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Chapter 11: If you have Questions. . .
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Laurence grumbled all the way to the Honor Commons for History of Heroism.
“You wait until I’m recovered! Orion will find himself in my hand in a second!” He warned Cheshire, who was absorbed in a exasperated dispute with Orion over the importance of self-dignity and why one should not be held upside down, who didn’t hear a thing.
History of Heroism was taught by. . .
“A swan?” Mason stammered. Laurence swallowed. Maybe he was having hallucinations? After all, he now believed in his ‘illness.’ He gawked stupidly at the swan – the swan that looked, but didn’t seem even slightly like one! As soon as Mason uttered these words, the swan –at a snails pace- morphed into a noble, seductive, ghostly figure. His shining sapphire eyes slowly faded, then lightened to a brilliant amber-hazel that twinkled in the gentle morning sunlight. His body slimmed and shot up, a gentleman wearing a shamrock suit with a narrow emerald tie and sleek black shoes.
“Professor Sader?” Laurence oogled at the seer, who had played a magnificent part in his mother and aunt’s story. For the first time at the School for Good, a bubble of hope swelled, as Laurence gazed at the seer. Would he help Laurence with his story?
Professor Sader smiled queerly at his students. Gripping a lecturn, he squinted at a scroll of parchment, much to Laurence’s surprise. Why? His parents had said Sader was blind! The strange gentleman flicked back a curl of pearly, silver hair.
“Roll call!” He called in a captivating baritone. “Aron!”
“Once more, Aron.”
“I’m right here.” Aron assured.
“Thank you Lana! Laurence.”
“Not going anywhere! I’m still here. Yes, again!”
“A little clearer Laurence!”
“Right here.” Laurence snapped. “God knows how long this will take!”
At that point, Professor Sader smiled infuriatingly at him, and pursued the undying task of the roll call. “Let’s begin. Shall we?”
What a lunatic! Laurence thought. Why am I even here? To learn? Why do we have a ‘shall we?’
He turned to see Sader, his gaze fixed firmly on Laurence, smiling the smile that made Laurence burn.
“As the School for Evil have their lesson with me at the same time, I will alternate, and former students with be responsible for your challenges. Please give them an equal amount of respect.”
As the professor plunged into the history of the School as if it was the most interesting topic Ever, and Laurence knew that it was time to turn a blind eye, and he daydreamed peacefully, making valiant efforts to stay awake. But the subtle path that Laurence strayed, to the devious world of slumber, clasped him in enticing fingers, he relented, then Laurence drifted off. . .
“Let’s try again, shall we Laurence?” Laurence started awake to see those luminous hazel eyes beaming at him. He smiled back tightly, then trembled and broke out in a sweat. Grudgingly, he met the professors stare and gaped enquiringly at him.
“I asked you a question!” Sader floated in a ghost form over to Laurence. He repeated his question with unbearable patience. “Name the seventh princess who used the rule: the Good Help, to win her prince.”
Laurence stifled a yawn. “Princess Coralie. She helped her Nemesis out of the kindness of her heart, and her prince admired her for it.” Professor Sader nodded approvingly.
“Correct. Now, Dora!” Sader flashed a droll smile to an Evergirl with wavy auburn locks and a sweet, dimpled smile playing across crimson lips. Her eyes were the same hazel shade as Sader’s.
“Name a fairytale where a Triangle of Love was formed.” Dora bit her lip, then smiled.
“The Tale of Sophie and Agatha. Sophie was at the point of the triangle, and Agatha and Tedros at the edges.” She brushed a silky crown of amber tresses aside to reveal lush, olive skin.
“Right!” Sader whirled to smile at Laurence. “Your fairytale! I see a rather interesting twist.” Laurence’s stomach churned. Did the seer see what was coming? Could he help Laurence out of this mess?
“What will happen?” Laurence implored. “I must know!”
The professor smiled placidly, and he contemplated the students. His eyes cut short as they reached Julie, and they narrowed, as if deliberating. Laurence clung attentively onto the professors next words.
“The final spell was made from priceless moondust. . .” Laurence eyed his teacher suspiciously, then gave a despairing wail, as he remembered what Mother had said: “He doesn’t answer questions!”
“But if you do have questions. . .” Laurence spun around. Sader’s gaze was locked on him. “Answers will be in your text, ‘A Student’s History of the Woods,’ or in my other dictated books, accessible in the Library of Virtue.”
Lacking any focus whatsoever, Laurence was taken aback to see a glowing 8 swing, then catapult itself into his head. He had expected a 15, at the very least! He soberly waited the lesson out, and as soon as the wolves howled class was over, Laurence released an anguished howl – very much resembling the wolves – and sped from the room.
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