#professor wethersfield

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[edwardsparkleblood]

No Arthur Wethersfield sticker???? Come on KI 😭😭😭😭

[sevenheven7011]

New mystery guys!

Lincoln says he can't recall the last time someone graduated from ravenwood which is concerning

But we know people have graduated before thanks to rollcall showing us that falmea wethersfield and balstrom all did

So here's the question how long has it been since people from ravenwood has graduated

Was Lincoln there for any of the three professors' graduations making this a long running problem or is the lack of graduates a newer issue

[polaris101]

My Wizard101 Pride Month Headcanons: pt. 1 (the professors)

Dalia Falmea - she/they, lesbian

Lydia Greyrose - she/her, straight (ally ✊🏻)

Halston Balestrom - he/him, gay trans (ftm)

Cyrus Drake - he/they, asexual gay

Moolinda Wu - she/her, lesbian

Sylvia Drake - she/her, trans (mtf) bisexual

Malorn Ashthorn - any prns, non binary bisexual

Malistaire Drake - he/him, trans (ftm) bisexual

Dworgyn - no pronouns, pansexual.

Arthur Wethersfield - he/they, gay

Alhazred - no pronouns, probably queer? (i sadly can only post 10 pictures on mobile 😔💔)

[artificialmask]

Grace Sunseer, my Balance Wizard (Currently level 57 and done with arc 1). And now a brief list of headcanons I made of them while playing ♠ Pronouns: They/Them ♠ Is Aro/Ace. ♠ Has more of a serious personality. ♠ Back on earth they wanted to be a private detective. ♠ Was writing down every crime Malistaire committed and then read him his entire list of crimes before "Bringing him to justice". Some of these were not technically against the law, but Grace felt they should be. Like that one wraith in dragonspyre. You know the one. ♠ Acts less like an lawman and more like a vigilante ♠ Despite their more serious nature, they did modify their wand to look more like a certain magical girl who hunted down rampaging spell cards' wand ♠ Their casting style is focused, and precise, but their magic tends to give it a more dramatic flare to balance it out. ♠ Did not learn how to decline quests and so ended up completing EVERY little side quest they came across. ♠ Favorite spells are Judgment and Power Nova. ♠ Likes: Relaxing under Grandfather Bartleby next to Professor Wethersfield, Helping people, Reading History, A good mystery, A challenge/puzzle, ♠ Dislikes: Strict adherence to the law regardless of circumstances, Corrupt authority, Marleybone in general, Especially that museum, Fighting street gangs was fun, but it still annoying when Grace could've just taken the book somewhere safer and THEN dealt with the O'Leary Gang, The Cold, Ravens, except for grandmother raven(for now),

[setauketloyalties]

Certainly, Dorothy Van Laar should have imagined that the Revolution would have changed her life. With a number of her brothers serving as Royal officers in the British Army and all of her sisters marrying into English nobility, she should have known that the question of American independence from England’s mother stem would greatly impact her. However, on her aunt and uncle’s farm in New Haven, she had thought that the “Revolution” would never come to her doorstep. She was convinced that powerful men behind heavy closed doors would make all of the decisions. Certainly, she did not think that her aged uncle would be considering joining Rebel forces. Nor did she imagine that her parents would be attempting to force her to come home.

For the past four years, Dorothy had lived away from her parents in York City. Her parents had been vexed and exhausted by their youngest child, a girl who seemed to derive more pleasure from banging the keys on the piano and playing pranks on her sisters’ suitors than in sitting quietly while mending socks. Dorothy talked frequently, and rather loudly, about the books she stole from her brothers and father and the growing ire of the colonies at the Crown. Plus, she seemed to be uninterested in things like dancing or embroidering. However, despite her parents’ attempts to correct her (and great attempts were certainly made), she seemed to be incapable of change.

At the end of their ropes, the Van Laars finally sent her to live with her uncle Asher in Connecticut. Asher Neethling, the brother of her mother, had always been considered rather odd by his family. Having decided to turn away from his family’s wealth and status as a “knickerbocker” family in York City, he had found comfort in learning. After receiving his ordination, he had married the daughter of a professor at Yale, then becoming a professor himself after his father-in-law’s retirement. At Yale, he enjoyed losing himself in books and being able to maintain a small farm with his wife. Asher seemed to be the only person Dorothy truly listened to or respected.

Soon after arriving in New Haven, Dorothy found that the change in pace suited her. She enjoyed working outside, mostly alongside her aunt, and caring for Asher and Caroline’s various animals. Soon after her arrival, she had begun to train the foal of one of her uncle’s most prized horses. Plus, her aunt and uncle seemed to enjoy her intellectual curiosity. Often, her aunt and uncle hosted various students of her uncle’s. A young man who was seemingly a fixture at the Neethling’s home was named Benjamin Tallmadge. Soon, Dorothy began to harbor a small crush on the man. He was smart and kind, his stories of his friends from his home in Setauket were charming to her. After he had graduated and moved to Wethersfield, he still maintained close contact with the family.

By the summer of 1776, it was certain that the colonies were involved in a war. Benjamin, done up in a gorgeous uniform of blue and gold, had briefly visited Asher. Though they had spoken in the parlor when Dorothy was supposed to be attending to her chores, she had been able to eavesdrop on the two. The young Tallmadge urged her uncle to join the war effort in any way he could, an idea that seemingly consumed Asher in the coming months. Increasingly, he became interested in enlisting in the Army. Certainly, the idea terrified Dorothy.

One evening, after Asher had received a concerning letter from a friend whose fields had been burned by British soldiers, the old man declared his intentions to join up by week’s end. This had followed a series of letters from her parents requesting that Asher sent the eighteen-year-old girl home, the two seemingly worried about Asher’s “Revolutionary” influence on her. That night, Dorothy was unable to sleep. She had been considering helping the war effort in her own way. Certainly, she wanted to do something more than knit socks. Silently, she took some of her uncle’s old clothes and his rifle, quietly changing and pulling his too-big boots on her feet. Before she slipped out of the house, she cut her long copper hair to hang around her shoulders. Then, she lead her horse, who had grown strong, away from the house.

After some days, she finally was able to enlist. When her training, abbreviated due to the war, was done, she was miraculously granted a position within the dragoons. Though, her excitement at being able to conceal her identity was deflated when she was told she would be under Captain Tallmadge. After arriving in camp, she was anxious about meeting Benjamin once again. Would see through her disguise, her claims to be a David Neethling from a small town near New Haven? What if he did catch her? Would she be thrown out of the Army?

After some days of flying under the radar, she was finally called to meet her commander. Standing outside of his tent, hair concealed mostly by a shining brass helmet, she could not help but worry. A sickly feeling made her throat feel hot and she was certain she would soon faint.

@honorhearted

[deckofflora]

How do the Ravenwood professors get their nic-fix?

