Headmaster Brockert

November 03, 2017 5:12 PM
Coming back to school after midterm was always a relief. The holidays were always jampacked with parties being crammed into a tiny two week space. It was a social whirl and Mortimer hated social whirls. Or being social period. If it weren't for the flow of drinks, it would have been intolerable. It felt like hardly a vacation at all.

At least so far, this year was going much better than last year. No catastrophies major or minor. No staff quitting though Professor O'Malley was on maternity leave and they still hadn't found a permanent Defense Against the Dark Arts. No dealing with any violent unruly students-though Mortimer still couldn't entirely blame Joe Umland for wanting to hit his brother, he didn't want to have to deal with such thing. The good news was that, he really hadn't had to deal with any students who weren't his granddaughters.

He hoped the second half of the year would go just as smoothly. Mortimer sat at the staff table in his usual place as the students filtered in. Once everyone seemed to be present, he stood up. "Welcome back to Sonora. I hope you had a good break." Hopefully that was starting to sound more believable and less forced and awkward. Truth be told, he could have cared less if they realized he didn't care one way or another about how their breaks went, but he had to give the impression that he did because he was supposed to act like he cared. Why he didn't know, but that was what was expected of him,

But then Mortimer was a pureblood and used to having to do what was expected of him. Whether he liked it or not, such as was the case in dealing with dull functions with dull people when all he really wanted to was read or make models of torture devices. In fact, he'd gotten an actual Chair of Torture, a chair covered in spikes as a gift from his wife for Yule this year. That was the highlight of the entire break. He'd actually felt something akin to excitement.

Mortimer continued. "There are no announcements at this time." With that he sat back down and began to eat.
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Jozua Sparks

November 07, 2017 1:25 PM
Jozua’s midterm was a bit surreal. While he’d been away, his parents had finished restoring the house after the summer’s explosion. Everything looked the same as it had before, except idealized because all of it was new and showed none of the wear and tear it had previously had. His family was reasonably well to do, so he hadn’t realized there was wear and tear on the carpets, the furniture, the curtains, but now he could see in vibrant technicolor how it it had faded slightly, gotten crushed under the weight of people’s feet and rear ends and never sprung back quite as high or cushy as it had been when new. It was new again now.

Even his own room looked, on first inspection, to be a perfect rendition of what had been lost. It was only when he looked closer at his bookshelves that he saw the books there weren’t the same ones he had thumbed through in past years. Many of the titles were the same (though some were missing and others hadn’t been there before) but they were new books with un-cracked bindings. Never read. His desk drawers were worse. Where his notebooks and the detritus of eleven years of home schooling had been, there was just fresh parchment and empty notebooks. He tried not to look in there too much.

It was almost a relief to come back to Sonora where, despite the elves best efforts, the tables had an occasional scuff marks and the rugs might have a small hole or some mud tracked through them (especially today, with so many people coming in out of the snow where the wagons let them out). It felt more real here.

Headmaster Brockert was also comfortingly real in his total brevity. Jozua appreciated that. He just wanted to eat and go to bed and wake up fully immersed again in Sonora Life, and forget that Home Life was still stilted and weird. Noticing his neighbor looking like they were about to speak, Jozua got there first, hopefully averting any discussion about his break. (It was possible they just wanted the potatoes he was dishing in large quantities onto his plate, but this was Teppenpaw and he couldn’t risk it.) “Think Professor O’Malley had her baby yet?” he asked, having noticed the potions professor wasn’t at the staff table tonight. Gossip wasn’t his normal choice of conversation, but he thought this topic would at least divert thoughts away from midterm.
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Joe Umland

November 07, 2017 9:04 PM
Joe knew his siblings very well, so it had not come entirely as a surprise to him when Julian had taken the first opportunity to corner him and interrogate him about what he’d heard from their sometime-prodigal brother. It had come as more of a surprise when Julian’s first question had been to ask whether Joe knew John had taken to living in a tent (he had not) and then when she had demanded that Joe make this situation change (because he, the sixteen-year-old, was clearly more qualified to make John, someone whose whims were about as predictable and easily steered as the weather, do anything than Julian herself, who was at least John’s elder).

As John had not looked any the worse for wear, however, and had in fact seemed more like his old self than he had at any time in the past year and a half, Joe had made no effort to do this. One of his siblings was living in a small castle, another was living in a tent, and he was in boarding school. This was how his life was going. At this point, it was just easier to go along with it all and make as few judgments about it all as possible. He'd just enjoyed having them all together again, even if it had been brief and Julian had gone to sleep somewhere else.

Now, he was back at Sonora and John was presumably back in New York and Julian was back in her unplottable little fortress more often, he had gathered from the others in the family, than not. They could all be worse off, he guessed.

