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"I suppose I could begin back when everything first started- I used to think I was a squib in my family until I turned fifteen- that's when I first manifested magic."
"Deek knows parts of this story well- Professor Fig then brought Anon to Hogwarts-?"
I smile subtly upon remembering my old Magical Theory mentor,
"Actually, my parents when Fig beforehand- so I guess it was destiny that we'd spent the following year rediscovering ancient magic and fighting the nastiest of foes-"
The house elf wrinkles his ears,
"-And saved many peoples and creatures-"
"Yes, that too- I made a lot of friends and I found a pleasant home at Hogwarts- or at the very least, this personal quarters of the Room of Requirement-"
I say with a sigh-
Deek gives me a curious expression,
"Deek is now intrigued as to why Anon has not been very happy as of late."
I stretch my arms as I lie back onto the silk green couch,
"You already know that the last two years at Hogwarts were relatively peaceful- besides the occasional summer breaks to clear out the remaining goblin and poacher forces-"
The old house elf sits up on the chair facing against me,
"Perhaps Anon feels aimless- especially since his parents do not see him very often and remains at Hogwarts despite graduation last summer-"
I form a frown, "I wouldn't say aimless- I did have a lot of choices- Professor Weasley and Hecat suggested I become an Auror or Hit Wizard- Professor Bowin and Poppy said I should try being a Magizoologist- Kogawa and Imelda practically begged for me to pursue a career in Quidditch-"
"Deek thinks Anon's choice to assist the school and the highlands is quite a noble task-"
Deek says with a small smile-
I get up with an agitating look,
"No offense Deek, but maybe I don't want to spend the rest of my life stuck here doing the same things I've been doing for the last three years-"
After seeing Deek's face, I settle down and say solemnly,
"I'm sorry Deek- I didn't mean to say it that way-"
Deek nods, "Deek perhaps does not understand- but perhaps Deek can reach out to those who can help Anon."
I then suddenly remember something important,
"Hold on- I haven't checked my owl for ages- any messages from my old classmates?"
Deek pulls out a bundle of letters,
"Indeed- Deek himself almost forgot- Shall I contact the professors for your advice?"
I ponder for a moment, "Sure... but not Professor Binns and definitely not the headmaster-"
The house elf muses this for a moment,
"Deek shall return before noon- oh, and perhaps Anon could feed the beasts of our vivarium by then?"
I give him a reassuring look before patting his small shoulder contently,
"Thank for this talk Deek- it's good to open up about certain feelings sometimes."
Deek smiles at this before disapparating.
...
It's probably for the best that Deek doesn't know about my more... questionable deeds-
As a former Slytherin, I definitely am ambitious- at least when it comes to galleons-
Deek just thinks I make an earning by running Stitches and Droughts in Hogsmeade- when most of money comes from selling magical creatures at Brood and Peck and from looting-
But I don't consider myself a thief- at least not anymore-
Back in my fifth year I used to rob indiscriminately- but now I only take from those I come into conflict with-
Usually, the leftover goblins and poachers still in the region- besides, it's not like they're going to need money or other belongings after I kill them-
It's not that I purposely try to kill them, but in the heat of battle I sometimes use a few unforgivable curses- or set them on fire, summon lightning and launch debris at them-
Ok, maybe that's a little overkill- but they don't always make capture an option- which some like Officer Singer don't believe-
But whenever I come across a giant spider or any Inferi, I burn those with fire-
I sigh as I feed Highwing, the phoenix and the other magical birds within coastal vivarium-
I can't keep all the creatures cooped up here forever... including myself.
As I move to the grassland's vivarium, I remember the bundle of letters Deek gave me-
Perhaps Poppy could help me relocate every creature to their natural habitat- and I really don't need any more galleons-
I give a momentary glance over at the thousands of galleons collected in a private vault within the room of requirement-
I could honestly never need to work again if I spent the money wisely, but I wouldn't know what to do with all that time on my hands...
After feeding the thestral, toad and Hazel the unicorn I sit back down on my couch and open up the first letter-
Anon...
It's been a while, hasn't it?
I've been spending the past year helping Anne around Feldcroft-
She hasn't forgiven me for what I've done- not that I deserve to be forgiven for what I did- but we are on speaking terms at least, even if it is not exactly good terms.
