Aaron vividly remembered the time when he was in this same building, standing next to Mrs. Clint for the detention.
Her scent was addictive, the kind that can generate impure thoughts even in a sage.
But now… it felt worse.
She was standing so far away, but he still felt the same, the impure thoughts… the lust.
And this time, he knew that it wasn't just biology doing its thing. It was different.
With high magic came high magical perception, and that was what allowed him to feel her.
No mere 'professor' should have such a dense, strong presence. And especially one that passively emitted a strong scent.
Mrs Clint wasn't there for any announcement, she was simply passing by when she suddenly stopped.
Just like Aaron was pulled to her, her eyes locked onto his.
Glasses were covering her eyes, not giving him a proper feel for her mood but he understood that if he wasn't before, he was definitely under her radar now.
