Professor Aaron McKindy
June 10, 2007 9:43 AM
The magic of fuzzytime [Tag: Headmaster] by Professor Aaron McKindy
OOC: I know this practically constitutes abuse of fuzzy time, but RL got busy. :-p So…’pologies for my delay and the awkwardness this might cause.BIC: Aaron did not want to be doing this. There were, probably, a few things that he would dislike doing more, though. Spending time with his family probably ranked up there. Perhaps being interrogated by the Magical International Criminal Court as well. Although the MICC might make him feel considerably less nervous; at least he knew something of what to expect from them. Incompetence, probably, as well as an inability to do things such as actually penalize those they were supposedly keeping an eye on.
For this, though, the charms professor had almost no idea what to expect. Yes, he had seen his boss. A few awkward conversations had occurred as well. Aaron, for all intents and purposes, liked the man, had no trouble working under him…but actually going to him for problem resolution was stretching things a bit.
Monaurally listening for any excuse to exit the vicinity, Aaron stared at the door to the Headmaster’s office in front of him. Manfred Bulla, Head of Sonora Academy. His boss. There was no excuse not to go farther, really. Advertising his own incompetence and inability to act was not something the professor really enjoyed doing. Ironically enough, it was what he was there to do.
With the sole intent of getting something painful over and done with, Aaron knocked firmly on the door. Plain green robes, no hat, his wand tucked neatly into his pocket and his hair recently cut short, the man was as prepared as he would ever be for this interview. Yes, he was nervous about it. Bulla was his boss, after all, as well as a Headmaster. Merely coming down the hall had the tendency to make Aaron feel as though he were sixteen again and being referred to the Head for ‘improper and disorderly conduct’ or something of the sort.
Half a term into his employment, and Aaron McKindy had already run into a problem he couldn’t deal with. Lovely. Even better, it was his responsibility, in this case, to speak with the Head about it. Sure, he had already excogitated, to some extent, how he would present the issue, but that didn’t do anything for his pride.
So the charms professor stood outside Manfred Bulla’s door, paradoxically hoping that his boss would and would not answer his knock.
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