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laurange 04-16-2019 08:33 PM

Office of Professor Simran Sandhu
 
As you enter Professor Sandhu's office, the first thing you may notice is that it only just barely falls short of being a fully fledged library. Books and magazines on every imaginable intersection between Astronomy and Magic line the shelves, some bearing familiar names such as Georg Joachim von Rheticus and Marion Burbage. It seems almost impossible that one person can have read them all, especially since not all of them were written in English. Should you attempt to take a book from this valuable collection without permission, alarms will go off, alerting Professor Sandhu, and your hands will turn red. There will also be consequences.

The room is lit entirely by natural light in the daytime, but at night and in the winter months, mason jars of bluebell flames illuminate the space. It almost definitely smells of apple pie, but that is most likely due to the scented candle burning at the desk.

Not far from the three-wicked candle stand two photo frames. The first is of herself, her husband, taken not long before he passed, and their son. She is hardly recognisable at first glance -- this photo is close to forty years old, but she wasn't born in her mid-80s. The second photo is much more recent, a picnic with the four generations of Sandhu women, the youngest of whom is taking a nap in Simran's arms.

A door to the south side leads into the Innovation Lounge.

ArianaBlack 05-09-2019 10:02 PM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12411697)
Simran knew that she was expecting one particular Nina Castillo in her office, of course, and right after the lesson, but she had quite hoped that the girl would remain in the classroom after her classmates so that they could walk to the office together, and she could assure the girl that there was no reason to worry. Of course, as is typical of aging women, she may have forgotten to say as much, and said Miss Castillo had left the lesson with the rest of her peers, presumably to wait outside her office.

Fortunately or otherwise, the fourth years were her last lesson of the Friday evenings -- or at least they would be for this half of the semester, before any timetable changes for OWL and NEWT students came into effect -- and she didn't have another group to teach right after this one.

Scurrying down the stairs from the classroom to her office area, she was pleased to see the girl already there. "Miss Castillo!" she beamed, hands clapping together in delight. "Oh, you can go ahead and head on inside -- it's not locked." Simran had learned a long time ago that she was far too distracted to remember to lock her doors, and had instead convinced some of her security-inclined colleagues to place some very nicely-tailored anti-theft spells on her things.

Unless, of course, she would rather have this discussion outside, but Simran was not all that keen on George (or, as she affectionally referred to him: Portrait Man) telling them off for interrupting his snooze. Did Simran notice Nina's distress? Not at all! It hadn't occurred to her at all that her suggestion that one of her best students meet her in her office after class could or would induce any anxiety at all. Besides, since she was blessed by her pancreas with the absence of diabetes, there were sweets to be had!

OOC: You can go ahead and post in the office thread now, unless Nina decides she'd rather not do that.

Actually, she hadn’t gone to the office immediately because she didn’t want anyone to see that she had an appointment. If others took notice, then it would either look like she WANTED to discuss matters with Professor Sandhu on her own accord—which would paint her as a total teacher’s pet— OR it would look like what it really was. That she had been asked to pop by for a chat. Meaning: She was in trouble. Nina wanted no one to assume any of those things and so she had walked out with her classmates before making it midway down the corridor and making some silly excuse about having left something in the classroom.

Only she didn’t head for the classroom. She headed for her Professor’s office, which was why she was slightly surprised when she found out she had managed to beat Professor Sandhu. Whoops.

Nina turned slowly, her neck slowly sinking into her shoulders as she faced her Professor. Um. Okay. She turned back and reached for the doorknob, entering the office space without a word. She wasn’t really in the mood to speak. A mood, which, changed almost entirely when she was me with an entire library.

The Slytherin’s eyes grew triple their size as she scanned the shelves from left to right. While she was still standing only a few inches from the doorway, she was still able to read most of the words written across their spines. This was incredible. There were so many questions she wanted to ask and so many volumes she wanted to read. The distraction was almost enough to make her forget what she was doing here in the first place.

Almost.

