All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. The following story contains 0% of your daily recommended dose of potassium. It also contains magic, all three of a young humiliated and embarrassed woman's holes, and a very bold banana. Please read responsibly.
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Alice, like many young girls, had cried when she didn't get her letter to a magical school when she became a teen. Little did she know that magical training actually begins at age 18! Things were different from fiction of course, there were actual classes on actual subjects, everyone wore normal clothes unless in a spell casting class, and magic actually took a lot of practice to master.
There was more of course, but she couldn't remember all the rules real well, and she only just started. Apparently magic was a thing in your blood, and she was just barely magical enough to get here. That meant she was a "challenged" student. She had already been bad at normal subjects, and now she was told that she was supernaturally bad too. Something made awful sense about that; she'd never been able to concentrate on anything. It certainly didn't make her feel very enthusiastic to learn.
"Alice!" The teacher was an old Russian woman in her fifties, and her screech shook her from her dreaming. "Why is your banana not moving?" Alice had not been paying attention. The boy to her left had been telling a not so interesting story in a very attractive way and she was imagining doing something far more interesting with him.
"Um, it's too hard." She looked away.
"The Vermilion spell is a simple one. Even you should be able to accomplish it." She heard a chuckle from her right. Melina Joslyn was a star student, and had taken a liking to watching Alice fail. Alice took a deep breath to calm down. "Just concentrate on what you want the banana to do. Make it peel it's self, then cast the spell with your wand." She tried again.
"It doesn't feel like anything is happening." Alice sighed.
"Keep trying." The woman continued observing other students.