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Spellbound Desires - part 1
This place is massive.
You step through the grand entrance of the magic academy, your heart pounding with anticipation.
The towering hall resembles an ancient castle, adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes from magical battles and history.
Students hustle by, their robes fluttering as they rush to classrooms or outside to practice spells in the lush gardens.
The air is thick with power, a mixture of excitement, determination, and curiosity.
As you walk through the crowded hallways, taking in your new surroundings, you can’t help but feel a thrill of pride.
You have been chosen to study at this prestigious institution, an honor only bestowed upon those with immense potential.
The thought of honing your skills and learning from the greatest mages is both exhilarating and terrifying.
Your professor leads you to one of the many practice rooms where students are already engaged in their spells, some displaying remarkable talent, while others struggle to grasp the basics.
You can’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness as your turn approaches.
“YN, meet McCree,” says your professor, introducing you to an older mage with graying hair and a well-groomed mustache.
His eyes are intense, focused, and pierce through you like shards of ice.
Despite his stern appearance, there’s something intriguingly captivating about him that makes it hard for you to look away.
“Hello,” you manage, your voice barely audible over the sounds of spellcasting around you.
McCree nods curtly and gestures towards an open space in front of you.
“Let’s see what you’ve got, kid.” His voice is deep and commanding, leaving no room for argument.
You feel your heart rate accelerate as you step into the clearing, acutely aware that all eyes are now on you.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath to steady yourself, focusing on the warmth of the fire magic coursing through your veins.
With a flick of your wrist and an incantation you’ve practiced countless times, flames erupt from the tip of your wand, dancing gracefully in the air before dissipating into ash.
The room falls silent as students and professors alike turn to look at you with surprise and admiration.
You feel a rush of pride, knowing that you’ve managed to impress them despite your nerves.
McCree steps forward, his eyes narrowed in assessment.
“You’ve got potential,” he says, his words echoing in the now-silent room.
“I’ll give you that.
Stick with me, and you’ll do great things.”
His compliment sends a wave of relief and satisfaction through you.
You know that earning praise from someone like McCree is no small feat, and his words fuel your determination to excel in this prestigious institution.
As the day comes to an end and you return to your dorm room, your thoughts linger on McCree’s words.
The prospect of learning under such a skilled mage fills you with excitement and anticipation for what lies ahead.
You can’t help but feel a sense of admiration for him, a feeling that only grows stronger as you reflect upon his stern yet inspiring demeanor.
“This is just the beginning,” you whisper to yourself, staring out your window at the moonlit academy.
The future holds endless possibilities and challenges, but with McCree’s guidance, there’s no doubt that great things lie ahead for you in this world of magic.
Another late night.* You walk into the library, a heap of spell books in your arms, McCree already waiting.
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of old parchment and magic, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls.
“I brought all the recommended texts,” you say breathlessly as you place them on a table near him.
“Let’s get started.”
McCree nods in approval, his gaze focused on the books before him.
As he rifles through them, selecting one after another and scanning their pages, you can’t help but admire his dedication to your education and growth as a mage.
You watch as he pulls a chair out for you, gesturing for you to sit down next to him.
“We will begin with this one,” McCree says, placing a worn tome in front of you.
“It contains detailed information on the spell we’ll be working on tonight.”
The late night study sessions have become a regular occurrence between you and McCree, a time when you can push your boundaries and learn without fear or judgment.
It’s during these quiet moments that you realize just how much he has come to mean to you, not only as a mentor, but also as someone whose presence brings comfort and stability in an otherwise chaotic world of magic and power.
“Pay attention, YN,” McCree corrects you for the umpteenth time, his patience never wavering.
“The incantation needs to be precise.” Your lips twitch into a smile as you repeat the words, trying your best to get them right this time.
Over these past weeks, you’ve come to appreciate McCree’s unwavering dedication to helping you reach your full potential.
His stern yet supportive demeanor has been instrumental in building your confidence and skill as a mage.
As you practice the complex spell over and over again under his watchful eye, each attempt bringing you closer to mastery, the intensity of the library is palpable.
The air crackles with magic, your wand humming in your hand as you channel the power of fire within you.
McCree’s voice guides you through every step, helping you navigate the intricacies of the spell and encouraging you when you falter.
“Finally,” McCree muses, his eyes meeting yours as you manage to cast the spell correctly.
A spark of something more than just professional satisfaction glimmers in his gaze, causing your heart to skip a beat.
You can’t help but feel a sense of triumph at mastering the spell and capturing his approval.
“Well done, YN,” McCree says with a warm smile, his praise warming you more than any fire spell could.
He stands up, stretching his arms above his head, his robes hugging his muscular frame, revealing the strength hidden beneath the fabric.
You can’t help but steal a glance at him as he moves, unable to deny the attraction that has been growing between you over these late night study sessions.
As you both gather your things and prepare to leave the library, the air is charged with anticipation.
The solitude of the room and the hours spent practicing magic together have created an intimate bond between you, one that is hard to ignore as you walk side by side in silence towards the exit.
“Till tomorrow, McCree,” you call over your shoulder, already looking forward to it.
McCree turns to face you, his eyes holding yours for a moment longer than necessary before he nods and turns away, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you make your way back to your dorm room.
Tonight’s events replay in your mind as you undress for bed, feeling the warmth of McCree’s praise wash over you again.
The memory of his eyes on yours lingers, causing a tingling sensation deep within you.
Could it be possible that he feels something more than just professional admiration for you?
As sleep claims you, you hope that tomorrow will bring answers to the questions swirling in your mind and heart.