#taeyeonia

Break time. It was perhaps a compilation of two simple words that had always gone as under-appreciated and taken for granted by the warlock as something as simple as his favorite pair of leather shorts. Now though, he realized how much of a treasure that free hour was for him in between classes of the most boring extremities. And he was not even a student to complain. With a heavy sigh being repressed from the chest so as to not appear agitated, Uruha took to stirring a nice large caldron of the green liquid that sloshed from within. It was a marvelous new poison he’d brewed up out of pure boredom. Something he may slip into a student’s evening drink should they misbehave. Accidents were always possible, after all. A thought that made the warlock smile before retreating to his desk and lifting up a single cup of cold tea. 

The brew of bubbling liquid toxins was nowhere near becoming a completed work of his crafty hand. These things required time, and well, who was to say that he did not have all the possible time in the world while stationed at this immovable study for youngsters? Two hours, the concoction needed two hours to firmly settle and bubble within the heat-resistant cauldron. Aside from that, it also required the aid of his hand to stir every thirty minuites or so lest the thing froth over. Frothing would render the whole thing obsolete and then, what would he do? There would come no joy from threatening dimwitted students with the showing of a vial of some liquid they knew not what the effects would be if consumed. And he oh so loved that feeling. To threaten with the unknown, to see the fear flicker in eyes before they relinquished their disruptions.