Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Alluna watched Quinn's struggle with a calm indifference. She'd seen far worse in her day after all, so watching her student writhe, vomit, and end up smeared with his own sick hardly even caused a curl in her own gut, the only real swell of emotion from the display coming from the fact that he'd reached for the alcohol bottle as soon as he could control his body enough to do so. Well, if he was trying to 'hair of the dog' his way out of the magic she'd used on him, it at least meant that he thought it was a hang over, and that was further validated by the fact that the only demure explanation he had for himself was that he'd tried featherblossom for the first time the night before. She regarded him with cool, dark eyes, and moved to stand from where she had sat down on the bed, clasping her hands behind her back in a soldierly fashion as she walked her way around the bed, a safe distance from the splashes of his vomit, but looking down at him with her brows gently pinched, her pretty lips turned downward in disapproval. Absolutely not. She answered glaring down at him. As you can see, you've already made work for yourself to do this morning, and unfortunately due to your frivolity, it has nothing to do with your magic training. Though I suppose it may teach you that here in this academy, such behavior has consequences. She let her eyes fall across the floor at the mess he made to clarify what she meant before looking at him again, her expression all the more stern. My name is Alluna Jahdiel. I will be your tutor for the next year, and if you make yourself into anything worth having around besides a drunken bed mate, the remainder of your study here. I would like to impose upon you with distinct clarity the standard I wish to hold during our time together, so, She sank slowly, her thighs opening as she rested on her elbows on them to support her weight, near to him now and looking him in his face. If you thought your hang over was unpleasant, I would like you to imagine the significantly more vile bodily episode I will give you if I catch you in bed with another student again. Fraternizing with your fellow witches and guardians is not prohibited, but you can't even keep yourself conscious while using your magic. If that girl, or any other witch knew that you don't even have the skill to focus long enough to wield your talents with intent, they'd tip their noses up at you and you'd spend the rest of your days here chasing skirts unsuccessfully. She hadn't anticipated taking this angle with her student, but it was coming to her quickly with the sharpness of her mind that at least now, the best way to get through to the hedonist, was to put his hedonism at a price. You are a danger to your fellow classmates. She said firmly, Until you can protect them from your out of control capabilities, you should not be taking them into your bed like you know when and how your power will expose itself. To simply assume that they won't manifest themselves and do harm while you're fucking or drinking is the height of hubris, and if you come to regret it because you lose yourself to your talent and harm any student or teacher, the consequences to that will be even more catastrophic than what even I could offer you. Keep that in mind, the next time you see a woman you find yourself wanting to recklessly bring near to you. She gave this advice from experience, though she'd hardly spent her first night, or even her first several months there bothering with anyone for sex or romance. Today we have much to study, Quinn. You will clean yourself, and this, She pointed a casual finger at the mess, Up, and then we will begin your training. Do not idle, do not dally, and do not think I am your friend in this. You will do things at my pace, at my schedule, and I have been ready to begin for about half an hour at this point. You are already wasting my time. She moved to stand and smoothed her hands along her close fitting top, clicking her tongue and pointing to the wash room that was part of every student's dormitory, holding towels and toiletries for the girls, but in this particular room, a proper shower similar to Uther's if only to keep the man out of the communal washing pools for the female students. Get on it. She urged, curious to see how seriously he would take her assessments, along with her threat and sternness. She had a feeling he wouldn't go easily into doing what she said, even though he desperately needed to bathe himself and clean up his sick if he didn't want his room to reek of it for weeks, faintly laced into scent of the room until it was properly cleaned. Once you've gathered the dirty towels you'll use to clean up your sick, we will go wash them, and waste more time on the consequences of your actions. She said cooly, taking steps away from him before leaning against the wall near to the door, crossing her arms and raising a brow at him.