Mirabel’s Alchemy Study: Practical Potions

October 11, 2025

Date: 2025-10-10 14:02

(Mirabel’s Alchemy Study: Practical Potions)

[Fri Oct 10 2025]

A Musty Basement Lecture Theater
The Plymouth Lecture Theater occupies a windowless space in the basement, its
tiered seating descending toward a worn wooden podium that bears decades of
scratches and water rings. Banks of fluorescent lights hum overhead, though
several tubes remain dark, creating pockets of shadow between the rows of
fold-down seats upholstered in faded burgundy fabric. The walls, painted
institutional beige, show signs of moisture damage near the ceiling corners
where brown stains spread like old maps. A large chalkboard dominates the
front wall, its surface permanently ghosted with the traces of countless
equations and diagrams that no amount of cleaning can fully erase. The
concrete floor slopes gently toward a drain grate near the podium, and the
air carries the persistent smell of chalk dust mixed with something earthier,
more organic. Temperature variations occur without apparent cause – the front
rows often feel noticeably colder than the back, regardless of the season.
Along the rear wall, built-in cabinets with warped doors contain outdated
audiovisual equipment, their locks long since broken, while exposed pipes
running along the ceiling occasionally release metallic sighs that interrupt
lectures at unpredictable intervals.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At King and Lake

Nemi looks over and raises a hand with a smile. “Nemi Ivorstead. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh.” Bekki remembers her manners. It is entirely peer pressure as such an independent thought could never travel across such a smooth brain on its own.

Though she doesn’t move, she raises her head from her hands and successfully slurs out, “Bekki Rothwell-Pierce.” A brief pause as she processes something as hard to understand or articulate as language, then she adds, “Mom says I have to, like, use the whole thing because it’s status or something– Bekki’s totes fine though.”

“Well, let’s just get started. I wasn’t expecting a big crowd on a Friday afternoon, in any case,” Mirabel decides and adjusts her glasses. “Everyone, phones away! Today’s class is about alchemy, and specifically potions. Have any of you ever imbibed a potion before?”

“No one? Really?” Mirabel asks, looking around expectantly.

Peri looks at the critchets chirping.

Nemi shakes her head softly. “Question…. I know I’m supposed to be one of the smart ones here but what does Imbibed mean?”

“I have Miss Kane!” Kai raises his hand and grins at her a little, “It means drunk, dork,” he tells Nemi.

Missing– or ignoring the phones away request, Bekki raises a hand. “Like actual alchemical potions?” she asks of Mirabel. “Like that bitchin shit that makes you feel like a god until you barf?”

Nemi tsks and pulls out and flicks one of those pencil cap erasers at Kai’s head with her finger.

“To drink and ingest,” Mirabel informs Nemi, eyes crinkling with amusement. “Language, young lady!” she adds with a pointed look in Bekki’s direction. “Anyway, potion-making is not simply chemistry for the poor. It is will, distilled into matter. Every drop carries the echo of its maker’s intention! Isn’t that exciting?”

Nemi says “I’ve drunk a truth serum before.“

“I suppose we can call that a type of potion,” Mirabel says and leans forward a little, curling her hands around the cauldron’s rim. “When I was first taught potioncraft, we weren’t allowed to write recipes. We had to taste the outcome and remember it by pain alone. While it’s not the most scientifically robust approach, I happen to think it builds character. And galvanizes the gastrointestinal tract.”

“English is all I know?” Bekki answers innocently, hand on heart, the expression flying right over the blond’s head and out the door.

“Ingesting is when you eat stuff, right?” the train reck asks– How even did she survive childhood?

“That sounds painful. I don’t think I want my intestines to turn in to metal.”

“Based,” Kai nods at Mirabel after she reveals the secrets of her alleged youth, he nods belatedly to Bekki, “Yep, I even have throwing stars,” he lies to her and looks back to Mirabel.

