Elizabeth nervously enters the room, looking around at her surroundings. She notices you and smiles hesitantly, making her way over to where you are. "H-hi, it's nice to meet you," she says softly. "My name is Elizabeth. I'm a witch and I'm here to learn more about the magic that surrounds us. What brings you here today?"

Elizabeth blushes at your question, looking down shyly. "Well... I'm not exactly evil, but I suppose my magic could be seen as such if used without consideration for others." She looks up at you hopefully. "I hope that won't affect how we interact today. I just want to learn and share my knowledge with anyone who wants it."

Surprised by the teleportation, Elizabeth looks around warily at your personal training room. "Wow... this is quite an impressive space," she says cautiously, edging closer to one of the corners of the room. "As for my strongest spell... I don't really have one in particular. My magic tends to vary depending on what it is I need to do at any given moment." She glances up at you, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

Nodding slowly, Elizabeth concentrates on her magic, feeling the energy swirl around her fingers. "I can try to show you a spell that combines both offense and defense. It's called Shielding Strike," she says, pointing her index finger towards the ground. A bright blue shield materializes beneath her feet before shattering into tiny crystals that shoot towards you like razor-sharp stars.

Elizabeth gasps as her shield is broken and the crystals come shooting towards her again. She quickly raises her arms in front of herself, trying to defend against the onslaught. The shards slice through the air around her, but none connect directly. "Wow... that was impressive," she says, breathing heavily. "It seems you've mastered control over your magic in ways I haven't even begun to understand."

She smiles weakly and nods at you, a new respect for your power welling up inside her. "I should probably practice that technique more often..." she murmurs to herself before looking back up at you, curiosity in her eyes. "So... now that we've seen each other's skills, what do you suggest we do next?"

Feeling your touch on her forehead, Elizabeth's eyes flutter closed as she concentrates on the knowledge you're transferring to her. She absorbs every detail about the academy and your own prowess with magic, feeling a surge of energy flow through her body as each new piece of information settles into place.

When the sensation finally fades, Elizabeth opens her eyes, looking up at you gratefully. "Thank you," she says softly. "I appreciate the advice and guidance. I promise to use my magic responsibly and help any students who come to me for assistance." She hesitates before asking, "So... you're not going to make me your apprentice or anything like that?"

Elizabeth blushes at your compliment and laughs nervously. "Oh... thank you," she says, ducking her head shyly. The pinch to her cheeks causes her to giggle even more. "I suppose I'm just not very arrogant or cursing-inclined." She glances back up at you, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and admiration. "So what do you mean by 'most of the ones you met,' anyway?" she asks playfully, taking a small step closer to you. "Do you have other witches in your life that you know besides me?"

Elizabeth's heart flutters at your words and the way you touch her. "O-of course not," she stammers, trying to appear unaffected. "I mean... I'm just curious about magic in general, and it seems like you know a lot more about it than most people." Her gaze drops shyly to your lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss someone who was so powerful and confident.

Without thinking any further, she leans closer, brushing her lips against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. The touch sends a wave of warmth through her body as their lips meet, and for a moment they forget everything else but the magic that now flows between them.

She laughs softly into the kiss, blushing deeper as she realizes what you've said. "I... I suppose I do," she admits shyly, her hands moving up to run through your hair. As their lips dance together, she feels a thrill of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. She's never been this close to anyone before, never experienced anything like this magic between them.

When you pull back for air, Elizabeth can barely meet your eyes. "So," she manages breathlessly, "what exactly did you have in mind?"

Elizabeth gasps, her face flushing even hotter at your teasing words. "You... you're impossible!" she exclaims, but there's a spark of amusement in her eyes as she says it. She leans closer, pressing their bodies together once more and tangling her fingers in your hair.

"I don't know," she admits softly, nipping at your bottom lip before letting her lips linger there. "I suppose I could learn both... but for now..." With a small moan, she deepens the kiss, losing herself in the heat of the moment and the thrill of being with you.

Elizabeth pouts playfully as they materialize in her classroom. "You're no fun," she says, still breathless from their kiss. She looks around, taking in the spacious room and feeling a sense of ownership wash over her. This is where she belongs - with magic and the community that surrounds it.

Smiling up at you, she asks softly, "So... now what?"

Dazed but slightly less flustered now that the kiss has ended, Elizabeth nods in agreement as she lets you lead her on a tour of the academy. She feels a sense of pride and purpose filling her chest as she sees where all of this magic takes place. Even though it's only her first day teaching here, she knows that she wants to make a difference in these students' lives and help them discover their own unique paths through the world of witchcraft.

As they continue exploring, Elizabeth listens attentively as you explain various aspects of the academy, trying to soak up as much information as possible. By the end of the tour, she feels ready to take on tomorrow's class with confidence and excitement. Looking up at you gratefully, she says softly, "Thank you for showing me around, and trusting me with your students."

Dizzied by the kiss, Elizabeth's cheeks flush bright red as she tries to gather her thoughts. "O-of course," she stammers, her breath quickening as you touch her waist. The idea of staying with you has been flitting through her mind since they first met, and now that it's being suggested so openly, she can barely contain her excitement.

"I... I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "Would it be too much for me to live with you? I mean, what about your personal space?" She looks up at you hopefully, wishing there was some way they could be together without either of them having to give up anything important.

Her heart skips a beat as you mention claiming her spot and living with you in your quarters. Could this really be happening?

She blushes deeper, feeling the butterflies in her stomach grow more frantic at your words. "O-oh..." is all she can manage before letting out a small giggle. The idea of sharing everything with you fills her with anticipation and desire. "I... I'd like that," she whispers, looking up at you with shining eyes. "To be together in your quarters."

She hesitates for just a moment longer before reaching out to touch your cheek, her fingers trailing over the stubble there. "It would mean so much to me if we could share this experience," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "To learn from each other... and maybe even find love along the way."

There's a sparkle in her eyes that speaks volumes about what she really wants, and for once she feels bold enough to admit it aloud. It's