Someone's in trouble | beth

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Colt’s strides followed Beth’s as he conducted her straight to the door slightly side-lined from the Charms’ classroom entrance. It was partly because of the laziness of traversing all the way from his abode to his job place, so it was befitting to have it beside and having no turmoil on such as being late for lessons; not with his wrist-watch and with his office right next to the hall where the lessons took place at. Nevertheless, the man needed to cope with the slum, as it was inevitably rife with throngs, here and there, interspersed through the hallways, and he had to neglect the conspicuous peers that some students, who seemed keen to know the matter between the two of them, were throwing at them, with suspicious and intriguing looks.

Past the tension of the moment, Colton just wanted a bit of a conversation with that whom could have felt that she had been deceived by him, as he never mentioned anything about being professor, and even less, her professor. Sommer let out something close to a sigh as he shook his head side to side in a reproving manner, indicating the snitches that this matter was way out of their business and they had no snooping need on it. Once some reacted to his action by averting their stares aimlessly and feigning dementia, he could finally jab the hefty wooden object, tapping it twice to activate the mechanism that made the dragons to split and to open their snouts, granting the access through the threshold. These being the contraptions that worked as latches as a gift from the talented and adroit former professor – something Colton awed at every possible time, and something he was reluctant to ditch away.

“If you may, off you go, in…” his hand hoisted beside her, aiming at the stark darkness that lied ahead, opening widely as an uncertain and infinite abysm which could meant nothing but desolation. Nevertheless, as they oozed through the passage, the dimmed atmosphere quirked into something that resembled the interior of some sumptuous palace in the East of Europe, with marbled floor and a fountain amidst, embellished with a red carpet that extended from where they were standing towards the end of the hall, where endless rows of bookshelves stretched beyond sight, landing on a marbled desk that rested in front of two immense window panes which stature exceeded the grandeur of the place alone. “You could say it was presented to me this way… I’m still adapting to the lush…” he mentioned curtly, walking past her, which attention seemed engaged in the decoration and the grandness of ‘his lair’.

“Try to depict my mood when I must return to my ramshackle flat in Rue de Paradis” he joked, attempting to break the silence that somehow had gestated amongst them. Stepping upwards into the brief staircase that ushered to the upper level (3 to 5 steps) he continued his strolling until he was right behind the desk, accompanied by the dragon statue that stood at the rear wall, just in the middle of both window panes. “This is the place I can’t still conceive as my own… I live here during the week… and I mop miserably in the story I call home during weekends” he stated, shifting from one side to another as he just leant downwards to take some stacks of papers and put them into the inner shelves that served as containers, since this antique piece of art served as much of a desk as a bookshelf did.

“Let us move onto what’s concerning us, shalt we?” the man smiled dimply, drawing his wand out to conjure a chair before him, and just watched Beth taking the seat, quite absentmindedly. The man shovelled in his pocket to extract the piece of parchment that he had previously peeked at before. “You never told me you were a Professor, Mister Sommer…” he read it aloud and chuckled to himself, nibbling on his lower lip for a second or so until his gaze met hers. “You don’t portray the image of a student either, Miss Spencer…” the banter would commence, and this phrase would just let it all begin.

[beth spencer']

Glancing over her shoulder she looked to him for guidance, choosing to ignore the curious stares of her fellow classmates. She had done nothing wrong after all, except call the professor out by his first name, which was regarded as inappropriate no matter the terms. Beth of course had meant no disrespect, but she’d been caught off guard. It had been surprising to have come face to face with the handsome gentleman who had shared her table the night before. By no means did this make her regret her encounter, she never regretted things she enjoyed and last night was one such event. What did concern her though, was what it was he wanted to discuss. The entirety of the lesson she’d been distracted, wishing he’s write her back but knowing that he wouldn’t. Nerves weren’t something she often succumbed to, but she’d spent the last hour in his company with not even the slightest idea of what was going through his mind – only that he had asked her to his office after class and she’d not known what to do other than say yes. She knew regardless she’d not decline his company as she had enjoyed it so much before and as far as she was concerned there was nothing wrong with that. Should one have the pleasure of finding happiness in something she didn’t see the need to deprive yourself of it.

Beth offered him a slim smile as they stopped, watching as he tapped the heavy wooden object against the wall. She found herself stepping backwards in awe as the dragon’s moved before them, her hand pushing back her mahogany locks in order to grant her a better view. Even the entrance to his office seemed grandeur, just one more notion adding to her curiosity over the man. Even after he motioned her inside Beth stood still admiring the artistry of the passageway, the dragon heads almost noble in their existence. It was only once Colton’s voice broke through the empty air that she nodded her head. Right, sorry… She muttered, ducking her head to step inside the dark chasm, though she immediately realized that it had not been necessary. It was dark when they first stepped inside and she found herself reaching for the walls to hold herself aloft, her gaze intent on her feet, careful so as not to stumble into his office. As she continued the darkness started to recede and she was welcomed into even more splendoer – floors or marble, lush red carpet, and sparkling fountain lead into rows and rows of bookshelves. I’m not sure I could ever quite adapt. She said with a flourish of her hand. I feel like I just stepped into some grand palace. You’re sure you’re just a professor? She said with a hint of a smile, she’d already been in the dark once, who was to say he wasn’t more. It seemed that life had a way of meeting you with unexpected surprises.

Beth found herself laughing again as he spoke, though she doubted his home could hardly be denoted as a ramshackle. Her nerves were slowly ebbing away as they continued into the office, her eyes drinking in the splendor as they walked. She did imagine that it was hard to leave such a place at the end of the day. I can’t imagine ever leaving this place, now that I’ve been here. She said, a ravishing smile lighting her features. It was true had she stumbled into such a place she would not likely be eager to leave it, despite the circumstances surrounding her home. These books… are they all charms? Or are there other things here as well. It was a bit astonishing that he should be her charms professor, the one subject she excelled in and loved above all others, except for maybe transfiguration. The beckoning silence was fading and she was falling again into easy conversation, much like they had shared the night before. I’m not kidding should I ever inherit such a place I would never leave. She said shrugging her robes from her shoulders as she walked. She’d never been fond of the things and felt much more comfortable in regular day wear. Surely your place in Rue is not that bad. She said, finally turning her gaze on him as she took a seat, nerves returning slightly as he sat across from her.

