- Messages
- 52
- OOC First Name
- Birdie
- Sexual Orientation
- Heteroflexible
- Wand
- Knotted 12 Inch Flexible Redwood Wand with Mermaid Scale Core
- Age
- 4/2017
The new professor could never express her gratitude for the common room - more importantly the coffee. Anzhelika had successfully taught her first lesson earlier that week, but forgot that after assigning homework she would have to mark it. Leaning to her side as she walked, the woman had carried a hefty pile of assignments mixed with research materials from her office - which was a surprisingly long trek. Anzhelika wished she finished marking earlier, but she somehow managed to leave it aside, she truly wanted to be a prompt and organized professor but it seemed to be harder than expected; although it was only mid-morning leaving the professor a couple hours to work. Making her way into the safe haven Anzhelika sighed of relief; no students, no excess noise, and no distractions. Walking over to a small wooden table, she gently placied her papers down and eyed up the plush looking chair sitting next to it. As if routine Anzhelika mindlessly meandered her way to the kitchenette. Her need for caffeine suddenly very intense. The woman did realize her reliance was almost unhealthy, but indulging while she started a new profession seemed appropriate enough for her to treat herself.
Filling up the kettle, the woman prepared the French press with a heavenly smelling dark roast. In all honesty, any coffee would've smelt heavenly. Grabbing a rather large mug, Anzhelika was eager to sit and start marking - her personal, and rather high expectations weighing on her mind. Once her coffee had been pressed, she took the steaming dark liquid over to her seat. The professor was grateful to only be teaching one class each term, after meeting her third years Anzhelika couldn't wait for her next lesson. She had heard a few of them to be troublemakers, but as long as they were obedient in her class the Pakistani woman didn't mind. Taking a luxurious first sip, Anzhelika let out a very content sigh. Sadly placing her mug down, the woman needed to finish her marking; it was important to her that her students felt well respected. Dipping her quill with some navy ink, Anzhelika started scribbling away.
Filling up the kettle, the woman prepared the French press with a heavenly smelling dark roast. In all honesty, any coffee would've smelt heavenly. Grabbing a rather large mug, Anzhelika was eager to sit and start marking - her personal, and rather high expectations weighing on her mind. Once her coffee had been pressed, she took the steaming dark liquid over to her seat. The professor was grateful to only be teaching one class each term, after meeting her third years Anzhelika couldn't wait for her next lesson. She had heard a few of them to be troublemakers, but as long as they were obedient in her class the Pakistani woman didn't mind. Taking a luxurious first sip, Anzhelika let out a very content sigh. Sadly placing her mug down, the woman needed to finish her marking; it was important to her that her students felt well respected. Dipping her quill with some navy ink, Anzhelika started scribbling away.