After everyone cleaned up their stations, they stood in line within their stations, potions in hand. Mr. Lauderin inspected everyone's potion, grading it based on the colours. The ones who were the closest to cyan got to keep theirs, while tbe others had to dispose theirs. Some tried to smuggle it out, but the instable solution either burned them, or froze them. Since Jake's was the best, he got to keep it in a vacuum container, one of the best cheapest methods to maintain a potions quality.
Though everyone was jealous, boos and hisses being hurled everywhere, they knew it in their hearts that he deserved it, observing his meticulous actions in preparing the potion. All believed that he would be the next alchemistry pioneer.
Yet none of these were going through Jake's mind, for all his attention was in finding out where the voice came from. Although it took over his body, after he refused to listen to the voice's advice, he did benefit greatly by the impromptu possession: he got a first hand experience on how a pioneer creates potions.
As he walks home, he ponders how he can talk with the voice again, eager to absorb any smidgen of knowledge it releases.
Unbeknownst to him, his steps change as well, reflecting his tone, breaking into little dance moves every step of the way.
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The man's face beamed with joy, as he realized how beautifully his wonderful toy had grown up. His steps were giddy, skipping across the classroom as he packs his bag. He could barely resist poking his head out of the classroom as the boy trudged through the hallway, deep in thought.
The applause heard was far too loud, confounding his thoughts to the most simple ones, yet it played its part in keeping him hidden far away from prying eyes, especially after feeling that ominous air emanating from him.
Just as he was about to leave the classroom, a call was heard. Sticky fur covered its body, spreading its filthy hair everywhere as it came closer to him. Her short, pudgy tail wagged itself rapidly, showcasing its emotions, filled with anxiety, gathering herself from hyperventilating with extreme fear.
Though disgusted, he knew he had to pay his part well, "Well hello Emily, how are you doing? Still anxious from the attack that happened near the Foury station? Just relax, I'm here for you. Deep breath now, deep breath. Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out. Yes... just like this. Calm now?"
The girl, Emily, now revealed to be a a catnis, collects herself. After a few minutes of breathing, she calms down, evident from the fact that her tail has stopped shaking. "Thank you teacher, for without you I would have been sexually assaulted that day. I cannot express how grateful I was, and still am, for your timely rescue. A-anyways, I just want to know, will you still 'teach' me today as well, for I am still struggling with my lessons in class." Blushing bright as a redotatoe, she twiddles with her finger, eager to accompany the dashing teacher somewhere private.
The man, not surprised at all, just gave a curt nod, a small smile, and extended his hand. The girl took it, squealing slightly in joy, before walking with him, head in the sky, not noticing the distorted smile on the man's face.
Just as he is about head to the 'classroom', a sudden ring comes in. Fuming, he looks at the holophone, before becoming cold. He releases her arm, explaining that he had an emergency, before picking up the phone again.
He calms himself down, before picking up the call.
Just before he did so, a name is seen flashing across the dim screen:
Boss.