But not quite.

laurange 05-14-2019 02:44 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 12411915)
Actually, she hadn’t gone to the office immediately because she didn’t want anyone to see that she had an appointment. If others took notice, then it would either look like she WANTED to discuss matters with Professor Sandhu on her own accord—which would paint her as a total teacher’s pet— OR it would look like what it really was. That she had been asked to pop by for a chat. Meaning: She was in trouble. Nina wanted no one to assume any of those things and so she had walked out with her classmates before making it midway down the corridor and making some silly excuse about having left something in the classroom.

Only she didn’t head for the classroom. She headed for her Professor’s office, which was why she was slightly surprised when she found out she had managed to beat Professor Sandhu. Whoops.

Nina turned slowly, her neck slowly sinking into her shoulders as she faced her Professor. Um. Okay. She turned back and reached for the doorknob, entering the office space without a word. She wasn’t really in the mood to speak. A mood, which, changed almost entirely when she was me with an entire library.

The Slytherin’s eyes grew triple their size as she scanned the shelves from left to right. While she was still standing only a few inches from the doorway, she was still able to read most of the words written across their spines. This was incredible. There were so many questions she wanted to ask and so many volumes she wanted to read. The distraction was almost enough to make her forget what she was doing here in the first place.

Almost.

But not quite.

Yes, well, it was rather difficult to ensure that the students managed to remove themselves from the classroom without damaging any equipment, or leaving a mess, or moving the desks. Often, Simran spent the whole half hour she had between lessons shifting tables around. Especially after lessons where she moved them all to the side of the room for an activity or other. And in the absence of students volunteering to help, this took time, even with magic. And so Nina Castillo had beat her to the office.

Simran hummed a little to herself as she entered her office, shutting the door behind her and making her way over to the desk. She was about three steps in when she noticed that a certain Miss Castillo was staring at her collection of titles. Chuckling, she made her way back to the girl and nudged her towards the desk.

"Sit down, dear," she said, and once the younger had gotten moving, resumed her way to the desk. "Would you like some tea?"

Once at the desk, she settled into her chair and wiggled slightly to get comfortable. Then picking up a small ream of parchment paper, she straightened it and held it across the table. "This is the work you have submitted this week," she said, wiggling the ream of parchment a little for emphasis, the bright green O on the top right corner glinting in the light of the bluebell flames. "You bring up a lot of interesting points, Miss Castillo. Points that would have been so fun to discuss in lessons."

"Is there a reason you don't enjoy speaking up in class, dear?" Actually, maybe tea would be a good idea. This seemed like a conversation best had over tea. "It's worrying to see such a bright student look so uneasy in a classroom."

ArianaBlack 05-16-2019 09:50 PM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12412598)
Yes, well, it was rather difficult to ensure that the students managed to remove themselves from the classroom without damaging any equipment, or leaving a mess, or moving the desks. Often, Simran spent the whole half hour she had between lessons shifting tables around. Especially after lessons where she moved them all to the side of the room for an activity or other. And in the absence of students volunteering to help, this took time, even with magic. And so Nina Castillo had beat her to the office.

Simran hummed a little to herself as she entered her office, shutting the door behind her and making her way over to the desk. She was about three steps in when she noticed that a certain Miss Castillo was staring at her collection of titles. Chuckling, she made her way back to the girl and nudged her towards the desk.

"Sit down, dear," she said, and once the younger had gotten moving, resumed her way to the desk. "Would you like some tea?"

Once at the desk, she settled into her chair and wiggled slightly to get comfortable. Then picking up a small ream of parchment paper, she straightened it and held it across the table. "This is the work you have submitted this week," she said, wiggling the ream of parchment a little for emphasis, the bright green O on the top right corner glinting in the light of the bluebell flames. "You bring up a lot of interesting points, Miss Castillo. Points that would have been so fun to discuss in lessons."

"Is there a reason you don't enjoy speaking up in class, dear?" Actually, maybe tea would be a good idea. This seemed like a conversation best had over tea. "It's worrying to see such a bright student look so uneasy in a classroom."

