the pieces she would need for an off-shoulder corseted renaissance dress and jewelry to go with it, I'd managed to find a long sheer piece of black material with moons and star decals on it that I intended to use as a shawl to drape over my head, a black off-shoulder gypsy top that would show off my stomach, elbow length lace fingerless gloves, a grey sheer veil to go over my nose and mouth, and grey harem pants. Sarah had agreed to lend me some of her gold and silver gypsy jewelry, I would wear a silver circlet on my head with my shawl and she would help me with my hair and makeup at her place. 

We left the store, satisfied with our purchases now stashed safely in our backpacks, and headed towards our final class of the day; Myths and Legends. We'd be getting our first assignments back today before we launched into a new section of the course. I'd been avoiding seeing Professor Jones after that night at the witches club. I'd received e-mails from him saying he wanted to see me to talk about the research position and an upcoming expedition to Peru, but I'd restricted our contact time to class hours and cutting them short there. If I saw him in the hallway I'd duck down a different hallway as discreetly as possible. I just can't get the image of him from that night out of my head and I can't forget what I felt when we looked at each other. I don't know how to feel about it.

We sat in our usual spot in the middle of the lecture theatre and settled down with our notebooks. Peter came in a few minutes later with Dorothy, whom I found out sat next to him on that very first day, and they sat a few rows behind us. I was pretty annoyed with Peter. I still don't know where I stand with him. Did he kiss me for some sick joke or did it even mean something to him? And what was the deal with this Dorothy girl as well? He spends a lot of time with her, and now that he's chosen once again to ignore and avoid me, he spends all of his free time with her. I don't understand him.

Professor Jones entered the lecture hall carrying a big stack of papers and once again I could feel his eyes upon me. Luckily no-one else noticed this, but I made me nervous all the same. He started handing out the papers as he spoke to the class, applauding those of us who had worked hard and those of us that needed to apply ourselves more. Sarah got her assignment paper, and it was marked with a B plus and the feedback was detailed and constructive. You could tell Professor Jones loved his job. It's pretty attractive to see. Whoa, wait, what?! DId I really just think that?!

Before I could contemplate any further, my own paper was thrust under my nose. It said A plus. I looked up in confusion and he gave me a knowing look.

"You know what you're talking about Miss Bardot," he says, "it's why I've considered you for the research role. See me after class, we'll discuss it."

Damn! He did that deliberately so I couldn't sneak away this time! Shit! I look to Sarah pleading, but she just gives me a conspiratorial look and smirks and wiggles her brows at me. This bitch is working with him!Professor Jones hands Peter his paper, mutters something to him and Peter stands up and storms out of the lecture theatre. What the hell is going on?