Right that.. She said shyly, after he read the note she had hastily scribbled across the parchment at the beginning of class. She hadn’t really expected much of an answer and hadn’t really known what to expect in return, but she’d felt the need to say something. Now that she was in his presence once more just the two of them, she had the fleeting notion to call him by his name but wondered again if it would be appropriate. It would seem that we were both met with some element of surprise. She never would have thought to assume he would be a professor at the school, for he was still young and very handsome. She while still young, had been out and about in Rue de Paradis in restricted hours so it was easy to see how he might have misjudged. Though I must say, I don’t take any of it back. She settled back into his chair, drawing a knee close to her. I’m a firm believer in enjoying things as they come to you and there is no concern in enjoying the evening with you. She did believe it, nothing had happened, nothing she disdained as being wrong, though she already knew her brother would have likely met her with disapproval. And I do suppose neither of us lied, Mister Sommer. So why is it that we’re here? She said, gesturing to his office around him, wondering what it was he had to say on the matter.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

As they both ventured through the room, everything she could have pent up was released, in such a relishing way it almost seemed enticing to him, as the girl he had somehow felt mesmerized and amused for was re-emerging from the quiet and slightly bashful girl that had spent the whole lesson lost in her own thoughts, which he couldn’t presume were charms related, actually. Nevertheless, speaking to this ravishing girl was something he could qualify as more than simply entertaining, and even hypnotizing. Letting her wonder on the immensity encircling them, there was no doubt that Colton had to restrain himself as well, though it was easy to tell that he couldn’t still give credit to himself for owning such site for leisure and for him to call hid abode. Such was right through a hidden staircase clogged by columns that reached the top, conducting straight to the upper story, which was actually disguised as the rest of the room, as the surface was enchanted to display the imagery of the top instead – again, it had all being arranged by the former owner, so he couldn’t give himself credit on such complex sort of magic, though he was close to it.

“Just a professor… and barely ” he exclaimed airily, answering to her query, just continuing with his pace as he travelled the way to the end of the hall, where his desk laid, advancing hither.

“You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to… ” he taunted innocently, a hint of diversion curling his lips as he did so, still not facing the girl because he was the leading link, indicating the path must be taken. “Albeit… I’m quite unsure you’d agree… I tend to be a bother past a couple of minutes of conversation, and thence… I would be intolerable” he turned his head slightly, coking it a little as he just watched her from the corner of his eye, escaping something close to a laughter in the meantime. All he could depict in his mind were his quirks, standing before the rest as in imposing manner, demonstrating how detestable he could get to be as some memoirs made their course through his mind, evoking some cheeky smiles on him. Nathaniel dogging him through the corridors with his whole frame drenched when he decided it was whimsical to let a water-filled balloon hovered above his little brother, with the mischievous intention plainly on him.

“I can’t call myself the proprietary of such collection… just of a bundle… though as I’ve been told… Brent used to harbour every piece of lecture he achieved, so I believe these can go from History and Science to Fiction-novels, Alchemy treasures and beyond” he confessed light-heartedly, he would be lying to her if he said that he knew exactly what each volume contained, how they were sorted and how long each was, but that would be bloating an ego that needn’t such, along with the fact of omitting truth, which was equal to deceit. “I’ve leafed through the Charms section myself though… Hundreds of books expecting to be read in a sit…” if he was to cavil on what he had and hadn’t done since his arrival, this could work as a praiseworthy task in his favour, instead of confessing the hours of drooling over the marbled flooring and the sculpted statues. Incapable of devouring the whole stockpile of them, he had managed to seep through a dozen of them. “Inheriting locations as these are one on a million odds… I happened to be fortunate, I admit… ” his musing became aloud, loud enough for her to listen at, as he just kept his poised self. When the mention of his flat arose, he couldn’t do something else than just letting out a brief sniggering, not as of laughing on her, but as of laughing on himself. He could later got her into details as how wrecked and precarious the place could seem to some.

Dropping the paper lightly on the desk was something that came naturally on him, just as he used to chuck some things off without notice, as of a narcolepsy symptom, which wasn’t even close to be such, only for the fact that it was outside of his control and it was completely involuntary. This was just a habit he often came across with, resting importance from inanities as they were. Hearkening at everything expelled from her lips, the man couldn’t do otherwise but to grant a satisfied grin, probing her quite delicately, as to even let it be hard to perceive. “I share the very same opinion in regards of our tryst… it was the mention of my name however, which made me have to clear some things out…” his smile faded away, and so did his mild expression, but not for long as he couldn’t help it and burst into laughter, almost wheezing at it. “Testing my credibility on you… sorry… I put you as the Guinean-pig. As long as we’re outside the classroom, feel free to call me as you wish… even dolt would fit me… it’s like Colt, you only change a letter” the man apologised in his best suit, as he couldn’t do otherwise but to coddle her. It was her comeuppance after all, as she didn’t trust she would slip away so intact and haphazardly. “The truth is… I did feel as though I wasn’t completely sincere to you… so I wanted to come clean” the bloke leant backwards on his cushioned seat and placed a hand below his chin in a cogitating gesture, supporting one leg on the other as the nearest part of the ankle rubbed with his knee. “From this moment, I’m an open book and I’m disposed to resolve any interrogation you throw at me”

[beth spencer']

Since entering his office Beth had begun to feel more at ease, his simple charm manifesting through his easily spoken words. His demeanor in class had been different, though not entirely, it had been professional. Even in his lessons he seemed to have some undeniable charm, his personality shining though the shell of a professional, but still it had not quite been the man with which she’d shared her company. Through the entirety of the lesson she had been rather quiet, though she had still been intrigued. Regardless of the situation at hand she’d still been rather absorbed by his words, charms always having been a keen interest. She couldn’t help but to think that he was easily qualified for the position having been witness to a few of his charms herself. Even still she had not quite been herself during that short hour. Usually she was among the first to raise her hands, words brimming eagerly on her lips, but this time she had been quiet offering occasional glances to the various speakers, scribbling short bits of cursive upon her paper. All of that was falling way in this office and she could feel her own extravagant nature returning.

