A small fit of laughter to Harriett’s right jolted her attention back to the present, her sudden and surprised movements causing her arms to fling the soil filled pot off the desk. But the pot, soil and all, came to an abrupt halt in midair. The pot continued to hover above the desk for a moment longer before a slender finger attached to a lean arm lightly pushed the pot back down to a resting spot right before Harriett once more. “You know,” the arm attached to Harriett’s annoying best friend and tutor began to say, “If you keep thinking of that hilarious memory of yours every few days, I’ll never get any work done.”

Harriett subconsciously puffed her cheeks out as she looked to her right to see her annoying (Just to state it once more in case it wasn’t obvious) tutor and only good friend, Feron. But as always, Feron merely smirked at her with a raised eyebrow as he floated with his legs crossed directly next to her.

“What?” Feron casually asked as he crossed his arms before his chest.

“You know I hate when you surprise me like that,” Harriett irritatingly stated, her hands pushing the pot before her slightly further away just in case any more sudden provocations caused her to lash out at the unsuspecting pot of soil once again. “Can’t you use the doors like a normal person?”

Feron’s raised eyebrow fell back in line with his lower eyebrow before his face took on a dumbfounded look. “Harriett, if you could teleport anywhere your mind could imagine, would you use doors?”

Harriett thought about it for a second. “No,” she decided on saying, “I guess I wouldn’t.”

“Then I rest my case,” Feron gleefully replied as he wrapped his hands around the back of his head and cast his head back into a relaxed position.

“You know you weren’t even on trial here, Feron,” Harriett said. “If you just gave me some kind of warning each time, maybe I wouldn’t have to lose a year off my human life each time you pop in like the boogey man.”

“You know I’ve met the boogey man before,” Feron replied, his words already steering the conversation away from Harriett’s lecture of his actions before Harriett could properly scold him. Though they were friends, Feron always did everything in his power to avoid punishment, even from his closest friend. “Nice guy,” Feron continued, “He really gets a bad rep. But he and my dad seem to get along fine!”

“Well of course,” Harriett speedily chimed, “Who would have ever thought that the boogey man would not get along with the Vampire King?”

“Exact--- wait…,” Feron halted his sentence as his face turned to look upon Harriett in curiosity, “Was that a shot at me?”

Harriett smirked. “Did it sting a little bit?” she snickered to him.

“A little bit right here,” Feron pointed to a spot on his white dress shirt where his heart was located.

“Then a shot it was,” she stated back with a smile as she leaned her chair back slightly with a push of her legs in order to appear a bit cooler. But, as common Harriett actions dictated, she began to lose her balance, the chair beginning to wobble in concert. If Feron hadn’t dropped his feet down to the ground and quickly caught the back of the chair with his hand, the back of Harriett’s head would have been completing the fall her pot of soil was previously about to undertake minutes beforehand.

With his other free hand, Feron ruffled her hair before pushing her and her chair back up to a proper position.

“Thanks,” Harriett embarrassingly said as she smoothed her hair back down.

“No problem,” Feron calmly replied before he took his own black backpack off of his back, placed it on the desk next to Harriett’s, and easily slid into the chair before the desk as well. “You know, Harriett, you are good at a lot of things. But…,” he raised a finger towards her, “Being cool is definitely not one of them.”

“Oh shut up,” she chided back through a small smile she tried to hide. Unfortunately, another ruffle of her hair from Feron caused the two friends to break out into their own personal bubble of laughter. “You know I’m still gonna scold you later on for the teleporting heart attacks you keep causing me, right?” Harriett stated after their laughter subsided.

Feron properly kicked back into his chair in a much cooler fashion, Harriett’s mind admitted. “I think you are the only person in my life that always makes sure that I properly get punished for everything I do.”

“Not punished, scolded!” Harriett corrected.

“What’s the difference?” Feron asked.

