New Teachers

Arya entered the class and let her eyes roam about, they were people just coming in like her and others who were already on their sit and even made friends. She spotted an empty seat and was about to go when someone bumped into her

" am sorry, really"

She turned around to see a small plump girl with purple hair that was cut into a bob, the girl wore a big round glass making her yellow eyes look bigger. Her own uniform slightly different than that of Arya's .

"no problem" Arya said turning to go but her hair was cut in the girl's bracelet.

"am very sorry this is happening",

Arya noticed the girl the braces making her talk weirdly y. She tried pulling It away but It didn't budge "looks live your hair is gonna came out with it" the plump girl said

A woman comes inside holding a small purse and they realised it was the teacher

" let's go have our seat first" Arya suggested

They went to the nearest sit and sat down together, Arya carefully pulled her plantium blonde the hold of the bracelet

"I know, I shouldn't have let my hair down" Arya muttered

"thank goodness, now your pretty hair wouldn't be destroyed" the plump girl whispered.

" I didn't get your name yet " Arya said

"Pardon me, my name is Emelia Rousseau, am a princess from a small kingdom near the water side, it's called Jennovah" She said delighted and quickly added

"What about you?"

"my name is Arya" was all she could say before the teacher called for their attention.

You're all welcome to Skylar Academy once again, you're here to learn how to control and develop your powers.... I hope each and everyone of you have a Senior PAR (Partner)"

The students chorused "yes!"

"very well then, you'll have different teachers who will be in charge of you according to the element you control, I am your home room teacher, if you have any question come to my office, 2nd floor by your left"

She said looking exhausted and exited the class as quickly as she came in, there was a small chat between the students about how beautiful their home room teacher was, but it lasted briefly because soon someone entered the class.

It was a petite woman with a bright, almost mischievous smile. She was undeniably cute, with rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes the color of a clear summer sky, and a cascade of auburn curls that bounced around her shoulders. Her figure, though small, was undeniably curvy, the form-fitting robes she wore doing little to disguise her ample bust. She carried herself with a surprising confidence, a sway in her hips that hinted at a playful nature.

"Hi lovelies!" she chirped, her voice surprisingly strong and clear, filling the room with warmth.

She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she walked in, a small, almost childlike skip in her step. "I'm Ms. Louis, and I'm absolutely thrilled to be your instructor for hydrokinesis!"

" I am gonna be responsible for teaching the liquid wielders, because you can't only control water but every liquid, some of you are powerful enough to turn liquid into Ice"

she demonstrated excitedly, controlling water cut of the water bottle that was glued to her side in a little pouch bag and turning it into ice

She squealed "Isn't this great, though people think water is not an offensive element, but I tell you my lovelies it's dangerous, so who's ready to learn, you ,you, or you" She hopped from sit to sit finally stopping at a short boy.

His eyes go in the direction of her big bouncy breast that was obviously too big for her small body, the boy nodded slowly in response,his cheeks already burning red

"Oh goodie" she hugged his head to her breast, his eyes widened in excitement as his face rest upon her cleavage, she left him and continued talking, blood was visible on one side of his nostrils as he melted away day dreaming .

"poor boy" Emelia whispered, Arya giggled at her statement.

The teacher who later told them her name was Miss Louis continued chatting away happily until her period was over.

The classroom hushed as the door swung inward, revealing their new teacher. He wasn't what they'd expected. Whispers about a "fire mage" had circulated, but nothing could have prepared them for the man before them. He was undeniably handsome, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and eyes the color of molten gold that seemed to hold a flicker of inner flame. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd just run a hand through it, adding to the air of effortless cool. He wore simple, dark robes that draped elegantly, hinting at a lean, powerful physique beneath.

He didn't stride in with booming pronouncements. Instead, he moved with a quiet confidence, a subtle grace that belied the raw power they knew he possessed. A faint warmth seemed to emanate from him, a gentle heat that chased away the morning chill. He placed a worn leather-bound book on the teacher's desk, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. He looked at them, his golden eyes sweeping across the room, taking in each student with an unnerving intensity, yet a hint of amusement played at the corner of his lips.

"Good morning," his voice was low, resonant, and surprisingly gentle.

"My name is Mr. Valerius. And while the rumors you've heard are… largely true, I assure you, today's lesson will involve more theory than pyrotechnics. Though," he added with a playful glint in his eyes.

"that might change if anyone falls asleep."

A small, almost imperceptible flicker of flame danced across his fingertips for a fleeting moment before vanishing. He smiled, a genuine, warm smile that somehow made the room feel both safer and more charged with anticipation.

"Now, let's begin." His aura left the female students gawking and the male in awe.