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Thread: On Thin Ice [Dr.Freon x Your Little Project]

Kevin watched longingly at her as Sophie made her exit, and as she strolled out the door, he caught a glimpse of how bad it was getting out there. Chances were narrowing that the campus would even be open in the morning. Good, thought to himself, he wouldn't have to put up with her fickleness tomorrow. And yet, strangely, he found himself wanting to see her again still. He wanted to continue to be contemptuous of her horrid attitude, but her lovely body, even under all those layers of clothes, kept his lonely mind busy. A sliver of regret began to wiggle in his mind, and he recognized it right away. It was the desire to get even. Kevin did not live in apartments on campus, but he didn't live far away. Unable to afford campus living, he'd rented the first floor apartment of a small, old, brick duplex a few blocks from the gate to the university's west entrance on the other side of the spacious campus lawn. When he'd first moved in, the upstairs tenant was loud and rambunctious. He was glad when they moved out. But now the solitude, like everything else, just seemed lonely. After braving the snow to his home, Kevin prepared for another boring night of Netflix binge watching before eventually passing out. He awoke to an email notification chiming on his phone. It was from school. As he'd guessed, classes were canceled due to inclement weather. After a night of stewing in the sting of Sophie's blow yesterday, he had formed a plan to take advantage of the barren campus. After a bit of simple deduction to reason what Sophie's school-designated email address would be, he doctored a bogus address that looked like it could belong to the university, then sent her a message with the college's letterhead photoshopped on top telling her that after 300 PM, classes and programs would resume.
Thread: On Thin Ice [Dr.Freon x Your Little Project]

The night proceeded as usual warm drinks, fuzzy blankets, and several hours of video chat with various other classmates and friends. Even a blizzard couldnt stop a social butterfly. They all gossiped about pointless topics for hours until one by one, they all dropped out of the call for various reasons. The last one standing, Sophie ended up dozing off while playing free app games on her phone. It was the morning alarm on her phone that roused her from slumber. After running through her morning routine, she settled at her desk and laptop to roll through any new updates for the day. The biggest game changer was an email detailing the state of the school campus and the fact that it was closed. She broke out into a grin and rolled her shoulders in a small celebratory fashion. She could go back to bed! Before shutting her computer and planning something new, she noticed another message in her inbox. It looked like some sort of addendum to the original message and it corrected to resume with scheduled activities right at the hour she was supposed to see Kevin again. Ugh. If her attendance at school didnt hang in the balance, he would have been at the top of her forget that list. The only positive was that she had just enough time in the morning and early afternoon to have a personal spa day. Painting nails, hair treatment, even face masks. Nearly time to leave, she got dressed for the world and ventured out into the snow. The cruel wind whipped at her cheeks and eyes, encouraging her to tug her scarf in a more protective position. In an attempt to preserve warmth, she crossed her arms over her torso. Despite the email, Sophie couldnt help but question the sanity of whatever staff chose to encourage the students to move out and about. By this time, salt was out of the question. Knee deep in powder, she staggered onward. Most of the visual ques were buried, leaving her with the occasional pedestrian sign to indicate the direction of her travels. Half way to her destination, the chill began to seep through her boots and jeans. Fuck, she murmured. Even with all of her layers goosebumps began prickling at her slender thighs and biceps. Her struggle was real, her pace undoubtably lagged.
Thread: On Thin Ice [Dr.Freon x Your Little Project]

The mixture of being bundled up for the day's harsh weather and active enough to produce his own body heat left Kevin more or less immune to the cold for the last hour or so as he prepared for the tutoring session he had planned for darling Sophie. He was just finishing stuffing the leaf blower he had... borrowed... from the groundskeeper's unlocked shed into a backpack that could barely fit it when he saw her trudging her way toward the library. He smiled with a devilish, conniving glee. Sophie had bought it. She'd fallen for the email. And now he had her all to himself. He gave her a wave, hoping she'd spot him. His other hand hid his phone in his pocket. On the screen, a second bogus email was sitting in wait, detailing a backtrack The weather hadn't improved enough for the school's liking, and now afternoon schedules had all been called off again. His thumb tapped the send button. He jogged over to her the best he could in the deep snow, but in a couple dozen seconds, he was close enough to chat. Hey, Sophie! he greeted, winded. This storm is really somethin', huh? I'm guessing you got the second email late too?
Thread: On Thin Ice [Dr.Freon x Your Little Project]

