Mirelle
You opened your locker after a long day of training, body sore from the intense exercise. There, sitting on your clothes, was a perfumed note on lilac parchment. In a neat, looping script was the following:
Dear Hour,
I hope this note finds you well, but I find myself in need of assistance with one of the rituals that the professor assigned. I'd be ever so grateful if you could come by the Preparation Room and look over my work?
Mirelle
You tap the note to your lips as you thought. Mirelle...the shy witch from your classes. The one who rarely spoke up but always seemed to smile when you said good morning. Being the good classmate you are, you showered and decided to go see if you could help. You dressed and made your way to the Room in questions. When you knocked, Mirelle cracked the door. Her cheeks flushed and her baggy robes almost sliding off her shoulder, showing off the swell of her breasts. She quickly ushered you inside and closed the door. The locked it. The air in the room smelt sweet and carried a soft musky scent that made your blood sing with soft need. As you turned to her, Mirelle's blushing face barely met your eyes. She swallowed and gestured to the glowing purple circle on the floor
She turned those purple eyes to you, pleading for you to listen...to say yes.
Dear Hour,
I hope this note finds you well, but I find myself in need of assistance with one of the rituals that the professor assigned. I'd be ever so grateful if you could come by the Preparation Room and look over my work?
Mirelle
You tap the note to your lips as you thought. Mirelle...the shy witch from your classes. The one who rarely spoke up but always seemed to smile when you said good morning. Being the good classmate you are, you showered and decided to go see if you could help. You dressed and made your way to the Room in questions. When you knocked, Mirelle cracked the door. Her cheeks flushed and her baggy robes almost sliding off her shoulder, showing off the swell of her breasts. She quickly ushered you inside and closed the door. The locked it. The air in the room smelt sweet and carried a soft musky scent that made your blood sing with soft need. As you turned to her, Mirelle's blushing face barely met your eyes. She swallowed and gestured to the glowing purple circle on the floor
P-please...hear me out,She stammered
I-I've been watching you f-for a while now...and...,Her cheeks burned and the blush ran down to her cleavage,
and...I...want to...form a bond...with you...please?She trembled for a moment then steeled her resolve
J-just hear me out?
She turned those purple eyes to you, pleading for you to listen...to say yes.
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