Wearing his usual black pants, white shirt, black tie, Gideon Whyte, Professor of Anthropology, shoved a large book under his arm and then retrieved his Wicked mug, a gift from a student, and a Devonshire tea bag; he was looking forward to some time in the teacher’s lounge, either quietly pouring over some reference material or chatting with his colleagues.
When Gideon opened the door, he heard the closing of a book; the room was empty except for the alluring demon art teacher, Isabelle. “Isabelle, Good morning!”, he greeted cheerfully, “I hope I haven’t disturbed you”. The male witch walked to the hot water dispenser and filled his mug, dipping his tea bag as he continued, “I heard your book close, as I opened the door. I can retire to a corner and be as quiet as a ninja”, he smiled, “Brought a book myself”.
Gideon’s black eyes couldn’t help taking in Isabelle’s enchanting face and the way her delicious body was folded so luxuriously upon that sofa…and she was barefooted. He wondered to himself if she knew how desirable she appeared to others and then he almost laughed; she was over two hundred years old and a demon-of course she knew! In his mind, he repeated the spell against seduction that he said each morning before venturing into the halls of Alden. The only thing that could reach him now would be natural attraction.