Farah Dowling [Fate: The Winx Saga] x OC (Closed)

Farah felt Neva come to stand behind her, and she held her breath for a second. "A runes book," she murmured, her eyes flitting over the titles on the spines. "I just can't seem to find it."

Farah knelt beside her protégé. Her fingers nimbly slipped the book from its place and opened it. "Yes, this is it. Thank you."

Farah's eyes quickly darted away as Neva stood up. She couldn't let herself continue to think the way she did when she was around Neva. Slowly, she rose to her feet as well and paced over to one of the couches she had and sank down onto it.

At that, Farah looked up quickly. "No, you have to come," she protested. "I have to go, so you have to go."

Farah arched her eyebrows and smirked. "And what if I make it mandatory for all staff members to attend?" she challenged playfully. The amount of people who got to see this side of Alfea's headmistress could be counted on one hand.

"Alright then. It's mandatory," Farah purred, turning her attention back to her book.

Farah didn't lift her eyes from the page. "Maybe I did. You need to get out of this office." Sighing, she raised her eyes to meet Neva's again. "I feel as though I've been keeping you from having any fun or getting to know the other professors," she said earnestly.

Farah didn't bother to hide the soft look of shock on her face. She quickly cleared her throat and replied professionally. "While I appreciate wanting to learn my job, one of the most important aspects is being well-acquainted with the other professors."

Farah took the papers. "No, that's everything for now. I'll see you tonight at the party." She knew exactly what Neva was feeling, and she'd known exactly what her words meant. It hurt her to not be able to act on her desires, but she had an image to uphold. And if they were found out, God forbid, it would soundly damage Farah's reputation and destroy Neva's future.

The party was scheduled to begin at 7, so at 6:15, Farah resigned from her work and headed to her private quarters. She slipped into a change of clothes – still professional but slightly more comfortable – and redid her makeup. She touched up her hair briefly and sighed. Seeing Neva tonight was going to be a blessing and a curse.

(OMG SHE SHOULD COME TO FARAH TO HELP HER WITH HER HAIR SINCE FARAH IS A HAIR GODDESS)

Farah was ready early, so she perched herself on her bed and opened the runes book Neva had helped her find earlier to read a few pages.

Farah frowned at the knock on her door. She was confused about who would be here at this hour until she heard Neva's voice. She shut her book and abandoned it on her bed to open the door.

It took all her willpower to hold in her gasp at Neva's appearance. "You look… stunning," she said softly. "What did you need help with?"

Farah smiled and nodded. "I'm honored you thought of me," she said, stepping back from the door so Neva could enter. The room smelled like Farah – earthy tea, old books, and a faint whiff of hair product.

Farah laughed a bit. "It's not much, but it's mine," she remarked. "Have a seat." She motioned to the small stool set up at her vanity where a brush, a curler, a straightener, an extreme amount of hair products, and the biggest container of bobby pins Neva had ever seen were set up and waiting.

"What?" Farah asked after hearing Neva's chuckle. "It's my vice." She slowly ran her fingers through Neva's hair to get a feel for the thickness and what she could do. "Did you have any ideas of what you wanted?" she asked softly.