This did not surprise Nina Castillo. Most of her classmates were absolute idiots, and to make sure they all managed to remove themselves from the classroom without damaging equipment was as if praying for a miracle. Nina often considered offering her help after a lesson, but offering assistance would paint her in a light she would rather avoid all together. It was the same reasoning behind her lack of vocal participation during class itself. If one was not careful, it was easy to be tagged as the ‘Professor’s Pet’ and this was hardly a legacy that Nina wanted to create for herself. She had worked her entire life to get rid of the tag. And seeing as Hogwarts offered her the unique opportunity to begin anew, she would never willingly bring it upon herself.

Not that any of this mattered any more, however, as her current placement within a Professor’s classroom was probably doing the exact thing she had been avoiding from the beginning. So much for fresh starts.

Her eyes quickly moved away from the books as her attention moved back to her Professor. The Slytherin began to move forward towards one of the seats, though every step felt heavy as if her feet were weighed down by concrete blocks. ”No thank you,” she shook her head, politely declining the offer. Tea would prolong the process she was hoping to speed through. There was no need to sit comfortably, as she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Though she sat in the comfortable chair, she felt anything but. Her back remained stiff, and it was only when she drew herself closer to properly make out the bright ‘O’ that she smiled softly. She only allowed the smile to appear for a few short seconds, before swapping it out for a neutral look.

Um.

Nina shrugged in response to the question, taking a moment to consider her answer before opening her mouth to reply. ”I’d rather listen to others,” was ultimately what she chose to say, as it was honest. There was something about Professor Sandhu’s eyes that made Nina feel guilty. It was as if she was sitting across from her very own abuelita (grandmother).

laurange 05-26-2019 07:29 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 12412926)
This did not surprise Nina Castillo. Most of her classmates were absolute idiots, and to make sure they all managed to remove themselves from the classroom without damaging equipment was as if praying for a miracle. Nina often considered offering her help after a lesson, but offering assistance would paint her in a light she would rather avoid all together. It was the same reasoning behind her lack of vocal participation during class itself. If one was not careful, it was easy to be tagged as the ‘Professor’s Pet’ and this was hardly a legacy that Nina wanted to create for herself. She had worked her entire life to get rid of the tag. And seeing as Hogwarts offered her the unique opportunity to begin anew, she would never willingly bring it upon herself.

Not that any of this mattered any more, however, as her current placement within a Professor’s classroom was probably doing the exact thing she had been avoiding from the beginning. So much for fresh starts.

Her eyes quickly moved away from the books as her attention moved back to her Professor. The Slytherin began to move forward towards one of the seats, though every step felt heavy as if her feet were weighed down by concrete blocks. ”No thank you,” she shook her head, politely declining the offer. Tea would prolong the process she was hoping to speed through. There was no need to sit comfortably, as she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Though she sat in the comfortable chair, she felt anything but. Her back remained stiff, and it was only when she drew herself closer to properly make out the bright ‘O’ that she smiled softly. She only allowed the smile to appear for a few short seconds, before swapping it out for a neutral look.

Um.

Nina shrugged in response to the question, taking a moment to consider her answer before opening her mouth to reply. ”I’d rather listen to others,” was ultimately what she chose to say, as it was honest. There was something about Professor Sandhu’s eyes that made Nina feel guilty. It was as if she was sitting across from her very own abuelita (grandmother).

Now, Simran would never go so far as to claim her students were idiots, not at all. It was only that when she had a late-night lesson with Gryffindors and Slytherins together, she mentally went through several things she would rather be doing, and it was a long list. It did get reasonably entertaining too, once she had exhausted the commonplace options.

But speaking of students, this one didn't want tea. Simran's face fell, just for a moment, and the woman seemed truly offended. But it was all so fast that Nina might quite possibly have imagined it, and she quickly returned to normal. Of course it was normal not to want tea. The fact that her granddaughter loved tea so much that she named her own child after a blend had absolutely nothing to do with Simran, of course not. No reason to be upset here.

Ah, the soft smile of success. Simran had never had that smile, but Rishi had, as well as several of her colleagues she would have suspected would be Ravenclaws, had they not been Muggles. She, on the other hand, was more prone to jumping up and down in unrestrained glee, and screaming "I DID IT" at the top of her lungs. They were difficult to suppress in the presence of students but the urge still remained every time she saw the flicker of understanding in a child's eye. Gryffindor problems.

