Teach Me, Professor

Lyra

I probably sounded like a complete lunatic, bursting through his classroom doors. I had only heard about where his classroom had been from a nearby student in the halls one day going to potions class just today. I was trusting my gut, hoping this was the right door. For all I knew, I was running into the headmasters quarters and seriously going to piss more people off. But I didn't care.

There was a short set of stairs, leaning to an office with a desk in the middle of the room. Multiple maps laying on it with an multitude of books in every corner. But then I found another door, running up to it. I tried the handle. It was locked.

Pounding on it with all my might.

"Professor! Professor it-its-me! It-its-me-Lyra! Please! PPLEASE-OPENTHE-DOOR!"

I kept pounding, sobbing, unleash of tears as I felt myself loosing it completely. Heat rushing to my ears, my hands hot.

But then the door swung open, revealing Professor Gaunt in some striped pajamas bottoms in dark green and gray bottoms. His chest on full display, seeing his toned and lean chest. Making my hiccuping stop almost immediately. But the tears wouldn't stop. He was slipping his robe over his arms.

"Ms. Collins, what in the world-!"

But I couldn't take it. The only thing I could think of was I needed him so I immediately pushed myself to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, feeling the soft material in my fingers from the robe. Pushing my face into his chest with the robe soaking up my draining tears. Sobbing, shaking, uncontrollable.

He didn't know what to do, hearing his heartbeat in his chest quicken from my sudden intrusion. I felt so bad. So fucking bad but I felt alone and scared. I didn't know where else to go.

"Lyra-..." He said in soft tones, bringing his hands down to my small figure. Feeling his large hands around my back, comforting me. "Lyra-.....Ms. Collins-....Lyra." He kept going back and forth. Unsure of what was more appropriate. But I liked Lyra. I liked it off his lips. It sounded soft and light and reassuring. He had me, he was holding me. Securing me to him as he let me cry it out in his chest.

When I felt the worries go, and Sallow's face leave my mind of torture. I pulled back, knowing my eyes had started to dry up. I had fucked up. I know I had and probably breeched professionalism with my professor but I didn't care. I looked to him more than that. He was my friend, he knew me. Well kind of, he knew my past and why I was here. But he cared. I knew he did and that meant more to me than words could say.

His large hands I felt on my shoulders, his worried white eyes facing in my direction as I saw the reflection of his light in his room bounce off his eyes. His lips slightly parted, waiting.

"I-....... I'm sorry, Professor I didn't-...." I sighed a strangled breath, my voice horse from the sobbing, "....I didn't know where else to go." I finally got out.

He didn't say anything more, too afraid to release me, he grasped my arm slowly, pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us. But I wasn't afraid. For he has known me nothing but kindness this entire time I've been underneath his supervision. He's given me no reason to fear or hate him.

He pulled out a chair for me, letting me quietly sit into the soft cushions. Pulling away from me, he went to the small kitchen within his room. Putting on a cup of tea and starting to let the water boil as my eyes drifted inside his room. It was very homey, with plaid colors mixed with a bit of darkness. Somewhere you'd sneak off to when it rained so you could hide out. Reading, maybe writing I'd find enjoyable here. Only one window off into the other corner that was stained glass. You could barely see the moonlight catching it from the outside world.