Malistaire:

Nicorette 4mg fruit chill flavor gum (switched from cigarettes to help Sylvia quit smoking)

Dworgyn:

unfinished cigarettes butts found on the ground

Halston Balestrom:

uno-brand bull energy 5mg e-juice in a novo-X purple hexagon pattern battery

Dalia Falmea:

old mango pod refilled with edge-brand cherry mint ice 5mg e-juice

Sylvia Drake:

Nicoderm 21mg patches (can’t smoke because she takes her hormones sublingually)

Moolinda Wu:

smokey mountain brand herbal wintergreen chewing tobacco (healthier because it’s plant based)

Cyrus Drake:

strawberry yogurt uno mas disposable

Arthur Wethersfield:

he’s a dog :(

Alhazred:

lost-mary brand cherry cola disposable (listened to Lana Del Ray ONCE)

Lydia Greyrose:

ravenwood’s #1 nic-fiend, never buys her own, but will hit off of anyone else’s vape if given the chance

Merle Ambrose:

grows his own tobacco and packs his own zig zag brand cones

[amberlynnmurdock]

New Love, New Haven

Chapter Fourteen: The First Time

Pairing: Benjamin Tallmadge x Original Female Character

Summary: Upon realizing Ben's letter never got to Sadie, he pays her a visit before Thanksgiving break.

A/N: WOW it's been too long since I've updated this fic! I love writing this fic so much, I haven't forgotten it <3 next chapter will have a huge time jump! Thank you for reading!! <3

WARNINGS: 18+ content, smut, losing virginity, eating out

Wethersfield 1773 

Ben sat patiently at the large wooden desk in his classroom, waiting for his students to arrive. Sometimes a student or two came early but most of the time they walked in late. Ben wasn’t hard on them—he remembers very fondly arriving late to class with Nathan and feeling the glares from his professors. He didn’t want his students to feel the way he did. He wanted them to feel welcomed. He didn’t want them to feel defined by tardiness. And he especially didn’t want to rush any of his lessons.

It was a brisk fall day. Leaves were starting to fall. Today was the last day of the semester, and next week he’d be leaving for Thanksgiving. He organized today’s assignment and wrote on the chalkboard. Friday, November 19th, 1773. Today’s lesson: Latin. As Ben finished writing on the board, he smiled to himself. Latin. A memory flashed in his mind: the very first night he met Sadie and she spoke Latin to him: nemo saltat sobrius. He chuckled softly, played with the piece of chalk in his hand. He missed her. 

And upon realization, Ben’s gaze fell—it had been a while since he heard from Sadie. Concern settled over him, until the door to his classroom opened abruptly, and in came one of his students, named Joel. 

“Good morning, Mr. Joel. How are we today?” Ben clapped his hands together and looked at the young boy. Joel straightened in his chair and brought out a book from his bag. 

“Ready for today’s lesson, Mistah Tallmadge,” Joel’s high-pitched voice spoke. He placed his hands on top of his book. 

“Very well,” Ben smiled, holding his hands behind his back. More students trickled in, each finding their respective seats. Ben waited as each of them settled down and brought their books out. Each desk was lined with a pot of ink and a quill. When everyone was finally settled, Ben cleared his throat. 

“How many of you are familiar with the Latin language?” Ben proposed to the class, hands behind his back. He paced back and forth slowly, waiting for a lucky duck to raise his hand. 

A small boy in the back of the classroom raised his hand. It was Charles. He had tousled brown hair and freckles on his cheeks. 

“Yes, Charles,” Ben encouraged him as he walked down the aisle to Charles’ desk. Charles cleared his throat and sat up more straight in his chair.

“Isn’t it a dead language, Mistah Tallmadge?” Charles asked. 

“It is, but it’s not dead if we bring it to life by speaking it!” Ben exclaimed, looking at the other young men in the class. “It’s quite a beautiful language if you take the time to study it.”

“Is it goin’ to be hard, Mistah Tallmadge?” Another boy asked, named Daniel. 

“No,” Ben smiled as he made his way back to the front of the class. “Not if you take your notes and pay attention.” 

Some boys dipped their quills in the ink, while others groaned in despair. Ben laughed at the mixed reactions. It wasn’t easy teaching young boys but it sure was worth it. He made sure by the end of each lesson everyone understood what was taught and left with a better attitude than when they came into class. 

Of course, his lesson plan today reminded him of Sadie. When he recited the verb forms and wrote them on the chalkboard, it was hard to ignore the pull on his heart. Another moment of realization slowly dawned on Ben at that moment—when was the last time he received a letter from Sadie? Well, he couldn’t ponder on that too long right now. He’d have to wait until the end of the day. 

“Amo, amat, amos,” Ben recited aloud. The boys repeated after him in tandem. And despite carrying on with the lesson, he was anxious to get home and check the post. 

When class ended, Ben wished them all a wonderful holiday. Normally, he’d stay and talk to them before closing up for the day, but even they were in a rush to enjoy the break. Ben quickly packed up his things and headed home. 

☆☆☆☆

He walked home after school ended. Satchel on his shoulder, tricorn on his head. He tipped his hat whenever he passed by a local town person to greet them. Horses trodded by him in their carriages. With each step, a sinking feeling grew deeper in Ben’s chest. 

When he arrived at his small abode, he checked the post box immediately. 

Nothing. 

Ben furrowed his brows at the empty box and shut it. How much time had passed since his last letter? About a couple of weeks? 

Entering his home, Ben locked the door and placed his brown leather satchel on a chair. He threw his tricorn on his bed and ran his hand through his golden brown hair, exasperated. His mind was racing—was Sadie okay? Did something happen in New Haven? Surely, he'd hear about it if it had to do with any redcoats. 

To distract himself from his worry, Ben started a fire in his fireplace to warm his home a little. The closer it got to the end of November, the colder it was getting. At least, that meant he could go on holiday and visit Sadie, before trekking up to Setauket. It would be a short visit in New Haven, but a necessary one. 

Ben sat in front of the fireplace for a few more moments, staring at the yellow and orange flames as they warmed his face. It was moments like this when he realized how alone and far away he was from everyone he loved. 

Perhaps instead of worrying, he could get a head start on grading papers. Yes, he’ll do that, he thought. He lit a candle and placed it on his desk. He reached into his satchel and brought out all the papers stuffed inside. Ben spread them out. He flipped through the pages and organized them by subject. And then, something fell into his lap.

“Hm?” Ben hummed aloud. 

Oh, dear. 

It was a thick envelope, with a red wax seal. This was the last letter he was supposed to send to Sadie! 

Ben pushed himself out of his chair and ran outside. It was nearly evening—there wouldn’t be anyone to collect the mail until tomorrow morning. Then Ben clutched the letter to his chest in realization: on Saturdays, Wethersfield didn’t collect mail. He’d have to go into town and physically drop it in the general store for it to be mailed out on Monday. Even more of a delay! Christ, Tallmadge. No wonder you haven’t heard from Sadie! 

But why wait for the postage when Ben could just head back to New Haven now, instead of waiting until Monday?It didn’t take him long to finalize his decision. He’d be on his way to New Haven at the crack of dawn and deliver his letter to Sadie himself. 

☆☆☆☆

Sunday

Sadie walked down the cobblestone path, basket in her arm. It was finally cold enough for her to bring out her favorite velvet cloak. She threw the hood over her head and continued to walk down the road, smiling at anyone who walked by: a mother and her child, an old man waiting for a customer in front of his steps, two young boys running around, wreaking havoc. Many faces passed her by, and none of them were who she wanted to see. 

Her first stop was the market. She needed to stock up on apples and cheese for the bar guests—and then some for her to sneak for herself. The bell chimed in the doorway and she was greeted by Mack, the old man who ran the shop.

“Hello, Sadies,” Mack greeted. He always added an “s” at the end of her name. He trotted from behind the counter and leaned on his elbow. “How’s your father?” 

