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Staff Room https://s26.postimg.cc/n5yk1b1y1/staff-room-banner.jpg In the corridor branching off the Entrance Hall, you notice two stone gargoyles guarding a door. You will soon learn that these statutes love to gossip. For those that have been attending Hogwarts for a while, it is common knowledge that this room is for the staff members of the school. The grand mahogany door that separates the corridor and the room is typically locked, so it is best that you not to even attempt entering unless you want detention. |
Jaime and other staffers... After a long day of classes in the greenhouses Joshua made his way back up to the castle to take a needed and well earned rest in the staff room before dinner. Contrary to what many of the students believed there was as much to do in the greenhouses at the end of the fall as in spring. Plants, herbs, trees and vegetables needed to be cared for with a loving touch no matter what month it was on the calender. Coming into the quiet staff room after avoiding being pelted by one of Peeves water balloons Joshua took some time to clean up and wash off dirt from his fingers before he took a seat in one of the sofas by the large fireplace. Closing his eyes Joshua relaxed just for a moment. |
His final class of the day was over and he was desperate to avoid any opportunities to take more points away, so he headed to the staff room. Upon entering, he noticed Professor Wishart on the sofa near the fireplace, possibly asleep. A nap sounded pretty good to him, but it was getting to be a bit too close to dinner to take one. Foster stepped a bit closer and every so softly cleared his throat, just loud enough to be heard if Joshua was awake, but not nearly loud enough to wake him up if he was sleeping. The last thing he wanted to do was startle the poor guy and send him flailing off the couch and onto the floor. |
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Blinking as he recognized who stood near him he plastered on a smile as he raised his gaze. "Good afternoon Foster, have you had a good day of lessons?" |
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"How about your day? It appears the day has been a bit taxing on you." He knew he was exhausted, both mentally and physically. He could only imagine how the other professors were felling. "I think this is the first year in all my years of teaching that I'm looking forward to the holiday break. A little time spent surrounded by laughter and joy will be good for me." That was it. That was what was missing more than anything at Hogwarts. There was no joy around. The joy of friendship, learning, and pride for the school had been stripped away by the new headmaster. |
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Just after lunch today i had to deduct points and assign detentions to two boy’s that thought it fun to unleash a package of fillibuster fireworks in the greenhouse." It had been a bad mess and the damage to the poor bouncing bulbs had put them in Joshua’s personal sick bay for plants in his office. He had not been amused and he was still angry. Joshua nodded with a small smile at Foster. "This is my first full time teaching job and I’d be lying if i said i had predicted that some rules for the students benefit and safety would get such reactions. I can’t wait for the break either." A break where they could be happy, laugh and not worry about point taking. |
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He hadn't realized it was his very first teaching position. Yet another bit of information that had been left out due to the unfortunate events at the start of term feast. "The first year is always the hardest." He took a breath "Especially a first year like this one." Foster, thankfully, had many years of teaching under his belt, some far more stressful than others. However, the current year was proving to be one of the worst in his book. "Do you have plans for the holiday?" |
Crashing:D Fletcher had silently made his way into the staffroom, his head throbbing from the abysmal essays he’d spent the better part of the day grading. It was very clear who read the material and who pulled things from their rear to hand in last minute. The man was tempted to ask them not to hand in an assignment if they knew it would be trash but homework was meant to be handed in and he wasn’t about to hand over a free card. The man remained silent, over by the table, for now just listening to his colleagues. It didn’t take long for a scowl to set in. He didn’t know who was worse, the students or some of these Professors. “There’s nothing hard about this year. Resistance is met with punishment and we move on. Should the students choose to break the rules—rules it’s not any of our places to question when they cause no harm to the students—“ Subtle reminder for the men who seemed uncomfortable with some of the rules themselves, “then it’s easy to deliver the consequence.” They hadn’t asked, but for him this wasn’t a hard first year at all. “The hardest thing is reading the drivel some of these students hand in and not losing large sections of your brain in one go. “ That was the real challenge. Not this supposed conflict over punishing students who are being wilfully defiant. |
His eyes closed at the sound of the voice behind him. He was thankful for his many years of practicing meditation and he silently counted in his head to keep from saying something he shouldn't. Once his blood pressure leveled off, he turned to Calvin. "Good day, Professor Fletcher." He squeezed out the most polite tone he could manage. No harm. They seemed to be in disagreement as to what caused harm to a student. Knowing it was not the time or the place to voice his opinion, Foster decided to try and move the conversation a different direction. "Joshua and I both used to compete in quiz bowl. Did you ever participate in any events, Calvin?" Foster eyed Joshua, hoping he would jump in on the new topic. |
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