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"I'm sorry, Ms. Porter." He smiled charmingly at her. "It won't happen again." Ms. Porter gave him a flat stare, and he flinched.
"Take your seat, young man. I expect it not to happen again."
Benjamin's dark gaze flicked around the room, until it landed on the empty seat next to mine. I looked from the empty seat, to him, and back to the empty seat. Oh, Grace have mercy on my soul. He is not going to sit here, not if I have any say. No, no no nonononononoooo! He sat, and smiled brightly at me.
"Hey!" He bumped my shoulder with his, as Ms. Porter started the lesson. "We get to be seat buddies! Isn't that great?" I shot him a dark look over my shoulder.
"Yes. Fabulous." I ignored the evil glares of the girls in my class, and took notes on Ms. Porter's lecture.
About ten minutes into her explanation of the benefits of Monkey's tail over ox's, Ms. Porter instructed us to get cauldrons, and when we asked why, she just smiled, and shook her head. "You'll find out." she said, mysteriously.
Our Spell Books flipped open to what we would be doing. 'A Recipe For Holiday Fear Cheer' Was scrawled across the top. The word 'Fear' was crossed out, and faded.
Benjamin leaned over me to get a look at the page. "Must have been a misprint." He rubbed his chin. I squirmed uncomfortably.
"Move." I said. He looked down at me (stupid tall person), smiled patted my head, and continued reading the page. "You know," I started, trying unsuccessfully to get farther from his (super sexy) chest. "Just because you're royalty, doesn't mean I'll refrain from causing you bodily harm."
He stared at me for a second, trying to figure out if I was bluffing or not. I stared up into his dark eyes. He put his hands on either side of me on the desk, grinned and leaned forward. "Yes you will." I smiled just as sweetly, ignoring the heat in my cheeks, and leaned forward too.
"Are you..." I placed my hand on his arm and glanced up coyly. "Sure?" He smiled and opened his mouth to respond, when I shocked him. He jerked back and cradled his throbbing arm.
"Adele!" Brayden called, shocked.
"Adele!" Emele called, horrified, and livid.
"ADELE!" Cried the whole class. Benjamin looked up from his arm.
"Your name is Adele?" I resisted the urge to smack my head. Ms. Porter decided to make her appearance, huffing and puffing through the classroom door, toting a huge bag of what appeared to be lots of sparkly objects. She laid down the bag and breathed deeply.
"Why didn't you just use a levitation spell, Ms. Porter?" One girl, Dana, asked. Ms. Porter shot her a dirty look, and muttered something in her native Gnomish language. She sniffed the air.
"Why do I smell burnt flesh?" she muttered, and sniffed some more. Benjamin dropped his arm, and I looked at the back of Dana's chair. Some people tittered nervously. "Well, get started. I hope you've read through the recipe. You never know when it might come in handy." I looked up to find that she was looking at me with a peculiar expression on her face.
"Alrighty. What do we have here..." I murmured to myself. "Hand me my wand." I didn't turn and look as I held out my hand to Benjamin.
"Erm... your what?" I waved my hand, and several different jars and containers flew towards us, and landed on our table. I sighed and turned to him.
I reached down and grabbed the gleaming black wand that was sticking out of my bag. "My wand. Don't you know what that is?" He looked at me helplessly. "Oh, Sweet Grace!" I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter. "You don't know how to do magic do you?" He fidgeted. "Oh... this is just too good! The Prince of a magical country can't even do magic himself!" He looked hurt. I sank down on one hip. "What to do, what to do, what to do..." I absentmindedly started mixing the ingredients. I tapped my lip with my wand.
"You could... y'know...not tell anyone and..." He paused, thinking of what else to add. "Teach me!" I stopped thinking. The ladle that was stirring the bubbling potion fell prostrate.
"You're kidding."
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"Are you kidding me?" I half shrieked. "Is he insane?" Emele pursed her lips.
"Benny is perfectly sane." she sniffed. "Though I'm not sure I can say the same for you."
"Are you sure?" I asked her, with my voice lowered, and my eyebrow raised. "All he did in Spells and Potions was gawk and smile like an idiot." Emele looked furious for a second, but then calmed down. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when you live with 3 younger siblings. You become patient. Whatever that means.
"Yes. He 'gawked and smiled like and idiot', but..." A strange smile crossed her face. "He spent a lot of time gawking and smiling at you."