Ominis is visiting us at the moment- he's kept in touch despite everything-
Perhaps you can come over by the summertime?
Sebastian
It has been a while since I've had a true talk with Sebastian... he spent the last two years at Hogwarts quietly just doing his best to do what he can to help Anne and himself after the terrible mistake he made...
Sometimes I wonder if I could've done more... but I didn't exactly discourage Sebastian from using the unforgivable curses... Perhaps it was best for us to not be friends anymore...
The next letter gives me a little more happiness,
Hi Anon!
It's been too long since we've seen each other! How's Highwing doing? I still need to see this vivarium you mention-
Right now, I'm helping the centaurs with a few troubles they're having with the 'special birds' since they need a better habitat to live in-
Are you doing anything as of late? I would love to see you again!
Love Poppy
I haven't seen Poppy in a long time too- although we are still on good terms- actually, over the past two years while we were liberating creatures all over the highlands, she did seem interested in having a closer relationship- which conflicted with my thoughts of seeing her as a little sister-
But maybe it would be good to see her again, especially if I plan to return all the magical creatures back into the wild-
The following message looks to be made out of a different material and it reads:
Anon
How has life been in the highlands, friend?
I myself have been enjoying the wide-open fields of Matabeleland once again in my favorite form-
However, I'm afraid our efforts to eliminate the poachers in Europe has led them to spread their foul presence to places such as this.
If you're willing, I would not mind your assistance in clearing off a number of these persistent foes once and for all.
Then perhaps we can both enjoy the open plains together?
Natsai
I already knew Natty's returned to her original homeland and hearing about her having poacher problems there too is troubling-
But after the fallout with Sebastian and Ominis, she's the witch I hung out the most with- she even taught me a few things in the past few years- including how to achieve my own Animagus form-
And I am tired of being cooped up in Hogwarts- so maybe I'll consider her proposal-
Speaking of which, the next two letters address my concerns:
Hello Anon!
I have been heeding your advice- and am currently exploring the wider magical world for the chance to find great treasure and adventure!
And since you were the one who guided me to do more than just stare at the sky all the time, I was thinking you could join me as some point, preferably if I find myself in major trouble!
Hope to hear from you soon,
Amit
I chuckle to myself, I never thought he'd actually do that- and I'll probably need to see him in order to make sure he doesn't end up in some dangerous place-
The last letter surprises me most:
Anon!
You haven't messaged me in forever! Did you die or something? Because you promised to send letters after graduation, and I haven't gotten a single one!
I haven't let that bother me- but the Holyhead Harpies haven't accepted me yet, and somehow you are preventing me for being allowed into one of the greatest Quidditch teams in the Wizarding world!
So, if you don't either message me or visit Holyhead soon, I'll track you down and snap your broom in half!
Talk soon,
Imelda
I knew I was forgetting something- and if she found out I forgot she might actually kill me-
Ever since Professor Black brought Quidditch back, the last two years at Hogwarts have mainly resulted in Imelda and I practically carrying the Slytherin team as chasers-
Unfortunately, I didn't have the same want to do Quidditch for a living so we sort of drifted apart from there... and I should definitely find some time to visit her-
Right as I finish reading the letters, Deek apparates into the room and says quickly,
"Professor Weasley is available for a talk with you during her lunch break, Anon-"
I get up and get my elegant emerald robes on,
"Is there also anyone else who was willing to offer me any advice?"
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"Hello Anon- Deek tells me you've been reassessing a few things lately- how can I help you?"
Matilda Weasley says calmly as we sit together in her office-
I give her a truthful look before she continues,
"There's nothing wrong with wanting more in life- and given your status as a local hero around the region, I find it understandable to want more as I once had the career of a curse-breaker."
I lower my eyes before responding,
"I don't really know what I want... but I do need to make a change don't I? I'm not exactly sure I want to keep being everyone's assistant here."
Professor Weasley smiles a little, "You have done many great services to the school for nearly three years now- perhaps it's time that you gave more focus on your own needs."
I rest my arms against the table and sigh,
"How can I find some kind of meaning now if I couldn't find it back when I graduated?"
The deputy headmistress passes me a confident smile,
"Sometimes we don't know what we're looking for until we muster the courage to look for it- and heeding the advice from my colleagues is a start."
