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Dec 3 2017, 10:07 PM
It hadn't seemed like it would be possible, but Professor Morrigan was in an even worse mood than he had been as he sat at the front of the room and waited for the students to arrive so that he could begin class. He wasn't doing anything to occupy his time; not reading, paperwork, or working on one of his projects - he was just sitting and staring at the wall.
He didn't even register the arrival of the students into the room. When the bell rang, signaling the start of class, he waved his wand toward the door and it slammed shut. His wand snapped toward the board and it was swiftly filled with small, tight - almost angry - writing detailing the minor healing charm, Episkey.
"Today's lesson is one that is all too likely to be something that you'll need at some point during your life, so I highly recommend that you pay attention."
"This spell, will be effective with most minor injuries that you can find yourself suffering from. Though it won't be useful against magical effects or anything too serious," then he shook his head and added, "and while here at school, you shouldn't assume that this spell will take care of anything that could happen - you should still make that trip to see the nurse."
Once the lecture had ended he said, "This is clearly not something that you can practice on each other - so we'll be making do with the lecture for today. If you want to have some legitimate experience with this spell, you may reach out to Nurse Gellar and perhaps she will be able to make some time to further your training."
"Are there any questions?"
Nov 3 2017, 02:21 PM
Professor Morrigan sat silently at the front of his classroom – as he’d been doing most of the year. The lesson for the day was an important one. In his experience it was also one of the more useful spells that were taught at the school. The blackboard at the front of the room had a detailed set of notes on the Summoning Charm and, on the bottom of the board, there was a list of other books that the kids could find even more information. There was a lot of history behind the spell and a lot of it was there for the students to take down but not remotely all of it.
Off to the side of the room was a large cardboard box full of pillows. He sat and waited quietly for the students to arrive and the class to begin so that he could get on with the rest of his day. His wife’s birthday was coming up and as the days crept closer he found himself more and more withdrawn – even to the point of second guessing why he was still teaching.
Surely the kids would benefit from having a Professor who was more interested in what they were doing and what they were supposed to be learning.
Oct 2 2017, 07:49 PM
Professor Morrigan sat silently at the front of the room waiting for his students to arrive. The room was set up as it normally was, the desks in neat rows stretching back away from his desk. The wall behind him was willed with clear, concise writing with information about, and directions on how to cast the Silencing Charm. His mind was racing back over innumerable conversations with his wife about how this was probably one of the best charms ever – especially when dealing with rambunctious students.
The joke was less funny to him now, but he couldn’t help but dwell on how many things like that he’d loved but thoroughly taken for granted. He didn’t even bother to look up as the kids finally filtered into the room. Whatever noise they might have been making as they waited for class to start went right over his head. Finally a small chime rang from his desk drawer and a surprised look crossed his face. He quickly looked into the drawer and nodded to himself before standing to address his students.
“Welcome back, we’re going to be covering the Silencing Charm today.”
“I dare say that it’s one that you’re going to get a lot of use out of during the course of your lives,” he added dryly, “so make sure that you pay attention.”
With that he started into the lesson – eager to be finished so that he could get back to the project that was waiting for him at his desk.
Sep 1 2017, 10:07 AM
Professor Morrigan was utterly lost in thought as he waited for class to start. The blackboard at the front of the room was covered in neat, precise script detailing information about the Featherweight Charm; how to cast it, as well as a great deal of information about who created it and the history of how it came to be. Where his notes were normally scattered through with humorous – at least according to him – thoughts and asides, this time it was just the information. Complete, but dry and boring.
His normally ever-present smile was missing from his face as his mind was occupied with whatever was weighing on it. He didn’t look up as people filtered into the room; refusing to acknowledge their existence until it was time for class to begin. So long as nobody did anything to call attention to themselves, it seemed likely that he was going to continue to ignore them.
The student’s desks were arranged in their normal, nice, neat rows, but none of them were marked as to where people should be seated. As the first students arrived they debated quietly whether that meant they could sit anywhere or if they should take the seats that they had the year before. It seemed that no decision could be reached as there was no consensus and the kids generally did whatever they wanted as they arrived.
Aug 16 2017, 03:22 PM
The house was quiet. The house was never quiet and it plucked against every single one of Alex’s nerves as he rushed through the house, calling out for his wife or children. Since receiving the news, he’d been unable to do anything but hope that they’d been wrong. Dinner was cooking away in the slow-cooker and the delicious scents filled the house – just turning his stomach in the current situation.
Annabelle’s book was set down upside down but open. He hated that she did that; it was insane but it bugged him immensely that all of the spines for their books were broken over time as she did that. Lara’s bed was empty – relatively unused. And he fought back the urge to vomit as he hurried out of the empty living room.
Even as he moved room to room looking for his family, he knew that this nightmare was real. The building that had been his home for years just felt empty; something integral – that had made it his home – was gone forever. On the fridge, held up by a magnet, was a not telling him that she’d dropped Blythe off at Richard’s to ride the stupid horse he’d given her while she took Trystan in to do some shopping to get ready for school.
The bit of every-day domesticity was too much and his stomach clenched. Alex lurched forward and threw up in the sink. Several minutes passed as he gathered himself before she dropped the note onto the counter by the sink and – with a deep breath – he disappeared with a pop. He knew that Richard had removed him from the wards when he’d left the first time, he wasn’t sure if the old man had keyed him back in when Trystan and Blythe had started coming over more often.
He appeared on the road at the end of the path that would lead him up to the Caer. The walk up to the door was one that he could still do with his eyes closed – given how much time he’d spent out here when he was growing up, but he took forever covering the short distance as he was terrified of what he’d find when he arrived at the house.
As long as he took, it still wasn’t long enough and he hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. He blinked in surprise when Richard opened the door himself, rather than having one of the kids meet him or sending and elf. Again, he froze – not sure what to do. Knowing what he wanted, but knowing that the time for that was long past. He slipped his hands into his pockets and greeted quietly, “Hello, dad.”
“Come in, Alex,” he said quietly as he stepped aside.
“I’m very sorry for your loss. The children are waiting for you in the den.”
With a nod, Alex made his way into the house and through the halls toward the room where he’d been told his children were waiting. The sight of all four of the kids together gave him pause for just a moment. It felt sort of like what should have always been except for Amber’s presence, the knowledge that Tim wanted nothing to do with him, and the feeling of his father stepping up behind him.Blythe Morrigan