Magic and Mayhem: How To Train A Witch (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Baba Yaga Saga Book 1) (2 page)

The Council of Witches would fine her and reduce her salary if she reduced innocent kids to tadpoles for no good reason. Goddess knew, she couldn’t afford any garnishments. Retirement was on the horizon for her and she was hording every cent she made. Her daily ritual of checking her investments allowed her to sleep more peacefully at night.

“Professor Smoke, did you see them run out here?” Hildy demanded.

“See who, Hildy?” he asked gently, running a hand over her hair.

“The kittens. They were three of the tiniest, cutest kittens ever. They danced and let me pet them before they disappeared.”

“Because
I
scared them away,” Carol bragged, laughing as she looked up in her favorite teacher’s face. “But I swear I didn’t hurt them, Professor Smoke. I just let them blink out the way they wanted. I even waved goodbye and they said they’d see me again.”

“
Us
again—they said they would see
us
again,” Hildy corrected.

“No.
Me
,” Carol insisted. “They said
me
. You just can’t believe animals might like me better than you for once. Admit it, Hildy.”

“How would you like to look like the big lying toad you are, Carol?” Hildy demanded. She turned loose and raised her hands.

Jezibaba fought back a grin when Professor Hottie’s larger ones closed around the little witch’s hands while he shook his head in warning.

“Hildy, do you want to lose your recess privileges and your best friend?”

Jezibaba covered her mouth as Carol turned loose of his leg, crossed her arms, and smirked when Hildy narrowed her eyes.

“They said
me
, Hildy. Live with it.”

To keep from openly laughing—and from being pissed at the Fates for being right about these two miscreants—Jezibaba decided she needed to intervene. She let loose a shrill whistle which split the air, effectively ending the debate. All eyes turned to her with proper respect at last as she slowly removed her fingers from her teeth.

Professor Hottie had the audacity to wink at her attention-getting ploy. She gave him a warning finger wag for his grin which she took as flirting because his gaze kept returning to her legs. The girls were both still frozen in place, staring at her in outright fear now, which suited her just fine. But she ignored them to glance over her shoulder and smirk at the cloaked warlock staring at them in equal shock.

“The future’s so damn bright, I need to wear shades… or maybe have ten tankards of troll ale so I can deal with this,” Jezibaba declared merrily, sweeping her hand at the frightened girls as she looked back at them. She snorted at their continued stares. “I swear if you two were older, I’d throw you both in the magic pokey and hire smelly tutors for you. I bet you’d learn to appreciate each other then.”

Both girls drew in sharp breaths over the cursing… and the threat.

Jezibaba smiled brilliantly at their quaking knees, her power swelling to fill the area with a fine golden mist. Stressful situations caused the occasional power leak, but it was not enough to worry her. No one seemed to mind walking around in gold glitter when it happened and she’d always liked sparkly things anyway.

“M’lady—it’s impossible not to notice that the one named Hildy apparently shares your fondness for turning people into amphibians,” Nathaniel pointed out, leaning in close enough to her to whisper. “However, Carol’s superior attitude is oddly reminiscent of your demeanor when we first met. They are both tiny mirrors of your greatness.”

“They’re children, Nathaniel. Just children,” Jezibaba declared, but she could also feel their power tugging on hers as they stared. “Neither can be called yet and I won’t allow it to happen anyway. The Council is probably just worried because I’ve served longer than any Jezibaba before me. I realize three hundred and sixty-six seems old to some of them, but I don’t look a day over a human fifty. And these children are not—I repeat
not
—to be called until they are of a proper age to choose the path for themselves.”

Professor Hottie held her gaze as he leaned down to talk to his charges. “Girls, head to class now. Tell Ms Turner to start reading the spells, but no casting until I get there.”

When they didn’t move, Jezibaba met his inquisitive gaze and shrugged to show him she was not holding them with any kind of restraining spell.

Grinning at her reaction, he lifted the girls by the backs of their shirts and turned them away from her. Once released from his hold, they shot off into the room like bolts of lightning flying off his fingertips.