I rub the back of my neck nervously,
"So where do I start?"
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"Mister Anon, allow me to be frank will you for a moment: I am not a career counselor- and why come to me now and not, perhaps last summer?"
Professor Sharp says bluntly as I enter his empty potion classroom-
I form a anxious expression, "I'm having a bit of a reevaluation of everything and... I was hoping you could give me some solid advice in advance-"
Sharp reluctantly gets up and crosses his arms,
"You want solid advice? Here's some: don't pursue a career as an Auror, don't get overconfident in whatever job you accept, and don't work here- does that work for you?"
I gulp before replying, "It sort of does- sir."
The Potions professor sits back down at his desk,
"Good- now get out before my next class gets here- and by the way, next time go to Hecat if you really need career advice that bad."
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"Er... hello Professor-" I say openly as I spot the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor heading to her classroom-
"May I talk to you for a moment-? I promise It'll be brief."
Upon noticing me Hecat smiles, "Oh yes- Anon- one of the best students I used to teach- how can I help you?"
"I have been thinking about leaving the castle to find a new life for myself- is there anything you think I should look for?"
I ask meagerly-
Hecat frowns before saying, "That's a tricky question to answer- my recommendation for working at the ministry is still true- but don't waste your time looking for the most unknowable secrets of the world... it's better to be living in the moment, trust me..."
I hold my hands behind my back,
"I'm sorry if I opened up any old wounds-"
Hecat chuckles a little, "Old wounds- I don't mind- I've come to peace with my past- for how short it feels- and if you want to know more about living in the moment, I know one professor who has no trouble there!"
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"Anon! It's been too long! How have you been?"
Professor Ronen says loudly as I approach his office-
"I'm doing alright... I just feel... stuck."
I say solemnly.
Ronen gives me a slightly concerning glance,
"What is wrong? Are you feeling unsure about something in your life?"
I lean against a blank wall,
"I'm not saying I hate what I do here... but is there more I could be doing? I haven't gotten bored of saving magical creatures or helping others- and still I feel empty."
The Charms professor strokes his beard before replying,
"I'm sure some of your friends could help you adjust with adult wizarding life-"
"I haven't exactly been keeping in touch with a whole lot of them since graduating..."
I say awkwardly-
"But I promised myself to change that- and the only trouble I'm having now is some missing part of myself I don't understand- so I decided to reach out to you."
Ronen nods, "I might be able to relate to your predicament- a long time ago I was once a young wizard like yourself eager to find meaning- and I did, after trying out every magical game that existed, I found my true calling."
I looked at him curiously,
"Somehow all those games led you to teaching here-?"
"Oh no- that's how I met my wife- and what I learned from the fun side of life is to find balance between what I like and what I can contribute meaningfully- which eventually led me here!"
Ronen says proudly-
I stand up and glance at him doubtingly,
"No offense, but I'm not sure I can spend half my life going from small job to job until I get fortunate enough to find something good- if only I find my dream career sooner-"
Ronen ponders this briefly,
"I suppose it's not impossible- after all, Professor Garlick got the Herbology position nearly right after she graduated! Maybe you can figure out how she did it."
I flush before uttering in a small voice,
"I should ask Professor Garlick for some advice-?"
Ronen shrugs nonchalantly,
"Why not? I heard she's not busy tonight- and she loves to help former students a lot more than most would- you should go for it!"
I couldn't agree more, but for completely different reasons-
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For the longest time, didn't really think I'd ever be completely awestruck about any other witch or wizard-
That is until I laid eyes upon a very beautiful redhead professor when I first arrived at Hogwarts three years ago-
Of course, I never believed I had an ounce of a chance to get with such a bombshell, but I certainly shared an impossible crush that many students formed-
And you'd think being completely enamored with the Herbology professor would've meant I'd never pass her classes, but my desire to see her actually gave me more reasons to dedicate my time to magical plants than I would have with any other professor-
And the only thing that complimented her more than her looks is her sunny personality and attitude- it's almost like she was born out of a flower garden... so maybe she can help in some sort of way-
Upon graduating, I still found some time to help around whenever she needed assistance, but I certainly didn't want to give myself imaginary ideas by hanging out with her so much-
And she most certainly hasn't withered over time- she still looks as radiant as ever- her beautiful green eyes perfectly matching her twin long braids of hairs flowing down her voluptuous figure-
"Erm... Anon? Are you feeling, ok? You're having one of those blank moments you used to have in class."
