1268 Three Times A Day

Professor stopped mid speaking as she looked at the silvery hair; her eyes are so fixated on her that one might feel like she got enchanted by it; maybe she is.

Gasp!

She looked at hair for a few seconds before she took it in her hand; a second after she took the hair in her hands, a gasp rang out in the office. The gasp has not come out from the Professor but from the teacher; she looks at the Professor with wide eyes.

"Josie, your aura." She said in a whisper-like voice; that is when I notice the aura of the Professor, which is always going high and low like a roller coaster, has now become calm as water.

I failed to notice it as the Professor always keeps her aura on mute; one has to try to put conscious efforts to sense her aura.

"This hair somehow resonates with my bloodline," Professor said softly, which surprised the teacher, and I, too, put a surprised expression on my face aptly.