"Have you considered that, perhaps, others would like to listen to you?" she asked gently, her smile worried as she noticed the smile the young Slytherin wore fade back into an expression that betrayed nothing. "Not just me, but your classmates could benefit from hearing alternative points of view and other ways to argue things."

Wait. "Is there something bothering you, dear? Problems with your peers or at home?" Although children with problems at home often seemed excessively relieved to be back at school. But everyone reacted differently to things, so the 'usual' had no business in her office. None whatsoever.

ArianaBlack 05-29-2019 08:29 PM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12414101)
Now, Simran would never go so far as to claim her students were idiots, not at all. It was only that when she had a late-night lesson with Gryffindors and Slytherins together, she mentally went through several things she would rather be doing, and it was a long list. It did get reasonably entertaining too, once she had exhausted the commonplace options.

But speaking of students, this one didn't want tea. Simran's face fell, just for a moment, and the woman seemed truly offended. But it was all so fast that Nina might quite possibly have imagined it, and she quickly returned to normal. Of course it was normal not to want tea. The fact that her granddaughter loved tea so much that she named her own child after a blend had absolutely nothing to do with Simran, of course not. No reason to be upset here.

Ah, the soft smile of success. Simran had never had that smile, but Rishi had, as well as several of her colleagues she would have suspected would be Ravenclaws, had they not been Muggles. She, on the other hand, was more prone to jumping up and down in unrestrained glee, and screaming "I DID IT" at the top of her lungs. They were difficult to suppress in the presence of students but the urge still remained every time she saw the flicker of understanding in a child's eye. Gryffindor problems.

"Have you considered that, perhaps, others would like to listen to you?" she asked gently, her smile worried as she noticed the smile the young Slytherin wore fade back into an expression that betrayed nothing. "Not just me, but your classmates could benefit from hearing alternative points of view and other ways to argue things."

Wait. "Is there something bothering you, dear? Problems with your peers or at home?" Although children with problems at home often seemed excessively relieved to be back at school. But everyone reacted differently to things, so the 'usual' had no business in her office. None whatsoever.

Maybe not all of them were, but they were quite a loud majority. Nina would go as far to say so, at least.

Nina took notice of her Professor's disappointment, despite how quickly the look had left her features. She felt guilty for a few short moments, again feeling rather strange and uncomfortable sitting across from the woman who reminded her of family. Still, she stood by her choice to deny the offering. Tea would mean prolonging the conversation and Nina had every intention to make this meeting to go by as quickly as humanly possible.

Nina shrugged in response to the first question, it felt rhetorical and didn't really need an answer, did it? If anything it was a leading question, one that assumed a specific answer. Perhaps her classmates would like to listen to her, but that didn't change the fact that she didn't want them to. That was her choice and no one could convince her otherwise, that much she knew. Besides, she wasn't the only one who chose to remain quiet during a lesson. It wasn't fair that she had been singled out! Plenty of people chose not to answer questions.

The second question, however, stirred a reaction from the young Sytherin. Her eyes opened widely as she began shaking her head. "No," her response tumbled out of her mouth rather hurriedly. Things weren't great at home at the moment, but it wasn't anything traumatizing. She'd be fine. Her parents would be fine. And.... At school? Sure the dormitory wasn't exactly a friendly place, and she didn't have very many friends. But she didn't need a Professor to know that, it would simply make matters WORSE. "Everything is fine, Professor, can I please go?"

Her head was starting to spin.

laurange 06-05-2019 04:52 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 12414602)
Maybe not all of them were, but they were quite a loud majority. Nina would go as far to say so, at least.

Nina took notice of her Professor's disappointment, despite how quickly the look had left her features. She felt guilty for a few short moments, again feeling rather strange and uncomfortable sitting across from the woman who reminded her of family. Still, she stood by her choice to deny the offering. Tea would mean prolonging the conversation and Nina had every intention to make this meeting to go by as quickly as humanly possible.