“He’s good, Mack,” Sadie smiled, taking the cloth off her basket. “Says you’re due for a pint of ale.”

Mack laughed, “I don’t drink like I used to.” 

“He can do a soft pour,” Sadie chided. 

“Maybe sometime this week.” He said this every time but never came by. Sadie smiled warmly at the older man. 

“I’m here for—“

“Apples and cheese, I know, I’ve got it ready,” Mack held a finger up in the air as he spoke and rounded the corner again, bringing a fresh basket from behind the counter. Sadie carefully picked the apples with the cloth from her basket. Mack had the cheese already wrapped. 

“Thank you very much, Mack,” Sadie smiled. 

“Where are you off to next?” 

A pang hit Sadie’s heart. “The tavern I suppose. I’ve got to do some cleaning before the holiday week.” 

“Your brother will be back this week, right?” Mack inquired. At the mention of Nathan, Sadie’s chest suddenly felt lighter. 

“Yes,” Sadie smiled, “of course.” 

“When?”

“Monday,” Sadie answered, “he’ll be home for a week. After that, a shorter term begins and he won’t be home until the long break again.” 

“Ahh,” Mack said, “busy boy he is. I’m sure he’s loving being a teacher.” 

“He definitely is,” Sadie smiled. She couldn’t wait to hear his stories when he came back. She knew of some of his experience from his letters, but knowing Nathan, he loved to save the details for in person. 

After Sadie gave Mack a few coins for the food she picked up, she was on her way back to the tavern. Hood over her head, she walked slowly down the path, counting her steps. She heard the normal hustle of the town around her, but Sadie paid no mind to it. She focused her gaze on the cobblestone, wishing this sinking feeling would just go away already. The lack of communication between her and Ben was taking a toll on her, and she wondered if he received her most recent letter, the one in which she told him about her plans for the Spring with Genny. 

Sadie pushed her hood off her head when she approached the tavern. It was a sunny morning—very bright for a rather autumnal Sunday in November. When the sun warmed Sadie’s face, she squinted her eyes at the brightness and nearly missed the figure that stood at the corner of the Tavern with a familiar-looking horse. 

She nearly dropped her basket on the cold hard ground when she realized who was waiting at the corner. 

Benjamin.

“Oh my,” Sadie whispered, her heart in her throat, “B-Ben—what—“ All the words she wanted to say left her at that moment as Ben, it really was him, finished tying his horse, Willow, to the pillar and made his way to Sadie. 

And perhaps it was a bit forward, or inappropriate, but Ben didn’t care—he stalked his way over to Sadie and placed his hands on either side of her face, and slowly leaned down to give Sadie the longest and warmest kiss he could. He shut his eyes tight as his lips began to remember the feeling of hers on his, a comforting, familiar feeling that he’d been so deprived of. Sadie reached up to touch his face and deepened the kiss, running her fingers over his skin, as if the movement said Is it really you, here? This is real? 

When Ben pulled back, he was breathing hard, but he locked his blue eyes with Sadie’s warm ones. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Sadie, I’m so sorry.” 

“I thought you forgot about me,” Sadie smiled, despite herself. She blinked away tears and Ben looked at her as if she just accused him of a terrible crime.

“Forget about you? Sadie, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left this town,” Ben now was holding both of Sadie’s hands, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. “I’m a bloody idiot and mixed the letter I wrote for you weeks ago with my students’ papers.”

“Oh,” Sadie said, her worries washing away instantly. “Oh, Ben, I can’t believe I jumped to conclusions so quickly,” Sadie closed her eyes and scrunched her brows in frustration, thinking of how sad she was when she didn’t receive any letters from Ben.

“It’s okay,” Ben hushed and kissed her forehead. “When I saw I still had my letter, I knew I had to get it to you sooner than later. I left Wethersfield yesterday morning.”

“How long will you be in New Haven for?” 

“Just tonight, I’m afraid,” Ben smiled sadly, “I have to go back to Setauket for Thanksgiving.”

“Right,” Sadie nodded, “of course. Well, I’m so happy you’re here now, Ben. It’s been so long.”

“I know, my Sadie,” Ben whispered and pulled Sadie in for another embrace. When he pulled back, he met Sadie’s eyes with concern. “I was hoping you’d be able to have me tonight.”

“Of course,” she said without a second thought. “Come to the back door, at night. Like old times.”

Ben smiled and wiped a tear from Sadie’s cheek. “I’ll be there.”

☆☆☆☆

All day, Sadie anticipated the tavern to close early so she could prepare to see Ben tonight. Even though people knew of their relationship, it was still funny they had to sneak around to see each other.

Sadie looked at herself in her small mirror in her room. She took down her hair from her bun and let it fall to one side. Her white shift dress was buttoned to the top, but Sadie decided to undo a few of the buttons so some more skin peeked through. When she heard tiny pebbles hit her window, Sadie knew Ben arrived. 

After sneaking him in from the back door and quietly tip-toeing up the stairs, so as to not wake Richard, Ben was finally in Sadie’s room again. She shut the door quietly and locked it. When she turned around, Ben had his arms open for her. She squealed softly and walked into his strong arms. He wrapped them around her frame, picked her up, and squeezed her before gently putting her down again. Ben buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in her sweet scent. 

“Christ, I’ve missed you,” Ben breathed. “So much, Sadie.”

“I missed you more,” Sadie smiled.

“Impossible.”

She took his hand and gestured for him to sit on her bed. Sadie didn’t even know what to say, but the look on Ben’s face told her he had something to say first. He smiled, a bit embarrassingly, and felt for something in his pocket. When he pulled out an envelope with a red waxed seal, Sadie looked confused. 

“This is the letter that got mixed up in my papers. You should have received it if not for my misplacement,” Ben put the crinkled letter in Sadie’s palm. 

“Do you want me to read it?” Sadie asked, already tearing open the wax seal. Ben laughed, nodded his head to gently urge her. 

“Of course,” Ben whispered. “But I can’t look at you as you read it.” 

“Why not?” Sadie said amused. 

“It’s different when you’re in the same room as the person you wrote the letter for,” Ben chuckled. 

“Oh, please, Ben,” Sadie hushed, “you’ve seen me nearly naked and you’re a little embarrassed by a letter you wrote me?” 

“If it’s the letter I remember, then yes,” Ben blushed. Without prying further, Sadie took a moment to read it by candlelight. Contrary to what Ben said before, he couldn’t keep his eyes off Sadie as she read. 

It was about a dream Ben had about Sadie, by the beach and a constellation he hadn’t seen before. It was adorable—romantic, and adorable. Sadie tried not to giggle but couldn’t help it. 

“You think I’m silly, don’t you?” Ben asked. Sadie shook her head and placed the letter on her nightstand. When she looked at Ben again, she took his hands in hers and squeezed them.

“Not at all, Ben,” Sadie assured him. “I thought that was very sweet. Imagine, a constellation named after me?”

Ben laughed, “It would surely be the most beautiful constellation in the sky.”

“Now that was silly,” Sadie playfully teased. Ben digressed and kissed Sadie’s knuckles.

“Sadie, how are you? Really?” He asked. “It’s been a few months since I’ve seen you. There’s so much to catch each other up on.”

