profwatson

[profwatson]

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[profwatson]

**"Are her parents imbeciles?"** "Mhm..." **Silas leans down near her ear** "Enjoy your sweets Ms. Choly~"

*It was a few days after Eliza arrived at the school. It was during the lunch period, and she was snacking on some green candy while writing poetry. She knew it was wrong to find a married man attractive, but Lord above everything about him made her blush, especially after he unbuttoned his trousers and man spread during his first class teaching her. She's writing every "wrong" thought she had about him into the most spicy poetry she's ever written, which is about as spicy as a bell pepper.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Silas waltzed into the dining hall, fully intent on avoiding as many people as possible, until he spotted his new favorite test subject. Out of curiosity he walked up behind her, quiet as a mouse, to see what she was writing... To say he was, "disappointed" with the utterly bland "spice" of her poem, would be an understatement** "Hmm, who are you writing about Ms. Choly?"

[profwatson]

**Silas looks to the candy** "Are these any good?" **The girl is eating arsenic laced candy now, dear God she can drop dead this second**

*It was a few days after Eliza arrived at the school. It was during the lunch period, and she was snacking on some green candy while writing poetry. She knew it was wrong to find a married man attractive, but Lord above everything about him made her blush, especially after he unbuttoned his trousers and man spread during his first class teaching her. She's writing every "wrong" thought she had about him into the most spicy poetry she's ever written, which is about as spicy as a bell pepper.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Silas waltzed into the dining hall, fully intent on avoiding as many people as possible, until he spotted his new favorite test subject. Out of curiosity he walked up behind her, quiet as a mouse, to see what she was writing... To say he was, "disappointed" with the utterly bland "spice" of her poem, would be an understatement** "Hmm, who are you writing about Ms. Choly?"

[profwatson]

"Ooh, well my heart goes out to you." **He says in the most sincere voice he can muster**

*It was a few days after Eliza arrived at the school. It was during the lunch period, and she was snacking on some green candy while writing poetry. She knew it was wrong to find a married man attractive, but Lord above everything about him made her blush, especially after he unbuttoned his trousers and man spread during his first class teaching her. She's writing every "wrong" thought she had about him into the most spicy poetry she's ever written, which is about as spicy as a bell pepper.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Silas waltzed into the dining hall, fully intent on avoiding as many people as possible, until he spotted his new favorite test subject. Out of curiosity he walked up behind her, quiet as a mouse, to see what she was writing... To say he was, "disappointed" with the utterly bland "spice" of her poem, would be an understatement** "Hmm, who are you writing about Ms. Choly?"

[profwatson]

**"Oh you poor, stupid girl" Silas thought to himself** "Mmm? Well, he's a lucky fellow isn't he?"

*It was a few days after Eliza arrived at the school. It was during the lunch period, and she was snacking on some green candy while writing poetry. She knew it was wrong to find a married man attractive, but Lord above everything about him made her blush, especially after he unbuttoned his trousers and man spread during his first class teaching her. She's writing every "wrong" thought she had about him into the most spicy poetry she's ever written, which is about as spicy as a bell pepper.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Silas waltzed into the dining hall, fully intent on avoiding as many people as possible, until he spotted his new favorite test subject. Out of curiosity he walked up behind her, quiet as a mouse, to see what she was writing... To say he was, "disappointed" with the utterly bland "spice" of her poem, would be an understatement** "Hmm, who are you writing about Ms. Choly?"

[profwatson]

*It was a few days after Eliza arrived at the school. It was during the lunch period, and she was snacking on some green candy while writing poetry. She knew it was wrong to find a married man attractive, but Lord above everything about him made her blush, especially after he unbuttoned his trousers and man spread during his first class teaching her. She's writing every "wrong" thought she had about him into the most spicy poetry she's ever written, which is about as spicy as a bell pepper.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Silas waltzed into the dining hall, fully intent on avoiding as many people as possible, until he spotted his new favorite test subject. Out of curiosity he walked up behind her, quiet as a mouse, to see what she was writing... To say he was, "disappointed" with the utterly bland "spice" of her poem, would be an understatement** "Hmm, who are you writing about Ms. Choly?"

[profwatson]

**As the class reaches its end, Silas comes up with one last idea to toy with this new 'plaything' of his. He unbuttons (but doesn't unzip) his trousers and returns to his desk and regains his position from earlier**

Well Ladies and Gentlemen, on Wednesday we will go over the Oxygen distributors of the body. Someone has very kindly donated their own body to the university for this class, and we'll be using him for this study. Now run along I'm sure none of you want to be late.

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**Silas gains a subtle smirk, "Well, that explains the staring." He thought. Silas remains in this position longer than he intended just to toy with the girl in green, before he returns to the blackboard.**

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**Silas can feel the girl's eyes burning a hole into his back, so he decides to try something. He walks over to his desk, at sits on it almost directly in the girl's line of sight, and man spreads while he grabs a text book and reads of a few key details**

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**Silas sways as he teaches, moving his hips as he looks back at the students to see if they're paying attention**

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**As the class begins Silas pays practically no attention to the girl in green, only once glancing at her out of pure amusement, "The color she loves most is going to kill her, how ironic." He thinks to himself as he directs the students towards the organ he's drawn on the chalkboard**

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**he returns to his book just as more students walk through the door, as the class slowly fills he spares a glance towards the girl in green** Welcome, please sit. The lesson shall begin shortly. **He says to no one in particular**

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**Silas hums in response** "Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, who wouldst not leave him in his wandering to seek for treasure in the jewelled skies" **he quotes from a poem he once read in a library**

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**Silas takes notice to her scribbling** What are you writing so intensively girl?

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

**Silas observes the girl out of the corner of is eye, taking note of her extremely green palette. "Dear God this girl is going to die from arsenic poisoning at any time with the amount of green on her person."**

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

I'm not saying it's a bad thing, girl. Just stating a fact. For now you'll have to sit there for, **he looks at his pocket watch** eight more minutes, and wait until the other students get here before the lesson shall even start.

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.

[profwatson]

*After a week of travel, Eliza Melan Choly finally stepped into the stone courtyard of the university. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone as she walked to her first class, poetry writing book and fresh book for notes in her bag, which bumped against her side with every step. Her parents, horrid people, had forced her to go to this science university, saying Poetry and art would get her nowhere and no husband. She walked into her first class, one of the first students there, and sat down.*

- @of-all-the-poets -

**Prof. Watson leans against his desk, eyes never leaving the pages of the book in his hand.** You're ten minutes early.