Magical Teacher Professor Landry! - Chapter 1: Just a Normal School

[Krylo]

Dal, whom had up until now been merely sitting back with a small smirk on his face and enjoying the attempts of Jay and Dean to both win their little verbal battle, decided upon hearing Sean's comment about switching courses that he actually had something to add to the conversation.

His hand shot up lazily just as he began to speak. "Ms. Landry," he said, as his eyes moved up her body in a way that had been given the name 'elevator eyes' in recent decades, "If Mr. Castevat is cancelling his appointment, I'd be more than happy to spend some time after class with you." His smirk could almost be made out in his voice, as could some less than honorable intentions.

[Dracorion]

Jackson was trying to think. To figure out what he felt. Unfortunately, the two morons arguing at the top of their lungs wasn't making it any easier.

Did he love his adoptive parents? He couldn't answer, and that scared him. And he felt bad that, after everything they'd done for him, introducing him to a whole new world, he couldn't answer that question. He could call them Mom and Dad, but he couldn't tell them "I love you"?

He sighed. At least those two finally stopped arguing. Jackson was about to ask Landry something, but Dal beat him to it.

"Ms. Landry, if Mr. Castevat is cancelling his appointment, I'd be more than happy to spend some time after class with you."

And Dal was being a perverted schoolboy. Jackson rolled his eyes, and piped up. "Don't bother man, there's nothing you can do to hide the fact that you and Jay are a couple." He said dismissively.

"Professor Landry, you say any love can be defeated. You say if we don't pass your class, we're going to die. If that's all true, then what skills are you going to teach us to survive?"

[Teal Mage]

"What the hell was that!?"

"A mountain lion, yes?" The teacher replied, seemingly mystified at Michael's strong reaction.

"Why are you acting so calmly!?" Michael demanded enthusiastically, "There was a mountain lion in the building! A wild predator!"

The heavily accented woman merely arched a pale eyebrow. She seemed perplexed!

"Shouldn't you be a little concerned or something?" He pressed, seemingly intent on getting an answer from the nameless blond, "And it was going to pounce! How could you just calmly let it out the door?"

A moment passed, as the blond continued to regard the young man before her with strangely pale eyes. Eventually, she took a step forward - high heeled shoe clicking crisply on the hall's floor - and laid a firm hand on Michael's shoulder.

"You seem tense." She offered him a friendly smile.

And a fleck of something pale yellow seemed to flicker at the edge of Michael's vision, again.

"Come, ve shall go paint." The woman promptly turned on her heel, starting down the hallway in the direction she had come. "Art is zhe ideal therapy for such feelingz." She elaborated, before glancing over her shoulder toward Michael, "And zhe room is zhis vay!" Her pearly white teeth glimmered in the white light of the hallway, as she smiled again.

She appeared to expect him to follow her!

At least she wasn't moving fast.



* * * * * *

"Oh, Jack." Professor Landry smiled broadly, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she averted her merry gaze from the young man's desk. "You worry too much! Why," She gestured to herself, smile filling with absolute confidence, "I would never allow any harm to come to my beloved students!"

She winked at him, "Pass my class, and you'll never have to worry about anything again!"

In the middle of the classroom, the so-called Ms. Sue sat bolt upright in her desk. "But you just threatened us with death!" There was a momentary pause, "Twice!"

Professor Landry burst out laughing. "I meant academically!" She managed, calming down between fits of giggles, "What do I look like?" The Professor's hand slid through her auburn hair, throwing sparkles into the air around her. "Some kind of Axe-Wielding Sociopath who murders her students in the night for bad test scores?"

Ms. Sue hesitated a moment. "Y-yes?"

Professor Landry burst out laughing. Again.

"Ahem." She coughed, "That, Ms. Sue, is precisely why you're neck and neck with Sao," Professor Landry gestured to the short haired swimming enthusiast offhandedly, "in the race for the coveted title of class president!" The auburn haired woman began to clap.

"Uh," the hazel eyed girl started, hesitant again, "but that really isn't my nam-"

"One more outburst from you Ms. Sue." Professor Landry cut in, "And I will take thirty points from Gryffindor!"