Nina shrugged in response to the first question, it felt rhetorical and didn't really need an answer, did it? If anything it was a leading question, one that assumed a specific answer. Perhaps her classmates would like to listen to her, but that didn't change the fact that she didn't want them to. That was her choice and no one could convince her otherwise, that much she knew. Besides, she wasn't the only one who chose to remain quiet during a lesson. It wasn't fair that she had been singled out! Plenty of people chose not to answer questions.

The second question, however, stirred a reaction from the young Sytherin. Her eyes opened widely as she began shaking her head. "No," her response tumbled out of her mouth rather hurriedly. Things weren't great at home at the moment, but it wasn't anything traumatizing. She'd be fine. Her parents would be fine. And.... At school? Sure the dormitory wasn't exactly a friendly place, and she didn't have very many friends. But she didn't need a Professor to know that, it would simply make matters WORSE. "Everything is fine, Professor, can I please go?"

Her head was starting to spin.

Simran's concern only grew and grew as she watched the young Slytherin - of course she had noticed the girl leave lessons alone and enter them equally so, but desiring solitude and being lonely often looked the same and it was always better to be supportive and concerned than to brush it off and assume that all was well. She'd made that mistake once, assuming a student was simply tired from their workload.

She would never make the mistake she made with Brian Woods again.

And there it was, what she'd been worried about. The defensive "I'm fine" that she'd seen all too often. Oxford was a place of great stress, and it could be almost as difficult to watch as it was to bear. She'd been on both sides - she knew. Hogwarts really needed a therapist.

"You can go right after you tell me what's bothering you," she said at last, firm. "Would you like some tea?" It seemed polite to offer again, seeing as it was now possible they would be there a while.

ArianaBlack 06-15-2019 03:38 AM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12415732)
Simran's concern only grew and grew as she watched the young Slytherin - of course she had noticed the girl leave lessons alone and enter them equally so, but desiring solitude and being lonely often looked the same and it was always better to be supportive and concerned than to brush it off and assume that all was well. She'd made that mistake once, assuming a student was simply tired from their workload.

She would never make the mistake she made with Brian Woods again.

And there it was, what she'd been worried about. The defensive "I'm fine" that she'd seen all too often. Oxford was a place of great stress, and it could be almost as difficult to watch as it was to bear. She'd been on both sides - she knew. Hogwarts really needed a therapist.

"You can go right after you tell me what's bothering you," she said at last, firm. "Would you like some tea?" It seemed polite to offer again, seeing as it was now possible they would be there a while.

Well Nina would much rather her Professors assume she was desiring solitude! She didn't need anyone to inquire about her personal life. A personal life meant it was personal. And Nina didn't owe anyone an explanation, despite the fact that everyone asked for one anyway. It wasn't fair. Why did it matter so much anyway? Why did every Professor seem so concerned? It wasn't like she didn't do her homework, or take her assignments seriously. She never goofed off in class and always followed the rules. She always practiced politeness and hardly ever rolled her eyes at other students (this was QUITE a practice in self-control).

Nina Castillo may not have been fine, but it was no one else's business!

Professor Sandhu's tone made Nina feel very small. The Slytherin even visibly shrunk in her chair. "Nothing is bothering me, Professor," she tried again. Her voice sounding far more confident than she actually felt. She didn't want to talk to a Professor about any of this. It wasn't fair. Again she shook her head to deny the offer of tea.

She didn't want tea and she didn't want to have this conversation.

laurange 06-24-2019 04:43 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 12416816)
Well Nina would much rather her Professors assume she was desiring solitude! She didn't need anyone to inquire about her personal life. A personal life meant it was personal. And Nina didn't owe anyone an explanation, despite the fact that everyone asked for one anyway. It wasn't fair. Why did it matter so much anyway? Why did every Professor seem so concerned? It wasn't like she didn't do her homework, or take her assignments seriously. She never goofed off in class and always followed the rules. She always practiced politeness and hardly ever rolled her eyes at other students (this was QUITE a practice in self-control).

Nina Castillo may not have been fine, but it was no one else's business!

Professor Sandhu's tone made Nina feel very small. The Slytherin even visibly shrunk in her chair. "Nothing is bothering me, Professor," she tried again. Her voice sounding far more confident than she actually felt. She didn't want to talk to a Professor about any of this. It wasn't fair. Again she shook her head to deny the offer of tea.