I had to be sure. She quipped, as her eyes settled on the luxurious fountain in the center of the room. I have a hard time believing that you are just barely a professor, while I might not have known it before I do now. And truly it did make sense. Beth hadn’t really given it thought when she’d been his company the night before, but she had been particularly intrigued with the way he’d completed some of those spells nearly effortlessly. You’re sure? Just a professor? Nothing else? Don’t you hold out on me now! She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned to look at him, a smile looming on her lips. While she didn’t doubt he could be more, she believed what it was he said was true now that they were the two sole occupants of his office. She was comfortable in this space. Beth had never been uncomfortable in the presence of her teachers, but often being in their offices was intimidating. Now though she was finding Colton’s office to have a distinctly opposite effect. Perhaps it was merely his presence or her intrigue for what lie inside, but she was finding herself eerily comfortable confined within these walls

She couldn’t help but to laugh as he spoke in response to her remark about never leaving. Don’t tempt me. Smiling she raised a brow at him, her grey eyes searching his features as she spoke. Of course she had been joking when she’d admitted that she’d never leave the place, but all at once it had held an air of truth. Had she happened upon such a place and was granted access to it she might never leave, except to venture outdoors of course, for she loved them too much to dwell inside forever. Or I might never leave. She said, settling comfortably in her chair. Beth shook her head at him, her mahogany locks cascading over her shoulders. It was humorous to think that he would ever be a bother as she’d come to think something else entirely in the time she’d spent with him. I’d be inclined to disagree. She offered with a shrug of her shoulders as her fingers tapped lightly at the desk. I rather think you’d grow weary of my behavior and send me off outdoors or something. My parents always did something of the like…too much energy, they said. Smiling she realized it was true, regardless what he thought of her, her nature was not one inclined to be locked in doors. I rather think you’d grow tired of me first.

She found her gaze lingering on the bookshelves as she spoke, wondering on all the volumes that lay in those dark shelves. Beth had known this other man that he spoke of, Brent his name had been, and she concluded he had been a professor here before her time. Even still she was curious of the collection he had situated in this office, the office that now belonged to Colton. Hundreds? She asked, her eyes widening. While it was hard to pull her attention away from the other splendors of her office she was intrigued by the volumes that were settled in his collections. It’s lie winning a lottery. She said, but then paused. That is what the muggles call it, isn’t it? The whole one in a million odds… where they win a lot of money. She wasn’t positive that she had the idea all correct, but it sounded right in perspective. In your case you’ve just one something a little more palpable. I’d love to look at some of those books if you’d let me. She said, turning her gaze back to him almost questioningly as he let the papers in his hand fall lightly onto the desk.

Beth bit her lip slightly as his smile fell pointedly from his features as he spoke, his voice becoming stern, unlike she’d heard it before. She sat silently as he spoke, trying to decide how it was she was going to respond, her mind quickly running through apologies. She’d really not meant to call out his name in class; it had just come out in a moment of surprise. It took her a moment to adjust when his laughter escaped into the empty air, an explanation ready on his lips. I’ve half a mind to call you a dolt right now! She said, her voice openly jesting as she leaned forward in her seat. That was positively rude. She said, her lips betraying her as they formed into a brilliant smile, her arms crossed haughtily across her chest. She couldn’t even resume pretending to be upset, she let her arms fall from her chest as she leaned forward eagerly in her chair. But I must agree, you weren’t completely sincere, I expect better from here on out Colton. His name falling from her lips easily, almost as though they were old friends. So tell me open book… you left me with a kiss and your parchment. Why?

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Detainment clinched to his sight, even when she was still outside of visibility, the way in which she expressed herself couldn’t evoke anything else but lips curling and smirks, as the jesting was something he wasn’t a regular at; since not many enjoyed the diversion behind bantering, as long as it didn’t unchained quarrel or such. Colton was a man that proved to be easy to get along with, and that had accorded him the job position he was at now. Describing himself as ‘barely a professor’ was more than accurate, leaving the acute connotation of what ‘barely’ could signify. Intending to sound as if he had just started, it made it sound as if he was unprepared and lacking the proficiency, causing some little and short twinge on him, but not something he hadn’t felt before. As succinct as it was, the sentiment bailed him out, dashing out of his thoughts, incapable to pother on it any longer. It was a great task to accomplish, filling the shoes of a man that had a masters in Charms and was about to create a PhD about it, thusly, it came accrue that his repute was at the table as if waged.

‘ You’re sure? Just a professor? Nothing else? Don’t you hold out on me now!’

Colton’s ears crimpled when his mouth shrunk thinner into a smile with her statements. He was glad that she exteriorized much of an interest in his doings, and that was something that somehow flattered him. “What I meant as barely, means that I just finished schooling… One or two months ago” he bellowed, a hint of fun attached to every letter on the sentence. He mustered some confidence before letting his lips parted again, wary at not faltering when breaking the matter out for her. “Nathaniel told me they had a vacant stance for teaching in Charms because the actual instructor was bound to flee promptly… henceforth, I was the only candidate and I seemed qualified” Sommer shrugged his shoulders a little as his tilted his head lopsided, if she was to see his expression, she could deduce he was being a smug, but it faded as it came.

It was blatant that his wanton invitation wasn’t exactly a matter of stern pondering, just as it was more of a light comment than anything else. By the time he was thinking of the consequences, she was already delusional with the idea, as it was fascinating to her to stay in such cosy location. Colt’s eyes widened as she talked, the idea seeming devilish once you gave it a second cursory glance at it. At first, he might have neglected the implications, because he didn’t expect her to bargain on it. Nevertheless, as soon as she mentioned her despicable foibles, the Charms professor made his best to conceal the snigger that threatened to out, although it was impractical to live there, honestly, because the place wasn’t arranged for working as such, but more of a lounge. The upper floor, on the other hand, served perfectly as household, but acquaint nook didn’t ask for more than a single inhabitant. Engaged in his own deems he didn’t realise of what she had actually said, but as soon as the concession of finding her tetchy appeared, he shook his head in denial for her to see. “Living with me is a hardship”

“All of this enrapturing personality is clogged when the Sommer’s ghastly monster crops up” his intent of a spooky tableau was thwarted by his own stupidity. In an onslaught of sincerity, he wasn’t even sure of what he meant by it. They said that his family was charming alone, but everyone had skeletons in their closets.