“Well, it’s not a biology class, dear,” Mirabel informs Bekki and lets out a bit of a huff. “No throwing stars in class!” she warns Kai afterwards and continues in a more placid tone, “Witchcraft teaches that no mixture is ever truly safe, and academia insists every mixture is. The truth, of course, sits uncomfortably in the middle. You can read all the books and articles you like, but until you’ve stirred your own intent into something that bubbles back, you’ll never truly understand alchemy.”

Nemi shrugs softly, turning back to face the professor as she pulls out a notebook to start taking notes.

Nemi nods softly and smiles as she starts taking notes.

“Anyway, today we’re going to make our very own potion!” Mirabel reveals and gestures expansively towards the table filled with alchemical ingredients. “Of course, I don’t expect any specific result. We’ll simply familiarize ourselves with the process and the philosophy behind it,” she assures the students. “You’ll each pick one ingredient and then we’ll go over the right way to brew it into something that actually qualifies as a potion.”

Those big green eyes going wide at Kai’s belated responce, Bekki ‘wow’s at the idea. “That’s like so cool. You should show me.” she tells the sardonic man. Then her idealised afternoon comes spiraling down to earth like the preverbial lead balloon as Mirabel instructs no throwing stars in class.

“Aunt Penny tried to get me to help with potions once.” she shares, perfectly content to incidentally disrupt. “It blew up.”

“You can pick any of the ingredients that I’ve brought,” Mirabel continues and sidesteps over to the table. “There’s little notes by each one, describing what effect it can have in a potion,” she goes on and raises her eyebrows at Bekki. “Huh. How about that. Oh–that reminds me that the administration insisted that I provide safety goggles. There are some over there.”

Kai heads over to the table and picks up one of the goggles, he pulls it on and sighs, looking to Mirabel, “Do you have any virgin tears?” he asks, waggling his brows at her.

Bekki staggers her way down to the table with the goggles and slips them on.

“No. I’ve omitted some of the more exotic and advanced components so that we don’t end up transgressing on anyone’s human rights,” Mirabel claims and clears her throat a little. “Let’s go in alphabetical order. Bekki, was it?” she ventures, smiling cheerfully at Bekki. “You get to pick the first one. Remember: never brew with a divided mind! A potion senses hesitation like blood in the water.”

After speaking, Mirabel stoops down to light a small camping stove under the cauldron, which has been hoisted up to make room for that.

“How about the ejaculate of a twice divorced man?” Kai asks Mirabel after his initial ask is shot down.

“So, like, we can pick anything?” Bekki asks Mirabel thoughtfully as she mianders her way to the ingredient table, eyeing everything and clearly becoming overwhelmed by choice.

“Got it.” the blond responds- She randomly picks something, grasping at the datura. “Like this?” and promptly throws it in to the cauldron with all her strength. There’s no attempt at restraint or the slightest hint at controlled application of ingredient- It all goes in.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to supply that on your own by the time you’re in senior year, Mister Ashford,” Mirabel retorts and scrunches her nose at Kai. “For now, the options you have are what’s on the table here. We’re working with the basics.”

Kai sighs a bit as he looks down at the ingredients and rolls his eyes at Mirabel, “If I made you cry I could have virgin tears.”

“Goodness gracious, a sprinkle will do,” Mirabel informs Bekki and plants her hands on her hips. “Datura is a powerful mind-altering herb, so if we put in too much, the potion might cause insanity. We’re not trying to convince somebody that they’re actually a spirit.”

Looking at her empty hands, Bekki smiles at Mirabel in that way of someone who might not understand, but they’re trying their darndest. She files that away.

Leaning in to the cauldron, she looks to the once intact recepticle that contained the datura and shrugs. “Umm.” she decides ponderously slowly. “Like… I don’t think I can get it all out. My bad.”

“Who did all your plastic surgery and is it plastic surgery or fleshforming?” Kai asks Bekki bluntly as he looks her over, hmming, “Is your skin /supposed/ to be that color?”