“I know,” she agreed and took a deep breath. Since Ben was here early, it was possible he hadn’t received her last letter yet. “Well, nothing about the tavern has changed. Not many Yale kids come by. It’s the regular town folk.”

“But what about you?” He asked again. 

“What about me? Hm,” Sadie tried to deflect the attention, but it was no use. “Well, in the spring, I’m going to be learning about herbs and healing with Genny in Middletown. Ben… I wrote you a letter before I knew what happened. I really thought you forgot about me or met someone, or whatever…” Sadie trailed off. “If my letter seems to have an air of finality to it, please disregard it. In fact, don’t even read it, just toss it. But I’m glad I’m telling you this in person now.”

Ben nodded as he listened in understanding. 

“So… yes. Next spring, I’ll be in Middletown. I’m not sure for how long, but I’ll be learning.”

“That’s amazing, Sadie,” Ben said honestly. “I’m so happy for you to be getting to experience something like that.”

“Really?” Sadie asked with surprise, “I thought you’d be upset.”

“Upset? Sadie, why upset? No, I’m happy for you,” Ben said with gentle urgency. “You deserve to learn new things and visit new places. Why would I ever be upset?”

“Well, because it’s not really anything to do with us. You know, I’m not moving to Wethersfield to be with you.”

Ben shook his head, “Sadie, as much as I would love to come to you, I’m not one to stop you from being able to experience things, even if it means without me. No, I encourage it. I would never be upset because you didn’t make a decision for us.”

“But I want to be with you,” Sadie argued gently, “no matter where I am.”

“I want to be with you too,” Ben said, “and I will. So as long as you’ll have me.” 

"So when I go to Middletown, and you’re in Wethersfield, we can still write letters and be together that way, right?” Sadie asked. 

“Of course,” Ben said like it was the most obvious answer in the world. In a way, it was the only correct answer for him. “And if you don’t hear from me or I from you, let’s not assume the worst. Okay?” 

Sadie laughed, “I’ll try not to get my papers on herbs mixed up with my letters.” Ben chuckled in response. 

“Besides,” Ben said in a low voice, “Middletown is not that far from Wethersfield. In fact, it’s only a few hours by horse. I’ll come to you,” Ben promised. “When you have a free weekend and can sneak around.”

“I can’t wait until we don’t have to sneak around,” Sadie gently ran her thumb over Ben’s jaw. Ben turned his face into the palm of her hand and kissed her. 

“I know,” he whispered, “me too.”

“So, how have you been? How’s teaching? Your students?”

“My students are a riot, but they are eager to learn, and I’m grateful for that. The most recent lesson I taught them was on Latin. I thought of you the entire time.”

“They’re lucky to have an amazing teacher like you,” Sadie said. 

“Thank you,” Ben smiled. “It’s been rewarding, teaching them.”

“I’m sure they love you,” Sadie sighed with content. “As.. as I do.”

“Wh—“

“I love you, Ben,” Sadie said, and she thought it was strange that she hadn’t said it before. Maybe it was one of those things that was so true, it didn't need to be said. 

“Sadie, I love you,” Ben whispered, bringing Sadie’s hands in his lap. He closed the short distance between their faces and gently pressed his lips to Sadie’s, before deepening the kiss. Sadie opened her mouth to invite his tongue. It was a sensation Ben hadn’t felt since the last time he was in her room. He placed his hand on the back of Sadie’s neck and caressed his fingers through her hair, gently tugging to lay her flat on her back. 

Sadie traced her fingers along Ben’s back and stopped when she reached his low ponytail. She untied the ribbon and threw it on the floor, letting his golden brown locks free. Ben gently kicked his boots off so they wouldn’t make a loud thud. For a moment, Ben pulled back to look at Sadie in the soft glow of the candlelight by her bed. She looked so soft and ethereal in such a light, he leaned over her and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“What is it?” Sadie asked. 

“You’re just beautiful,” Ben whispered. He leaned down again to kiss her. To remember this moment, Ben truly lost himself in the kiss as he tried to memorize the curve of Sadie’s lips on his, how soft her face felt, and how delicate she felt underneath him. When he pulled back to breathe, Sadie gestured to her night dress. 

“Please unbutton the rest,” she whispered. 

Without a word, Ben did as he was told and spread the thin white linen across so Sadie’s breasts were exposed. He took a shaky breath, mouth agape, as he took in this sight of Sadie. 

“Ben,” she gently urged. “I want you.” Her heart was pounding so fast and hard, she began to shake a little. Ben placed a warm hand on her neck and ran it down the length of her arm. 

“Okay,” Ben nodded. 

“Wait!” Sadie shout-whispered out of nerves, startling Ben. “I—oh dear God, I’m sorry. I—I’m not sure what I mean by I want you. I mean, I want you, but this is—I’ve never been bed before, obviously—"

“Sadie,” Ben interjected, “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’d never want you to feel uncomfortable, especially with me.”

“No,” Sadie argued, “I—I want to. It has to happen now, before it will be a while until we see each other again. I want this.”

“As long as you want this,” Ben restated, wanting to be sure. “Is it—special enough? I should have brought—“

“It’s special enough because it’s with you,” Sadie interrupted him. “I don’t need thousands of roses and wine from France, Ben,” she laughed. “I just need you.”

Ben smiled in return, his blue eyes bright even in the dim lighting. Sadie laid down on her back again and took a deep breath as Ben took off his shirt and pants. He kissed her again, slowly this time, and gently placed his right hand on her breast, her nipple fitting in the middle of his palm. Ben took a deep breath as he felt his cock harden already. Sadie spread her legs and turned her face to the side. Ben began to kiss her neck, gently, all the way along her collarbone and chest. 

Sadie watched as he kissed her skin, still slightly shaking underneath him. She closed her eyes and felt her heartbeat quicken again. The more she thought about what was about to happen, the more nervous it made her feel, even though losing her virginity to Ben was all she wanted. She wanted this, she knew it. 

“I’ve got you,” Ben assured her as he pulled back from kissing her breasts. He could hear how fast her heart was beating. When he lost his virginity, his heart was beating fast too. He absolutely hated the experience—it was on a dare, and it was neither enjoyable for him nor the girl. He wanted Sadie’s first time to be more special, more comfortable, more enjoyable, and unforgettable. This was about her, it wasn’t about him. 

“Okay,” Sadie whispered. 

They both knew that after tonight, their relationship would never be the same—in a good way, of course. But what they say about intercourse, must be true. The sharing of bodies and becoming one. 

Ben gently tugged the rest of Sadie’s dress down so she was completely naked on her bed. Still shaking, Ben leaned his body weight on her to warm her. He kissed her from her lips to her chin, to her throat, to the middle of her chest, all the way down her stomach, and finally, to where he knew she needed it most. Her warm sex, her slick folds wet and sensitive. Ben kissed the top of her private and heard Sadie lightly moan as she pressed her head into her pillow. Ben took this as a good sign and gently ran his tongue over her wet folds, which caused Sadie to suppress another moan. Ben breathed in her sweet scent, and nearly almost finished just at the sight of Sadie like this. But he persevered and focused on her pleasure. He licked her wet folds again, and again, and Sadie felt a strange but delicious knot of pleasure in the pit of her stomach, something she remembered she felt before when Ben put his fingers inside her, but this was a different sensation because her hips bucked each time as if to say more, more, more… 

Ben held her thighs in place and continued to lap at her wetness, just enough until he heard Sadie gasp and pull on his locks of hair. She came over his face and was breathing heavily against her bed, her chest heaving. 