“Hundreds, indeed… Just a bunch read… implying the easiest charms on a whole different level” his speech seemed more befitting to the lesson, though she had questions on it, so it was his toll to cleanse all doubt respect of it. “I’m actually learning to do wandless magic… it’s an advanced topic that isn’t much explored and comes difficult to some” this copiously detailed explanation had nothing to do with inflating his ego, but of knowledge and what was unbeknownst to some. Even when it seemed like he was just showing off his talent and ability on the matter, it was more of a way to introduce her to other forms of charms and to see the magic from a different perspective. “I believe so, as I’ve heard” he wasn’t sure himself either since his hectic modus vivendi didn’t let him explore as much as he would have liked on muggles and their customs, but some titbits of it leaked through his occasional visits and trips to London’s epicentre and the common places tourists frequented. “I reckon it involves maths and calculation as to gauge the possibilities of certain factors to occur… and the one in a million is the inaccurate form of expression to refer to it as impossible” Colton was good at deducting things so that was his best call, as far as he could assess it. “As I said it, I was lucky” his humble and most notorious side emerging.

Watching the girl crestfallen wasn’t something he could conceive as fun, for her, but to him it was erratic merriment, just as the mirth protruded from his dimpled mid-closed eyes and the row of teeth displayed so openly.

‘ I’ve half a mind to call you a dolt right now!’
“And you are free to do so” he stammered between chuckles, covering his mouth with his hand as he made his jeering more less evident, attempting to be a covertly as he could. “I deserve it” he concluded, still holding the tears from slipping from his eyes, as laughter had been quite too much to handle.

“I am really sorry… it won’t happen again” he fixed his gaze on hers, “Ok… it won’t happen so often” he teased, his orbs losing into a thin line, almost invisible to her. It should baffle her a little, but it wasn’t something he did in purpose. It was until the question reached his ears that he couldn’t help to nibble on his lip for a whit, exploring the scene with his eyes quite nonchalantly as he just seized on the torn paper and rummaged through his pockets until he found an inking instrument to hold it tightly in his grip. The man marked an inscription on the paper as he folded neatly and stowed it before him, on the very same desk, as silent burgeoned lightly and the expectant look on the man was aimed at her, moving his brows rapidly to just smile content.

Before she could even think of it, there was a glow coming from the piece of parchment she had in her possession, and as soon as she unfolded it, she would see an answer to her dubitative self. No one knew how he would respond, exactly, Colton’s mind was crafty and cryptic as no other mind could be.

‘Gentlemen have no memory’

[beth spencer']

She was barely able to contain herself within her seat as they spoke, her eyes still eagerly wandering the room with every open opportunity. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t familiar with such splendor; this palace was full of it after all. It was just that this very room was both beautiful and stock full of knowledge on her favorite subject. Growing up she’d always been keenly interested in her brothers writings about the subject, that and of transfiguration. When she’d been stuck at home all those years he’d been away she’d taken the opportunity to drill knowledge from her parents. She was considerably well practiced in both subjects and often excelled beyond those in her classes, but she’d always taken a particular interest in those that shared her admiration for such skills. She’d found Colton to be extremely talented upon their first encounter, but now she was finding herself in awe of him. He was submersed in the subject, as it was likely that there was years’ worth of reading in this room and she found herself wondering how much more talented he was than he let on.

Well when you’ve finished schooling has nothing to do with it. eth said, again turning her eyes back to meet his own. She wasn’t really surprised to hear that he’d just finished schooling, considering that during their first meeting she had thought him no more than a few years older than her. Obviously he was older than she’d first thought, but at seventeen she didn’t think it would put him too far past herself. If anything the fact that he was younger only made him more intriguing, given that he was able to fill a position of high demand. Colton was good at what he did and the way he commanded his lessons showed as much. You can’t barely be a professor when you’ve already taken it as a title. She said, offering him a small smile. It was all a bit odd; her having this conversation in his office. The events which had led them here hadn’t been irregular, but it was weird. Here in this space she again felt as if she were in the company of a close companion instead of being a student and her professor. Well I suppose it was all luck, though I know nothing of Nathaniel or this other professor. You’ve obviously met the qualifications. She said, watching as he shrugged his shoulders, his head lilting slightly to the side.

Living with me is a hardship. Beth found her eyes shying away from his own as he spoke, the implications suddenly bringing a warm pink glow to her cheeks. She tried to turn her face so as to hide, but quickly sound herself laughing again as he continued. She’d meant nothing by her statement, not in the beginning. Had she been graced with such a place she would not likely be one to leave, but her statement in return had seem rather rash. Both for the fact that while she admired Colton, she’d had barely made his company, but more importantly she’d made jest about living with her professor, which she doubted could be entirely appropriate. She was comforted by the fact that he played along, instead of remarking on rash behavior. Beth had always had a tendency for saying what was on her mind and she wasn’t one who kept from saying things she wanted to as there was no waste to be found in enjoying ones company. Of course, she’d not be living here with him, though clearly the thought had swept through her mind. And what monster is this? She prodded curiously, curious by the intent meant by his words. Doubt you’ve any monstrous qualities that could scare me off. I’m still certain you’d tire of me first. She embellished with a smile, keeping the mood light.


Wandless magic? Her voice was questioning, but she was not in doubt that it was a conquerable ability. She’d heard of it and had known her parents to e able to do it in their respective fields, but she was definitely intrigued by the undertaking. Colton was conquering her favorite subject and she couldn’t help, but be drawn in by that it of information. That is brilliant. She exclaimed. And here I am making my way through classes on maneuvering my wand in such a precise way. She said, her features almost embellishing that of a pout. Beth knew that she was doing favorably well considering her training, ut the thought of something beyond that sounded much more interesting. She was always moving to take that extra step. I’ll find my way there someday, perhaps. Should you serve your duty as a proper professor that is. She said, her tone again teasing.


Indeed, you did deserve it. Crossing her arms across her chest she shook her head at him. She’d not really been sure what to expect of him asking her to his office, but it hadn’t been playing at her nerves since he’d first announced it in the classroom. Beth had been worried he’d only bring her here to tell her that their interaction had been inappropriate and it would best be left forgotten, but she’d quickly begun to feel that was not the case once they’d been closed in his office, with only each other as company. For half a moment when he’d spoken she had seen the conversation turning again in that direction and she wasn’t sure she’d been worried, or scared to lose his company. Regardless she’d been glad to see the handsome smile find its way back to his features. Beth found herself rolling her eyes as a cacophony of chuckles escaped from his lips, she tried to play at being annoyed, but was unable too – her laughter soon accompanying his own.