No, Sophie hadnt spyed Kevin off in the distance until she could hear him hastily bounding his way through the snow. Realizing who it was, the girl controlled an urge to roll her eyes and chose to stop walking to face him. Even though the bottom half of her face was concealed, a gentle puff of smoke seeped through the fabric with each exhale. One, two, three... Finally, she made sense of his words. Late... email? Her brows furrowed in confusion. Already freezing, the girl absolutely refused to take her hands out of her pockets. Sh-show me! A shiver ran up her spine during her last demand, her voice wavering despite the solidly expectant look. Anticipating him to show her an email on his phone, she edged closer to him while remaining completely oblivious to the awkwardly large bag on his shoulders. Rather than observe everything around her, she was now caught up in her own thoughts. The cheerleader was already pissed off that she was out in weather like this she could only imagine what kind of recall that was made. Ohmigawd, that staff person was an idiot! Is school still closed? She sounded desperate and this was likely the first time she would have been excited to learn that things were operating normally. The state of the snow compounded by the lack of... anyone else was beginning to make a reasonable prediction simple to deduce. Sophie tugged her scarf away from her face, exposing her pale skin to the elements and Kevin. Her discomfort tugged at the edges of her angered expression.
Thread: On Thin Ice [Dr.Freon x Your Little Project]

Yep, take a look. Kevin had sent the retraction email to her, but also to himself as well as his first, anticipating he might need to corroborate his fabrication. He took out his phone, shuffled to his student email, and presented it to her. He shrugged. Guess they couldn't make up their minds, huh? When she unveiled her face from her scarf, he tensed up a little bit. Her bitchy side was coming out again, this time in full force. At first, it was intimidating to say the least. But after the initial fear subsided, Kevin felt a very personal disgust toward her mean attitude, especially after her soul-crushing little remark yesterday. But it didn't matter. Hopefully after today, he'd be able to instill some manners into her. And yet, a part of him did feel sorry for her. Had these events been genuine and not his own orchestration, she'd still certainly deserve them, but he'd pity her all the same. He shrugged again. Yeah, those morons don't ever plan for anything until it's already biting them in the ass. He looked to the ground, nodding to himself nervously, before mustering the confidence to face her again for one last, hopeless ditch effort. So, uh, since we're both out and about, maybe you'd like to go find a warm cafe to grab a bite at?
Thread: On Thin Ice [Dr.Freon x Your Little Project]

Frustrated, Sophie balled her hands into even tighter fists as she released an agitated sigh. The small cloud swirled for a moment before rising and dissipating. The news only seemed to intensify her rage and she ripped her hands from their pockets in order to begin angrily tapping at her own screen to check her email. Without gloves, the cool air slipped along the edge of her sleeve and up her arms, making the exposure rather uncomfortable. Jesus H. Tap-dancing Christ!! She must have come from an oddly religious Midwestern family to curse in such a way. Realizing the sudden shift in her free time, she switched to her messenger app and began tapping away feverishly. She'd wasted so much time! All the other girls had probably been spending the day together. His attempts to comfort her fell upon deaf ears, the gentle popping sound of her typing ringing between the both of them. However, when Kevin gathered the courage to ask her out a second time, she stopped. A tense silence settled between them. Languidly, her eyes turned his way as she tucked her phone away into her pocket. Yesterday, I said no. What could you have possibly done to make me change that answer since then? Once was flattering, twice was absolutely unbearable. In a huff, she moved to turn and begin drudging back in the direction she came. The only bonus were the tracks to lead her back safely.
Thread: On Thin Ice [Dr.Freon x Your Little Project]

