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Post by Hillary Grace on Mar 14, 2012 15:53:22 GMT -5
Things were good today. No, strike that. Things were great. Perfect even, one might say. Her charms essay had just come back with a big red E on it and she'd even managed to overpower her opponent in her 'defence against the dark arts' class. On top of that, she could swear that cute boy in the 7th grade had smiled at her this morning. Yes, things were looking up for Hillary and it wasn't even past lunch yet. Even the weather seemed to feel her mood and mirrored it with bright sun rays that warmed her bare shoulders. Her robes, sweater and shirt were all neatly tucked into her messenger bag and left her in skirt and tank top. Spring was definitely in the air.
Strolling down the lawn, she quietly started humming the tune of a song she'd heard on WWN. She didn't now the name of it, nor the lyrics, but for some reason, it had stayed in her mind. It was a cheerful tune, upbeat, and it made her want to dance. She didn't of course. There was no guaranteeing what the other students might think if she was to break out in a big musical number in the middle of the courtyard. Silly? Ridiculous? Plain weird? Perhaps they'd find her fun and decided to join in? Well, she would never find out as she didn't do anything more dramatic than an energetic leap in her walk and a slight whisking of her arms. Much less attention drawing.
At least it would have been, had she kept her eyes on the ground. Instead, that very same boy who'd smiled so broadly at her in the morning had caught her eye. He was playing around with a snitch some yards away, a big group of friends surrounding him. She was dumbfounded and when her foot got stuck in a twig protruding from the ground, she fell just as awkwardly, face sliding in the mud. If only nobody saw that, she might be able to continue the day as happily as it had began and pretend it had never happened. After all, today was her lucky day. Right?
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Post by Professor Lindor on Mar 15, 2012 22:07:30 GMT -5
It's not that the professors were required to walk around the school grounds and suprervise the students Philip just randomly decided to. He couldn't help but notice how nice it was outside today. He enjoyed getting out of the castle and seeing how students interacted with each other. It also gave him an idea how the students would react that day. For example if there was a duel that had taken place during the day he would know to seperate those two students from each other.
If two students were caught making out he would purpsoly seperate them for the class. It's not that his class had assigned seating but sometimes they had desk working days and he allowed them to sit wherever they wanted. When it came time for days when they had to cast spells towards each other he usually let them choose their own powers unless he noticed that a perticular pair slacked off or anything then he would choose. Philip was walking around when he noticed a female student slip and fall into the mud. He walked over to her with his hands behind his back.
" Grace well done in class today" Philip said with a smirk on his face as he was trying to hide his laughter. Philip was one of those teachers that rarely used the students first names. Mostly because he didn't want to learn them.
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Post by Hillary Grace on Mar 17, 2012 7:11:39 GMT -5
It just happened to be one of the young, good looking ones. That was Hillary's first thought as she raised her eyes from the ground to look at her 'defence against the dark arts' teacher. "Oh... Thank you, professor Lindor." she said, thankful for the mud covering her now blushing cheeks. She made an effort to wipe the dirt away as she sat up, putting her hand up to her eyes to squint at the sun.
Her clothes were dirty, obviously, with patches of green and brown scattered all over her, and she still had classes to attend. Classes with teachers who expected their students to look presentable. "Scourgify" she muttered while moving her wand over her skirt and bag. It probably wasn't the most ultimate spell to use, she realized, while observing the tiny bubbles of soap spill over the fabric. It did the trick though, even though it left her clothes slightly more damp than before.
Tightening the ribbon she'd so meticulously put around her ponytail in the morning, Hillary turned to look at Philip Lindor once more. "How are you today, professor?" she asked in an attempt to regain a little bit of dignity. "Are classes going alright?" While saying this, she got up on to her feet and straightened her skirt. Up from the ground and the dirt. Great.
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Post by Professor Lindor on Mar 18, 2012 13:32:40 GMT -5
Philip nodded his head he was impressed that she had continued to take his class. Since everybody knew it got very hard. Well he always made it harder then it needed to be but espically the harder you went up. He watched her do a spell to clean herself up he knew it wasn't the best spell to use but the students had to do things for themselves. If she had attempted to do that in his classroom he would've corrected her and told her a more fitting spell to use.
But since they were outside he figured he could let her use whichever spell she wanted to use. Well within reason anyway. " I am content with how today is going" He told her with a nod of his head. When he was around students he was always very professional. None of them knew his life except for what he thought was aproipate to share with them.
So his students knew about his wordless magic, his wandless magic his oclumency and ligelmiacy. But that was just to prove to them that they could all be great witches and wizards if they truly but effort into it. He nodded his head again " They're as good as can be expected" He told her with another nod of his head. " Third years are starting the history of the werewolf today, and as you know this will be an on-going topic for about a month" He told her as he put his hands behind his back. " How is your classes going Grace?" He asked her with a smile.
He hoped her grades were better then her ability to not fall. Otherwise she was in for a tough year.
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Post by Hillary Grace on Mar 19, 2012 10:24:11 GMT -5
Yes. She remembered her third year and especially those classes. The werewolves had fascinated her. It had been one of her favourite topics in the class, and she'd even done some research on her own. The way they belonged in two different world was like a thick adventure novel to her. The ordinary witch or wizard who turned into a wild beast at full moon, loosing themselves and forgetting everything they used to be. Much like her own life had turned out. An average student in the daytime. A fearless and powerful 'Dementor' in the night. "Yes, they are quite interesting beings. I liked those lessons." she told him, speaking the truth while slightly trying to flatter him. "You're a good teacher." It usually didn't hurt being on good terms with your professors, so why not take the chance when it was presented to you?