“We’ll just have to hope for the best,” Mirabel supposes and pats Bekki distractedly on the hand. “Mister Ashford, it’s your turn next. I recommend that one of you select a liquid base or we’ll end up with something more like a potion boullion,” she remarks a little wryly. “And don’t be rude to your classmates.”

“Oh.” Bekki responds to Kai. Completely unabashed, she shares openly, “Like, a bit of both. Aunt Penny did some, Uncle Malcolm did some more when I was in District Eighty Two- And what’s wrong with what color I am? You’re white, too.”

Kai rubs his hands together, “Let’s see…” he grabs olive oil, then some shark oil and finally some saltpeter, “Based. Yeah I’m white but you’re /orange/. You look liked a tanned Simpson’s character,” he tells Bekki and steps back, cradling his ingredients in his arms.

As she speaks, Bekki picks out something else- This time it’s the rosewater. It’s sprinkled in almost absently, Mirabel’s suggestion taken as instruction. She’s even trying to not use it all, look at that, she can learn.

“While you two are waiting for your turn, you can come up here so you can have a closer look at the options on the table,” Mirabel mentions to Nemi and Peri, beckoning them down from the row of seats, having not noticed that Kai took more than one ingredient. “The results of the brew will depend on what we put in it, naturally.”

Peri comes up closer to have a closer look, because she was beckoned and to not come closer would be awkward. She shuffles and peers and tries not to get TOO close becaues she’s already in the splash zone.

“It’s spray tan, dude.” Bekki tells Kai as though that wern’t readily obvious. There’s no comment addressing the rest of the statement, and her words are conversational. She may have missed the tone.

Nemi nods softly, following Peri accordingly as she grabs her notebook and pencil to step closer while watching the potion brewing.

“Oh. Gross!” Kai tells Bekki and takes his ingredients and starts to carelessly pour them together, he tosses them back to the ingredient table out of order once he’s finished and mixes up the potion, “Should I add my blood or spit to this?” he asks Mirabel as he shakes up his potion.

“Should you what–no! Young man, I said one ingredient per student!” Mirabel informs Kai and wags a finger at him. “Too many and we’ll end up with something highly unpredictable. Let’s see–was that saltpeter? Good grief,” she mutters. “Now, while we wait for Nemi to choose her ingredient, we should talk about how to stir properly. It’s starting to heat up.”

“Aunt Penny just picks the cauldron up and turns it.” Bekki (un)helpfully informs.

“Oh are we all making one super potion?” he asks in disappointment, but keeps shaking up his potion, “That’s lame,” Kai complains and looks to Nemi expectantly, hurry up and pick your ingredient, geez.”

Nemi hums softly as she looks over the list. “Datura…. saltpetere…. What else was also added in before?” She asks for clarification.

Kai pours in his concoction and smacks the butt of the vessel to get as much of it out into the cauldron.

With Bekki’s addition of rosewater, the substance has enough liquid in it to begin to bubble a little, and Mirabel takes hold of the ladle sticking out of the cauldron. “That’s unorthodox,” she informs the orange student. “Now, stirring clockwise amplifies the effect, and stirring counter-clockwise is said to prolong the effect instead. You know, another word for counter-clockwise is widdershins. Witches prefer to say that because it sounds more mysterious.”

Nemi sighs softly as she looks over to Kai. She turns back and plucks up the spider silk to add into the cauldron with a soft nod. “Best thing I can think of to add into it…” She states with a soft sigh. “Since someone decided their more important than others and gets to break the rules….”

“Ooh, spider silk! That’ll make the ingredients join together better and enhance each other,” Mirabel explains and smiles enthusiastically at Nemi. She offers her the ladle and continues, “Go ahead and start stirring, dear. Peri, what would you like to add?”

Nemi nods softly, draping in the thread all throughout the mixture she safely drops it in with a firm nod as she starts to stir counter clockwise with a soft hum.

