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Jamie stared down at the paper in front of her. Her heart seemed to hammer away in her chest as she tried to fully grasp the red writing at the top of the page. It was almost like it was written in some foreign language, but even then it wouldn't have filled her with the sense of dread she now had. The paper had been a test she had taken, and the writing was her final grade. 47%. It was abysmal, catastrophic and entirely impossible. She had never failed a test before. Not one, ever. That was part of her thing, perfect gades across the board. It had to be a mistake.

She had it planned out, after class, she would hang back and present her test to the professor again. He would see the error and correct it. Maybe he had simply been over tired and wrote a 4 instead of a 9. Or maybe he was just out of his fucking mind. either way, she would not stand for it.

Once class ended Jamie hung around as she planned. The other students filed out and before long she was left alone with Professor Woodman. She had waited by the door so as to not arouse any suspicions, from her professor or the other student's, a plan that seemed to work brilliantly. With everyone gone she gently closed the door, and took a deep breath, releasing it as she approached his desk.

"Professor... I think there has been an error." She said bluntly as she neared him. She hadn't even waited for him to respond before she thrust the paper down, and looked at him expectantly. "It... It says I failed."

 

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Bartholomew leaned over his podium as he explained that the next class period would begin the class's section on hexes and other lesser magics. He smiled up at the class and reminded them again that he would remain behind if any of them had any questions. This was routine, at this point, and it marked the end of class as much as the bell did. Still, he repeated himself day in and day out. These were his students, and maybe if one of them was struggling...

Part of him wanted to grab his bag and just walk out. These wretches, expecting to be spoonfed the very same information he had slaved in his father's domain to learn. They didn't appreciate the subtleties and the mastery involved.

Bartholomew heard the gently mocking laughter echo through his skull, and he gripped the sides of his podium until his knuckles turned even paler than they normally were. He almost didn't hear the student approaching, so caught up was he in trying to dispel the mad cackling.

Professor, I think there has been an error. It says I failed.

Snapping his black and red eyes open, Bartholomew was met with a sight that nearly made him queasy. The long, silky brown hair and the narrow nose. Her eyes were a different shade of green, but they were still green enough. Reminded him too much of her.

Any words of support caught in his throat, and he cleared it harshly.
"No, miss... Redwood," he knew the name in passing. It was an old family of witches and wizards, famous for their glory days as clerics and healers.

"...there is no mistake. You failed to grasp anything beyond the most basic fundamentals of the material. You can only ride the coattails of your family name so far, you see. Now is the time when you have to actually put forth some effort."
 

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She froze for a moment, staring at her professor with a look of confusion. She had heard what he said, his words. And she had understood their meaning but somehow she couldn't believe it. He had to be wrong, even now as his red eyes seemed to pierce her. He was wrong, there was no way she failed, and no way she had any issue grasping these lessons.

Beyond that though was the sting of his words. The cold and sharp cut they left on her pride. Riding the coattails of her families name? How dare he. Did he have any idea who he was talking to? She opened her mouth to speak but found herself choking on her words. It wasn't common for people to speak to her in such a way, and it had caught her off guard.

Pr-Professor? I Think your mistaken sir. I mean that with all due respect. But..." She stumbled over her words now, her own befuddlement showing plain as day. She had wanted to tell him off, but she was better than that. She had been taught to be respectful, but that only went so far.

"And I do not need to ride the coattails of my family. I'll have you know that I am a gifted witch."
 

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[tom=https://i.imgur.com/xuv0mY6.jpg]"A gifted witch?" He doubted that. She might think she was talented, that she was just oozing with power and skill in the arcane. She was so confused, so sure that he was the one at fault. She probably thought he was inept or perhaps cruel. But she didn't know cruelty.

Bartholomew felt the mocking laughter rise up in his skull once again. His father. He scrubbed his face momentarily, looking back at Jamie with a barely contained sneer. "Well if that's the case, then a demonstration of your power should be in order."
He laced his next words carefully with magic, letting the coercion of his father's domain flow forth with every syllable. He wouldn't do anything to drastic. Just bruise her ego, show her how truly inept she was.

"Have a seat on the floor miss Redwood, if you please."
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She had been prepared to show him how powerful she was. She had even expected a test to prove her worthiness would be in order. Even as he spoke she had begun to draw her wand, pulling it from the pocket of her sweater vest. Everything in her mind was prepared to teach him that she was not just a name, that like her ancestors, she was a prodigy in the magical arts. However, she would not get this chance.

"Have a seat on the floor miss Redwood, if you please."

His words were like vice grabbing hold of her. The request was simple and somehow demeaning but she could not resist. "Yes professor." Without a moment of hesitation, she sat dow on the floor tucking her skirt neatly under her and bringing her legs to fold beside her. For a moment even after she looked up at him expectantly, as if under a spell.

Jamie blinked as the effects of the command wore off. She couldn't figure out what had happened. Why she had simply obeyed without a care the words he had spoken. What sort of trickery was this?

"I.... What?...." She stammered unable to think of anything to say.

 

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[Tom=https://i.imgur.com/xuv0mY6.jpg]She was so weak. So pathetic. Her haughtiness was clearly just a front to hide the fact that deep down, Jamie knew she was worthless as a mage. Even if she didn't want to admit it to herself.

He smirked as he stepped around his podium and moved closer to Jamie. His red eyes tracked her every movement as he began to circle. The laughter in his head was louder than before and was accompanied by whispers now. His father, Sitri, telling him to knock away Jamie's pedestal. Make her fall, put her in her place.

"Obedience looks good on you. I think some structure and discipline could help your grades. Some one on one tutoring, as it were."
Sitri's influence was strong now, the demon prince's words coming through his son's lips. More magic lacing his voice. "Bow your head to the floor, if you please."[/Tom]
 

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Bow your head to the floor, if you please."

Again his voice gripped her and she was compelled to obey. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she cast her gaze to the floor. She was ashamed and powerless. There was no explanation for what was going on, None that she could muster anyways.

While she could not understand what in particular was wrong, she knew that she must fight to escape this. She needed to get out of here, regroup and try again. Moreso though, she needed to not let him see her cry. Jamie Struggled against the command, forcing her mind to the single task of escape. Everything she had, demanded she get away.

With a final sob, she managed to break the spell of will that held her in place and rose to her feet. She was unable to meet her professor's gaze as she turned sharply on her heels and fled the classroom. She wanted to be away from him, and bever come back.

Little did she know that she would return

 
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