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MadMadamMalfoy · 06-14-2018, 09:16 AM

Gaston nodded, returning Bel's smile. Another quick smile was sent toward Maddie. Any other time he would've assured her that he was going straight to the healer for a pepperup potion as soon as class was over, but his throat was hurting and he needed to save his voice for the lesson. He hoped she understood.

He listened to Skylar and Hattie's thoughts on the reason behind the fire spells' classification, but before he could reply, Derf spoke up. His heart sank; now it seemed he'd just made everyone more confused! Holy hippogriffs! He hadn't expected this to turn into such an in-depth discussion. Oh well, that was one of the joys of teaching. He sighed, pinching at the bridge of his stuffy nose. How should he put this? "Sorry if I was unclear before," he said, addressing the three together. Being sick and sleep-deprived made it a bit difficult to form an eloquent explanation. "You're on the right track, Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne. Spells like Incendio and Aguamenti are classified as a lesser form of conjuration because they, as Miss Diggory said, appear to create fire or water from nothing but air, but it's the way they create it that classifies them primarily as a charm. As you said, they modify the air molecules. The spell from your wand reacts with the molecules in the air and causes them to behave in a way that creates conditions where fire or water can form. Whereas a true conjuration spell would turn the air molecules into fire or water molecules." Minutes later, the boy was asking another question about the extinguishing charm. "Yes, Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne. Extinguo will work on any fire, as long as it wasn't enchanted to be resistant to that spell." Wow, that was more talking than he intended!

With the spell demonstration finished (and his throat raw from talking), he retreated back to his seat on the bench. He took a long swig from his mug, basking in the warmth of the beverage and the little jar of flames at his feet as he kept a watchful eye on his class - even more so than he normally would for an activity. A voice asking if he was alright jerked him out of his thoughts, and he looked back at the younger Chloe. "Thank you for your concern, Miss McCarthy," he said with a slight smile. "I'll be okay; it's just a cold. I'll take some pepperup potion as soon as class is over."

And speaking of said potion, Skylar was offering to summon some for him. This piqued his interest. "You have your own stash?" he asked. "If so, then yes." As long as it was her own potion, not summoned from the hospital wing or (Merlin forbid!) Ignatius's stores, and she could get it without leaving class, he would take it. He wasn't looking forward to teaching the rest of class with steam coming out of his ears, but he could deal with it to ease the students' minds, if nothing else. "Two points to Slytherin for helping, Miss Diggory."

The chocolate frog from Derf hadn't gone unnoticed, and he smiled at the Hufflepuff prefect. "Thank you for the chocolate, Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne," he said, putting the sweet in his coat pocket. He was going to save it to eat later, when he could swallow without pain. "Two points for your kindness as well." He felt a bit guilty for giving points to every house except Gryffindor (and twice to Hufflepuff), but he had to reward acts of kindness whenever he saw them.

Gaston's watchful blue eyes scanned the crowd. So far, so good. Most everyone seemed to be mastering the spell very quickly. Everybody received either a smile or an approving nod for their efforts. Forgive the lack of verbal praise, kids! He needed to rest his voice. He beamed at the older Chloe and Juni and was about to praise them for helping a younger student when... blue flames went flying and Derf was yelling and...

The color drained from Gaston's face as memories came rushing back... flames, orange not blue, leaping up; the smell of burning fabric; pain radiating down his arm... He automatically rubbed his left arm as a random pain shot through it, though the fire that once caused that pain was long gone. He was suddenly jarred into motion by Derf and Lydia's voice. He quickly pulled his scarf over his nose and mouth (both to protect his students from his cold and to hide his quivering lip) and rushed to their side, wand drawn, but Derf had already extinguished the fire before he could react. His eyes were glassy as they darted from Derf's toe to Emmalyn's wand, though if anyone asked, it was just the cold air making them water. How had this happened? Bluebell flames weren't supposed to harm skin! More to the point, how had he let this happen? He knew fire spells were a bad idea!

He heaved a shuddery sigh, producing a tube of burn paste from his pocket and handing it to Derf. "Here, put a thick layer of this over your toe," he said. "When you're finished, I'll cover it with a bandage to protect it." He waited for the boy to finish with the paste before drawing his wand. "It doesn't look like anything serious -" He hadn't seen any blisters or broken skin, like when his arm was burned so many years ago. "-but you should let Healer Macmillan look at it, just in case," he said, just as Maddie offered to fetch the healer. "Yes, Miss Kemp, you may go, but please come straight back." Normally he would've given her house points, but he was too distraught in his current state to think to do so.

Between his illness and his emotional state, Gaston was feeling faint. He all but collapsed onto the nearest bench, his head bowed to avoid eye contact. He caught sight of his watch and realized it was almost time to move on. He didn't want to go on to the next part of the lesson. There was no telling what else could go wrong! But he doubted Hawthorne would approve of him scrapping the rest of his lesson and dismissing class early. There was no choice but to go on.

"We'll move on in FIVE MORE MINUTES," he mumbled, his voice choked by his cold and his overwhelming guilt.

OOC: Sorry for the length/lateness of this post! I tried to do it last night, but tech issues and sickness happened.

Anyway, you have 22-24 HOURS (3-5 AM EDT June 14) left in the mini activity.