“Punishment is like a spanking or… since we are young adults, like being in debt for the rest of our lives. A scolding is only meant to help you better understand any errors you might have made. And a friend scolding usually holds even more merit for long term changes of goodness and well-being. And more than that...”

Harriett’s words trailed off when she noticed that Feron’s eyes had gotten very wide as he begrudgingly took in everything she had stated whether he wanted to or not.

“What?” Harriett stated after no response came from Feron after thirty seconds.

“Well… that still sounds like a punishment to me,” Feron stated through a rather hushed tone.

“Oh stop being a drama queen,” Harriett jokily replied.

“A drama prince!” Feron corrected without missing a beat.

“I see no difference here,” Harriett comically replied. “But anyways, “Drama Prince.””

“Please don’t make that a thing,” Feron added.

Harriett decided to make it a thing for later.

She childishly smiled before speaking once again. “Are you ready to tutor me in some Nature magic?”

Without any obvious strain or movement, Feron utilized one of his unique genetic gifts, telekinesis, to levitate the pot of soil from before Harriett to a spot on his own desk before him. “You want the Hybrid Prince to tutor you in nature’s magic? I feel like being one of the most unnatural creations to ever exist makes me the least likely candidate to tutor you in the magic of nature.”

“You are too hard on yourself as always,” Harriett added. “Besides, I only asked that to be nice. We both know I don’t really need a tutor.”

“And yet why am I here again then?” Feron asked with a hint of insensitivity in his voice. But Harriett decided to let it slide.

“Because A, you are my friend who has always had my back since we were kids and B, because our parents agreed that although tutor is not the right word, you were one of the few people who could look out for me. And we both know I desperately need that.”

“Hmm…,” Feron took on an inquisitive look as he pondered her words for a few seconds. “Shouldn’t I be more like your knight then? Or your guardian protector?”

“Okay, so 1, guardian protector is an unnecessary word combination since they both mean basically the same thing. And 2, this isn’t the medieval ages, Feron. Tutor sounds a bit more proper, right?”

“I’m not sure. I’m just the Drama Prince. You are the Proper Queen here.”

“I am not the Proper Queen!” Harriett shouted before quickly covering her mouth with her hands. She took a non-subtle glance about the lecture hall to see that luckily, the conversations going on about them were loud enough to drown out her words, so she relaxed.

“Uh huh, says the girl who always has to list everything out as if you were a living notebook.”

“Okay, first of all---”

“See what I mean?” Feron interrupted, drawing a playful swat across the back of his head. Though the two couldn’t help but laugh afterwards. Truth be told, Harriett had always liked having Feron around. And as she had stated before, both her parents and his had decided while they were still children that Feron would be a good candidate to always have around Harriett, for the betterment of both Harriett and everyone else…. Mainly everyone else. Feron had fought with the task as a child. But as they had grown up together, he had begun to see that perhaps there was some merit to what their parents had said. But more than anything, Feron had fully grown into his role of “tutor” when he discovered just how much enjoyment Harriett’s powers could give him.

Feron was similar to Harriett in many ways, hence why their parents had had them in the same private class from childhood onward. After all, with the Vampire King as his father and a Werewolf Princess as his mother, Feron could have turned out much worse. But as a now kind of well-rounded young adult, Feron sat next to Harriett with such a curious look upon his face at the seed in the pot of soil that one would never dare think of the power that dwelled deep within him.

Feron was powerful, though even stating that felt like an understatement. It was highly rare for a hybrid of such blood combinations to actually bear fruit in any way, let alone the Vampire King and a Werewolf Princess. Usually, the power contained in the genetics had to be of similar structure and nature. But more than anything, the two people had to be compatible in more than just a genetic way. Spiritual prowess played a key role in the magic world, and making magical children did not escape that rule. If one wanted to make a legendary child, one had to put their heart and soul into it, and luckily, for Feron, his parents had that ‘love’ thing going on.