You’ve a sick sense of humor She said, still unable to contain the laughter. It’s really awful, you made my heart stop for a moment, you know! Settling back into her chair, she pursed her lips watching as he turned his attention to his pockets, as though he were searching for something. She watched him curiously in silence and found herself curiously as he pulled out the small piece of parchment in which he had received her note on just earlier today, accusing him of not telling her that he was a professor. As his quill scratched across the page, she found herself rummaging quickly through her belonging to find her own slip of paper. Her fingers skimmed across it, just as it lit up with light. Unfolding it, she found his a short note, his handwriting scrawling across the page. Gentleman have no memory. She shook her head as her eyes skimmed across the words, once and then again. Is that so? She said, her eyes turning to meet his own. Without waiting for his response she spoke again, Then you sir are no gentleman, because I have a feeling you’ve not forgotten.

Or should I remind you. She said coyly, leaning across his desk just far enough so that her soft lips could softly graze his cheek. Beth wasn’t in the habit of denying herself the pleasures of her company and regardless the circumstances, his was company she wanted to keep.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Nathaniel had been a fundamental part of his childhood for all that respected of him, Colton had always looked after his little brother, even when it didn’t seem as such was occurring. The man couldn’t believe his ears when she mentioned nothing of his akin and practically underestimated Brent’s endless expertise on whatever subject was referred to Charms. Neglecting such facts as to condense them to nonsense was in a comfy way mollifying to Colton. The lionized figure of his brother almost figured a legend amongst Beauxbatons, from what the tad could share throughout the tales and stories that accompanied on every journey back his provenance. The family would round up the wooden table as the splurged in supper, gloating on Nathaniel’s privileges indoors, omitting his foibles and admitting his virtues instead. Only Colton knew of the turmoil his brother fronted at throughout the nights when he would turn and the intolerance amongst his species in regards of some facts. Nonetheless, he was supportive to his blood-bond and he would always act in the favour of both. It was inconsequent to have her unbeknownst to his brother’s charming personality and bearing, but that would work on advantage to him as well. “Pardon my scepticism, but it’s queer to know someone who’s not aware of my brother’s existence” his remark was lit up with a smile, followed by something close to a laugh, but it didn’t reach such level at once. “At least I was convincing enough to let them think I did” when it came to himself, the man wouldn’t concede himself the grandeurs of acknowledging his talent, so it was quite natural on him to just bring himself down, in the most humble way possible.

“Monsters are meant to be kept away of imagination and thoughts, or they could beset each dream you own” the man lifted both hands in the air, as reciting an old rhyme from an old book from a childish tale extracted from those cartooned decorated objects. As spooky as he could feign to be, the man let his orbs remained on a simple position, fixed upon the girls as he just mimicked some funny faces from the books he could recall. “They say we snore quite loudly… amongst other quirks of us” in awareness of the lack of effect in his intended moves to scare her off, he rolled his eyes as he shook his head in denial. “I could walk sleep without knowing it” he shrugged his shoulders before driving his attention to the top, minding the bed that was settling above. If he was to sleep walk, he would probably roll down the staircase into the marbled surface, stumping against it with the cracking sound of his scathed bones. The gist of it was to maintain her off the idea of actually wishing to live there, but it all seemed to be working on both ways, as she was still stubborn on him rejecting her first. “If such thing happened, as I would wear myself down of your presence… you would simply hover outside of the building unnoticed” he smiled to himself, hoping she wouldn’t feel indignant with the comment but would just let it slip past herself.

“Wandless Magic, indeed” he nodded, just as his sight roamed through the room, giving it a cursory examination as he counted silently shelf after shelf, accumulating the numbers in his head as he just let his brow arched with a hint of interest, quite covertly. A pang of desire creeping its way up his spine, as he stirred inwardly, wishing he could just devour them with his eyes instead of having to read through them page by page. The man was working on perfecting a spell that permitted you to absorb the contents of a book by touching it, with Brent’s abidance and guidance, as this elemental spell shouldn’t befall into wrong hands. “As my principal objective through lessons is to let students explore the possibilities to the odds that encircle them” as in replying to what she had requested, it was nothing but his toll to make sure they embraced the subject. If a wondering student roused with expectations upon Charms, it was best fitted by tending such demands. “If you are interested, and I believe you are, I can always confide my experience into alumni… Allow me to introduce you to the arts of wandless magic, once I’ve mastered it myself” in words of an english erratic, Colton was inviting her to take some private lessons to adapt magic without the usage of a wand whenever she wished to.

Wallowing on the collateral consequences of his tiny joke, the bloke could hardly find restrain within himself, as he could sense his stomach rumbling with laughter, causing his whole shape to shudder with the sound and the emotion. Parallel to this, the man grappled the chair with certain strength, just as her lips parted for expressing something close to a complaint. “I wouldn’t say sick… I’d refer to it as different” he smirked, covering his mouth with his crooked index finger, supporting his thumb on his chin as he practically nibbled on it. Tossing the paper away and let it rest on the desk, the man observed amused at the girl’s reaction to his little witty tactic, as playing the naïve in a game where he was the faultless manipulator. The moment she opened her mouth he could tell she was not in a constrained state, just as the margins of shameless flirting commenced to be surpassed. Colton felt the grazing against his seamless skin, a sweet grin growing across his features in return. The last happening had unchained a comforting sense in him, and with it, he could feel like there were no boundaries between them at all. “As a truth seeker… I must admit that I enjoyed myself in your company quite vastly to let it go off that simply” Colton’s hazel pupils riveted onto Beth’s, biting on his lip in a really conspicuous manner that was inevitably alluring.

“It isn’t easy to find someone to converse with nowadays” the doe eyed man responded simply, the visible grin growing wider and wider with each syllable. “Consider it as if I have given you my number… my private number for personal contact” he winked, his hands lowered to his lap and then he just leant forth, putting his elbows at the desk’s verge and inclining himself forward, getting closer to the lady as to stand still face to face. “Is there any other inquiry needs releasing?”