06-14-2018, 09:16 AM	#69 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,149 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Seventh Year	Holy guacamole! So much going on 0_0 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Gaston nodded, returning Bel's smile. Another quick smile was sent toward Maddie. Any other time he would've assured her that he was going straight to the healer for a pepperup potion as soon as class was over, but his throat was hurting and he needed to save his voice for the lesson. He hoped she understood. He listened to Skylar and Hattie's thoughts on the reason behind the fire spells' classification, but before he could reply, Derf spoke up. His heart sank; now it seemed he'd just made everyone more confused! Holy hippogriffs! He hadn't expected this to turn into such an in-depth discussion. Oh well, that was one of the joys of teaching. He sighed, pinching at the bridge of his stuffy nose. How should he put this? "Sorry if I was unclear before," he said, addressing the three together. Being sick and sleep-deprived made it a bit difficult to form an eloquent explanation. "You're on the right track, Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne. Spells like Incendio and Aguamenti are classified as a lesser form of conjuration because they, as Miss Diggory said, appear to create fire or water from nothing but air, but it's the way they create it that classifies them primarily as a charm. As you said, they modify the air molecules. The spell from your wand reacts with the molecules in the air and causes them to behave in a way that creates conditions where fire or water can form. Whereas a true conjuration spell would turn the air molecules into fire or water molecules." Minutes later, the boy was asking another question about the extinguishing charm. "Yes, Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne. Extinguo will work on any fire, as long as it wasn't enchanted to be resistant to that spell." Wow, that was more talking than he intended! With the spell demonstration finished (and his throat raw from talking), he retreated back to his seat on the bench. He took a long swig from his mug, basking in the warmth of the beverage and the little jar of flames at his feet as he kept a watchful eye on his class - even more so than he normally would for an activity. A voice asking if he was alright jerked him out of his thoughts, and he looked back at the younger Chloe. "Thank you for your concern, Miss McCarthy," he said with a slight smile. "I'll be okay; it's just a cold. I'll take some pepperup potion as soon as class is over." And speaking of said potion, Skylar was offering to summon some for him. This piqued his interest. "You have your own stash?" he asked. "If so, then yes." As long as it was her own potion, not summoned from the hospital wing or (Merlin forbid!) Ignatius's stores, and she could get it without leaving class, he would take it. He wasn't looking forward to teaching the rest of class with steam coming out of his ears, but he could deal with it to ease the students' minds, if nothing else. "Two points to Slytherin for helping, Miss Diggory." The chocolate frog from Derf hadn't gone unnoticed, and he smiled at the Hufflepuff prefect. "Thank you for the chocolate, Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne," he said, putting the sweet in his coat pocket. He was going to save it to eat later, when he could swallow without pain. "Two points for your kindness as well." He felt a bit guilty for giving points to every house except Gryffindor (and twice to Hufflepuff), but he had to reward acts of kindness whenever he saw them. Gaston's watchful blue eyes scanned the crowd. So far, so good. Most everyone seemed to be mastering the spell very quickly. Everybody received either a smile or an approving nod for their efforts. Forgive the lack of verbal praise, kids! He needed to rest his voice. He beamed at the older Chloe and Juni and was about to praise them for helping a younger student when... blue flames went flying and Derf was yelling and... The color drained from Gaston's face as memories came rushing back... flames, orange not blue, leaping up; the smell of burning fabric; pain radiating down his arm... He automatically rubbed his left arm as a random pain shot through it, though the fire that once caused that pain was long gone. He was suddenly jarred into motion by Derf and Lydia's voice. He quickly pulled his scarf over his nose and mouth (both to protect his students from his cold and to hide his quivering lip) and rushed to their side, wand drawn, but Derf had already extinguished the fire before he could react. His eyes were glassy as they darted from Derf's toe to Emmalyn's wand, though if anyone asked, it was just the cold air making them water. How had this happened? Bluebell flames weren't supposed to harm skin! More to the point, how had he let this happen? He knew fire spells were a bad idea! He heaved a shuddery sigh, producing a tube of burn paste from his pocket and handing it to Derf. "Here, put a thick layer of this over your toe," he said. "When you're finished, I'll cover it with a bandage to protect it." He waited for the boy to finish with the paste before drawing his wand. "It doesn't look like anything serious -" He hadn't seen any blisters or broken skin, like when his arm was burned so many years ago. "-but you should let Healer Macmillan look at it, just in case," he said, just as Maddie offered to fetch the healer. "Yes, Miss Kemp, you may go, but please come straight back." Normally he would've given her house points, but he was too distraught in his current state to think to do so. Between his illness and his emotional state, Gaston was feeling faint. He all but collapsed onto the nearest bench, his head bowed to avoid eye contact. He caught sight of his watch and realized it was almost time to move on. He didn't want to go on to the next part of the lesson. There was no telling what else could go wrong! But he doubted Hawthorne would approve of him scrapping the rest of his lesson and dismissing class early. There was no choice but to go on. "We'll move on in FIVE MORE MINUTES," he mumbled, his voice choked by his cold and his overwhelming guilt. OOC: Sorry for the length/lateness of this post! I tried to do it last night, but tech issues and sickness happened. Anyway, you have 22-24 HOURS (3-5 AM EDT June 14) left in the mini activity. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...