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 Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2020 2:18 pm
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I feel the love
And I feel it burn
Down this river every turn
Hope is our four letter word
Make that money
Watch it burn
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Jer had to approach the older years a bit differently than the third years, if for no other reason than one, he had to figure out what they knew, and two, he had to correct any bad habits that their previous teachers had instilled in the classes before his arrival. So while he'd decided to put on an act for the younger group, when it came to the older students, he was already seated at the edge of his desk, watching them come in and noting which ones were there. He didn't know their names, but he was good at faces, and when the last of the students entered, he gestured to shut the door magically before he stood in front of the class. He gave them a once over before he nodded in satisfaction. "Welcome back ta class. As ya can tell, I ain' yer old teacher. Jeremy Lovette, an' I will be teachin' ya wandless magic from 'ere 'til ya graduate. Jus' call me Jer. Professor is fer someone older than me, an' I don' feel li' a professor. I ain't gonna ge' inta th' 'ole spiel 'bout th' class, cause I kna ya learned tha' las' year. 'Owever, I am gonna find ou' jus' wot ya learned from th' las' professor, since ya managed ta ge' inta this class no problem."
He crossed his arms, jerking his head to the side a bit to cause the rules of the class to magically appear on the board. "Those are th' rules o' th' classroom. Yes, I will be makin' sure tha' none o' ya decide ta use any slurs. I don' care 'ow ya were raised, ain' no excuse ta say mudblood or somefink o' tha' nature. If you're a muggleborn an' choose ta use i', that's one thing, 'cause I call meself tha' an' proud. Th' rule fer knives is specifically fer those tha' fink they kna 'ow ta use 'em. I ain' seen yer knifework, an' I don' care. Th' rule fer wands is pretty self-explanatory. Res' is self-explanatory too. Ya come in ta learn, no' ta do stupid shite. Long as ya 'appen ta follow 'em, we'll be righ' as rain."
Jerking his head again, other words appeared on the board. Jer smirked as he clapped his hands together and sheets of paper drifted to each of the desks in front of each student. Still smirking, he stood up properly and gestured, collecting all of the wands n the class into a bin on his desk. "Alwite, now tha' we go' tha' outta th' way, we're gonna be goin' over wot ya learned. I wan' each o' ya ta stand, give yer moniker, an' try an' cas' somefink from yer previous years on th' paper in fron' o' ya. Jus' don' se' i' on fire. After tha', yer gonna tell me somefink ya learned in class over th' years. I ain' takin' points off if ya can' do nuffink ta th' paper, so no pressure. We'll ge' inta tha' shite later. Wite now, it's all teachin' me 'bout all o' ya."
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Thoughts: Well, let's see 'ow much they learned.
OOC:
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Old but, I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
And I feel something so wrong by doing the right thing
I could lie, couldn't I, couldn't I?
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2021 1:15 am
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 ♜♖EDEN RHYS HARPERsixth year || Hufflepuff prefect || muggleborn
Dueling Club sharpshooter || Language Club student
Namaste Club yogi || Quidditch beater and captain
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Tuesday after Cursebreaking, Eden made his way back to the Wandless classroom. Going to office hours for Wandless had sounded like some kind of masochistic torture at first-- Yay, let’s spend even more time in my worst and least favorite subject! What fun!
Eden kicked the floor in frustration. Six years of Hogwarts and magical training and sometimes he still couldn’t manage to get consistent results on even simple things like levitating a book or maintaining a steady light without his wand. He used to try practicing every night--but things would always falter and fail after a while. If it weren’t for the spellwork from healing, he would have theorized he was just a fluke of a wizard. Healing always made sense--the magic would flow like a steady stream instead of jagged puzzle pieces clanking against each other. Transfiguration and Potions worked too. They made sense anyways, like parts fitting together.
But Wandless? However much Eden memorized spell theory or charms or whatever, he couldn’t get the spells to work as evenly and consistently. And without his wand as a crutch...he was lucky if a spell happened correctly and he lit a fire instead of...just made smoke, or worse, caused a small explosion. He didn’t like the idea of needing extra tutoring--it made his A feel more like an “Unacceptable” than “Acceptable”-- but Eden couldn’t risk getting another A. His parents would freak out, they’d end up taking it out on Mattie…and it would just confirm he was a terrible, idiot wizard.
Still, he ought to be glad Professor Lovette was willing to put up with him, much less put up with his coming. He took a deep breath and knocked before entering ”Hello Professor...thank you for meeting me again.”
Eden set his bag aside and readied himself for another house of humiliation practice.
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setting Wandless Classroom, sometime in midmorning in February || with Professor Lovette
appearance 5’8”, fit || wearing uniform
status Wandless humiliation tutoring. _______________//OOC: Sorry this is so late >.<"""" Let me know if I can provide more detail or context anywhere.
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Don’t close your eyes, it’ll all be okay
Come dry yourself beside the fire
Made of all those former worries that you’ve carried inside you
There’s no need for names
Just let them burn, we’ll warm ourselves with the flames ♖♜~"The River with No Name" by Radical Face.
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