[beth spencer']

Well then, you must forget that I’m new to this school. She said, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. It was likely that they’d each been here as long as the other, with his installment as the new charms teacher and her recent transfer from the wizarding school of Hogwarts. It had taken a great deal of convincing on her part in order to transfer to this school. Her parents had wanted to keep her close to home, but she’d been fairly adamant in her arguments. They had agreed that the school would be more welcoming to her artistic talents, yet they’d still wanted to keep her close to home. Her family was her greatest treasure and that was the argument which had brought her the greatest triumph. While she was close to her parents they could not deny her the possibility to be close to her brother. Most siblings were close, but Joshua and Beth exceeded most standards. The two had been practically inseparable ever since she could remember and without a doubt her parents knew they could trust Joshua to keep a close eye on her – though she didn’t think it necessary. In all honesty I came to this school knowing no one, so your brother is no exception. She offered with a simple shrug. It would seem that his brother had quite the reputation here at the school, but she indeed had been oblivious to the existence of another Sommer. Though, now that Colton had mentioned him she was interested to know that he too had family close by, in this very school to be exact. You’re the only Sommer who’s caught my eye. She said a bit coyly, flirtation underlying the simplistic truth behind her words. And I doubt they needed much convincing, you’ve an easy way of impressing.

Beth found herself rolling her eyes as she spoke, their easy conversation having turned into a competition of sorts. She couldn’t help but to find the humor in the situation as it was not a conversation one would likely find between student and teacher. Beth was finding that a good portion of their conversations were like that. She couldn’t imagine herself having a conversation of this sort with any other professor; in fact the idea seemed a bit appalling and entirely inappropriate as it should have felt now. While it should have felt that way, it didn’t – not in Colton’s presence. It was hard to think of him as being her professor when they were the only two people in the room. Of course in the classroom she’d met him politely and curtly as was expected of a student, but she couldn’t draw herself to act in the same manner when she was alone in his company. She was still drawn to the mysterious man which she’d come across in bon appetite. Fine, fine. She said with slight wave of her hand in acknowledgement to his statements. The snoring got me. You’re right I couldn’t possibly live with you. Shrugging her shoulder, she offered a curt nod. Of course, it wasn’t something she couldn’t live with but she felt the need to let him win. But don’t you forget monsters beset all your dreams. I’ll spare you my own. She said slyly.

Beth drew her legs up against herself as he continued talking, resting her head gently on her knees. It would seem that Colton could not fail to intrigue her, in conversation and studies alike. She had always carried a certain fondness for her Charms professor back at Hogwarts, but she was certain that this was a whole different level. A small part of her was sure her brother would be distraught in her relation to Colton, but she couldn’t help but shove the thought aside. He’d probably admit it to some folly about love and how the person needed to be right, but even thinking about it made her laugh at the idea. The only thing that mattered to her was that she was enjoying his company. There was nothing wrong in enjoying another’s company and as far as she could see that was all she was doing. Well you must consider me intrigued. Charms is my favorite subject and you’ve exceeded even that. She said a bit excitedly, finding it hard to believe that he could think of himself as being just barely a professor. It seemed obvious to her that he was more than qualified for the job. I would definitely enjoy that. If you’d be willing to teach me that it.

Shaking her head, she settled back into her chair unable to contain her smile at his laughter. She’d not found the joke to be offensive, but for a moment he had caused her heart to stop. She’d not been relatively worried by this meeting but in that moment she’d wondered if there would be any dire consequences. She was glad to see that her single moment of her distress had brought so much light to his features. Well to that I must agree. She stated, a soft laugh escaping her parted lips. It was funny looking at it thereafter and it only made him admire him all the more, for making light of the situation. Well I’m glad to hear that Mr. Sommer. She said, using the name explicitly in response to his use of his authority, again made in jest. I’m glad that you felt you couldn’t let me off so simply, because I must say I was sad to see you leave. She added imploringly and she had, but her spirits had lifted with what he’d left her – even if only a simple connection.

Her hands fell against the desk as she pulled away, her eyes marking the spot on his cheek where her lips had just rested. She was silent for a moment before she brought her eyes back to his own, catching the grin as it spread across her features. Again, she felt a brief pang of worry as he leaned forward, she had just kissed her professor after all. She bit the edge of her lip softly, but found herself smiling again as he spoke once more. Well I’m pleased I make a suitable companion She didn’t move, merely stood in place her face in close proximity with his own as he leaned in closer, question ready on his lips. Well as my personal contact, what is next on the agenda? You can’t ask me out to dinner as we’ve already done that. She implied playfully, recalling their dinner together only a few nights ago in the quaint little restaurant in Rue de Paradis. And what possibly follows a kiss?

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Colton’s incredibility was grand, pricking up both of his ears, the man believed himself at the edge of deafening, practically sceptical of what those acoustic receptors seemed to catch, misleading him from his disbelief. Lingering on the fact that she had been here as long as him, was a vital factor that wasn’t heeded amongst the possibilities. Colt let his eyes scrutinized her as with a devious hint, siding his head occasionally as he could just assure to himself that she was telling nothing but the truth. Covertly, he bit on his lip with a cheeky expression, when she mentioned he had been the only Sommer that had caught her eyes, as a form of speech. As fascinating as his mesmerizing brother could be, some girls seemed to elude him, perhaps because their poise was far more sophisticated than his meanders, and with it, those that maintained themselves away from his charm, were one of a kind. Nevertheless, Colton wouldn’t have any intentions of introducing her to Nathaniel, just in case she wasn’t all that immune to his tactics. “Impressing isn’t something we do often” the man chuckled when she referred to them as impressive beings that seemed to captivate those surrounding them, as if bewitched, just because the professor could hardly identify himself with an awe source. Even when he could see through her innocent flirting, he couldn’t relish on it as due, because of the implications behind the context – such demeanour was far from political correctness. Bereaved of excuses to follow, the man simply shunned the subject at once, commencing to prevaricate. “We all own our perks” vacillating on his words, his orbs began to eschew her look, in order to remain in absolute composure, at least, by then.

A hand was rapidly taken to cup his mouth, pupils losing on a thin line that delicately moulded to the creases aside the corner of his eyes - this was inevitable whenever a laughter onslaught beset him. Colton’s mouth cracked open with a loud laugh escaping him, as he couldn’t restrain himself from such behaviour. Snoring wasn’t something he did, and he was plenty aware of it because none of the Sommers did, but it was whimsical to watch her retreating because of it, as if snores could prove a daunting and fearless foe she could not affront. “Granting me victory based on my sleeping disorders? … elegant manner of withdrawing, Miss Spencer, I concede you that” between laughs, the man could barely speak, sensing his tum aching because of the constant stimulation, as if he wasn’t exactly an active motor. “I couldn’t conceive any monsters when it comes to a girl of your finesse” it was a compliment disguised of mockery, as what he could see through her persona, was that she was flawless in every aspect, and he couldn’t mind a single foible on her, for whatever quirk could be.

