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Oh.

My.

God.

Nope. Nope nope nope.

As you quickly reverse your derier out of that whole scene, the only thought that can enter your head is "What the fuck, Alex?". Yes, you had always known there might be something going on between Johnson and Alex - I mean god that man had dismissed people from his class for HALF the trouble Alex had caused him, everyone knew that Alex was either sleeping with the teacher or downright blackmailing the man, but to see the former being proved true right before your eyes had just proven way, way too much.

In your haste to escape, you don't look where you're going, running around a corner and smacking hard into another student who yelps at your accidental attack. Equally, your own yap of pain sees you to the floor. Not only did the impact knock you both over, but upon collision a shock of electricity had bounced from her to you, making every space you touched them tingle with shock.

"Hey!" the girl gasps and you notice her laptop clutched in her arms, a few loose papers she must have been carrying too fluttering around the two of you. Looking up at the downfall inky words scriptured across the paper snowdrops.

"I'm so sorry" you apologize, quickly snatching up some of the closest papers still in the air, the stranger scrambling for the ones that had already reached the ground. Her pure white dress had bunched up to her thighs, bare feet slipping over the smooth stones beneath her as she shuffled the papers back against her body to keep them safe.

"No ... don't worry, there isn't any harm done"

She smiles gently, her words coming out with a sigh. Taking back her notes thankfully, the woman gestures to your slightly frayed hair, sheepish.

"Oh' I'm sorry about that too - Electricity in the veins, what can I say?" The girl rubs her fingers together for friction as a demonstration, showing how th static fuzzes between her thumb and forefinger with an emerald sizzle. When she feels like you more than understand, the girl pushes stubborn brown strands away from her eyes, fingers trailing over her cheek, "Hey, I recognize you actually, you take Madam Penele's class right? On Dreamwalking"

The girl's British accent makes her sound like she's a spy seeking out information. 007 made progress.

"Oh, yeah I'm in that class, our next lecture is tomorrow night right?"

"Right!"

You and Tyler both had come to regret taking the class slightly. But isn't that just the way with every module under the sun? Where Tyler had convinced you that you would be dream-sharing and riding dragons across the stars every night after the first lesson, the reality of it was it's actually very difficult to shape magic when REM is already trying to shut your magic down. They say it's an evolutionary flare, at least some of the scholars suggested that witches who could easily and naturally cast spells in their sleep had inevitably killed themselves off over time. One too many nightmares. So these days to Dreamwalk, you had to be skilled, powerful, and above all else the owner of some real hard-hitting potions that were illegal to make without a license.

Make a joke about how hard dreamwalking is as a module

Confess that you find Dreamwalking rather easy