She didn't want tea and she didn't want to have this conversation.

Simran had learned many things over the years, but tragically none of those things had quite hammered out the Gryffindor stubbornness. Sure, she had outgrown most chaotic tendencies and was no longer allowed to go bungee-jumping in most places, but one thing she was good at is digging her heels into the ground. And also observing people. But mostly digging her heels in.

Was she budging? No. "Nothing at all?" she said, and the disappointment wasn't entirely feigned. No, not quite. "Well, if the academic workload isn't enough, I suppose I have been under-assigning work. Worry not! I've got dozens of worksheets on every subtopic you could imagine!"

She hadn't considered it until just that moment, but OWL-preparation did begin in fourth year! This way she could halve the workload of fifth-year revision work, but she'd just make this threat seem one-sided. For now. The fifth years still needed the worksheets, but whether this current group of fourth years needed it next term remained to be seen. Oh, if it was appropriate to cackle, she would!

ArianaBlack 06-26-2019 02:18 AM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12417763)
Simran had learned many things over the years, but tragically none of those things had quite hammered out the Gryffindor stubbornness. Sure, she had outgrown most chaotic tendencies and was no longer allowed to go bungee-jumping in most places, but one thing she was good at is digging her heels into the ground. And also observing people. But mostly digging her heels in.

Was she budging? No. "Nothing at all?" she said, and the disappointment wasn't entirely feigned. No, not quite. "Well, if the academic workload isn't enough, I suppose I have been under-assigning work. Worry not! I've got dozens of worksheets on every subtopic you could imagine!"

She hadn't considered it until just that moment, but OWL-preparation did begin in fourth year! This way she could halve the workload of fifth-year revision work, but she'd just make this threat seem one-sided. For now. The fifth years still needed the worksheets, but whether this current group of fourth years needed it next term remained to be seen. Oh, if it was appropriate to cackle, she would!

"No," Slytherins could be quite stubborn too, perhaps for different reasons entirely. But Nina Castillo was not planning to admit anything. She was being targeted! It wasn't fair. Evidently she'd have to do the same thing she was doing in potions in order to get Professor Sandhu off of her back, a rather unfortunate circumstance as she hated failing her lessons on purpose. It hurt a part of her soul each time she was given a failed assignment. It was far more gratifying to receive the O and then change it to a P herself.

But her eyes must have opened ten-fold with what the Astronomy Professor said next. What was with it with Professors and offering more assignments? It was as if they were trying to make their students unhappy. Nina frowned a little bit, though she nodded obediently.

She didn't want extra work, but if it would mean that her Professor would get off her case and leave her alone, then she could make a sacrifice.

laurange 06-26-2019 11:14 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 12417923)
"No," Slytherins could be quite stubborn too, perhaps for different reasons entirely. But Nina Castillo was not planning to admit anything. She was being targeted! It wasn't fair. Evidently she'd have to do the same thing she was doing in potions in order to get Professor Sandhu off of her back, a rather unfortunate circumstance as she hated failing her lessons on purpose. It hurt a part of her soul each time she was given a failed assignment. It was far more gratifying to receive the O and then change it to a P herself.

But her eyes must have opened ten-fold with what the Astronomy Professor said next. What was with it with Professors and offering more assignments? It was as if they were trying to make their students unhappy. Nina frowned a little bit, though she nodded obediently.

She didn't want extra work, but if it would mean that her Professor would get off her case and leave her alone, then she could make a sacrifice.

In Simran's defense, more assignments were always fun -- and she personally never expected all of them returned. Setting priorities was a very important skill set and it was vital that it was learned early, and if she had to set impossible amounts of work, well, it only followed that the students would have to spend more time on the work that contributed to a grade.

But of course she couldn't admit that out loud. And she wasn't going to increase the workload to the level of impossibility, but it was a useful threat to make. "Very well, then," she said finally, heaving a sigh.

"I really do need you to speak up in class, though, Miss Castillo," she said, standing. "It affects your participation grade, and I can't give you the O on your finals without it."

That, at least, was a threat that wasn't empty.