In regards of Charms, the professor stood in a very privileged stature, as with having glommed onto teacher’s position by the moment he was walking away from that University of Magic back in England. As far as he was concerned, the subject concealed more secrets than the rest of them knew, just as wandless magic seemed amongst these, and the reservoirs of themes cropped up in front of him to absorb with knowledge. Colt’s fascination upon Charms was sickish, as of spending days reading on a single sentence to perfection his pronunciation of the incantation, or correcting his notes on his observations about certain spells. He could just leaf through the endless sheets in order to find that of what he was in seek for, just to remind a bit of himself and his talent. “I wouldn’t mind at all… as I find it an ideal toll to spend my time with… instead of puttering in the office for hours” he beamed with light on his features, as if he had been offered a really unique opportunity. “I must warn you it will never be easy, though… as with anything else” keeping up the jesting, he couldn’t prevent himself from gloating on the difficulties engulfing enchantments and their yielding.

“I wouldn’t dare to miss such chance” his statement was replete of honesty, just as he dabbed at the piece of parchment still on the desk, readily open for him to write anything, though he would resist the urge, at least by then, since it wasn’t necessary. “Part of me wishes I had shared more than just it, though… ” his look flooded with a glistening screen, making it brighter and more authentic, as if he was releasing words from the depths of his heart. She could read between the lines, as he was confessing he would have loved to simply let himself go with the moment, instead of hesitating as he did. Faltering wasn’t a quality he could call remarkable on him, but when it came to a just-met stranger, he couldn’t do much as of coercing himself into action. “I didn’t know I caused you grief in my departure” the man let his lips curled into another smile, open widely at her with the supposition of his absence. She wouldn’t expect them to remain there for a lifetime, as it was blatant any of them would leave the place – Colton opted to be the first one to do so. He could get lost in her, capturing the essence of her through the sight, ingrained to it as if he refused to keep his glances off her beauty. ‘Gorgeous, intelligent, agreeable’ he deemed, inexplicably enthralled by her presence.

“Following suit… I reckon, is a personal invitation to my place… ” the nearness they shared was beyond awkwardness, as it swelled into such comfortable state, it seemed bizarre to stand away from it. Colton perplexity was mitigated, replaced by a smug man that used to dwell within himself, during his Hogwarts days, scouting girls from corner to corner. “And… you’ll get to know my cooking side” both brows rose with expectation, as the man was amused, practically engaged by her breath, shortly distanced from his own. Nevertheless, the magic of the rapture was broken by the moment the whole edifice started shaking violently, columns about to collapse, books rattling on their shelves and the ground losing level as it all pointed at an imminent wreck upon the ostentatious place. The man rolled his eyes just as their proximity was fair for tasting each other’s lips, grumbling to himself as he frowned. “That means… I must part” he shovelled inside his pockets to extract his wand, aiming it to the ceiling as the scene restored its impeccable aspect and everything was put back into place. “Uncommon methods… ” he shrugged his shoulders as he leant himself backwards, abandoning the nearness and the elation that moments before bubbled between them.

“May I perhaps, escort you to the exit?” he offered, courteously, as he stood up with a leap and shifted around the desk, helping her to straighten up.

[beth spencer']

We as in the Sommers? She asked, stifling a laugh. It seemed as though Colton was either incredibly oblivious to his own charm, or he had a way of dissuading himself of it. Beth shook her head slightly, her dark auburn locks swaying with each gentle motion. While she’d only been praising his ability as a professor, Beth had a feeling he’d react in a similar manner to every compliment. Not that it was a bad thing; he just didn’t seem willing to accept he was as good as other made of him – humble. Or you as a professor? Either way she felt he was well deserving of any compliment she offered him and they did not seem to be in short supply. Beth was one of few people who were likely to take compliments easily. It seemed that most people had a habit for shying from them, but she’d always enjoyed receiving compliments. Not for being praised, but for the simple joy of knowing that she might have brought some light to someone’s day. That and a compliment was always well favored, it was a boost to anyone’s mood whether or not they were willing to admit to it. We surely do. Nodding in agreement, she leaned back comfortably in her chair a smile brimming on her full lips. One of yours being charms, obviously. I’m sure it is only one of many.

Beth couldn’t help but laugh alongside him, his hand drawn against his mouth at her withdrawal. Of course, she’d not really been weighing the option of actually vacating the same space as him. She just couldn’t help but to find humor in the idea trying to share a space which was visibly only large enough for one. She was indeed a light sleeper, so snoring was not necessarily favorable, but should the option ever arise she wouldn’t lose company over it. In a larger scale it really seemed a small sacrifice for something you enjoyed much more, but in this instance it could be simply overlooked as it were. Well it’s a small victory, but deserved. I need my sleep after all. She said, laughter still evident in every word, as much from his reaction as the conversation itself. You seem to find them for yourself easily enough. Raising a brow she crossed her arms against her chest, her fingers playing aimlessly with her auburn locks. I assure you, you’ll see them in time. They’ve a habit of sneaking up on people. That’s why they are called monsters after all. She said, her voice a bit teasing, smiling graciously at the hidden compliment. She’d hardly call any of her faults monsters, or any of the faults she found in others. She tended to look at people’s faults graciously as they made everyone a little bit more human.

That would be brilliant. She said excitedly, from the edge of her chair. Beth had always been particularly fond over two forms of magic, both charms and transfiguration. During her time at Hogwarts she had exceeded far beyond her professors expectations in those subjects. Beth had always been a good student, but she struggled in other classes as the rest, spending her time lost in textbooks. In charms and transfiguration though she’d always seemed to have a bit of natural talent and she’d been willing to take on any task given to her. One of her latest goals had been to become animagus – she still had some work to do, but she was very close to achieving it. It wasn’t something most students still in school undertook and neither was wandless magic, which was why the idea intrigued her so. She was more than willing to put in the extra work for the undertaking. If it were easy then everyone would do it. She said with a smile, knowing very well that few people bothered with the concept of wandless magic. But I think it is well worth the effort. I’ll definitely give it my all.