Professor Garlick comments aloud, making me blink before I stammer,
"Professor Garlick- I apologize for getting lost in thought- I was just hoping to talk to you about some things I'm going through at the moment-"
The youthful witch sighs,
"I understand the feeling sometimes... I get lost in thought when I tend to my gardens... speaking of which, have you seen my flutterby bushes I have planted recently? They're blooming right now-"
The Herbology professor then points my attention to a couple of colorful and exotic bushes letting out some unique smells-
I take in a few sniffs before saying,
"I got the scent of some sea water and a new notebook-"
Garlick smiles earnestly, "Oh good! good! Some of my newer students had a hard time paying attention again... I don't know why..."
I quickly change the subject, "As I was saying, I need some guidance on how to figure out a better life for myself- and since you've been one of my favorite professors, I-"
Professor Garlick cuts me off and says happily,
"And you were one of my favorite students! Most had trouble with all the field assignments but not you Anon! I would love to help you in any way possible- let's discuss this further in my office, shall we?"
I look around the greenhouse and glance as the slowly descending sun,
"It's getting late- maybe we can talk after dinner-"
Garlick gives me an assertive look,
"Why not just dine with me tonight-? The school's having another meat-based menu and I have my own ingredients for salads and pasta- if you'd be interested of course."
I should probably insist on talking to her another time- no need to get any crazy ideas now-
...
"So why am I one of your favorite former professors, Anon? Is it the subject or something about me-?"
Garlick asks curiously as I finish my salad-
"Well... a bit of both actually- you really made me like Herbology a lot more than I would've with anyone else- I mean, I love history, but Professor Binns made me fall asleep every class."
I respond anxiously-
Garlick smiles a little, "I understand that feeling... now what is troubling you-? I'm sure I can help."
I give her a nervous look, "I don't think you can help me- I just feel like I'm missing something- how can I find something I've never known-?"
"Oh dear, you are overly stressed about the littlest things- how about some lukewarm tea to stimulate your senses?"
Garlick says endearingly-
I nod before she hands me a cup where does help me to stop fidgeting a little...
The Herbology professor would then invite me to sit on the couch while she faces me sitting on a chair and she proceeds to ask,
"So, your deep desire for monetary and fancy things comes from your distant relationship with your family?"
I sigh as I relax my shoulders, "I suppose them always working makes it hard to make any personal connections... and after everything that happened to Professor Fig- and not keeping in touch with Sebastian- it's easy to cut off..."
Garlick runs her hands together, "You poor thing- haven't you got former classmates like Miss Sweeting and Onai?"
I shiver a little as Garlick casually plays with her long braids,
"I used to be close to them- but..."
I trail off until Garlick studies my face closely,
"Oh? Did you get scared of something more happening-?"
I cross my legs and stammer, "Just nonsensical thoughts- it's not that important-"
Garlick leans forward, resting her hands on my folded legs, making me stiffen and stifle-
"Of course it's important! It's not healthy to ignore your upmost feelings and emotions."
I tremble as I feel her large bosom hover mere inches over my groin,
"A-and you know about that from- personal experience-?"
Garlick takes her hat off before glancing at me slyly,
"I sometimes traverse the ways of certain kinds of means to bring happiness to others... such as the pleasures of the flesh~"
She finishes her statement by slowly guiding my legs apart, until she eyes my tented erection pointing directly at her-
I attempt to cover it, only for Garlick to run her hands down my legs until she reaches my groin area, making me grip the sides of the couch-
"I'm not exactly surprised about this- but... I am impressed with the result..."
Garlick marvels before her hands begin to run along my tented length-
I grit my teeth and respond, "Professor Garlick- what are you-?"
She shushes me with her right hand as her left circles over my erect member-
"Please call me Mirabel~"
This has to be some sort of dream...
..
.
Hopefully I never wake up-
Garlick continues to stroke my aching manhood through my pants until I utterly aloud,
"Please- please take my pants off-"
Her hands seize the sides my pants before she coos,
"Anything for my favorite former student~"
Garlick gasps once she pulls my undergarments to my knees, allowing my girthy cock to smack against her left cheek,
"Oh my~ what a specimen- how often do you wank off-?"