Jezibaba watched Professor Hottie turn and walk slowly toward her. His guard was up now, wondering who and what she really was. But she could tell his worry was mostly for the children and rightly so. They would need a champion or two… or seventy… before they were old enough and strong enough to take over her work.

When Professor Hottie stopped, her heart fluttered in response to the dragon’s protective stance. Goddess, it would have been nice to have had someone like him guarding her while she was growing up. It might even be nice to have someone like that having her back now.

One of the advantages of being older was that she knew better than to take her attraction to the dragon shifter seriously. She wouldn’t call it being wiser exactly. More like street smart and maybe she was simply not stupid enough to fall too hard for a nice ass anymore. Most nice asses had a matching one sitting on their shoulders. She’d learned that the hard way, as she had every other hard lesson.

Bottom line for her flutters? Her insides needed to stop that shit. No way was she letting a dragon into her pants just because he cared for her future replacements. No witch with any sense would stoop so low. Even if dragons hadn’t been on her don’t-fuck list, they had a tendency to mark females they slept with so no other dragon would go there. She was not getting a dragon fire created v-jay-jay tattoo guaranteed to wilt the dick of any future lover she took.

Her attention left her thoughts and returned to him when she realized he was scanning her face and not her legs anymore.

“You’re the Jezibaba. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I’m Professor Damien Smoke.”

A sharp retort about his oversight was on her tongue. It hovered there letting her taste the pleasure it would give her to say it and see his eyes flash in anger. But the nastiness just wouldn’t come out. Damn her weakness for sexy men.

“Quite understandable given the circumstances, Professor. Your primary focus wasn’t on me,” she answered calmly.

“No, but we both know my attention could be on you if you wanted it to be,” Damien replied smoothly, grinning when her eyebrows shot up again. “Sorry. I can’t seem to behave any better than the girls today. It’s just that you’re every bit as mesmerizing in person as I imagined you being. Of course you were alluring even before when I thought you were just… never mind that. Perhaps I better shut up now.”

Pretending not to care was a trick to pull off, but she’d had a lot of practice doing so in her life. “No worries, Professor. Power. Glamour. It momentarily draws attention. You’ll forget me a few minutes after the warlocks and I leave. In my experience, most unnatural enchantments never last longer than that, though I promise you, I do nothing to draw it on purpose. It is innate.”

Professor Hottie looked thoughtful for a moment, opened his mouth to speak, but then appeared to change his mind. When her stomach dropped in disappointment, Jezibaba narrowed her eyes.

“I came here on business. Point me to your headmaster,” she ordered, wanting to move things along. Action would no doubt lessen the distraction Professor Hottie presented.

Chuckling, Professor Hottie reached out and lifted one of her hands before she could stop him. Magic buzzed along her palm and down to her fingertips. He kissed the back of her hand reverently as was due someone in her position, and then shocked her by placing her palm flat on his well-endowed chest. The contact was just as nice as she’d expected it might be.

“The unfortunate headmaster of Witchery U stands before you—guilty as charged. I’m the one you seek, but you can call me Damien.”

Jezibaba slid her hand away, remembering the heat of his muscles even after the contact was broken. Damn dragon. Damn sexy, panty-melting dragon. He’d made her touch him on purpose. Why was he being so charming? He was hiding something—trying to distract her further. That had to be the case. Well, it wouldn’t work. She’d dealt with sneaky dragons before.

In fact, there wasn’t much she hadn’t dealt with in her tenure as the current witch protectoress. Professor Hottie might be teaching the future versions of her—and lucky them for it—but she had been taught at the school of hard knock spells, troll curses, and angry gods with vendettas.

“I’ve come about two of your students, Professor. Apparently, they’ve been chosen as my potential replacements,” she stated stiffly. “We’re not taking them today of course.”

She turned around to the grumbling warlocks behind her who had quietly filed inside the building behind Nathaniel. “No, we are absolutely not taking them. They’re children. Did you hear me?
Children.
”

She turned back to the sexy dragon and smiled as neutrally as possible. “We just wanted to make you aware of their futures, Professor Smoke. Perhaps recommend you take a few extra precautions with their safety.”

“You’re talking about Hildy and Carol,” Damien stated.

