Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Professor Heath approached Jaegar, his voice carrying a stern command as he addressed the situation. "Mr. Ambrose, please step back," he scoffed, his eyes carefully observing both the young wizard and the transformation that had taken place.

From a distance, he had witnessed the entire confrontation, his eyes tracing the chaotic dance between Jaegar and the hunter who had become the menacing werewolf.

He was rather surprised to see Jaegar dealing with the werewolf. Most students would be scared or have a hard time fighting against them. There was no formal combat training provided at the academy.

Jaegar raised his brows, mildly surprised that Professor Heath had caught up to him. With a resigned sigh, he took a few steps back, his gaze never leaving the scene.

Heath, casting a careful look at the hunter, who was now in human form, approached him and ensured that he was indeed alive and relatively stable. His attention then turned to Jaegar, and he inquired, "What do you think you are doing here, Mr. Ambrose?"

Jaegar, maintaining an almost expressionless demeanor, replied, "I spotted the werewolf and came to confront it."

Heath furrowed his brows, a hint of frustration in his voice as he asked, "Why didn't you inform us when you first saw the wolf?"

Jaegar, his voice tinged with pragmatism, responded, "I thought it might escape by the time everyone arrived."

Heath's gaze remained skeptical, and he turned his attention back to the hunter. He let out a heavy sigh, for now he had to take the hunter back to the academy and report to the headmaster.

Together, they returned to Cledwarys Academy, where the Headmaster and a gathering of professors awaited. They questioned the bewildered hunter, but it became evident that he had no recollection of the events that had transpired.

Jaegar shared their uncertainty, understanding that the hunter had been in a state of transformation where he likely had no control or memory of his actions.

As they returned to the academy, Professor Heath informed Headmaster Ashfield of the ordeal that had unfolded in the moonlit woods. The collective gaze of the assembled faculty turned towards Jaegar, who had unwittingly thrust himself into the heart of the academy's escalating mysteries.

Headmaster Ashfield's eyes narrowed as he addressed Jaegar, his tone stern and reproachful. "Mr. Ambrose, what you did was reckless. Your actions could have inadvertently caused more harm, potentially even more deaths if the creature had managed to escape."

Jaegar, his own gaze narrowing in response, retorted without hesitation, "That's precisely why I confronted it and captured it."

His bold response left the gathered faculty members dumbfounded, their disbelieving eyes fixed upon him.

Professor Heath, with a hint of irritation in his voice, scoffed at Jaegar's seemingly arrogant attitude. "Do you truly believe you're all-powerful?" he remarked with a shake of his head.

Headmaster Ashfield continued to study Jaegar for a moment, pondering his actions and his unyielding demeanour.

After a contemplative silence, he delivered the verdict. "Mr Ambrose, you are hereby suspended for a week for your reckless behaviour and your lack of respect towards the academy's professors."

Jaegar, appearing resigned to the consequences of his actions, sighed and turned away.

He walked back to his room, leaving behind a room filled with amazed and, in some cases, disdainful gazes from the academy's faculty members.

Among those present, Professor Isadora watched Jaegar's departure with a serious and contemplative expression. She didn't utter a word, but the exchange between herself and Professor Jeanine spoke volumes, their shared glances revealing a complex undercurrent of thoughts and concerns.

As Jaegar left the square, the headmaster pondered the consequences of his leniency. He questioned whether he had allowed Jaegar too much leeway, concluding that the young wizard's attitude towards the faculty was unacceptable.

In the wake of Jaegar's departure, Ashfield promptly informed the Ministry of Magic about the events that had transpired. The Ministry dispatched the Wizarding enforcers to apprehend the hunter.

As to what happened and why the hunter ended up here, whether he committed the crime knowingly or not, he had taken two innocent lives. He will be judged accordingly by the Ministry of magic.

The enforcers scoured the area for any evidence that could shed light on the hunter's motives and actions.