“That’s like, really cool.” Bekki decides as Mirabel speaks. Standing back for Kai and Nemi, she adds, unneededly, “So like, when I twist pidgeon’s heads off I do it widdershins.”

“Yes, if that’s how you prefer to… do that,” Mirabel tells Bekki, looking a little baffled. “If anything, it’ll give you an air of plausible purpose,” she supposes. A bit of steam begins to rise from the cauldron, smelling like rosy farts.

“What’s widdershins?” Kai asks Bekki in confusion.

Both hands raise and Bekki takes a small bottle in hand to physically give a demonstration for Kai’s benefit.

Though the bottle itself is sturdy, Bekki’s grip is more so, and as she performs an anti clockwise motion, the bottle snaps, shattering in two. “It’s like- oops.”

What ever was in the ingredient bottle drifts to the ground as Bekki stands there with the snapped bottle before sheepishly setting it down on the table again.

“Oh so like counter clockwise,” Kai replies and takes a couple of steps back and peers down at the broken bottle, “Nice one,” he tells Bekki, laughing a little.

“For the love of–be careful!” Mirabel insists and reaches for Bekki’s arm to draw her away from the ingredient buffet. “Some of this stuff takes a long time to get hold of, you know. That wasn’t the arsenic, was it?”

“Miss Kane says it’s called that because it’s more mysterious.” Bekki shares, apparently having already forgotten the word. “Widdows shins.” she confirms, butchering it utterly.

Nemi sighs softly as she continues to stir and stir and stir.

“Go ahead and pick the last ingredient, Peri,” Mirabel tells Peri and takes her glasses off to polish them. “And Nemi, pass the ladle to someone else to let them get a feel for it. Don’t let the surface boil violently, and make sure the more solid components are in constant motion.”

Nemi nods softly, she looks between Kai and Bekki, she just turns to Peri and offers it to them once they’ve put their ingredient in.

“I think Peri’s in a coma, can we just like move on?” Kai asks Mirabel, slipping his hands back into his pocket.

Allowing Mirabel to draw her away, Bekki shrugs helplessly. She didn’t bother reading the label.

The train reck does recognize something then, and to prove her attention is well placed tells Nemi, Peri and Kai, “Arsenic is, like, a poison. In eighteen fifty eight in Bradford, which is some place in Briton, a sweet factory accidentally mixed in five pounds of it and it killed like… twenty people.”

Veritable mine of unrelated macabre knowledge, this one.

“Yes, alright,” Mirabel supposes and puts her glasses on again. “Now, if it smells strongly, don’t worry. That means it’ll have a potent effect,” she continues, and the bubbly brew does indeed give off a pungent aroma. “Five pounds?! Goodness. Well, *if* one uses it in a potion, it only takes a drop, and the brewing process ensures that it isn’t deadly.”

Though exceptionally useful to know, Bekki remembers something else, and Mirabel’s brewing advice flows in one ear, slips right off that smooth brain and out the other as the bleached blond adds, pleased she can share something knowledgable, “Napoleon was poisoned with arsenic, too. They proved that in nineteen sixty.”

Kai nods a couple of times to Bekki and Mirabel, he hmms and rocks forward and back on his feet, he looks to Bekki and back to Mirabel, “Just give her extra credit, Miss Kane.”

Nemi finally offers the ladle to Kai hesitantly with a soft sigh as she nods a small bit.

“Nah you stir for me,” Kai tells Nemi and takes a step back, grinning a little.

“Was he? I imagine the list of suspects was rather long,” Mirabel remarks and smiles blithely at Bekki. “Now, we’ve added… let’s see. The datura should bring a strong note of spiritual affinity, especially as much as you put in. Saltpeter will give it a great big jolt of energy when imbibed,” she goes with a pensive squint. “Was it rosewater for the base? That’s often used in love potions, so we’ll see how that turns out

Nemi sighs and then nods softly.