Only grief so far as to lose my company. She said with a smile, her eyes glancing to the bare piece of parchment lying before him. It was ingenious really. Belonging to the wizarding world she’d never owned one, but she knew muggles to be very fond in their use of cell phones. From what knowledge she’d acquired in Muggle studies she believed this had a similar use. It was comparable to texting, or at least she thought that’s what the muggles called it. Items like that didn’t work here on magical grounds though, so students often had to use owls to keep in constant contact. This method, which he had shared with her, was far more agreeable for keeping in close contact and sharing quick messages. I must say as delightful as the shop was, I always find myself more agreeable with company. It’s certainly more interesting by far. And it was true. Beth didn’t mind solitude, but she found that she was naturally livelier in the company of others. It was always a chance for opportunity and Beth found more often than not her curiosity was without bounds. She founds her eyes widening a bit at the invitation, unsure whether to be surprised or excited by it – though she found it to be a mixture of both. Part of her knew she shouldn’t be so willing to accept, but she found the idea intriguing. I certainly hope that your cooking should live up to expectation. She teased.

The idea of him cooking dinner had barely settled when the office started to shake violently beneath them. Her eyes widened and her hands immediately drew to the arms of the chairs, meaning to keep her in place. She’d never been in earth quake, but surely this was comparable to one. The distance and mood between the two, become irrevocably more distant with the sudden intrusiveness. Is that all? She said, her words awestruck as he pointed his wand at the ceiling as everything calmy restored itself. I thought the office must be falling apart, an earthquake or something, and it’s only an alarm? She said, still a little shaken from the suddenness of the event. Uncommon methods, indeed. She said, blowing a tendril of hair from her face as she too rose from her chair, smiling as he took a place beside her. You’re welcome to escort me to the door as long as you promise your office won’t knock me from my feet. With a laugh, she stepped away from her chair, mazing through his office back towards the dark entrance.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

“We as in… Sommers” he beamed out, slightly biased upon the fact that was distraught with the sole idea. The Sommers couldn’t seem a regular family, as to what him respected, Colton couldn’t call himself rife with brilliance, and in an ecumenical stance, he could even consider himself a dot on a wide blank plate, but it was all through his own perspective. Different to his confident, cheeky smug little brother Nathaniel, Colton had his issues when it came to a self-valuing as to deem himself less than what others made of him, but it was a common quirk of his – something he was strangely accustomed to. “Well… more as… just me” modesty was a virtue that preceded him, and it was quite inevitable to just let himself be so influenced by it that if such didn’t exist, then he would lose his essence, utterly. The sheer notion of unctuous behaviour to himself was something beyond flouting, as he would disdain at the sole idea for the same reason that he was withholding all of his deems to himself, only. “Personal opinion… but I find praising a bit too overrated” he chuckled, quite unsure of the nonsense erupting from his lips, as if just aimed to himself mostly. “I’m a brave defendant of the concept, ‘you can’t see yourself as you are’ along with ‘When you think yourself faultless… you err terribly, because we are all in need of constant a positive change… ’ and what I would normally put it in my own words… You can always improve… because we’re limitless… and the moment you put yourself a limit… it’s your demise”

“Sleeping is quite the most required need along with eating and satiating thirst” the man’s logic was irrefutable, despite his efforts to sound nonchalant and heedless of the effects implicated. “Well… it’s hardly to depict something maleficent popping out of those beautiful greenish eyes you possess, Miss Spencer” as the word monster enclosed a blustering beast capable of tearing things with its might and supernatural strength, causing people to crouch before him and wince and tremble in fear, it could not be related to her. Nevertheless, when it came to knowing of secrets people hid, it was best to let them unfold themselves naturally, instead of unravelling them yourself, as sometimes, consequences could be a handful of issues, and too much to handle. “having to rival one of these sounds daunting… hope keep myself off them” the light remark should suffice to let her know he was not prone to summon them – even less in purpose.

Colton couldn’t exactly reminiscence the exact moment when he proved himself so engaged with magic, just as from where he could see it, he had been reared up along the whole concept, with hovering pots, spells to aid in house chores and especially the useful these spells and conjures could be when utilised properly. Watching at the glint on her eyes, with the spark of excitement and enthusiasm seeping from her, was something encouraging, as to motivate him to teach her. “I guess we could commence as soon as you wish then… now that you are in awareness of difficulties” he summed up, simply, granting a gentle smile that of a professor, as whenever the subject rose, it was pertinent to keep things as they were – he was an instructor after all, for the most fledging he could seem.

“I’m on the contrary… relish in solitude” Colton muttered, as when she spoke of rather company than isolation, what for him served the completely opposite purpose, as he wouldn’t procure a companion, in spite of circumstances, though when spotting her in the distance, something was moved inside him, as to modify his inner convictions. This could work both, at her favour as to knowing she could alter him in such a way and against him, if she used such power for evil. “I have a really exigent palate, must say… and if my palate tends to be delighted with my work… I don’t see a reason for others to retreat” it was easier to speak with such nearness, and the sense of nuzzling their noses, albeit cheesy, proved to be soothing.

Colton made an extra effort to supress his discontent with the venue, just as things were turning more agreeable and intimate, his bloody clock needed to intervene in the less opportune moment possible. Nudging himself as he treaded past the stairs in her company, he was somehow explaining himself, poorly. “The office won’t knock you off your feet… I haven’t trained it to do so” he quipped, in a futile attempt to retrieve his humour, nonetheless, he could still perceive the pinching notion on his skin, quite at the back of his neck. Tramping beside her in his best grin, the man led her through the long hall into the narrow tunnel, reaching the stark obscurity that characterised the place before detaining himself completely, with the girl standing before him. “Wait up…” he mentioned, as he gently grabbed her by the arm, as to make her stop, waiting for her to be facing him as he just hoisted his wand and let the tip was illuminated wordlessly. Colton craned his neck downwards, slightly, just as he could see her directly to the eyes, his hand heaved to the side of her cheek and as his face followed suit, the hand advanced longer pushing the door open behind her.

“Off you go…Miss Spencer” his voiced creaked, slightly, a throat clearing coming ensued. He waited for her to skip her way outside of his lair before shutting the door closed and heading straight into the classroom that was beside. Clumsy dolt, what had him just done? Taking out the piece of parchment, rummaging through his pockets, he noticed there wasn’t any and that it was resting at his desk – ‘Spared apologies for supper’ he mused, shutting both lids closed as compressed as he could. He sighed deeply and just entered the hall, set for lessons.