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Class was finally over for the day, stretching his arms over his head Oliver sighed happily as he felt his shoulders pop. That felt good, not as good as a roll in the hay with a new partner might feel, the young man grinned to himself wolfishly, his eyes flashing amber for a moment before fading back to their dark green color. Tattooed covers tones arms and dark brown hair was cut into a stylish side swept cut. “Hey Oli! You heading to the pub tonight?” A pretty blond girl who had a dash of sparkle across her cheeks as iridescent wings flitted behind her.

Oliver grinned. “Was planning on it Farrah! Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He flirted with a wink and the fairy girl let out a laugh as she blew him a kiss and flew off. Campus was full of many different beings, a few human too that were brave enough to apply to the magic based collage that Oliver attended. He was glad that he didn’t have a shift tonight at the plant. He needed to get laid.

The dark brown haired man wasn’t watching where he was going when he bumped into someone, a pretty redhead with a black beanie over her fire colored locks glared up at him with brown eyes lined with dark makeup. “Watch where you’re going meathead!” she said with a scowl on her freckled face as she slapped his helping had away before she used a snap of her fingers to gather all her fallen things to her shoulder bag and then sprinted past Oliver.

“Witches….always so touchy….” Oliver rolled his eyes as he dusted his hands off and found his car in the parking lot.
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HannaBelle was late… she hated being late… that would look bad on her records and lower her chances to keep her scholarships at the college...Crammed together with other people taking the subway train the flame haired witch looked at her watch and bit her lip to help keep her temper under control. It hadn’t helped that she’d knocked into a man in her dash to catch the bus and then train on time.

“You’re late… I’ll keep it off the records this time Miss Owens as it is your first time being late.” The nasally voice belonged to a green skinned goblin who was the manager of Potion House, a moderate potion making company that mass produced easy to make potions, they worked someone their workers to hard but the pay was good, and they had a benefits plan that covered a lot of magical mishaps that could happen when dealing with potions.

HannaBelle was hurriedly taking off her hoodie and beanie, pulling her red locks up into a bun and pulling a hair net over them before pulling on the gloves and apron that held the Potion House logo. “ Thanks Hugo, class ran late, I'll Try to be faster in my dash to leave.” The red headed witch said as she closed her locker and joined other workers, young witches like herself and some warlocks, lower class elves, a half dryad and a pair of centaurs all worked in this branch of the factory, brewing, bottling, sometimes testing the quality of a potion, and then loading them into trucks to be shipped around the city.

No one spoke, just nodes of acknowledgement greeted the red headed witch as she took her spot at a big brewing pot, looking into it and squinting she gathered what was needed to finish off this skin care potion, specifically for the lovely and fair skinned elven women who went gaga for the stuff in stores. Slowly HannaBelle settled in for a long and boring shift… how she longed to be back in the vine covered kitchen of her teacher, but she wasn’t a little girl with need of a guide anymore… even without a proper witches licence she knew how to control her magic and brew, she could also fly on things… like a broom, but she always felt that was overused for her.

To be able to cast freely she needed to finish her witches license courses… mostly it was learning about the rules of magic and the history of witches and warlocks. She was also gunning for a potions masters diploma one of these days. ‘One step at a time little raven.’ her teacher’s voice softly echoed in her head as she settled in for a long evening.
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Green eyes were sparkling with mischief as they glanced around the pub called ‘The Witches Brew’ with glee. So many lovely people here tonight. “Twenty bucks says I can get the number of any cutie here tonight.” Oliver said and his group of friends laughed, used to Oliver’s sexual nature, he was a good friend to have, even if most of his friends started off as a one night stand, there was just something magnetic about the young shifter.