An Artist's Dream. (Closed to oOBubblesOo and Severusx)

[Artificial Sugar]

Atropa Trist was excited to finally be on campus. She'd moved all her things into her dorm room just the day before, and had finished setting everything up at around midnight.


She had two other roommates, and both girls seemed nice, as well as quiet, which was perfect for her.


It was an art college, so most other students were like Atropa, and would rather have a painting party than an actual party. It was perfect.


Today was the first official day of classes, though most students only had three or four, since they were all art related.


Atropa would be taking painting, sculpting, anatomy classes, and traditional drawing.


Her first class was painting, one of her favorite things to do in her free time. When she entered the classroom, it was much different than a typical college. There were two rows of clean canvases and stools, though students had been instructed to bring their own supplies.


Atropa had gone out and bought the best paints and brushes she could find, even though it was half of her savings.


As she made her way to a stool, Atropa hummed under her breath, smiling, just happy to be here.


Taking a look around the room, Atropa jumped when she spotted a young man in the back of the room, someone she hadn't noticed before.


"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't realize someone was in here." She said, laughing nervously as she chose a canvas.

 

[Psychedelia]

Adam Reid had been up for hours now, preparing for his first day at college. The teaching job was new, as he had just gotten his degree, and he was quite anxious.


He wanted everything to seem under control, but, thus far, things were not going as planned.


Even having gotten up early and arriving at work as early as he was allowed to, there was still a lot to be done before classes commenced.


Now, it was just minutes before his first class was set to begin but he was too fixated on his preparation to even notice.


So, instead of standing at the door for introductions like he had planned, Adam remained near the back of the room, sorting supplies and gathering what he would need to show the class examples.


Hearing a feminine voice from over his shoulder, he turned to face her, a soft smile quickly forming on his face.


"Well, where else do you expect to see a professor but in his own room?" He responded lightly.


With one hand full of brushes and the other holding a container of water, he walked past her to his desk and set the few things down.


Once he had returned to the back of the room, he paused, turning back to speak to the girl.


"I can see you are very dedicated to your work," He commented, judging from the high quality supplies she had with her. "I'm Professor Reid, if you hadn't already assumed... And you are...?"

 

[Artificial Sugar]

Seeing how young he was, she was surprised to learn that he was the professor.


A slight blush appeared on her cheeks, embarrassed that she had thought he was a student.


He was probably the youngest professor in the school.


"I suppose it makes sense for you to be in here, then." She said, laughing quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect the professor to be so young."


And good looking, she thought to herself, studying him.


"I love art." She replied, nodding as she put her own things down.


"Oh, I'm Atropa Trist." She told him, smiling as she ripped the plastic from her brushes, feeling the soft tips happily.


She couldn't hide her excitement at using her new equipment.

 

[Psychedelia]

The longer his eyes remained on the young girl, the harder it was to keep his eyes off of her.


Everything about her was magnificent; her physical features were bold, yet, feminine, sweet... And her passion for art was already deeper than he would expect from anyone her age.


If only I would be so lucky as to have you as my muse...


Upon further thought, Adam was furious with himself for having such thoughts about a student.


After all, this was merely his first year -- a spot in which he barely landed in the first place -- so he needed to focus on keeping his career rather than ending it; a task that was certainly easier said than done.


Smiling widely as a response to her stated love of art, the young professor slipped his hands into his pockets, continuing to listen intently as his new student spoke.


As she gave her name, he held back several comments that immediately rushed his thoughts.


Instead, he chose to clear his throat and simply offer up the best he could do with appropriate teacher lines.


"Well, Miss. Trist, it was nice to meet you," he stated, grabbing a final few items, "I have a feeling I'll be seeing outstanding work from you this year," he said with a smile, heading back to the front of the room.


@SeverusX