As Jaegar returned to his room, he couldn't shake his thoughts about Ellamaria and the mysteries that surrounded her. He chose not to disclose the unsettling discoveries of the hunter's bodies or the enigmatic wolf-girl he had glimpsed in the woods.

Surely, the enforcers would find them in due time.

With his suspension in effect, Jaegar felt a restless need to leave the academy for a while. After pondering for a while and deciding his destination, he got up.

He walked out of his room and made his way to Pierre's room.

Tak tak!

Knocking on the door brought no response.

Tak tak!

He knocked again, and when met with silence, he cautiously pushed the door open. His eyes widened as he discovered Jennifer and Pierre, half covered under the duvet, engaged in an intimate moment.

Quickly realizing the intrusion, Jaegar closed the door, giving the couple their privacy.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his friend Pierre experiencing such romantic encounters.

'Damn! My boy, Pierre, is getting some action.'

With a light-hearted chuckle, he left the scene and ventured into the corridor.

A few minutes later, Pierre emerged from the room, fully dressed, his face flushed with embarrassment.

He approached Jaegar, slightly flustered, and questioned, "Mate, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? And why didn't you knock?"

Jaegar grinned at his friend, understanding the delicate nature of the situation. "I did knock, but you didn't seem to be in a mood to listen," he replied, his amusement evident.

Pierre's embarrassment deepened as he realized he must have been too into it. He chuckled awkwardly and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Well, I guess I was too preoccupied to hear anything," he admitted, feeling a mix of relief and chagrin.

Pierre stepped closer and said, "She's quite embarrassed, so let's not talk about this in front of her.

We haven't seen each other all summer, you know."

Jaegar nodded in agreement, showing his understanding of the situation.

Then he shared a more serious piece of news with Pierre, saying, "No problem. I wanted to let you know that I'll be away for a week."

Pierre was taken aback by the unexpected news of Jaegar's upcoming week-long absence. He inquired, "What? Why?"

Jaegar proceeded to explain the incident that had led to his suspension, and Pierre listened attentively.

Pierre's eyebrows furrowed as he absorbed the details of Jaegar's suspension.

His judgmental gaze fell upon his friend, and he questioned, "So you decided to tangle with Professor Heath and the Headmaster? And what do you mean by 'dealt with the creature'?"

Jaegar, undaunted by Pierre's questioning, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and responded with a sly grin, "My boy, Pierre, you shouldn't keep a lady waiting. So go on and continue your little play."

Pierre's eyes narrowed in a playful retort, silently expressing the thought, 'But weren't you the one who disturbed me though?'

As Jaegar walked away, leaving Pierre to his own musings, the young man shook his head and returned to his room, where Jennifer awaited him, their romantic interlude uninterrupted.

Jennifer, curious about Jaegar's unexpected late-night appearance, inquired as he entered the room.

"Why did he come in the middle of the night?"

Pierre, quick to dispel any concerns, shed his clothes and playfully leapt onto the bed, eliciting a cheerful chuckle from Jennifer.

"We can discuss it all tomorrow morning," Pierre suggested a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Shall we return to where we left off?"

She held his hands and stopped him, "Why did he come, Pierre? There's a creature roaming outside the corridors; it shouldn't be safe for him to come out in the night."

"You underestimate him a lot."

Pierre then stared into her eyes and said, "If you are going to talk about this topic, then..."

"Okay, okay, stop giving me that look."

Jennifer responded with a playful yet mockingly stern look, but soon enough, their laughter faded into the embrace of intimacy as they resumed their cherished moment, enveloped in the warmth of the duvet and the loving connection they shared.

He quickly got under the duvet, positioning himself on top of her, and they began to exchange passionate kisses.

Their bodies intertwined, the intensity of their desire growing with each touch. Pierre's words were forgotten as they lost themselves in the depths of their love, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure that consumed them both.

The room filled with the sound of their soft whispers and the gentle rustling of the sheets as they explored each other's bodies. Their movements became more urgent, fueled by a hunger that could not be satisfied. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of their connection, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The world outside ceased to exist as they created their own universe of passion and desire within the confines of that duvet.

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