The girl wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"Moving on!" Professor Landry's bespectacled gaze swung to Sean, "You, my young Canadian," Her finger flashed toward him, "will receive an A on your first test!"

Content didn't count in Professor Landry's Class?

"But," she waved dismissively toward his deck, allowing her eyes to wander the classroom, "don't think that means you'll be getting out of your appointment after class. We have much to discuss!" The auburn haired woman shrugged, "After all, how ever will I explain why one of my beloved students dropped a class they've yet to take? It shan't be easy!" She continued, crossing her arms before nodding decisively, "But, as your homeroom teacher, all class change requests are my responsibility to submit and approve. Therefore!" Professor Landry thrust her fist into the air, "I will do this terrible deed with a bright heart filled with pride!"

It appeared she'd missed the point!

"Unfortunately," Professor Landry sighed, expression now the picture of sorrow and regret, "that means that poor little Dal," she drew a handkerchief from her labcoat pocket and dabbed the corners of her dark eyes, "will be all alone today." The Professor sniffed, "I do so hate to leave my students alone in the cold! There must be-"

Eyes widening, Professor Landry gasped. "That's it!"

"Henceforth," Her glasses flashed ominously in the ambient lighting of the room, Dal, Jay and Dean shall work on all projects together in a group!" The dark flames of Professor Landry's aura roared to life as she threw her arm out to the side, "And 90% of their grade will be based on teamwork!"

Behind Professor Landry, bright blue light erupted.

"This is the best possible solution!" Professor Landry's aura winked out as she gleefully clasped her hands before her breasts, twirling in place, "And now, little Dal will never have to be lonely again!" She clapped her hands merrily, "While I'm grouping students, would any one else like to vol-"

A insistent knock on the class room's door interrupted her.

"Who dares to interrupt my moment of Epiphanic Triumph!?"

The only reply was another knock at the door.

Growling, Professor Landry snapped a gesture toward her desk, and the pair of black colored figures waiting on it. "One of you, go answer it and tell them to go away!"

Feathers, the crow, through a quizzical glance toward the cowled head of the Grim Reaper. The creature's icy gold eyes settled upon the small, flightless form of Professor Landry's latest class pet for a moment, before the cloaked figure nodded. Moving with agonizing slowness, the strange aura of gloom still hanging around its shoulders, the Reaper got to his feet. The apparent manifestation of death turned toward the door and began to approach it slowly.

It almost looked like he was floating!

"I'm sorry children," Professor Landry chimed in, turning back toward the , seemingly satisfied, "now, as I was saying, are there any other students who would like to volunteer to be placed into a group?" She smiled brightly.

Such a normal teacher.

[IHateMakingNames]

Michael just stared in a daze at the foreign teacher. There was a puma in the school. How could anyone react so passively to that? And now she wanted to paint? It had slipped Michael's mind that he had just skipped his class in Q-111 as he passed by the door to follow this blond teacher. He had to know more about her at this point.

[Krylo]

"Henceforth, Dal, Jay and Dean shall work on all projects together in a group! And 90% of their grade will be based on teamwork!"

As Landry spoke Dalbhach turned in his chair to look back at Dean, then turned his neck to look at Jay, and then once more at Dean, slowly before slumping back down into his chair with a hand raised slightly.

"Actually, I'm quite happy working alone. It's not really an issue, to be honest," his eyes flitted to his side at Sao, a slight smirk perking up at the corner of his lip, "Or, at the very least, I think we might need someone a bit more grounded to help Dean and Jay with their differences... perhaps Miss Sao?"

He did his best to keep the mischievous glee at pulling someone else down with him out of his voice, but somehow he doubted he'd be able to hide it from Professor Landry.

But he believed he still had one Ace up his sleeve, though he'd rather not play it if he could avoid it.

[Overcast]

Jay snapped loudly as if to get Dal's attention and whispered to him,

"Yo, not to cramp the style of your almighty aloofness, but I don't think Professor is going to change her mind on this one and considering we're being graded on teamwork to a pass or fail level I don't know if its a good idea for your first action to be ditching the team..."

