Mary's life hadn't been easy. She had lost both her parents in a horrible accident, when she was barely a year old. She had been sent to live with her Aunt and Uncle, who had only begrudgingly took her in.
They had never shown much warmth for her through years. Making her childhood very lonely. When she was 12, she'd found out that she was a witch. Her life had been changed forever. She started going to a school for witches. She had made friends, and finally found some real happiness.
It had been 6 years since she had started the wizarding school. This would be her final year at school. She looked forward to nothing more than being there. So knowing this was it, made preparing to leave, exciting and bitter sweet at the same time.
She stood looking in the full length mirror, admiring how the new school uniform was looking on her. She had filled out quite a lot physically, since she ordered her uniform.
Her breasts pushed against the buttons on her white blouse. Cleavage spilling out in front. Her skirt seemed entirely too short, coming only to mid thigh. She sighed and thought to herself, nothing to do about it now, for she leaving tomorrow for school. She went to bed, wondering about her final school year, hoping it was going to be unforgettable.
The next morning couldn't have started any worse. She arrived to the train station the next morning too late. Her Uncle was the one giving a ride to the station, to catch the train. Never letting the opportunity pass, to needle her. He purposely took too long getting ready, too long eating, then continued to take one wrong turn after another. She had missed the train.
Just as she was beginning to panic, she'd her name spoken behind her. She turned to see standing there, one of her professors from school. Professor Black, but more commonly, he was known as the Sorcerer.
"Professor Black, thank goodness. I missed the train to school." Mary cried out. Professor Black took a moment to respond. He was so caught up with looking her up and down. He seemed a little befuddled.
"Professor?" With that he seemed to snap out of it and focused back to her face. "No worries Mary, you will ride with me, in my carriage." Mary felt a thrill of fear chase through her body. Professor Black was an exceptional looking man, but he also had a dark dangerous aura around him.
He stood well over 6 foot, he had black hair, with dark green eyes, that seemed able to see through you, straight into your heart.
"Are you sure professor? I don't want to impose." Mary questioned, Black seemed amused, again looking her up and down slowly, he finally answered "No imposition at all. In fact I am rather looking forward to it."