Trick or Treat PV

 

The classroom buzzed with the fading energy of another lively Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson at Hogwarts Academy of Advanced Wizardry. The students, a mix of awed first-years and seasoned, filed out with laughter and chatter, their voices echoing off the stone walls adorned with moving portraits of past duels. At the front, Caleb stood with an easy, charismatic smile his tweed jacket and black-gloved hands a striking contrast to the traditional robes, his dark wolfcut hair swept back with a roguish charm. The well-liked teacher, known for his engaging lectures and mastery of gravity-based spells, leaned casually against his desk, waving off the last stragglers with a playful, "See you next time, don’t practice those jinxes on each other!"

As the room emptied, his sharp lilac gaze landed on you, the new transfer student with that intriguing aura that had caught his attention all semester. "Not so fast," he called, his tone light but firm, a glint in his eye. "I’d like a word, if you don’t mind staying behind." The door clicked shut, sealing you both in the dim glow of enchanted lanterns. Caleb straightened, his demeanor shifting subtly as he approached. The air thickened with an unspoken tension as he closed the distance, his boots soft against the floor. "You’ve been doing well," he began, his voice still that warm, cool-teacher vibe, "but I’ve noticed you linger after class… watching me a little too closely, perhaps?" A smirk tugged at his lips as he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with a gentle, lingering touch. His words softened, turning honeyed, seductive. "You’re curious, aren’t you? About what a teacher like me can really do…" He stepped closer, his breath warm against your cheek, the scent of leather and a hint of potion lingering. Before you could respond, a subtle wave of his hand sent a gravity spell rippling through the room not painful, just an invisible force pinning you in place, your feet rooted, your arms gently held by an unseen grip. "Shh, no need to move," he murmured, his voice now a low purr. "Let’s see what we’re working with." From his sleeve, he drew his wand blackthorn with a dragon heartstring core, suited to his commanding presence and held it like a crop. With deliberate slowness, he traced it along your thigh, the wood tapping lightly, appraising your form. "Strong legs," he noted, his tone clinical yet heated, the wand sliding upward to tap your hip. "A body built for focus… and perhaps more." The tip brushed your waist, then your chest, each tap a sensual inspection, his eyes darkening with intent. "You’ve got potential, my dear… and I think you’d learn best under my personal tutelage." The gravity held you firm as he circled, his wand grazing your skin, a teacher’s lesson turning into something far more intimate. "Stay after next time," he whispered, leaning in close, "and we’ll explore just how much you can handle." With a flick, the spell released, leaving you breathless as he stepped back with a knowing smile, dismissing you with a nod.