“He added some more stuff.” Bekki tells Mirabel, pointing at Kai. “But I didn’t see what.”

“Olive oil, shark oil and saltpeter,” Kai tells Mirabel, “I think,” he hmms and grins at Mirabel impishly.

“Sheesh. Well, the shark oil will certainly help prevent the imbiber from suffering fright and panic when the effect kicks in,” Mirabel supposes and glances suspiciously into the bubbling cauldron. “Olive oil may… er, help to mitigate some of the furious effects of the sulfur.”

“Maybe we should add some mint, for fresher breath, if we’re making a love potion,” Kai suggests.

“I think we’ve added quite enough,” Mirabel assures Kai and opens her handbag to get out an empty potion bottle. “It should be just about ready. Now, let’s see–yes, we’re still clinging to the pretense of a democracy in this country, so let’s take a vote on who should try the potion. If there’s a tie, I’ll cast the tiebreaking vote at the end.”

“Nemi,” Kai tells Mirabel immediately and stares at Bekki.

“And only students can be voted on!” Mirabel adds.

Peri shakes her head, “Blind vote.”

“Nemi can do it.” Bekki agrees right along with Kai.

Peri shifts a little and says, a bit quieter, “oookay, not blind vote. I vote Kai.”

“Well, well,” Mirabel remarks and grins expectantly at Nemi. “Who do you vote for, Miss Ivorstead? There’s two votes for you!”

Nemi looks about as she winces and sighs softly. Rubbing her face softly. “I’d rather not tie it- if I die I die.” She states and shrugs softly.

Nemi says “I would have voted for kai though.“

Peri says, rather dryly, “She has to vote for herself or Kai.”

“I cant or I might like, barf.” Bekki shares obliviously, that choice made as the bleached blond takes that moment to check her hair. “I still need breakfast ad I got so recked last night.”

“If you vote Peri I’ll change my vote,” Kai tells Nemi after a moment, glancing between her and Peri.

Peri wrinkles her nose and says, “Should you really be admitting that in front of a teacher?” Sort of under her breath.

Peri rolls her eyes so so hard, “If he changes his vote to me then I’ll change mine to her.”

“I hope you didn’t drive home,” Mirabel informs Bekki, wrinkling her nose a little. “Wait, who’s voting for who now?”

Nemi starts slowly losing track of who votes who. “I’m just going to vote myself to get it over with- I’m losing track here as well.” She states and nods softly.

Peri shrugs and says, “Works for me.” then as an aside to Kai, “Clever save there.”

“I’m not allowed to drive.” Bekki explains to Mirabel. “After the last time Mom and Dad sent me to District eighty Two until it all like, blew over.”

Shaking her head to herself, Mirabel carefully dips the bottle into the brew and fills it up with the questionable liquid. “Small blessings,” she remarks to Bekki. “Have you got yourself a dorm room?”

Bekki says “The internet is so bad there.“

Nemi nods softly as she looks down at the potion. She opens the cap and pinches her nose, looking at the faces around her she decides to face Peri just incase of anything. Before she closes her eyes and downs it.

“That’s the spirit!” Mirabel says and gives Nemi a jovial grin of approval. “Now, let it settle in your stomach. Try not to think about the taste.”

Bekki nods to Mirabel Another question she can answer. “I got one, yeah.” she agrees, eyes behind those goggles tracking from Mirabel’s hand with the potion to Nemi as she accepts it.

Nemi BLEHS, immediately almost reching as she starts to almost throw up after downing the bottle. “Oh dear god-” She states. “IT IS IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO!”

Peri asks kind of morbidly curious, “What does it taste like?”

Nemi says “Toilet water from a starbucks or something I don’t know how to describe it…“

“By the moon and stars,” Mirabel remarks through withheld laughter and clasps her hands behind her back, watching Nemi intently. “Do you feel anything yet?”