She could leave now, if she wanted. Leave a poor old lady, who was just concerned for her wellbeing, to her tea and loneliness.

oh its Erik ok 06-26-2019 11:24 PM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12417967)
Simran had heard the word "scoundrel" from inside her office, which was what had actually alerted her to the presence of someone outside. She must have dozed off and missed the knocks. Checking her reflection in the mirror - because she'd fallen asleep on papers before and woken up with purple ink on her face, she fixed the pallu of her saree and made her way towards the door.

"Now Georg, who's the scoundrel now?" she asked, opening the door just a tad and poking her head through the gap.

"Ah, Miss Fairfield!" she beamed, opening the door the whole way. "Come in, dear!"


OOC: You can go ahead and post in the office thread now, unless Eloise decides she'd rather not do that.

With one last look at the horrible rude portrait, Eloise smiled when she saw Professor Sandhu...ok she hadn't heard it yet this year or maybe she wasn't listening but what would happen if someone called her Ms. Sand. It was an amusing thought but apparently, she was a scoundrel now and just going to ignore that.

"Hiya, Professor"

And into her office, she goes with a smile. Or maybe office wasn't the proper word since the library would work also. Circe there was a lot of book in here. She stopped close her desk turning a full 360 to see everything since yeah she didn't make it a habit to come in these offices unless it was for detention or something.

"Have you read all of these"

Gesturing to all the books and stuff.

Please say no because if you did Eloise would question how old you are

ArianaBlack 07-09-2019 04:18 AM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12417965)
In Simran's defense, more assignments were always fun -- and she personally never expected all of them returned. Setting priorities was a very important skill set and it was vital that it was learned early, and if she had to set impossible amounts of work, well, it only followed that the students would have to spend more time on the work that contributed to a grade.

But of course she couldn't admit that out loud. And she wasn't going to increase the workload to the level of impossibility, but it was a useful threat to make. "Very well, then," she said finally, heaving a sigh.

"I really do need you to speak up in class, though, Miss Castillo," she said, standing. "It affects your participation grade, and I can't give you the O on your finals without it."

That, at least, was a threat that wasn't empty.

She could leave now, if she wanted. Leave a poor old lady, who was just concerned for her wellbeing, to her tea and loneliness.

Nina continued to remain silent, listening to her Professor's words without any sort of reaction. Her hope was that maybe the empty look in her eyes could fool her Professor into believing that there really wasn't a reason behind her silence. Because the last thing she needed was for more Professor's to get on her case about it, though this was proving an impossible task.

.... Her participation grade?

Her breath faltered for a moment, caught in surprise. She hadn't known that her grade could be effected by lack of classroom participation. And.... She did want the O on her final believe it or not. She wanted to receive high marks because she did want to amount to something despite everything she portrayed to the world. The simple threat had struck a chord. She didn't know what to do. But she wasn't going to sit here and explore the possibilities in front of her Professor. She needed to think. She needed to sit down and decide whether jeopardizing everything was worth it.

It felt worth it. But her finals. Those really mattered at the end of the day.

With some hesitance, the Slytherin rose from the seat. Her voice was far less confident than she hoped it would be as she spoke, "I understand. Thank you, Professor," she was ready to walk out now. There was a lot she needed to think about.

laurange 07-18-2019 10:52 AM

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Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok (Post 12418004)
With one last look at the horrible rude portrait, Eloise smiled when she saw Professor Sandhu...ok she hadn't heard it yet this year or maybe she wasn't listening but what would happen if someone called her Ms. Sand. It was an amusing thought but apparently, she was a scoundrel now and just going to ignore that.

"Hiya, Professor"

And into her office, she goes with a smile. Or maybe office wasn't the proper word since the library would work also. Circe there was a lot of book in here. She stopped close her desk turning a full 360 to see everything since yeah she didn't make it a habit to come in these offices unless it was for detention or something.

"Have you read all of these"

Gesturing to all the books and stuff.

