“Yes. Thank you, water will be quite fine... May I ask why you summoned me to your office, honourable dean? ... Ah yes, I am well aware that the academy is searching for a new head of arcane aggression now that Z’kysh has retired. No disrespect meant to the current professors, yet a few of them seem to lack the necessary... field experience to fully educate our younglings.”
“Slandriss? Oh yes, I indeed do know her. I was in my first year as an assisting professor at the elementary school of Zardun when I met her. She held the same position there that you are now pondering delegating to her in these noble halls, honourable dean. ... Her competence? Well, there is absolutely no question about that. I can still smell the ozone in my nostrils from when she called forth that storm of thunderclaps for pure demonstration right over the street leading to the gymnasium. I saw her freezing a skelk beast into a block of ice that rapidly that even its last warm breath was conserved inside the chilly prison for everyone to behold. And the exploding fireball she unleashed from her palms? I highly doubt that to this day anything managed to grow in Zardun’s... well... former flower garden again. So yes, Slandriss. Without a shred of doubt she is the most dangerous witch I have ever seen. A timeless goddess of magic walking among mere mortals.”
“Hm? Oh? That other thing. Yes. I... well... I... Excuse my rudeness, honourable dean, yet I have to interrupt your words. What you speak of can not at all be called a “rumour.” She indeed had this... very unique way of disciplining her students. I have seen it with my own eyes – it wasn’t hard, she did it in open public nearly every day. She had this little clearing in the school’s forest, right near the back door. It wasn’t tough to find, especially with the two metallic shackles fixed into the soil. She put her students’ wrists inside these to pin their limbs into submission, then... worked their bodies beneath her feet. Walked up and down over the young flesh from tail tip to snout or sat down on their bellies, pressing her boots into their faces. Deep. I... don’t think that in the 220 suns that our school’s year consisted of I ever met her wearing the same gauntlets twice. She was very well equipped in that department and very much... into it. I do not know if what she did aroused her in some kind of way, but the expression on her face when she had a pupil with her. It was... a bit beyond simple joy.”
“Complaints? Ahem... no. There... never were any complaints. Why? Well I guess the very vast majority of the lizardmen around her thought it might not be a particularly wise decision to question a mistress of magic powerful enough to reduce someone’s body to primordial soup with not much more but a stern gaze. And the students’ parents and the school council never brought it up with her either. I assume a few younglings walking around with their heads sunken a bit and boot prints pressed into their faces were a small price to pay for rendering even the most unruly child silent, submissive and well ordered... Oh yes, trust me, her class was the most humble and well behaved I have ever seen, anywhere. Mocking? Among the students? Because of her trampling single ones at a day? In no way or shape, honourable dean. After all... everyone in her class ended up having to hand in hand follow her to the forest at some point, at some date.”
“Ooooh, oh! I see why you might be worried. No, her colleagues never had to fear her advances. I so vividly remember when I first beheld her antics lived out upon one of the girls in her class, in that forest. I hid behind a tree to watch her. She noticed me though. When she was done, she stood up on the little girl. Walked all over her body. Then towards me while her student sneaked off. Slowly she approached me. I couldn’t... move... Sorry? ... Oh no, she didn’t put a spell one me. I was simply stunned. Mesmerized. These emerald eyes of her can make you lose yourself inside them. It is like gazing into the depth of time itself. I will never forget that smirk on her lips while she hugged around my neck. Her words the only thing I managed to hear over the pounding of my own heart rushing in my ears. She said “Do not worry, you are not my type.” Then she looked me up and down and told me I was just ten years too old for her. She left me alone, gently padding back to the building. I stuttered after her “I am... 23 summers old.” And she, without as much as looking back, just lifted her leather gloved hand, winked at me and whispered “I know.” ... So yes, honourable dean, I highly recommend hiring her. I would love to see her... work again.”
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Well, RINGRINGRING goes the bell, gentle reader! Maybe you should hurry up your step? You wouldn’t want to risk being late for class, now would you?