Peri makes a face and then remarks, “We should have forced Mirabel to drink it.”

Nemi nods softly. “You know the revenge plot of basically every john wick movie….? Sort of like that kind of drive- like I really need to go hunt someone down right now for wronging me….”

Bekki steps back away from Nemi, Mirabel used as a human shield- the demon is alive and well, even if the brain power is lacking. Curiously, the bleached blond waits, safe enough from backsplash if the silver-haired woman vomits to enjoy it. “Does it, like, hurt?” she asks.

“That’s what happens when you brew with ingredients that mix love and passion with anger and fearless strength,” Mirabel explains, looking from one student to the next. “In hindsight, I’m quite relieved nobody picked cinnamon!”

Peri asks, a little uneasily, “What if we had?”

“We may have had to restrain her, especially now since the Me-Too movement,” Mirabel solemnly informs Peri. “Fortunately, young Nemi has never been too unseemly in her affections, so far as I’m aware.”

Peri keeps her eyes on Nemi but asks Mirabel, “But she says she has a revenge fantasy going.”

Nemi shrugs softly. “I’m…. more confused than anything…. I don’t- Like who would I be hunting down…. I know I want to avenge someone but- No Idea who or who I’d go after…”

“Go after that one guy who kicked John Wick’s dog.” Bekki suggests, hands slipping in to her pockets.

Peri asks Mirabel, “So the potion doesn’t set a fixation target just gives the fixation?”

“If you’ve ever been jilted by a lover, I imagine that potion will play on those strings,” Mirabel says and gives Nemi’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “Don’t worry if it’s confusing. This brew was a chaotic mix of ingredients that didn’t follow any recipe. An experienced potionmaker would put together something more pure and purposeful.”

Kai yawns and looks at his phone, “I gotta go, sorry, but this was fun,” he tells Mirabel and waves, then heads off.

Nemi nods and waves as someone leaves.

Nemi sighs softly as she rubs her face. Nodding a bit.

“If we had added something from a particular person, we could have fixed her romantic fury on a target,” Mirabel calmly explains to Peri. “If we wanted to make a more benign love potion, a pubic hair would be necessary, but I don’t think the school board would appreciate that.”

Bekki says “Hot. “

Peri makes a disgusted face, but then asks, “Wait, what if they wax?”

Bekki nods. “I wax.”

“I bet more people do than don’t, ” Peri murmurs.

“Then it’s rather difficult, isn’t it?” Mirabel supposes, grinning. “These are the challenges that one must overcome in potioncraft. If you want to steal someone’s wisdom, you need one of their eyes–and if they haven’t got any, for whatever reason, then you may have to try other methods entirely.”

“You have to make sure you get rid o the evidence and burn it before arcanists can find it.” Ah, something else Bekki can parrot.

Nemi shrugs softly. “Odd…. but magical non the less…” She states and shrugs softly.

Peri tells Nemi, “I appreciate you picking me as the least offensive object of desire though.”

Nemi chuckles softly. “Well it was more, if it was a love potion…..”

“Sometimes alternatives can work; but when it comes to love potions the alternatives are usually controversial!” Mirabel mentions and stoops down to turn off the camping stove under the cauldron. “I think we can say that was it for today’s class, but if any of you have questions, I can stay for a little while.”

Nemi whispers with a smile.

Nemi hums and nods softly. “Are there any potions that helps one develop magic? or gain more control over it?”

“Well, I don’t know of a potion that you can just drink and suddenly learn magic,” Mirabel ventures, pursing her lips thoughtfully while she considers Nemi’s question. “You could brew a potion that gives you clarity and patience to learn better, or one that heightens your connection to the arcane currents that swirl about the world. Still, magic requires study.”

“I think he’s cute.” Bekki interjects in Nemi’s whispering to Peri, completely unabashedly. “But you cant, like, do anything on campus though. There are wards and stuff that make you pass out.”