Please say no because if you did Eloise would question how old you are

As the young Fairfield (everyone at this school save for the ghosts was young, compared to Simran Sandhu) entered her office, Simran felt a large surge of pride as she took a full spin to appreciate her small library. The product of several decades of collecting, and her absolute distaste for digital books. Her conscience was much assuaged once synthetically-produced paper was created and laws put in place that mandated reforestation for companies that insisted on traditional paper. And by the fact that she tried as hard as she could to use books printed on recycled-material.

"Most," she smiled, shrugging one shoulder. "The rest were gifts from snotty academics whose books I'd honestly rather not read. And some of them are in Latin, which was never my best subject."

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Nina continued to remain silent, listening to her Professor's words without any sort of reaction. Her hope was that maybe the empty look in her eyes could fool her Professor into believing that there really wasn't a reason behind her silence. Because the last thing she needed was for more Professor's to get on her case about it, though this was proving an impossible task.

.... Her participation grade?

Her breath faltered for a moment, caught in surprise. She hadn't known that her grade could be effected by lack of classroom participation. And.... She did want the O on her final believe it or not. She wanted to receive high marks because she did want to amount to something despite everything she portrayed to the world. The simple threat had struck a chord. She didn't know what to do. But she wasn't going to sit here and explore the possibilities in front of her Professor. She needed to think. She needed to sit down and decide whether jeopardizing everything was worth it.

It felt worth it. But her finals. Those really mattered at the end of the day.

With some hesitance, the Slytherin rose from the seat. Her voice was far less confident than she hoped it would be as she spoke, "I understand. Thank you, Professor," she was ready to walk out now. There was a lot she needed to think about.

Ah, that seemed to elicit a reaction. Now satisfied, Simran could let her go. Despite what Nina Castillo might think, she did appreciate her sleep, and was particularly fond of her alone-time.

Simran gave the girl a cursory look, before nodding. "My pleasure, dear," she said, rising to her own feet. "Have a good evening, and close the door on your way out."

She still had things to do, like looking wistfully at the pictures on her desk. No letters coming in meant that she was missing her weekly updates on her great-granddaughter, which was no fun at all.

oh its Erik ok 07-22-2019 12:16 AM

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Originally Posted by laurange (Post 12420195)
As the young Fairfield (everyone at this school save for the ghosts was young, compared to Simran Sandhu) entered her office, Simran felt a large surge of pride as she took a full spin to appreciate her small library. The product of several decades of collecting, and her absolute distaste for digital books. Her conscience was much assuaged once synthetically-produced paper was created and laws put in place that mandated reforestation for companies that insisted on traditional paper. And by the fact that she tried as hard as she could to use books printed on recycled-material.

"Most," she smiled, shrugging one shoulder. "The rest were gifts from snotty academics whose books I'd honestly rather not read. And some of them are in Latin, which was never my best subject."

Eww talk about bragging as a gift if academics send you something to read. Eloise would just burn the book and say thanks for it and carry on with her day. More fun that way. Most....wow Professor Sandhu was a nerd or guess an even bigger nerd than one Eloise Fairfield realized. Anyway she was done looking around now and attention was onto Professor S.

"Did they know you aren't the greatest at latin"

Now that sounds like a gift Eloise would give. Give a complete book in a language you arent good in and the other person is not mean enough to well not accept it.

See perfect.

laurange 07-26-2019 11:28 PM

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Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok (Post 12420648)
Eww talk about bragging as a gift if academics send you something to read. Eloise would just burn the book and say thanks for it and carry on with her day. More fun that way. Most....wow Professor Sandhu was a nerd or guess an even bigger nerd than one Eloise Fairfield realized. Anyway she was done looking around now and attention was onto Professor S.

"Did they know you aren't the greatest at latin"

Now that sounds like a gift Eloise would give. Give a complete book in a language you arent good in and the other person is not mean enough to well not accept it.

See perfect.

Bragging as gifts was the worst, really. Self-interest disguised as caring for someone enough to get them a book. Except that it was written by you. It was Buttface Move Prime. Simran hated it, but people still did it because people were butts.

"I try not to let it slip," she said very seriously, in response to the Slytherin's question. "I just make them feel bad for making academia inaccessible instead. It has an 80% success rate."

Though, now that she brought it up, it did make a good troll gift. Maybe she'd get Amrita a book on How To Quit Your Job in French.


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