Head to transfiguration class, M, no sex yet
From Create Your Own Story
You're sitting at the old oak table in Nathan's dorm room, sunlight streaming in through the open window. The scent of chamomile tea fills the air as Nathan places a steaming mug in front of you.
"Thanks," you say, wrapping your hands around the warm ceramic.
Nathan sits across from you, blowing gently on his own mug. "Of course. I figured we could both use something calming before our class."
You nod, taking a cautious sip. The tea is perfectly brewed, subtle floral notes dancing on your tongue. Perks of being roomies with a potions master and a floral genius in the shape and Tyler and Nathan.
"So, how's studying going?" Nathan asks after a moment. His blue eyes are friendly, open. "Feeling ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," you say with a small laugh. "At least two classes have been killing me this term. I swear Professors have it out for us."
Nathan smiles sympathetically. "Relatable. I've been up late every night just trying to wrap my head around some new formulas they decided to make essential reading."
You both sip your tea again. A comfortable silence settles between you.
"You know..." Nathan says after a minute, "part of me wishes I'd taken General Magic instead. Might've been an easier OWL."
You let out a loud laugh at that, nearly spilling your tea. "General Magic? The class everyone calls 'Naptime 101?' No way!"
Nathan chuckles along with you. "Alright, maybe not. But still, Advanced Potions? It has been ridiculously hard."
"Can't argue with that," you say, smiling. You study Nathan over the rim of your mug. For all his studiousness and rules, he really is good company, his laughter warm and genuine.
You talk games and classes as you finish your tea, the conversation easy between you. Until finally the time comes for you both to stretch your legs.
You walk side-by-side with Nathan, the early morning sun glinting off his neatly combed hair. You can't help but smile as he talks about his upcoming potion demonstration, his careful planning and preparations evident in every word, his words tumbling over themselves in his excitement.
"I just know this will be my best one yet," Nathan says, practically bouncing with excitement. "I've been working on this potion for months now, tweaking the ingredients and perfecting the timing"
You nod along, catching the gist of his rambling while admiring the passion burning in his bright blue eyes "Well, with that level of dedication and determination, I have no doubt it will be a success,"
"I've heard that mandrake root is particularly effective in increasing potency,"
"Uhuh?"
"And I have some rare dragon scales that I acquired from my Professor private collection."
"No way?"
"Yes way. I just hope that it hasn't been ruined by that god awful book and it's hard to follow instructions. They really need to update the language for a more modern audience ..."