Classes had seemed easier in her third year too. Years before OWL's and NEWT's were even in the picture. Before every evening had to be dedicated to homework and homework only. Before she left the classrooms more confused than when she'd walked in. For every new term, the topics seemed to become more and more difficult. She was just happy she had brighter friends to help her through it all.
"They're alright, I think." she said while trying to put on a bright smile. Her insecurity probably shone through though. She'd never been good at hiding how she really felt. "I passed all of my OWL's last year." Her smile turned a bit more genuine as she said that. Last year had gone well. There had even been a few E's scattered over her report card, and she'd been so proud when she'd showed it to her parents. This year... Well, she'd just have to wait and see.
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Post by Professor Lindor on Mar 19, 2012 19:17:11 GMT -5
Pilip smiled when she said he was a good teacher he enjoyed hearing positve feedback from his students. " And as I recall to remember you did the best on that report, between you and me I still use it as an example of how a perfect report is to be written" He told her. He was going to use it for a long time until he could find a better one. But who knows how long that would take if ever. Philip could tell she was uneasey about her grades.
She was doing alright so far this year in his class. But this year was mostly reports so she would proably pass with at least an E. Philip looked around him to make sure that no other students were liestening " I normally don't do this but roughly in a week or so you will write for me a report on Meditation and Discuss the Importance of Strengthening the Mind, so if you would like a head start now's your chance" He told her shrugging his shoulders. Philip coughed " Besides once I asasign it, it will be due three days later so a head start would be a good thing" He told her truthfully. Sixth year the deadlines came up quicker then in the years previous.
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Post by Hillary Grace on Mar 20, 2012 16:32:45 GMT -5
He really showed it to his other students? As an example? As a perfect report? Hillary's cheeks flushed a scarlet red as the professor praised her. Hadn't she known it would be a great day? Her lips parted in a broad grin as the pride filled her heart. "Oh, thank you, professor!" she smiled at the man. "That's very kind of you."
She knew there was something more coming when he looked around him, as if he wanted to make sure no one overheard them. It made Hillary lean a bit closer to her professor, eager to hear the secret. She was happy he'd told her. It seemed like a tough subject and only having three days to write it was equally harsh. Now however, with the extra advantage, she might even be able to write the whole thing on her own. Without any help from Mario, or anyone else for that matter. Thinking about it, she might just keep this information to herself. Let the others deal with the tight deadline. Yes, she certainly would. There was no reason worrying her friends. They would manage. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them and all that. "Thank you again, professor. I promise I'll work hard on it." she smiled at her teacher, truly thankful.
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Post by Professor Lindor on Mar 20, 2012 19:12:47 GMT -5
Philip smiled and shrugged his shoulders " Techinically I should be thanking you, now I don't have to spend valuable teaching time, teaching them how a good report should be written" He told her truthfully. Before her report he had to spend time explaining what a good report was and what was a bad one. Now all he has to do is show them and let them follow as an example. Philip nodded his head " I know you would and I want to see you do well that's why I'm giving you lots of extra time" He told her. He could've kept it a secret but he knew that sometimes Grace got over stressed and he didn't want that to happen.
She was a good student he knew she could do well in life and he knew that. So anything he could do to help her succeed he would do.
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Post by Hillary Grace on Mar 25, 2012 7:37:41 GMT -5
He could be harsh at times, her 'defence against the dark arts' teacher. She'd always known that. Helpful, but very strict and official. He was probably just this soft, cuddly bear on the inside though and so it was a nice change to see him this way. She continued smiling at her professor, feeling more relaxed. In fact, she'd almost forgotten the dried mud in her hair. Almost. She should probably take a shower before her next class.
Hillary took a look at the watch on her left hand. There was still thirty minutes before her lunch break was over. If she left soon, she might be able to both clean herself properly, and start with the intruduction to his essay before she had to leave for 'History of Magic'. "Yes, perhaps I should get some studying done before my next class." she said to professor Lindor. Meditation. Strengthening her mind. It did sound like useful things to know. Interesting even.
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Post by Professor Lindor on Mar 25, 2012 15:52:33 GMT -5
Philip nodded his head " I agree" He said to her and turned and walked away. He didn't plan to stay and watch her walk away then it would make him look like some kind of sicko. He didn't feel bad about giving her a head start. He just hoped she would do well with the extra time he had given her. If she were to dissapoint him he would never give her extra time and watch her not do as well.
He knew it was a hard subject but it was in his ciruclium and he had to teach everything in his ciriciluem. If he missed a subject he felt like he wasn't educating his students as much as he should be.
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Post by Hillary Grace on Mar 30, 2012 14:35:46 GMT -5
Hillary gave her professor one last smile before she turned around to face the front doors and started walking. The hufflepuff dorm was down in the basement and it would take her a few minutes to get there. Still, she didn't want to come to late to her next lesson and so she quickened her pace. Not quite running, but still a very fast walk.
To her, meditation was an indian type of relaxing that her sister did when things got too stressful. She should probably do some research tonight about how it was connected to the magical world. This was an opportunity when she couldn't dissapoint her professor. If she did good, perhaps he'd raise her grade. She'd struggle. Yes. Definitely. It would be hard. But with the extra time, there was a possibility she would actually do a good job. It was with determination that she let the heavy wooden doors close behind her and made her way downstairs.
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