I stifle a groan as Mirabel rubs her palm against my tip as her other hand strokes my length mesmerizingly,
"At least once a week-ngh!"
The older redhead drools over the top of my cock, allowing the warm saliva to coat my member before she purrs,
"That's clearly not enough silly! All this wanton desire going to waste... I'll help you get better dear~"
She leans closer and pecks my tip briefly, before I manage to gasp out,
"What do you-? Ahh~"
Professor Garlick closes her eyes before opening her mouth and sliding my dick past her beautiful lips-
How to describe it-? A warm tightness... one mixed with even more warm saliva and the twitching feeling of her tongue lathering around my tip-
She manages to fit half of my member down before she chokes as it hits the back of her throat-
I'm still struggling to comprehend the entire situation, which by itself already has my thing close due to how impossible everything feels...
Upon reaching a slow rhythm of her slowly inching the remaining length down her throat, I focus on my breathing...
I need to hold it in...
Garlick then briefly pops my wet cock out to say,
"Don't be afraid to let it all out dear~ I want you to give me everything~"
I nod as she slurps my dick down her throat, easing the rest of my member down her gullet before she stares at me blissfully- her expression finally pushes me to the edge-
I give a few voluntary thrusts before grunting out,
"Miss Mirabel~!"
Her eyes go wide as I unload my raw pent-up stress and feeling in the form of pearly white cum which shoots down her throat before filling her mouth entirely-
In my euphoric bliss, I reach forward and stroke her braids lovingly as she gulps down my seed before beginning to lick my shaft clean...
After what feels like minutes, Garlick slides my length out, which already has rehardened before exiting her cozy mouth-
The curious older witch cups my balls and dripping erection before murmuring,
"You're so needy... would you like more help with this-?"
I barely manage to regain some semblance of self-control to say,
"I... I don't know- I don't want to make this all about me... especially if I ever want to get into a close relationship-"
Mirabel lightly squeezes my dick before saying sweetly,
"Oh, there's a way you can participate you know~"
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I remain stunned as Garlick pulls her undergarments down to her knees and pulls her shirt up, allowing me to get a perfect view of her plump melons and small bush-
The moment the Herbology professor rests her rear end on my face, I almost gasp out, only for my open mouth to make contact with her gushing entrance-
I feel her shiver before she says in a trembling voice,
"Yes~! Anon just like that~ and don't forget to use your tongue!"
My hands grip her bare upper thighs as I feel her half-dressed legs wrap around my face, the tight and soft feeling encourages me to sink my lips into her folds-
Garlick gasps out before I hear her giggle,
"You're doing so good for your first time dear~ you deserve a prize~"
Right as I get used to the salty sweet taste of her sticky fluids, I feel my still wet length get smothered by a soft and supple squishy feeling-
My cock immediately leaks out some precum as Garlick wraps her bare breasts around my girth, humming to herself happily before leaning down to lick up the liquids firing out of her cleavage-
I insert my tongue deeper as she sucks my tip back into her wet mouth, moaning into my phallus as she rubs her hands over her bosom, squeezing my member in a slow and passionate pace...
My hands reach forward and gripe Garlick's bare buttocks before I squeeze them tightly and I gulp down any fluids she splashes into her mouth-
The beautiful redheaded witch continues to blow my cock as she speeds up her titjob, ensuring I continue to twitch up at her eager mouth in return-
Soon enough the mutual oral pleasure we give each reaches its breaking point, which results in Mirabel letting out a loud muffled gasp as she slips my tip out of her mouth to get out a series of groans before her fluids splatter all over my face-
Hearing her cries of ecstasy makes her reach my own climax, with my dick erupting all over the Herbology professor's face, hair and upper chest...
I feel my phallus go limp as it slowly slides out of her tight buxom, allowing it to rest against her lower body as semen spills out...
Garlick's soft and squishy thighs continue to squeeze my face against her cunt until she begins to rest, allowing me to run my hands down her legs blissfully-
As I feel myself slip into sleep with my former professor resting half-naked over my body, I feel some sort of relief and I allow all my worries and thoughts to slip away...
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