“Good lord, Ben,” Sadie said exasperated. 

“I enjoyed that very much,” Ben licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, Sadie’s scent lingering on his skin. When she finally caught her breath, Ben took off the last of his breeches. Finally, they were both exposed together. Sadie looked at Ben’s hard cock and realized he’d be inside her soon, and she anticipated the feeling at first wouldn’t be pleasurable. 

Ben leaned down to kiss Sadie again, holding her tightly between his arms, another gesture to make sure she knew she was safe in his care. He closed his eyes and kissed her neck again, gently rocking his hard cock between her wet folds, covering his cock with her wetness. 

He hummed in pleasure as he felt the sensation become more slippery with each thrust. His cock was throbbing with pleasure, aching for relief. 

“I’m ready,” Sadie whispered as she caught Ben’s half-moon eyes. He clenched his jaw and swallowed hard. Sadie spread her legs wider and he aligned his cock with her opening. 

He was so, so very gentle and moved agonizingly slow as he attempted to push his cock into her tight cunt. Sadie held her breath and closed her eyes, and Ben watched as her face contorted with at first pain. Ben wanted to stop and pull out, even though only the tip of his cock managed to push in, but Sadie fluttered her eyes open and shook her head. 

“Keep going,” she breathed in an airy voice Ben wished he could play on repeat. He nodded and very tensely, continued to push his way inside her tight wetness, that feeling of relief slowly washing over his cock the further he went inside. Ben huffed a breath into her neck and Sadie cried out in pain at his hard cock stretching her so painfully but so sensually. It was nothing she ever expected it to be, this feeling of being full inside her cunt. She wanted more, so she spread her legs even more and Ben thrust inside her slowly, then all at once. 

They both moaned in tandem, Sadie in Ben’s ear and Ben resting his forehead on Sadie as he began to thrust slowly in her wet cunt. Goosebumps formed on his chest and Ben saw Sadie’s nipples harden, a sight that might’ve made him finish there but he quickly shut his eyes and opened them again to see Sadie’s face flushed, mouth open. 

“Mm,” she moaned lightly. Ben felt relief all over his throbbing cock now as he spread Sadie’s tightness and was coated with her wetness. He kept thrusting, slowly and then faster, pulling his hard cock completely out of her before pushing himself inside her again, this time much easier but still, her cunt clenched his cock in the most delicious way, he felt a knot form in his stomach, too. 

“Sadie,” Ben breathed, “you feel lovely.” He continued to thrust into her. Sadie couldn’t form a coherent thought because of how good Ben felt inside her—inside her. She arched her back to feel more of his hard cock hit a certain spot she didn’t know could be touched. She bit her lip and shut her eyes as Ben continued to hit the same spot over and over again. She hummed as his thrusts became faster, and the pain was no longer felt. 

“I love you,” Ben whispered as he felt Sadie’s orgasm about to come. He could tell by the way her cunt clenched him so tightly and her wetness was surely all over her bed now. Sadie opened her mouth and meant to speak, but instead, a light moan escaped her lips that again, almost made Ben combust but he wanted so badly for her to come first. 

“I love you,” Sadie squeaked as felt something burst in her cunt, a million different feelings of pleasure rolled and bucked her hips against Ben’s thrusting, and she shivered underneath him. Soon after her high, Ben thrust once more all the way inside her cunt before pulling all the way out, and she felt his warm seed pool over her stomach. 

Ben expertly reached into his jacket over the bed and found a random handkerchief to wipe his seed from Sadie’s stomach. She was still breathing heavily, as was Ben. She turned on her side and Ben kissed her shoulder, her arm, back and forth. When she finally caught her breath, Sadie spoke. 

“I don’t know what to say,” Sadie whispered. “I—I just feel good. In pain, slightly, but a good pain. I didn’t even know a good pain was such a thing.”

Ben chuckled and caressed Sadie’s face with the back of his hand. “I know.”

Sadie turned around to face him in bed. Ben brought her blankets over the both of them and waited for whatever it was Sadie was going to say. 

“Was that… was that your first, as well?” She asked. 

Ben felt a pang in his heart. No, it wasn’t his first. 

“No,” he answered truthfully. And in a matter of moments, a look of betrayal fell over Sadie’s face. Confusion. 

“No?” She asked. 

“I gave up my virginity a long, long time ago. Before I ever met you, Sadie. It was on a dare, and it was a terrible, terrible experience. It’s the reason why I wanted to wait for you—to touch you, to be with you like this. I didn’t want you to have a terrible experience and I wanted you to feel special. I wanted it to be meaningful. For how meaningful this was for me, it felt like it should’ve been my first.” 

Sadie listened carefully as he spoke—it wasn’t fair to be upset. She understood. 

“Okay,” Sadie said. “It was certainly special to me.” 

“This means so much to me,” Ben said, “you won’t ever understand the weight of this situation for me. God, Sadie, I love you. I can assure you that’s the first time I’ve ever said those words to anybody.”  

“You’re my first, and I certainly hope you’ll be my last, Ben.” 

Ben reached over Sadie’s shoulder and blew out the candle. Sadie’s room instantly filled with darkness, but no amount of darkness could keep out the light that was Sadie to Ben. She nuzzled closer to his chest and closed her eyes to sleep. Ben rested his chin on top of her head, and waited for her to fall asleep before he eventually let his eyes rest and fell asleep, too. 

[ravenwoodalum]

One in a Million - The Wizard101 Character Tourney

We start on Thursday, noon EST. 24h polls, with round one split into left and right -- matches specified below for readability.

Fill your brackets out, start preparing your contestant propaganda, and I'll see you on Thursday!

Round One Matches are as follows:

SIDE ONE

Bartleby vs Ozzy

Duck Savage VS Wilma Deering (sorry folks, this is just how the seeding resulted)

Arthur Wethersfield vs Queen Aryanah Silvertusk

Ione Virga VS Skeletaur

King Artorius VS Chester Droors

Khan VS Dr. Jackall

The Professor VS Velma von Venkman

Eloise Merryweather Vs Tatyanna

Baba Yaga VS Zigi Stardust

The Kraken VS Tarrak Hadfield

Sparck Virga VS Stallion Quartermane

Shadoe VS Bearyshnakov

Selena Gomez VS Myrella Windspar

Baldur Goldpaws VS Professor Hargrove (Battle of the Bears)

Tosh VS Zander

Sylvia Drake VS Gobbler King

SIDE TWO

Grandmother Raven VS Nana

Emperor Yoshihito VS Dog Tracy

Diego the Duelmaster VS Qyburn Stellargaze

Elik Silverfist VS Mandar the Barbarian

Belladonna Crisp VS Burdie

Gwendolyn VS Solomon Crane

Sultana Sharzad VS Meowiarty

Prospector Zeke VS Monstrologist Burke

Dyvim Whitehart VS Fernanda Maregellan

Ghost Dog VS The Smiths

Nick Jonas VS Librarian Fitzhume

Beans VS The Bantam

Pork VS Renee Wooften

Greta VS Zoot

Moo Bu VS Buck Gordon

Grandfather Spider/Old Cob VS Istar

[bangtanloverboys]

class transfer // ksj

summary - looking to further advance in your secondary school, you transfer over to krokotopia. there you meet your handsome houser, seokjin

pairing - ta!seokjin x transfer student!reader

genre - fluff; wizard 101 au

word count - 3.3k

warnings - dip’s made up lore, nothing but sweet friendship building

guide - sorcery = balance magic; conjoury = myth magic; divination = storm magic; marleybonians = british dog people; kroks = crocodile people; manders = salamander people

author’s note - welcome to the first of my wizard 101 aus!! i’m so excited to finally post these, i hope you guys enjoy! this does have a lot of lore and bits i’ve made up in order for it to translate nicely into words. enjoy! (yes everyone has a last name i made up to fit within the world)

the seven schools of ravenwood masterlist

It was finally time. After months and months of working with Arthur Wethersfield on practicing and perfecting your sorcery skills, he finally told you it was time to advance further in your studies. You’ve already become a Grand Master Conjurer (thank the Spiral for that, Professor Cyrus Drake was a nightmare), and whilst you were far from done with your primary school, you could at least focus more on your secondary school: Balance. 

