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Originally Posted by
Berty Borr 
"ONE AT A TIME, I want you to STAND UP. BOW TO ME. Introduce yourself. Then tell me what it is you wish to be when YOU GROW UP. Assuming you EVER do." Lord Borr was SO TIRED. He was WORKING SO HARD to HELP these STUDENTS. SOOOOOOO HARRRRRRRRRD. He moved into his chair at the front of the desk and sat down, causing something similar to a weak earthquake in the classroom.
"GO ON. I dont HAVE ALL DAY. 1. STAND UP. 2. BOW. 3. NAME YOURSELF. 4. YOUR AMBITION. GO GO GO GO."
Rayedem had to admit, before this class, he thought the wizarding world would be warm and welcoming. He wasn't exactly intimidated, but he
was terrified.
This guy is really the boss, he thought. The only one who had been that way to him was his father, really. No one else had ever shouted at him like that.
So this is what the world really feels like. Gathering his courage, Rayedem stood up and walked towards the professor. He gave a low, Japanese style bow. Looking up, eye to eye with the professor, trying his best not to look away, he said,
"My name is Rayedem Roumimper, sir." he began, in the same tone as the one he uses against his father; respectful and obedient,
"My ambition is--" what? He realized he knew nothing about wizarding career. He disguised his momentary absence of words as dry coughs--he turned his head, covered his mouth and coughed as he was thinking. The coughs felt hurt on his throat, but he forced them nonetheless,
"to become an Auror, sir. Because I think the DADA class suits me." he ended finally, hoping that he remembered about the profession correctly.