So to describe what Feron could do would take too long to list, even for Harriett. But the noteworthy things included limited amounts of the main T’s: telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, transformations. There was also a nigh infinite amount of fusion energy running through his cells at all times that made him a living star trapped in an annoying boy. Harriett couldn’t help but to think back to one moment in their childhood when they, along with a bunch of other uniquely gifted children Harriett had never gotten to know as well as Feron, had been sitting in one of their private classes when a foreign college grad student studying magic abroad from the UK had been asked to give a demonstration of what could be done with magic at an adult level. Harriett didn’t know what had amazed and terrified her more during that class: The grad student trying to drown all of them with water magic strong enough to fill the classroom in seconds, or the giant ball of star energy Feron had created to dissipate the grad student’s spell directly afterwards. Harriett must have gone deep into her subconscious thoughts though, for the idea of drowning, which had always stuck with her, had prevented her from hearing the first three times Feron had attempted to call her back to reality.

“Jeez,” Feron stated in the present, finally drawing Harriett’s mind back out of her memories. “You really went deep that time.”

Harriett shook her head out of her trip back through memory lane and looked back upon her friend. “I’m sorry, I got lost for a second. Wait… were you looking into my mind again?!”

Feron nodded.

“I told you not to do that!” she declared through once again puffed cheeks.

“And I told you that I’m always going to do it to find you whenever you disappear like that. Someone has to pull you out of your crazy mind sometimes. But… it was nice to see that glorious cape again on your back as you prepared to save us all back then.” Feron smirked at this as his hand cupped underneath his chin. “It’s a shame that that didn’t actually happen though. That would have looked so majestic. But that black hole thing would have never worked either.”

“Oh and like a giant ball of star energy would have?” Harriett shot back.

“Uh… it would have… because it did. And before you say anything, I wasn’t actually going to hurt her with it. I just wanted to scare her a little bit. I was a kid, after all.”

Harriett lifted an eyebrow in interest. “Are you saying you’d do something differently if you could redo it?” she asked.

Feron thought about it for a moment or two. Finally, he nodded.

“Oh, like what?” Harriett questioned.

He smiled. “I’d do the same thing, but with a cape.”

Harriett swatted the back of his head as she tried and failed to hide a rising smile. With his soft, curly white hair that flipped up slightly in the front, his perfect brown skin, and his gray eyes, Harriett knew that Feron could have picked anyone to be his friend, if not more (And she knew that many people, from other students to older adults, would have loved that). But she was always very happy that things had turned out the way they had and that they had ended up friends, even if Feron was an absolute nightmare to be around sometimes. But, at the very least, he was a nightmare that tried to understand her, and that was all she ever wanted most of the time… that and her lemon cakes back. Another laugh sounded from deep in her mind.

After a few more minutes of Feron picking on Harriett, as was the per usual routine between the two, the class suddenly grew quiet about them as the lecture hall door abruptly shut where Harriett had entered from. A middle-aged woman with green and yellow hair kept in a tiny ponytail and a pleasant, but exhausted expression about her face shuffled down the stairs and came to a halt before the lecture hall’s wooden podium. She placed her bag on the table to the podium’s right and then used the same motion in reverse to grab a pot off the table where several extra pots were placed that were no doubt meant for any students whom happened to experience any type or types of “accidents” with their current pots and seeds (Harriett was most definitely no exception to this rule). The woman then placed the pot upon the podium, took a seed out of her orange pants pocket, and pressed it gently into the soil within the pot.

With a wave of her hand above the pot and a hushed word or two underneath her breath that only the closest row of students could probably hear, the pot gave a shake, and then another. After the third shake, the seed she had planted beforehand began to germinate. It started off small with but a single branch and two leaves. But after about 30 seconds, it grew to around a height of five feet, at which point it sprouted white and pink colored flowers that were delicate in appearance and that immediately spread a pleasant aroma about the room, uplifting Harriett’s spirit the minute the smell entered her nostrils.