Kevin inhaled an agitated breath, and quickly nodded to himself a few times. Why should he have expected a yes? His mere asking was apparently a huge insult to Little Miss Cheerleader. Okay, okay... he softly said, more to himself than to her as he swung his backpack around one shoulder and withdrew the small leaf blower within. A battery-powered model, it no noise when he activated it with the simple flick of a button as opposed to the tiresome and loud pulling of a gas engine start chord. What could possibly change that answer?! How about this?! he asked, piping up a little louder to get Sophie's attention as he trained the blower's stiff air hose at the snow-packed ground just in front of her. Seriously, what is wrong with you? I offered to help you study, and you acted like I was wasting your time. I ask you out on a simple date, and you act like my very existence offends you. Well, I'm pretty tired of it. You think it makes you the bigger person to give me the cold shoulder? We'll see how quickly you warm up to me when I give the cold shoulder back. Ten, fucking, fold. He began to stomp toward Sophie as he pressed the trigger on the leaf blower. The fan inside his weapon of choice gave a faint buzz as a small, concentrated gust kicked up the snow in front of the pretty cheerleader, sending the white powder crashing toward her like a tsunami.
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Thread: A Young Witch's Lessons {darkest_fate&Zprimal}

Gryffindor was losing. Again. And not by a small margin. Several hundred points separated Gryffindor from the next highest Ravenclaw. Odder still was the current champion Hufflepuff. In all Hermione Granger's years at Hogwarts, she'd never seen Hufflepuff come even close. But there they were, beating even Slytherin rather roundly. The hourglasses did not lie, and Hermione was not the only one who'd beheld them. She could remember seeing the jewels quite well, as she stood outside his office. He was new. They always seemed to get new professors at Hogwarts a few positions were revolving doors. But Hermione had been interested in him regardless of the newness. See, he taught a new course, a unique take on magic. The magical world had started catching up, sprang forward magnificently into what amounted to a Steam age. Thus Hogwarts had managed to snag one of the premier Magical Engineers in existence. Hermione had immediately signed up for the course, and, as per usual, excelled magnificently. She'd even managed to put together a working magical gauntlet, though her wand still worked better for her at the moment. Hermione frowned as she smoothed her uniform skirt down. She'd already been working with him for a while now, earning extra points. Hermione's knack for devices had allowed her to be an assistant. She'd tried device after device, sometimes exhausting herself late into the night. Then she'd risen, her hair a mess who could spend time on that?, often wearing the same clothes as last night, only to find that her fifty points, a large chunk by most standards, had been beaten by a few hundred. So here she was, standing outside the door. Hermione still wore her uniform, of course regulation vest, blouse, Gryffindor tie, cloak, skirt, stockings, everything in its place. Her frizzled hair stuck out at near random directions, and she couldn't quite recall the last time she'd bothered with makeup charms and the like. Still, he didn't care about looks anyway. He wanted results. Hermione knocked. Professor? she called. I'm here for, uh, testing again? she chewed her cheek, trying to think if there was some way she could admit that she thought maybe she should try something that would earn more points? She'd wait for him to start asking, bring it up naturally. Maybe work it into the conversation proper...
Thread: A Young Witch's Lessons {darkest_fate&Zprimal}

