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sweetpinkpixie · 10-12-2025, 12:57 AM

No, there certainly would not be another sash joining the rest. At least not at this point.

There would, however, be another reckoning. Were students at Hogwarts stuffing cotton in their ears, or were they really this obtuse?

Mr. Grunt, for a second time, had shown complete disregard for classroom standards. If the boy wished to keep his OWL seat, he would need to do better. Much better.

Cox turned toward the elder Grunt first with a look that hovered somewhere between skepticism and unenthusiastic amusement. "Constant vigilance," he echoed dryly. "A noble phrase, Mr. Grunt, but a poor shield when wielded selectively. True vigilance is not about reacting without thought. It’s about trusting your preparation and respecting the parameters you’ve been given." He took a few measured steps closer, gaze sharp and just teetering on unkind - the man was trying and applying copious amounts of pressure to his forearm with his fist. "The potion, I assure you and as you too know, would have kept your hair perfectly intact. What it cannot protect you from," his tone dipped slightly, "is the consequence of misplaced cleverness. Five points from Slytherin for excusing a peer’s mistake rather than encouraging him to learn from it. Accountability is the mark of progress. Deflection?" He tapped the side of his head once, a spark of humor breaking through. "That’s just good Quidditch form with an approaching bludger."

...he was on the quidditch team, right? If not, what a waste of a perfectly good analogy.

Pivoting with a sharp half spin to avoid another burst of Kenaz flame, Cox stared at the Gryffindor with much more severity than his brother, complete and utter disbelief beyond apparent. "Mr. Grunt," he spoke, voice dripping with restraint. "Your Shield Charm will be another ten points from Gryffindor for your utter disregard of the purpose of this exercise and for your blatant disrespect. To your peers, to the classroom materials, and to yourself. You too will be reporting for detention after supper along with Miss Montmorency." His eyes narrowed a bit further as they took in the scene properly, at the sight of the Gryffindor standing smugly behind a glimmering dome of magic. The Grunt Brothers’ Magical Travelling Circus strikes again. First was the elaborate sprinkling of ingredients by the older, the one where he could almost feel the over the top sound effects during the performance, and now this. "You've negated the entire point of the exercise and your Potions craftsmanship. I do not want to see your wand again this lesson, is that clear?"

A flare of orange cut past him, followed by another... closer than the last. Cox pivoted sharply, ducking low instead of turning his back to the field as he had earlier while discussing, rather unfortunately, the difference between a Quaffle and a rune stone with the seventh-year Hufflepuff. Lesson learned. A second burst skimmed the edge of his shoulder, flaring briefly before dissipating as expected, the harmless potion still doing its job.

"Effective," he grumbled over the commotion, brushing an imaginary fleck of soot from his robes. Despite the irritation threading his tone, there was a glint of reluctant pride in his eyes. The majority had, against all odds, managed to maintain both enthusiasm and embracing the soul of the activity. It was enough to keep him from cutting the exercise short on account of his temper.

Their fire (figurative and literal) deserved to burn a little longer.

OOC: you all

the unexpected chaos of it all! There’s just about 12-ish hours left before this activity - and the lesson overall - officially wraps up. Still plenty of time to grab that last sash and uncover the final clue, so make it count!

10-12-2025, 12:57 AM	#54 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,845 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf No, there certainly would not be another sash joining the rest. At least not at this point. There would, however, be another reckoning. Were students at Hogwarts stuffing cotton in their ears, or were they really this obtuse? Mr. Grunt, for a second time, had shown complete disregard for classroom standards. If the boy wished to keep his OWL seat, he would need to do better. Much better. Cox turned toward the elder Grunt first with a look that hovered somewhere between skepticism and unenthusiastic amusement. "Constant vigilance," he echoed dryly. "A noble phrase, Mr. Grunt, but a poor shield when wielded selectively. True vigilance is not about reacting without thought. It’s about trusting your preparation and respecting the parameters you’ve been given." He took a few measured steps closer, gaze sharp and just teetering on unkind - the man was trying and applying copious amounts of pressure to his forearm with his fist. "The potion, I assure you and as you too know, would have kept your hair perfectly intact. What it cannot protect you from," his tone dipped slightly, "is the consequence of misplaced cleverness. Five points from Slytherin for excusing a peer’s mistake rather than encouraging him to learn from it. Accountability is the mark of progress. Deflection?" He tapped the side of his head once, a spark of humor breaking through. "That’s just good Quidditch form with an approaching bludger." ...he was on the quidditch team, right? If not, what a waste of a perfectly good analogy. Pivoting with a sharp half spin to avoid another burst of Kenaz flame, Cox stared at the Gryffindor with much more severity than his brother, complete and utter disbelief beyond apparent. "Mr. Grunt," he spoke, voice dripping with restraint. "Your Shield Charm will be another ten points from Gryffindor for your utter disregard of the purpose of this exercise and for your blatant disrespect. To your peers, to the classroom materials, and to yourself. You too will be reporting for detention after supper along with Miss Montmorency." His eyes narrowed a bit further as they took in the scene properly, at the sight of the Gryffindor standing smugly behind a glimmering dome of magic. The Grunt Brothers’ Magical Travelling Circus strikes again. First was the elaborate sprinkling of ingredients by the older, the one where he could almost feel the over the top sound effects during the performance, and now this. "*You've negated the entire* point of the exercise and your Potions craftsmanship. I do not want to see your wand again this lesson, is that clear?" A flare of orange cut past him, followed by another... closer than the last. Cox pivoted sharply, ducking low instead of turning his back to the field as he had earlier while discussing, rather unfortunately, the difference between a Quaffle and a rune stone with the seventh-year Hufflepuff. Lesson learned. A second burst skimmed the edge of his shoulder, flaring briefly before dissipating as expected, the harmless potion still doing its job. "Effective," he grumbled over the commotion, brushing an imaginary fleck of soot from his robes. Despite the irritation threading his tone, there was a glint of reluctant pride in his eyes. The majority had, against all odds, managed to maintain both enthusiasm and embracing the soul of the activity. It was enough to keep him from cutting the exercise short on account of his temper. Their fire (figurative and literal) deserved to burn a little longer. OOC:** you all the unexpected chaos of it all! There’s just about 12-ish hours left before this activity - and the lesson overall - officially wraps up. Still plenty of time to grab that last sash and uncover the final clue, so make it count! __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like