CHAPTER ONE
Professor Marlon walked up and down the aisles of desks in the classroom, handing back to the students the graded exams, "Well done," He commented to one student with a B, "Exceptional!" He beamed at the next student with a near perfect test score.
Most of his students had done quite well, the exam having been a fair one if he did say so himself.
But not all were diligent.
He frowned as he passed by the brunette, her green eyes wide in anticipation of her score, her hands clasped together on the surface of the table. The test was dropped on her desk, a red inked 49 percent off to the corner indicating her failure.
Professor Marlon turned around much too quickly to catch her reaction, but he knew words would be exchanged after class. He sighed loudly as Emma strolled to the front of the class while the remainder of students filed out of the room upon dismissal.
"49?" It was said with a tone of disbelief.
"Obviously you didn't study," He began wiping the chalkboard, "I really thought you would come through this time, Emma. I am disappointed,"
"What now?"
"What do you mean 'what now'? You didn't pass the qualifying exam and therefore cannot get your licence to cast spells,"
"Please don't say that!" She followed him into the hallways where he headed for the staff room, "Give me one more chance, please Professor Marlon,"
"This was your 'one more chance'. I've let you write the exam twice! Do you have any idea what would happen if the chairman finds out I let you write it a second time?"
"But Professor!"
He entered the staff room, littered with other professors of the institution. It was a gigantic room where everything, like furniture and clothing, was mostly white and everyone busy doing one thing or another.
"There isn't anything I can do, Emma. Now please, return your wand," He sat at his table, logging onto the Fairy Network on his computer.
"No! No, please no," She pleaded, the fronts of her eyebrows turned upward in an upsetting expression, "Please don't do this to me. Just give me one last chance to write the exam,"
"You're simply out of your mind,"
"Third time's a charm!"
He stared at her for a moment. She was a sweet girl, a pleasure to have in class, but God were her fairy skills awful. Nonetheless, those green puppy eyes seemed to have worked their magic on him again as he gave in with another sigh, "I will not allow you to write the exam a third time, but," He typed something on his keyboard before moving the monitor to face her, her confusion rising as a bunch of photos of people from all of the world started popping up on the screen at high speed, one after the other, "There is one more thing I can let you do to prove you qualify for the fairy licence. This is a random generator. Whoever it selects, you will grant him or her three wishes. Upon successful completion of the task, you will obtain your licence,"
"Three wishes – I can do that!"
Professor Marlon appeared doubtful, but focused on the screen as the generator started to slow down, an individual soon to be picked out. The wait was agonizing, but then, "Aha," He looked over the profile of a redhead, his blue eyes even more piercing in the candid photo, "Let's see what we have here. Tala Ivanov, born in Moscow, Russia, now resides in Miami, cheated on nearly a year ago by a former girlfriend. Hmm, shame. Anyways, no allergies," His finger moved from line to line as he continued to skim through the contents of personal information, "26 years old. Ah, and an avid beyblader,"
"So all I have to do is grant him any three wishes -"
"As per the fairy regulations," He was quick to remind, to which she nodded, "And you cannot distort his wishes. You must abide by what he wants. Think you can handle it?"
"Consider it done, Professor Marlon,"
"I'll believe it when I see it. And Emma," He called her over once more just before she could leave, "Don't screw him over."
A/N – Story will focus on Tala from the next chapter. Loosely inspired/based off a movie from childhood. Please review with feedback if you have read this chapter.