“Yes,” Jezibaba confirmed. “I am speaking of Hildy and Carol.”

He nodded as he thought about it. “I knew those two were powerful. We always look out for those with that level of magic at their beckoning—mostly because they be a danger to everyone—but they’re only ten. Real power doesn’t manifest at such a young age. I find it hard to believe they’ve been singled out already.”

Jezibaba nodded and frowned. “Indeed. You echo my concerns, Professor Smoke. This early tapping of my prospective replacements is a strange situation. I’m sure in a couple of decades their power will make it obvious they should be considered contenders. Though it’s not unheard of to be singled out early. In fact, I was chosen before I was born. When I got my menses, I fully expected the warlocks to come get me, but they never…
what now
?”

Jezibaba stopped her story and shook her head at the rumbling and groaning going on behind her. Her gaze met the sexy dragon’s. “I could write a damn book about the fragile sensibilities of warlocks. They don’t like to think about the fact I’m female in all regards.”

Professor Hottie’s responding grin made her day. It was nice to finally have someone recognize the political agony she bore for the sake of doing her job.

“So you were chosen shortly after your passage into womanhood?” he prompted.

She snorted at his words. “More like I was expecting someone to come collect me. Passage into womanhood? You’re obviously much better with nice words than I am. Not surprising, given your profession, I suppose.”

“On the contrary, you might be more surprised by my past than you ever imagined. I wasn’t always a teacher. Perhaps we can have dinner sometime and share our stories. I would like that very much. But for now, let me tell Ms Turner to finish the lesson. We can go to my office and talk about what measures need to be taken for the children’s safety. Have their parents been told about the prophecy?”

“No,” Jezibaba said firmly. “And we have no intentions of telling them until it is unavoidable. There is enough drama happening. The Council of Witches and the Fates have chosen my successors, but I will choose their protectors. There is discord in both of the children’s families and no one is going to take their normal life from them a moment sooner than necessary if I can prevent it from happening. That is my firm decision about the matter.”

Her eyes blazed with determination and only softened when Professor Hottie bowed to her.

“I agree with you and it will be my pleasure to see your will about this manifest,” he promised. “Now excuse me for a moment and I will join you in my office.”

Charmed despite her misgivings, she fought off her urge to sigh in frustration. “Why did you have to be a damn dragon?” she whispered under her breath.

For a second time that day, she couldn’t stop herself from staring at Professor Damien Smoke’s perfect ass as he disappeared into the classroom.

Always on guard, Nathaniel stared out of the room’s single window, while she stared at Professor Hottie. She was finding it very challenging to have a conversation about something other than the two of them running off alone.

No matter how much her inner witch chanted “no dragon, no dragon”. All she really wanted was to curl up in his lap and wriggle until his control snapped and he threw her across his shiny, neat desk, and…
damn it
.

Jezibaba sat up straighter in the chair, but it was hard shaking off her fantasy. It had been a long time since simple lust had taken her mind off her business so completely. Now she’d missed what Professor Hottie had said while she was imagining him naked on top of her.

Her frustrated groan garnered both Nathaniel’s and Professor Hottie’s full attention. Hellcat’s fury. Her sexual deprivation didn’t matter. Protecting her successors did.

“Are children their age allowed their familiars yet?”

Professor Hottie frowned at her question. Even that was hot. Dragon hot… but still… hot. She ran both hands through her hair and reminded herself of her purpose. Professor Hottie glanced behind him to study Nathaniel standing like a sentinel. The warlock’s attention seemed fixed on the manicured campus lawn, but she knew he was listening to every word that was said.

“Speak your mind freely, Professor Smoke. I trust Nathaniel with my life and do so every day. All day. He came with the job and yes… I had no say in the matter. However, he’s the only one of the warlock posse I bring into serious discussions like this. Now speak. I’m getting edgy and impatient.”

“Yes. I can tell. You get all glittery when you get tense.”

Jezibaba snorted when Professor Hottie’s gaze fell to her ample cleavage before rising back to her eyes. It sent her off into another fantasy. She pulled her mind back with a hiss. “I’m still waiting, Professor…”