Could be paranoia, the fact that Dal was the closest thing he had to a friend in this class, or the growing desperation of being in the same group as Dean. Without anyone else on the team someone was sure to die between them, and the only teamwork he'd have is that they'd be working together to make the Scot's body decompose, with Jay prodding his rotting corpse in the bathtub full of acid.

The days were looking less sunny, but then there was always a catch to such a good thing.

[Dracorion]

"What do I look like? Some kind of Axe-Wielding Sociopath who murders her students in the night for bad test scores?"

"Yes." Jack said, at the same time as the mysterious Ms. Sue. Crap, he hoped that didn't put him in the running for class president.

"One more outburst from you Ms. Sue, and I will take thirty points from Gryffindor!" Professor Landry interrupted, when Ms. Sue tried to protest.

"And you'll spend a week hanging from your toenails in the dungeons!" Jack yelled, cracking up.

While Professor Landry turned her attention to Sean, Jack took his chance and turned to face Ms. Sue, who was sitting three rows behind him. "So, what is your name?" He asked loud enough for her to hear.

Professor Landry declared that Dal, Jay and Dean were to work together on all projects, and her mysterious aura flared up again, and Jack's aura flickered in response as he watched it. That was, perhaps, the most mysterious part about Professor Landry.

A strange force surrounds Professor Landry, it seems to be blocking your senses. Requires further experimentation before any conclusion can reasonably be reached about this force's nature, however.

How could she block his aura reading? Did she know about Jack's ability, or was it just that her block was always active?

He sighed. There was no way he was figuring it out during the class, that was for sure.

"Are there any other students who would like to volunteer to be placed into a group?" Professor Landry asked.

...

Nope, screw it, he already signed up for the Social Club. There was a huge difference between learning to swim by diving straight into the deep end and attaching weights to your feet, wrapping yourself in a sheet and jumping into the Pacific.

[Bard The 5th LW]

"Wait what," Sean said rubbing the back of his head at the teacher's response. This was confusing. She was confusing. And seriously, why did she showe off her damn aura so much! She had to be aware she was doing it, right?

"OK then," he said, still confused "I'll meet you after class, but I don't think I fully comprehended your answer to the other question." Sean actually wasn't sure who was misunderstanding who now.

Pick groups? Probably wouldn't apply to him. He was still hoping for the possibility of a transfer. What could love and fightiology even apply him towards? And Professor Landry really hadn't assuaged his feelings that she was an axe-wielding psycho. Even if she didn't want to kill them, he felt that if he was in a class with Jay and Dean then someone was going to die.

[krogothwolf]

Dean was surprised. The professor certainly had a sense of humour by giving them this grouping.

"Ye certainly have an interesting sense of humour there prof." Dean asked the Professor, "Does this require us to sit together right now? Not sure Jay'll like it that much right now. Yer gonna let us get accustomed to each other first right?"

Dean then leaned back in his chair. Man this is going to become interesting. Though he wasn't really sure what to think of it. He didn't really hate Jay, he just thought it was fun arguing with the guy. Jay's feelings for him though were fairly obvious. Wasn't overly worried about him though, he is just a baseball player after all.

[Riin Whitewind]

"Ahem." The Professor coughed, stifling any remaining laughter, "That, Ms. Sue, is precisely why you're neck and neck with Sao in the race for the coveted title of class president!" She clapped excitedly, as if either of them wanted such a thing.

It took her best for Sao to not grimace. What would that even entail, in a class such as this? The prospect was a chilling one. Myriad imagined horrors paraded behind her eyes as she ruminated on the 'coveted title'.

A saccarine voice interrupted her thoughts, delivering an invitation - no, more of an involuntary volunteering - to join their group of hot-tempered brutes. She smiled back just as sweetly, looking into the emerald eyes of Dal. "A fine offer, but I doubt someone as skillful," she avoided saying manipulative, "as you needs any help. Surely you can keep them from coming to blows without me?"