No one is fully expected to master their secondary school, especially when two of them are not always readily available: Death and Balance. The School of Death now only accessible to the Death students after being torn away from its place in Ravenwood. And then the School of Balance resides in Krokotopia, another realm where one must be granted permission to visit.

Permission you now have!

You all but ran back to your dormitory to pack your things, Arthur telling you to leave early tomorrow morning to meet your houser. Krokotopia being a desert world, you packed all your lightest colored robes, not wanting to overheat in your usual thick school uniform. You barely slept at all, excitement running through your veins. By the time the first rays of sunshine started to bleed through your window, you leaped out of your bed, grabbing your essential filled pack (wands, spell deck, robes, rings, and toiletries), and ran out the door towards Bartleby, the World Tree.

“Good luck in Krokotopia, young wizard!” Arthur Wethersfield called out to you as you passed him.

“Thank you!” You called back as you entered into the World Tree, and immediately, your breath was stolen away.

You’d heard stories from other students about how beautiful the inside of the World Tree was, but it was nothing compared to seeing it in person. Sunlight bled through the leaves overhead, giving the Spiral Chamber a natural soft glow. You could hear birds singing and flying through the tree. Then there in the center of it all was the Doorway. Through that door, you could go anywhere in the Spiral: Grizzleheim, Marleybone, Wysteria! Then your destination, of course, Krokotopia. 

Taking a deep breath, you walked straight forward towards the door. You could feel your heart beating wildly against your chest as you reached forward, grasping the doorknob in hand. Clearly in your mind, you pictured Krokotopia. The floating desert islands, tethered together with rope bridges. The pyramids and temples. 

Keeping that image in your mind, you opened the door, pushing through. 

The Spiral Chamber in Krokotopia was different from the inside of the World Tree. Stone walls surrounded you, small piles of sand in the corners, and large carved statues on either side of a tall staircase. At the bottom of the stairs was a man, smiling brightly at you. He was pretty handsome; tall, dark haired, and dressed in tan and white robes, fitting more the Krokotopian style than the stuff you’ve seen in Wizard City.

“Welcome to Krokotopia!” He said, “Are you the new transfer student, Y/N Owltalon?”

You nodded, beaming at the man. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Awesome, I’m Seokjin Duneheart. I’m gonna be your houser.” He held out his hand for you, which you eagerly shook. “Excited?”

“Very! Could hardly sleep last night.”

Seokjin laughed at that. “Sorry, just been a while since I’ve seen someone so excited to see Krokotopia,” he explained. “Anyways, I’ll show you around. Give you the Grand Tour of the Oasis. I’ll show you the school tomorrow, if that’s alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Alright then, just follow me.” He gestured up the stairs. You easily fell in step with him as you climbed up the tall stairwell. At the top, you were met with a pair of faded blue doors. Seokjin looked at you. “After you.”

With his permission, you pushed the doors open and were immediately blinded by the sudden brightness. Blinking your eyes furiously, you adjusted and the sight before you was incredible. Dozens of Marleybonians, Wizards, and Manders alike all roaming between the floating islands, and at the foot of a giant pyramid. 

“This is the Oasis, our safe haven whilst the Marleybonians excavate the temples. Up in front of you, is the Pyramid of the Sun. Built to serve as the Family Tomb of the Djeserit, and given the name sake due to their strong line of pyromancers,” Seokjin said as he pointed to the large sight before you. “Then over to our left, is the Tomb of Storms, built to serve as the Ahnic Family Tomb, and yes, had a strongline of diviners,” he said with a smile.

You chuckled at that. “And over there is the excavation camp?” You pointed over towards another small island, a bunch of tents all raised up around another small building, Marleybonians walking in and out of the area. 

“Yes, and as a precaution: stay out of their way. They’ve been working really hard and since some of the Kroks woke up, they’ve all been a bit irritated,” Seokjin warned.

“Gotcha.”

“All the other buildings are all a part of the bazaar. Got your robe shop, rings, boots, hats, amulets, etcetera. All of which, you are free to roam, and accept any currency.”

“What’s over there?” You pointed over to a nearby island, floating off, too far to be connected by a rope bridge.

His grin widened a bit. “Right up there is the Krokosphinx! And the gem of it all, in my personal opinion, the School of Balance.”

You stared at your houser with wide eyes. “The School of Balance is in the Krokosphinx?!”

“Not in, next to. And underground. Marleybonians discovered it some years ago, once it was fully excavated, they allowed the Manders to bring the study of sorcery back, taking all kinds of students. Including Arthur Wethersfield.”

“That is- I- He didn’t tell me that’s where the school was! I’m- Wow!”

Seokjin chuckled at your speechlessness. “Guess he wanted you to be surprised I guess. But come on, time for you to get settled down, yeah? My place is an island not far from here, we can take the ferry if you want?”

“Yeah, the ferry is alright with me.”

“Right this way then.” 

Seokjin led you over to a small deck near the edge of an island where a heavily decorated flying boat was collecting passengers. You listened intently as Seokjin pointed out various people on the boat, telling you who was who, where they were from, what they were doing here. You were still buzzing with excitement when Seokjin said that his place was the next stop.

It was a quaint little island. A beautiful sandstone house, similar style to the houses at the bazaar, large walls surrounding the main building to protect from sandstorms. You’ve never had a house of your own, sure some of your friends back in Wizard City had houses and castles of their own. But you were content with your place in the dormitories. Maybe one day you’ll save up for a house, but not anytime soon. 

You followed Seokjin through the front door, eyeing all his various plants and artifacts and paintings that lined the inside of his house. “Sorry there’s so much stuff, I was a bit of a quester a few years ago. Don’t have the heart to sell any of this stuff yet,” he chuckled nervously.

“Don’t be, it’s all really cool!”

He smiled shyly at that before he continued. “You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, so long as it doesn’t have a label claim on it. I do ask that you keep any loud noise to a minimum after sunset, and please remember to clean after yourself. Especially with the sand.”

You nodded along with each thing he told you, figuring there would be a handful of rules and specifications. You didn’t mind though, this was Seokjin’s house and he was kind enough to house you. You could at least follow his house rules. 