RE Professorial Influence over Points darkestfateZprimal As always, the office astounded Hermione. So much technology intermingling with so much magic. The first time she'd entered, she'd been almost too distracted to help .Each gizmo, each whirling bit of magic, fascinated her. Part of her almost wondered if she wouldn't go into this field... perhaps if she wasn't so determined to help people out, to champion others. But for now, as a student, she was definitely interested in this. And there was the professor, already speaking. Oh, of course,' she said. I made sure to do all my work before coming to spend time here. I wouldn't want to get behind, she laughed lightly, chewing her lip a little .Technically that was a lie she'd been burning the midnight oil to stay ahead, as she always did. But she could manage that easily enough.... well, maybe not easily. Of course, she said, studying it. Wool is generally a good conductor of magic, she observed, studying the material for a moment. She shed the outer bits of her uniform, before reaching down to pull her own vest off and over her head. This still left her with her blouse, after all, so it wasn't as if she were doing anything scandalous. She slid the vest over her chest, and she felt it adjusting almost immediately. Oh, she said, feeling it contort. This is, um, very clingy, professor, she said, flushing as she realized that it seemed to be conforming quite nicely to her girlish figure. Ah, is it supposed to be--doing this? she asked, gesturing. Then she waited while it kept going, pinching slightly now. Strangely, it felt like something particularly pulled tight at her breasts. Maybe the slope of her body? Oh, and I wanted to discuss possibly increasing the point total earned? Maybe there's some--this is rather tight, she stopped, pulling slightly at the vest. It reacted strongly, sucking in and starting to almost hum over her chest. She was fairly certain it wasn't supposed to do that, at any rate.
Thread: A Young Witch's Lessons {darkest_fate&Zprimal}

RE Professorial Influence over Points darkestfateZprimal Yes. That is supposed to happen, its supposed to keep all the coats and robes, that those Aurors wear down, so that their profile is smaller. Smaller profile, less things to hit. Gawain observed as the cotton contracted over the young female's form. Well, as well as it could for cotton. Is it painful or hard to breathe? He asked, picking up a flask of chocolate beverage and returning to examine how it fitted to her. From here he could see the valley of her breasts as well as her clavicle and flat belly quite clearly. Perhaps it was not such a good idea to ask a female student to help here. His gaze lingered on her for a second longer, but then again here he was. Increasing the amount of points earned, hm? He examined her as she complained about its tighteness, but from the way she pulled it, he could see there was some elasticity in the vest. He stepped before her as she tugged on the vest, You know as a professor, I should not be doing too much of this. The reason why I allowed for you to work as my assistant was because it was appropriate. But I don't see other ways you could get points which either of us can explain in a legitimate manner. Although when it comes to illegitimate, we do have some options. His fingers pinched the hem of the vest, pulling it down so that the fabric smoothed over her form before tightening further. You should still be breathing fine. Alright, how about this. Talk with me for a bit, for another ten points. I also need to know how you are doing as a student. This was pushing it as far as he dared to now, but it was the first step. Is there anything going on recently that draws your interest? Or perhaps a subject you have difficulty on? He doubted the latter, she was a smart girl, and should have no issues here. The vest clung to her. By now it had reached what it detected as the size of the wearer. Constant detection meat that the vest would constantly contract with minuscule, undetectable amounts of force. However, rushing and a slight miscalculation resultedin these contractions in the softer spots of the body being much more noticeable for Hermione.
Thread: A Young Witch's Lessons {darkest_fate&Zprimal}

RE Professorial Influence over Points darkestfateZprimal Okay, so it was supposed to happen. and his reasoning did make sense, though it was growing increasingly clear to Hermione that the calibration was slightly off. It kept contorting tighter and tighter, outlining her frame all the more with each passing second. Which begged the very question Professor Gawain asked. Um, not really? she admitted. It's rather uncomfortable... she trailed off, not sure how to quite explain that she wasn't sure it was really suited for female usage. The way it kept trying to seize up, press against her breasts, made her seriously wonder. Thoughts which went to the side as they talked about more points. She brightened at his consideration, dimmed as he spoke of appropriateness, flushed as he went to inappropriate. A tug, then the fabric tightened. The outline of Hermione's smallish breasts were quite evident now, and she flushed at the nearly pornographic sight. I'm breathing fine, yes, she admitted, reaching up to brush back some hair as she did. Talk with him? For ten points? That didn't seem... too bad. I'm doing as well as ever, she replied, laughing a little. I was just debating between working in something in this field and potentially going into some sort of advocacy. I'm sure you've heard of my work with S.P.E.W. We've seen some growth lately, and I'm really-- she paused as the vest started to shift. IT felt... it felt like it was trying to contort to every inch of her. Obviously to form fit, but when there were certain bits of a female that were slightly bumpier than others. Well, the end result was a vest that was essentially gently massaging Hermione's nipples. Professor, it's growing rather snug in certain, ah, private areas? she tried, flushing. She extended her arms, trying to gesture, but the vest apparently took that to mean adjust again . Maybe you should have some sort of spacial detection on it? so it can properly calculate the amount of--of space instead of just contorting-- Hermione glanced down, realizing that her nipples were starting to poke against the constraining fabric, 'contorting down.
Thread: A Young Witch's Lessons {darkest_fate&Zprimal}

