In the Teacher's Lounge
Happy V-day! Please don't go around doing a name change comment. I like the name Aisha better than Layla. Cedric is my own first name for Avalon so please don't comment on that.
Out and About on the Terrace
After a quick change of clothes into something more casual Avalon and Palladium took the bus to Magix. They walked around downtown to see which restaurants to go to. Palladium spotted one with a terrace with orchids blooming in flower boxes. Avalon agreed to go inside with him. Little Luncheon Place was booked solid on the two floors, but the terrace was to their amazement the only place where there was room.
"Let's go someplace else then," Avalon remarked turning away from the server.
"No, come on Avalon," Palladium stated holding onto his shirt sleeve. "It's a beautiful day out why not sit on the terrace?"
"It's Saturday, some of the students could see us," Avalon hissed.
"Chill out Cedric," Palladium remarked. "I got the perfect disguise for us if someone sees us. It's fool proof. Now let's enjoy lunch."
"I hope you're sure about this," Avalon stated. They sat down at a patio table and read over the menus. Avalon ordered their drinks and they started chatting about their school work and students. Palladium talked to Avalon about writing poetry out in the quad on Saturdays. "I would like to read some of your poems sometime. I'm not that eloquent with words."
"From one professor to another your lectures are so profound that I think you'd be a natural at writing poetry," Palladium said. "You have to speak from the heart."
"That I might have trouble doing," Avalon replied. "I was imprisoned with nothing to eat or drink. I could not go to sleep and all I could see was darkness. I had no one to talk to and my magic was fading. I was fading. It was the worst kind of torture that Darkar could have done. I barely survived until I could escape."
"Wow, I never thought of what you've been through," Palladium said before sipping his drink. "But that could be the inspiration for your poems, what you've been through."
"It wouldn't be the most cheerful collection of poems," Avalon remarked.
"Poetry evokes emotion, I feel that you are passionate but holding back," Palladium uttered. Avalon looked over and out of the corner of his eye he saw a group of students coming down the sidewalk.
"Palladium, I think it's a good time to have those disguises handy," Avalon uttered as he put the desert menu to his face.
"Wizgiz taught me this trick," Palladium said, he snapped his fingers and he grew a great golden handlebar mustache. Avalon grew a dark blue Fu Manchu and he lowered his hat over his eyes.
"Is that…Professor Palladium and Avalon?" Bloom asked her friends.
"Oh I love watching teachers outside of school it's like watching little poodles walking on their hind legs like humans," Stella murmured as she stopped her two hulking bag boys who were carrying all her bags of clothes.
"I can't stand the sight of them in the real world, it's like they're human," Aisha uttered as she began to get goose bumps.
"Professor Palladium, can I ask for my grades on that test," Flora murmured softly to Palladium.
"Palladium? Who's Palladium, I am Siegfried Willshammer, and this is my cohort Pascal Zinfadel," Palladium stated in a thick accent.
"We are in the business of selling flying goats," Avalon remarked in a deeper than normal sounding voice. "Do you want to purchase a flying goat?"
"Oh, I am so sorry! I thought you were someone else," Flora responded. She went back to the Winx all flustered. "False alarm guys, they're just flying goat salesmen."
The two men snickered as they watched the confused young women walk away.