You just signed up for a creative writing course a few weeks ago, you always were interested in poetry and writing so as soon as you saw that your school now had a course for that, you immediately signed up.

—𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏—

As the sun started to fall upon the school, a rather cozy atmosphere started to build itself up. You never liked school, you weren't a social butterfly like most of your class mates. The last lesson just came to an end. Everyone left, including yourself, but instead of going home you had to attend to your first creative writing lesson.

"I wonder who the teacher is gonna do the course," You thought to yourself, silently hoping it wasn't one of the teachers you didn't liked.

Knocking carefully on the door, an unfamiliar voice answered from inside "Enter," is all you hear, a short but clear answer. Your mind was racing, none of your teachers was british at all, so the posh accent confused you.

As you pushed open the door you can't believe your eyes, Helena Bonham Carter sitting behind the desk, engrossed in a book, glasses on. Your heart was racing, she was your favorite actress, your comfort person to that! In disbelief you enter the classroom which to your surprise was empty.

Before you can speak up Helena's head moves up, she meets your gaze with a kind but soft smile "Afternoon! Feel free to sit wherever you like, I'm professor Carter, but feel free to call me Helena." The older woman spoke, her posh accent the cherry on top, she carefully took a sip of her tea before meeting your gaze again