 
Melona raced to the Potion's Lab, in such a hurry that she didn't even notice the slight bounce in her step, nor how she was running such a distance and not feeling nearly as winded as one should. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief as she finally made it to her seat and sat down. Well, that's one crisis averted-
"Hey, this spot's taken-" A slightly nasally voice said, only to stop as Melona turned to it's source, the girl sitting next to her.
"Mel!?" She exclaimed in surprise, "What's with the new 'do? I almost didn't recognize you!"
"Um, it's a long story..." Melona shrugged. The girl next to her was named Drif, and she was Melona's best and only friend. A fellow flunkie, but for entirely different reasons, as while Melona struggled earnestly to pass and still failed, Drif wholeheartedly didn't care about any subject that wasn't potions, her other grades often slipping as she shirked her other responsibilities to continue in her own experimentations. One of which she was working on right there in the classroom.
"Ms. Regulus, just what are you doing?" Their professor asked as she entered the room, before shaking her head. "Nevermind. Just don't let anything combust this time?"
"You know I can't promise that!"
Their teacher sighed, moving up to the front of the classroom.
"Anyway," She started, "Welcome back, darlings, to another installment of Potions I!"
The students unenthusiastically clapped, like a live studio audience that hadn't been allowed to leave for three days. Professor Sneayc Oyle, while arguably not the most accomplished, was undeniably the most recognizable figure in the school. The blonde half-elf had gotten her start as the hostess of a cooking program all the way at the start of the Manavision boom some fifty years ago, making recipes that were stunning at the time but utterly horrific in present times. She launched her own line of cookware products, books, potions, and most famously of all, the Sneayc Oyle Boil and Bubble, a special self-heating cauldron made of a garish copper with a large engraving of her name on each one. This ended up coming back to bite her, however, as a patent dispute had sprung up that had sunk her entire business. Washed up, she spent the next few decades doing interviews, writing autobiographies, and making cameo appearances in various MV programs until finally finding herself at the Academy. Despite all of this, however, she seemed unable to shake her television instincts, her methods of showmanship being the only way she seemed to know how to teach.
"Today, I'm going to show you all how to make the most scrumptious potion, that's always a hit at get togethers and parties!" She walked up to a small poduim with a tiny velvet curtain encircling the top, "But first, I'd like to pick one of you from the audience to help me!"
Some students shyly raised their hands, while Melona shrunk into her seat. She hated being the center of attention, the last thing she wanted was to-
"You there, with those fabulous golden locks!"
...'Fabulous...?'
"Okay!"
Drif balked as Melona happily climbed out of her chair and joined Oyle at the front of the class room. And was it just her or did Mel have a little more... chest than usual...?
"What's your name, kid?" Oyla asked flashing a smile. As the glow from Melona's eyes faded, she seemed to realize where she was and what she was doing. She froze, her entire body tensing up as she became aware of the number of students looking at her.
Oh no... What was I thinking??? Melona internally chastised herself. She was going to humiliate herself in front of the whole class!
"...Kid...?"
"M-M-M-Melona P-P-Pearsly! Ma'am!" Melona choked out, turning red.
"Melona eh?" Sneayc grinned, "Well, today's your lucky day, because you're going to be helping me make..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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