“Now, your room is upstairs, please follow me.” He gestured over to the stairwell that was up against the far side of the house. Climbing up the stairs, there were two doors. Seokjin walked over to the one closest to the stairs and opened it. “This is your room, I’m right next door. You’re free to decorate the space however you want.”

The room was plain; a simple bed, desk, and chest in the room. It was certainly a bit smaller than your dorm back at Ravenwood, but it was alright for you. You didn’t bring much of your things anyways. 

“Thank you.”

Seokjin waved his hand. “Don’t mention it. Anyways, I’ll let you unpack and get settled in. Welcome to Krokotopia.” He winked as he shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in your room. With a sigh, you toss your bag onto the desk and let yourself flop onto the bed. 

You were here.

Finally.

You flailed about on the bed, silently celebrating the beginning of the end of your studies. Not a lot of people you knew wanted to finish their secondary school, or took their time with their primary. Like one of your Myth classmates, he’s been at Ravenwood longer than you, yet he was still years behind you. But that was due to him focusing more on training pets and helping out in the Pet Pavillion more than anything. 

For the next hour or so, you work on organizing the room to best suit you. Placing the desk under the window, your bed against the wall and your chest at the foot of it. You put all your extra robes and necessities in the trunk, saving your wands to decorate the walls with. You had a handful of wands with you, each one having a special reasoning for keeping it. But if you were being honest, the wand you loved the most was your first ever wand. You’d bought it in the Shopping District when you’d first arrived at Ravenwood, excitedly pulling your parents along with you to gather your new things. It was a simple sleek black rod with a white tip at the end. The starter wand for all novice conjurers. 

By the time you’d finished, the sun was already beginning to disappear off into the distance. Deciding yourself to be finished, you went back downstairs, a bit hungry after all the excitement. 

Seokjin was sitting off to one side of his house, in a little makeshift library; mixes of scrolls and books on the shelves. At the sound of you coming down the stairs, he glanced up from what he was reading. 

“Finally hungry?”

“Yeah,” you answered a bit sheepishly as you walked into the kitchen. You grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl. “So excited, couldn’t think of eating. Finally got to me, I guess.”

“I understand that, I remember when Arthur finally said I could transfer my studies here. Learn here at the birthplace of sorcery.”

“That’s right, your primary school is Balance.”

Seokjin nodded. “Yeah. Before the school was discovered, that was the end of that. We knew everything that was kept alive up until then. But since they found the school, we’ve rediscovered so many spells that were once lost to us.”

“That’s incredible! I remember when they announced they found it, I knew immediately I wanted to continue my studies there. Once I learned everything from Arthur, of course.”

“I’ll be honest, it was quite a shock to learn that someone wanted to continue their studies here for their secondary school,” Seokjin admitted. “Most people just learn the basics and don’t bother trying for more advanced stuff.”

You gave a shrug. “I’m a completionist, I guess.”

“Well, I’m glad then. Because now we get a new student and maybe you’ll be the first of many to also want to finish their sorcery studies.”

“Fingers crossed!”

Seokjin was quiet for a moment, furrowing his brows together in thought. “If I may ask, why did you choose Balance? It isn’t very popular because of the whole, no school building reason. Especially with Ravenwood students.”

You scratched at the back of your neck. “I’ll be honest, it was mainly because I found the topic interesting. I mean, it incorporates all types of magic, elemental and spiritual. Sure, the Krokotopians mainly focused on the elemental, but through that they found the spiritual and then what connects them all: sorcery.”

“I- wow.” Seokjin blinked at you a few times. “Never heard anyone talk about it like that.”

You flushed a bit. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s refreshing. Especially to hear someone talk so passionately about it. I hope the actual teachings don’t diminish that passion in any way.”

“I had Professor Cyrus Drake these past few years; needless to say, I’m good with staying passionate.”

He laughed at that. “Yeah, I’ve heard Cryus was a bit of a pain to learn from. Very by the book and no nonsense.”

“You could say that again!” You smiled as you pointed to your apple. “Anyways, I’m gonna eat this and then go to bed. Need to get up bright and early!”

“Sleep well!” He called after you.

Once again, you did not sleep again. Each time you felt sleep come upon you, you jerked awake with excitement as you remembered where you were. In the morning, you probably looked dreadful. But nothing could damper your mood, not even the odd stares you may receive. 

“Ready?” Seokjin asked as he walked with you out the door towards the deck where the ferry would pick you up, taking you both to the Krokosphinx island. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” You exclaimed, your voice a bit exhausted though. This morning, you were dressed in lighter robes, it didn’t do much to keep you 100% cool, but it certainly helped keep the heat off. Glancing over to Seokjin who stood next to you, he didn’t even seem to be sweating in his robes; probably designed to keep the wearer cool. Perhaps you should stop by the robe shop later today. While sure, your robes were fine, but you were sweltering. Factoring in your lack of sleep, you only hoped you didn’t faint on the way to school. 

“Glad to hear it,” he smiled. 

The two of you stood in silence as you waited for the ferry to arrive. It wasn’t at all awkward, comfortable and friendly. It was only a few minutes of it until the ferry appeared in your vision, nearly half full with about a dozen other folks. Dozens of Manders, Marleybonians, fellow wizards, and even a couple Kroks; all headed towards the Oasis for their daily activities. 

By the time you arrived at the Krokosphinx, the boat was packed. Only you, Seokjin, and a handful of other passengers got off at this stop. You couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved at the small number, meaning it probably wouldn’t feel as crowded. Seokjin made small talk with a few of the other people that got off, before they started climbing down into a hole. You were about to follow after them when Seokjin stopped you.

“Hang on, there’s someone you gotta meet.” Gently, he led you over towards a large, smiling palm tree. “I would like you to meet Niles, the Balance tree.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skulls. “Oh my- Yes. Hello, it’s wonderful to meet you!”

Niles simply smiled at you, slowly blinking at you in acknowledgment. 

“That’s as best as we’re going to get, but come on. Let’s go, don’t wanna be late on your first day.” He winked.

Seokjin allowed you to climb down the ladder first, and you welcomed the sudden coolness of the school. The stone walls providing shade from the harsh desert sun. The first chamber was full of scaffolding and boxes, not much to look at. But the classroom. . . oh the classroom. 

Torches lined the sides of the walls, giving the chamber a soft warm light. Carved stone desks that were low to the ground lined either side of the room. Much like the classrooms at Ravenwood, there was a raised platform, with two blackboards on the far wall. Then front and center of it all, an old aged Krok stood. 

“Welcome, class.” His voice was low and gravely, speaking slowly. “Duneheart, where are you, boy?”

“Here, Alhazred,” the wizard next to you answered. “I have our new student with us today, Y/N.” 

The Krok, that you now knew as Alhazred, turned his head towards you. Squinting his white eyes at you, as if he was trying to get his old eyes to work. “Why yes, I see. . . take a seat.” He gestured off to the desks, most of which were now occupied. “Seokjin, you said you wanted to teach the lesson today, correct?”

Your head snapped to him, just in time to watch the tips of his ears turning a bright red. He never mentioned anything about teaching to you! Granted you’d only met him only the other day, but surely that’s something he would’ve mentioned.

“Yes, sir. If you don’t mind.”

“Carry on then,” the professor said as he hobbled off to a chair, set off in the corner of the room. 

“Right, excuse me,” Seokjin said, gently pushing past you to go to the raised platform. Leaving you to quickly move yourself over to the nearest free desk, which was just your luck in the front row. 

