Professor Neal Davison

January 16, 2015 10:37 AM

Professor Neal Davison

Peripheral
Written by: Allegra Brockert

Intermediate Charms by Professor Neal Davison

Neal waited patiently for the students to arrive, badly wanting to take out his yo-yo to pass the time. However, he didn't want his students to see him playing around. He had to look professional, dreary as that was. If he wasn't, he'd likely never sub at Sonora again. Neal knew full well that Mortimer Brockert was not going let him come back if he was a total goofball. He wasn't entirely sure the old man was happy with presence now, even though he was fully qualified. The Headmaster had impressed upon him that he was only a sub. At least Neal had being from a respectable family going for him,though. He rather figured that was why Headmaster Brockert was putting up with his being here at all.

Besides, a classroom full of Intermediate students wouldn't respect him if they caught him acting even remotely childish. They were hitting that age where they wanted to be little adults...until the world caught up with them and they realized being an adult was highly overrated.

Once the students had assembled, Neal faced them. "Hello, class. My name is Professor Neal Davison" A piece of chalk scribbled this down on the board, writing it more clearly than his own messy handwriting. To his credit though, he did not introduce himself as Neal Davison of the Wyoming Davisons. That was the way to introduce himself in society but not as a professor. " And I'll be subbing for Professor Olivers today. Now, it looks like we'll be doing Cheering Charms." A rather wonderful spell, really. If he'd been the regular professor he might have given extra credit to anyone who successfully cast it on the Headmaster. On the other hand, said student might get in deep trouble when it wore off and Neal wouldn't want that.

"The incantation is hilaro . That's pronounced 'ee-LAH-ro' with emphasis on the second syllable. Don't draw it out too long though or pronounce the h at the beginning. That prevents it from working. Also, be careful, an overdone charm can leave someone in a fit of hysterical laughter." Which was not as pleasant as one might think. "There's no counter curse. Please partner up and attempt to use this charm on each other. If you need me, I'll be over at the desk." With that, Neal let them loose and took his seat. There was just the matter of finding something to keep him occupied in the meantime.


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Subthreads:
Something funny's going on by Theodore Wolseithcrafte, Aladren with Jake Manger [Teppenpaw]
Could have been worse. by Chloe Jareau, Pecari with Ava Fletcher, Aladren, Chloe Jareau, Ava Fletcher
Two Pecaries are better than one. by Liliana Bannister and Atlas Primred [Pecari]
An alliance between the universe and the green-eyed monster by Ji-Eun Park, Pecari with Emrys Lucan, Aladren
I guess it could be worse. by Isaac Douglas, Crotalus
Let's brighten things up. by Lionel Layne, Pecari with Charlotte Spencer, Crotalus, Charlotte Spencer
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Isaac Douglas, Crotalus

February 11, 2015 3:02 PM

Isaac Douglas, Crotalus

Alumnus
House: Crotalus
Written by: Grayson Wright

Age in Post: 14

I guess it could be worse. by Isaac Douglas, Crotalus

Isaac looked blankly for a second at what looked like a man in the front of the Charms room, wondering if Professor Olivers had taken her eccentricity and habit of dramatic dress to new and frankly disturbing heights or if the spell of the day was going to be the kind of thing he, personally, thought no person should ever publicly admit to knowing. What people did on their own time, behind closed and hopefully triple-locked and magically reinforced doors, was entirely their own business, of course, but the classroom was not the proper place to learn how.

Overall, though, he thought it was more likely that Olivers had either quit or gotten too sick to come to class and that the sight of some of his classmates at the end of class was no more likely than usual to make him want to jam his cloak pin into his eyes or run a hook up his nose and stir his brain into soup. This theory was confirmed a minute later when the man introduced himself. ‘Davison’ sounded a bit familiar, but since professors were one of the very few classes of people for whom blood didn’t matter, he chose to ignore it, deciding to focus instead on the spell they were learning today.

Cheering Charms. It wasn’t as bad as learning how to effectively disguise himself as a woman for no adequately-explainable reason, but nor was a Cheering Charm something Isaac particularly relished the thought of having cast on him. Not only did he find excessive cheeriness annoying, he thought he usually had his moods for pretty good reasons and that only errors in judgment could result from tampering with them. It was one thing for people who honestly had something wrong with them - his step-grandmother had, from what he’d heard, been all messed up with depression when he was younger, and now she was doing much better - but Isaac thought his brain worked just fine. It did not need Cheering Charms to work properly, and if it ever started needing Cheering Charms to work properly, he could afford better than someone between the ages of thirteen and sixteen to cast them. He did not fancy ending up in fits of laughter for a few hours if someone botched it. It was not dignified.

It was, however, the assignment, so he looked for someone reasonably steady-looking, who he had not observed making any spectacular errors recently, and asked, “would you like to work together?”
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