RE Professorial Influence over Points darkestfateZprimal Okay, I see the issue here. It needs to reduce huw much it tries to adjust itself after the initial period. Gawain noted these down on a checkboard. A good minute had passed since she wore the vest now, I suppose you should try removing it without assistance. Yes, he could very well tell that the vest was indeed contorting downward but the cotton should have enough flexibility for her to pull both her arms out and free herself. Otherwise, we'd need to cut it open if I can't be useful in helping you. That is something I rather avoid. This of course was not really true. All this would do is further destabilize the adjustment glyphs set into the vest which caused it to tense and relax, essentially adding vibrations into its contracting movements over her breasts, not quite visible, but it was enough to stimulate through her blouse. In the meantime, he noted how red her face had gone and also found that he was enjoying it as the teen squirmed in the malfunctioning magical vest which were clearly, based on how she tensed up, kneading her breasts by this point. Anyway, you seem to be very busy. Are you sure you have enough time? As a previous student here, that sounds like an feat to engage in activism, research for a professor and do your homework in the given time. It would seem that this girl was probably burning midnight oil to get things done, which should not be a common occurance in Hogwarts. While it is good to have an aide for research it won't do if you are unable to cope. Perhaps it is better for us to look into other ways of earning points. I'd like to remind you that all of this is solely for your benefit, your house's benefit. So you are free to walk away if you feel the need to. He was of course familiar with the other favours that drove Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses above the two favorites. Sexual favours, mostly from the fifth to seventh year girls in their respective houses, he did not discriminate when it came to those who provided favours. Usually resulting in them missing the part of their following lessons. He was not the only one, there were other professors who benefited from their unique dealings. Some even spent the night in the staff quarters. Now that he thought of it, it was interesting for a society which was stuck in medieval status for some time. It would not be a bad thing to have a Griffindor girl, a top student no less, in his bed.
Thread: A Young Witch's Lessons {darkest_fate&Zprimal}

RE Professorial Influence over Points darkestfateZprimal Oh yes, just a simple issue. Hermione was at least glad to have helped with that but, well, the vest wasn't stopping contorting against her chest. It seemed to be subtly shifting, and she was at least thankful she had a shirt on to help cover some. Even then, she was fairly certain certain things were on display. She reached down to try and loosen it, to remove it on her own. And of course it contorted tighter. It actually felt like it purposefully massaged her chest, though Hermione knew it had contorted throughout her entire abdomen. Compression locked into her breasts, squeezed, pulled. It drew a breath from her and she froze for a moment, squirming soon after. Before she could ask, however, Professor Gawain picked up the earlier conversation. Oh, I can do it all, really! she insisted, her voice slightly strained thanks to the vest. I'm rather well known for taking on more than most could handle. It's something of a specialty of mine, she let out a light laugh, only slightly pained due to her still contorting vest. She shifted again. Though, ah, that is, I wouldn't mind potentially discussing ways of-- Hermione paused, mostly because her efforts at tugging it free had all but driven the air out of her. She pursed her lips. Professor, I know you said it would require cutting off, but couldn't you just cause the glyphs to malfunction? That should get it to relax enough to remove the vest, or even disable the enchantment entirely, again, Hermione was a very smart girl. She just didn't think about what destabilizing the glyphs would likely mean for her poor breasts is all.