Lowing yourself down to your knees, you listened carefully as Seokjin began. Behind him, on one of the blackboards, chalk flew up, writing down the lesson for the day. Probably as a mercy for you, he mentioned a quick review over what they learned last class. But unfortunately, it was still a few levels above you. It was something you expected though, being a bit behind at the start, so you paid extra close attention to his words, writing down each sentence with vigor. Seokjin kept glancing at you, slowing down and giving you enough time to catch up.

By the end of class, your wrist was sore and covered in ink smudges. 

“How did you enjoy the class?” Seokjin asked once he dismissed everyone.

“I did, you didn’t tell me you were the teacher’s assistant though.”

He smiled shyly, looking down to his feet. “I’m sorry, it slipped my mind. Honest.”

“Do you want to be a teacher?” You asked as you both headed up towards the ladder, already feeling the heat from the square of sunlight coming down from above. 

“Yes, and considering the lack of a proper Balance professor-”

“Ahem,” Alhazred coughed from behind.

“-At Ravenwood!” He shouted back as you climbed up the rope ladder towards the surface.

You waited at the top for him as he climbed up after you. “You plan on replacing Arthur?”

“Replace?” He shook his head as he stood up straight next to you. “No, help. And if he chooses to retire, then maybe take his place. But there’s also a lack of secondary Death tutors.”

“That’s your secondary school?”

“I have a glutton for punishment apparently, teaching myself both subjects.”

You burst out a laugh at that. “You kinda dug your own hole there. But it’s definitely something Ravenwood needs. I’m sure both Arthur and Malron would be grateful for the help,” you said as the two of you walked over towards the Krokosphinx, hoping to find the shade beneath the age-old stone carving before the ferry came.

“That’s why I’m still here. Alhazred would like me to teach some classes here for another few months. Get used to handling a class. But my hopes are to one day help build an actual classroom, no more informal study groups in the library and commons.”

“That sounds like a brilliant plan, Seokjin. I hope one day it happens.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiled at you, meeting your eyes. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks, leaving you unsure if it was the heat or not. “We should- the ferry-”

“Oh yeah, right. It’s almost here, come on!” Seokjin started back over towards the dock, while you strayed behind for a moment, watching him as he walked. You already knew you were excited to be here, to learn more and advance in your studies, but now you for sure had a bit more to look forward to. 

[incorrect-para-quotes]

[edwardsparkleblood]

All I'm saying is that if Malistaire and Sylvia were getting it on while they were the death and life professors at Ravenwood we should be open to the possibility that other professors are up to stuff too. Like you can't prove to me that Cyrus Drake and Falmea aren't absolutely and bitterly in love, or that Arthur Wethersfield doesn't visit Balestrom in his classroom late at night after all the students have gone to bed.

[hazeldragonblossoms]

heya, i'm hazel dragonblossom, a fictive of a wizard101 oc! i'm part of the merlynic system, and i still play wiz when i can!

tags + pixel credit below !! ↓

hazel speaking (talk tag)

scrapbook (exomemories)

fav (self explanatory)

song scrolls (tunes and jams!)

fictblr (more of a general tumblr tag, for fictive/system stuff)

the spiral (various worlds i'm too lazy to make tags for. like marleybone. fuck marleybone)

ravenwood (lots of character art, world design, and stuff about the vibes of ravenwood/wizard city as a whole)

ravenwood forums (mostly memes tbh. a nice blend of wizzy and tumblr wizardcore posts to cultivate the Vibe)

theurgy (aes, vibes, lore, and analysis, as are the rest of the magic tags)

conjury

necromancy

pyromancy

thaumaturgy

divination

sorcery

astral magic

shadow magic

grandmother raven

grandfather spider

bartleby

headmaster ambrose + gamma

professor sylvia drake + professor moolinda wu

professor cyrus drake

professor malistaire drake + professor dworgyn + acting/assistant professor malorn ashthorn (MY BESTIE)

professor dalia falmea

professor lydia greyrose

professor halston balestrom

professor alhazred + assistant professor arthur wethersfield

i also generally tag any canon characters i knew, like ceren nightchant or duncan grimwater :3c if i remember any noncanon characters, i'll make tags for them too!

pxl crdt: 🌌 | 🌅 | 🍁 | blinkies | 🏷️ | 🪴 | 👻 | 🌸 / 🌸

[radi0chatter]

Hey, so I saw someone telling you about their OCs, mind if I tell you about my Wizard101 OCs? I've got two developed wizards and one Marleybone side character.

Marissa Nightshade is the first wizard I made that I kept (f in the chat for Roslyn Wintergarden). She's a Death wizard and she's 21 and bi. She came from Wysteria initially and she'd wanted to be a vet but then changed her mind and started studying magic at Ravenwood- as she didn't meet the requirements for Pigswick, which had required her to take some kind of classes before going there. On her journeys she became good friends with Nosferabbit and Billy the Cutter. She has a kind of sassy demeanor and gives off an air of being perpetually annoyed by everything but is actually quite friendly. She especially likes to roast the villains while she's battling them.

Genevieve is a Storm wizard, and is 25 and probably also bi (I haven't decided yet). She came to the Spiral on accident when a machine she was building on Earth malfunctioned and sent her through a rift in space-time to Wizard City. She worked odd jobs around the Spiral until she worked in the post office in Marleybone, which she absolutely fell in love with. When Arthur Wethersfield came to visit family and saw her at the post office they struck up a conversation, and she was interested in magic. She was too old to attend Ravenwood but Professor Wethersfield asked Halston Balestrom if he'd be willing to tutor her privately in Storm magic, which he was- and although she wasn't taking Balance tutoring from Professor Wethersfield they'd become friends and would occasionally meet up for tea and catching up. He mentioned a friend looking for someone who knew Storm magic and gadgets and asked if she'd be interested. Genevieve was very interested, and so he later took her back to Marleybone to see that friend and before long she was staying there again, working for a science lab with Storm magic.

She eventually met a Marleybonian gentleman and fell in love with him, and they soon got engaged.

Genevieve is very smart and sophisticated, and she hopes to help everyone in the Spiral solve their problems through science.

Finally, Bentley is Genevieve's fiance, and is 28 and might be heterosexual (again, I haven't decided yet). He's a gray and black anthro poodle. He grew up in a middle-upper class family and he's loved playing the violin ever since he was young. His grandfather left him the bookstore that the family's run for generations in his will. Bentley dedicated himself to making it absolutely beautiful and unlike any other bookstore in Marleybone. But he still kept playing the violin anyway, even though he didn't need to make money from it anymore.

And when Genevieve came into the bookstore one day to buy a copy of some scientific journal, it was love at first sight for both of them.

Bentley is hardworking, very meticulous (to the point of being nitpicky) tolerant, generous, and also generally nervous and unsure of himself.

Sorry if this is hard to follow, I'm not good at summarizing lol

YES!! Hearing all of this is awesome. I would also like to have tea with Wethersfield, tea for all!

[theglizzardwizard]

Padric is originally from Marleybone and the experience of growing up dirt sucking poor in the Ironworks gave him an irrepressible hatred for dogs. He loudly loathes Professor Wethersfield and deals with that by being an obstinate dickhead to every balance student that says a good word about "that lazy fucking mutt". Good thing he's a myth student.