Brockert was as loquacious as ever, and that was all to the good, as it resulted in food appearing faster. Joe began serving himself and was about to say hey to Jozua when Jozua got there first, asking about Professor O’Malley.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he said. “And why else wouldn’t she be here? Unless she quit,” he added fairly. “But I think Professor Carter would be having a nervous breakdown in front of us all right now if anyone had quit.”
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Jozua

November 08, 2017 12:32 PM
Jozua shrugged, not really being on top of the habits of pregnant people. “She looked ready to bust before midterm,” he agreed, “she probably had it by now. But if she didn’t, she’s probably close enough she didn’t want to pop it out in the middle of a beginner’s lesson so she just took the whole term off to keep the paperwork simple.” Jozua also knew very little about administrative paperwork, but he thought this made logical sense, and minimizing paperwork always seemed to be a goal of the school judging by the number of times professors had told him to try not to blowing anything else up because the paperwork was a bear, and thank Merlin nobody got hurt or it would be even worse...

Unfortunately at that point, with no additional data to sustain the conversation, the topic of Professor O’Malley and her baby seemed spent. “Though I’d guess Carter will be covering for her either way. I don’t see any new faces up there.”

He also noted Nash was still present so even if they didn’t have a permanent DADA professor yet, they at least had a consistent one for a while longer.

“So this is halfway,” he noted suddenly. “Returning feast of my fourth year,” he added by way of explanation. “I have exactly as much time at Sonora ahead of me as I do behind me. Three and a half years in both directions.”
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Joe

November 08, 2017 7:35 PM
Joe’s knowledge of American business practices was limited, so he shrugged and accepted Jozua’s proposition as possible. “Could be,” he said. “It sounds like it would work better for everyone.”

Which didn’t mean that was actually what happened, but without further data, it was impossible to speculate further. Jozua did make a good point about Professor Carter, though, one which Joe had not caught. “Good point,” he acknowledged. “Maybe she’s just so tired she’s stopped thinking more than one class ahead at this point.”

Joe grinned when Jozua abruptly noted that he was exactly halfway through his time at Sonora. That was, he guessed, either the good part of fourth year or the worst part of fourth year. It was awkwardly in the middle of everything – right before things started getting Important for the college applications, but after one learned the basics and stopped blowing stuff up…though he thought Jozua might still be working on that part. “Any resolutions for the second half?” he asked. “It’s new year and halfway, so it’s a good time for it, I guess.” Joe had never really made New Year’s resolutions, so he didn’t mean that entirely seriously. The difference between January and December had never seemed so great to him – both were cold, it snowed a lot at home in both, and since the church calendar began at Advent, his mother had gotten it into his head long before Sonora that things actually started over in early December or late November, not early January, which was just something that happened and resulted in everyone getting the date wrong for a bit.
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Jozua

November 14, 2017 11:18 AM
“No, not really,” Jozua denied the existence of any resolutions for either the new year or the remainder of his Sonora career. He considered the possibility of rectify the lack but couldn’t think of anything he really wanted to change. The dueling club was doing well. His grades were decent. His Quidditch skills were still quite awful, but he didn’t think a resolution would change that. He hadn’t blown up anything in a few weeks, but there had been a major holiday cramping his style. He’d fix that soon enough. It was getting harder to make the explosions look accidental these days, and he figured it would only get worse as he advanced into the ‘older half’ of the school where he’d be expected to ‘know better’, but getting away with it was half the fun and most of the challenge anymore.

“Can’t think of anything to resolve to do,” he admitted. “I think I’m pretty well set already. What about you, any New Years Resolutions for you?” Turnabout was always fair play, so he figured there was no harm in asking, in case Joe had a bright idea Jozua hadn’t considered yet.

He had by now finished filling his plate with as much food as he thought he could handle and still have room for dessert, and took a moment to plan his attack on the contents of his plate. He’d start with the green beans, he decided. He’d taken just a few, to assuage the voice of his conscience (which sounded a lot like his mom’s when it came to vegetables), and he wanted to get them over and done with as quickly as possible. He managed to get a third of them on his fork, for his first bite, and anticipated two more such forkfuls would be the end of that unpleasantness. Not that he disliked green beans exactly, they were better than most vegetables, especially with browned butter like these had, but relative to everything else on his plate, they were the weakest link.
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Joe

November 22, 2017 9:41 PM
“In a manner of speaking,” admitted Joe when Jozua asked if he had jumped on the New Year’s Resolution bandwagon. “It’s not so much resolving to do something as to avoid doing something. There’s a little voice in the back of my head which says I could do as well on my CATS as my brother did if I made myself completely miserable for the rest of the year, so I’m resolving to ignore it.”

He did hope he could do this, as the exercise would not only be painful if attempted, but stupid. He had already lost that game, because even if he pulled off the exact same scores, he wouldn’t do it as easily as John had. He also thought pulling off the exact same scores would be next to impossible in the first place, and exhausting himself might even prove counterproductive. So there was that, though he hadn’t thought of it as a resolution until just now.

He turned his attention to his own plate. “Logically I know the cooking here is no better or worse than my family’s,” he observed, “but I always miss what I have there when I get back here – I don’t know if it’s in my head or if it’s just American ingredients or something.”
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