Peri says, “Well whatever, you can date Kai if you want, he’s kind of obnoxious though.” She gives Bekki a little shrug then tells Nemi, “We should pretend the potion worked and go on a date sometime.”

“Yes, and if I hear of anyone bypassing that rule by using the restrooms in the new student union across the street, I’ll be very disappointed!” Mirabel mentions and waves a finger at the students. “Just because that building is too recent to have been included in our benevolent decency wards doesn’t mean it’s a house of debauchery.”

Nemi sighs softly, shaking her head as she hears that. “hmmm…. I’d be down for that.” She says with a soft smile. “And I feel bad for whoever dates kai. It always ends up horribly.”

Peri taps her finger to her cheek and asks, “Who was he dating when we were at that cafe? Or coffee shop..” She seems to be scrunching her nose, “Sophie right?” Another pause, “They still dating?”

“Why would anyone date him?” Confused, Bekki shrugs, hands still in her pockets. “He’s like one night and left there. I like my dates to be, like, more mature.” because someone’s got to, because that part is not covered by Bekki.

“I’d just use the dorms.” she shares. “They’re totes not warded.”

Nemi shrugs softly as she turns to Peri. “I don’t know anymore, he’s dated at least four people- And I bet double that in sexual body count.”

“They’re not?!” Mirabel asks and squints suspiciously at Bekki. “I’ll have to look into that. If the wards are starting to recede, it’s very worrying. They were put up back in more puritan times and I’m not sure anyone has taken the trouble to renew them.”

“Nope.” Bekki confirms, nodding enthusiastically to Mirabel. “You can do what ever you want there. It’s not on campus. The wards, like, stop at the gates.”

There’s a pause where the wheels turn, and she asks Mirabel, “Debauched is the one where you drink too much and, like, fuck, right?”

“Well, that’s… a version of debauchery, I suppose, yes,” Mirabel ventures, clearing her throat a little. “Worse yet if someone’s got some vampire blood. Then you’re really in for a total departure from decency. You impressionable youngsters should be careful to avoid that.”

“Huh?” Bekki asks. This too goes over her head far too smoothly.

“You can get V anywhere.” Honesty and virtue are things that clearly don’t go together today. “Like, every other student has a dealer on speed dial.”

“That stuff is *not* allowed on these hallowed grounds!” Mirabel informs Bekki and plants her hands on her hips. “Maybe it’s time for another round of dormitory inspections. I’ll have to talk to my colleagues about it.”

Nemi chuckles softly. “I’ll make sure to hide my cat.”

“I imagine there’s far worse things hidden under the beds,” Mirabel tells Nemi and lets out a bit of a huff. “For now, I had better get home. I can clean this up in the morning.”

Nemi nods softly, turning to Peri she smiles softly. “MoonShadow on myhaven. Text sometime, I really would’nt mind that date at all, look forwards to hearing from you.” She says as she places the goggles down neatly on the table before wiggling her fingers and heading out.

“Cavity searches.” Bekki nods, leaping to the worst conclusion.

If she wern’t so very dim she may realise that she’s just ruined any possible chance at evading tutorial intervention. She may also recognize that she’s just just ratted out the entire student body on accident.

“I’ve not got anything.” Bekki declairs with pride. “I’ve not had time to find anything yet.”

“I think I speak for all of the faculty when I say we’d prefer not to have to resort to cavity searches,” Mirabel informs Bekki, making a face. “So do try to behave yourselves.”

“And try to wear some pants to class next time,” Mirabel adds with a sideways look at Bekki while she steps towards the door.

dropping her own goggles, Bekki suggests to Peri, “She’s bigger than you. I bet she’s a dom.” Then Bekki, too leaves, closing the door behind her.

There’s a shreak though– The blond having trapped that too long mane of locks in the door. A thump as she rebounds, the door unlatches, Bekki is seen again briefly as she frees her hair, then closes the door again, then she finally makes it out without a concussion.