Professor Fawcett

November 12, 2012 7:58 PM
The Advanced class was always, for John, a particular pleasure to teach, though he suspected some of his students might not necessarily find it a pleasure to take. He did not remember his own school years with as much clarity as he might have liked now, but he did recall that he hadn’t taken as many subjects in those last two as he had because of his affection for them. It was, unless the exams had gotten far, far more difficult over the decades, quite possible to make the CATS score necessary to progress while thoroughly loathing the subject in question, as John had proven with Transfiguration back then. He had been in his thirties before he made his peace with that branch of magic, and yet he had been marked well enough in all the way through the portion of his education which included it.
 
This trait was one of those which made his siblings agree that it was for the best that he had never had children, and which made had once, about five years ago, made Carlene dramatically drop to her knees to thank deities she didn’t believe in that she’d only ever had to have him for a brother, rather than a teacher, and then promptly begin cursing, with remarkable fluency, when she realized the state of being “well-preserved for less than seventy-something” didn’t extend to her knees as she tried to get up. If it was the character flaw she and Scott believed it to be, however, he did not see that it was the worst one he could have, as everyone in his Advanced class was there voluntarily and he did not think he treated his lower-achieving students poorly, so long as they were not disruptive or visibly lacking in effort, specifically because he believed there was a distinction between not enjoying something and not having a touch for it.
 
There was a difference, too, between having a touch for something and having a touch for it the day after returning from a vacation, but John saw this as a much smaller one than the other one was, and had less sympathy for it, especially in the Advanced class. When the time arrived to begin class, he did so promptly.
 
“Hello, everyone,” he said. “I hope you all had a pleasant holiday, but it’s time to get back to work now. If you could open your books to page 457….”
 
He gave them a moment to get that done, and then began to speak again. “As you see, we’re beginning a unit on truth potions. You’ll have two major papers for this unit – an opinion piece, which may be on whether you consider it ethical to use these potions or whether you consider it practical, given their limitations, and a research paper relating to a specific potion. We’ll sort out who gets which potion next week, so I encourage you all to start reading now and deciding what you might find interesting.”
 
He tapped the board with his wand. “For today, we’ll work on one of the milder potions. Its effectiveness is sometimes enhanced by the addition of valerian, which helps lower the subject’s defenses, but this is not strictly necessary, merely recommended.” Which could easily feature into one of the ethics papers, if anyone thought of it, but he left that open for them to pick up on themselves. “The ingredients which are necessary are spine of lionfish, essence of belladonna, dried nettles, sprigs of asphodel, knotgrass, eye of newt, and, most essentially, powdered moonstone.”
 
These words appeared on the board behind him as he spoke, appearing in his handwriting; he had put them up on the board before class and concealed them from sight. It was not his specialty, but he did enjoy charmwork. “Adding all your ingredients will take about half the class period,” he told them. “Then you should begin discussing your first paper topic with your classmates. Be sure to take notes as you do, get your preliminary ideas down on paper before you visit the library. Raise your hands if you require assistance, and begin.”
 
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Autumn Collins, Crotalus

November 18, 2012 5:26 PM
Everyday Autumn was faced with challenges-and she'd never been one to rise to the occasion. She got too stressed about every little detail being perfect and became easily overwhelmed. One little mistake on anything would send her into a panic and when she handed in an assignment, she would worry that it wasn't good enough until she got it back-and even if it came back with a perfect score and met her professor's standards, it still didn't meet her own. Ever. Autumn was a girl from an important pureblood family. That meant she was held to high standards.

Her greatest challenge though, had nothing to do with her studies. She struggled daily with eating. It was one of the simplest things out there for most people, some seemed to even enjoy it, but for the Crotalus, it was near impossible to do without getting upset. All Autumn ever thought about when she did was how big she was getting and how she was just biding her time until she graduated and could start dieting again.

She had no idea exactly how much she weighed-another fact that was driving her crazy-but she knew she was getting bigger and bigger. Autumn's first goal for when she graduated was to get down to 99 pounds. That would be a start.Then maybe someone would want to be betrothed to her and she wouldn't become a fat ugly spinster. The seventh year thought mournfully of how her body had looked before she'd gone into the hospital last time. 85 pounds. Just beginning to look good. Even though Autumn wanted more. She'd never be truly satisfied, never truly thin enough, never perfect enough.

The Crotalus stared up dully as Professor Fawcett began his lecture. She felt tired, sluggish. That was another thing, when she'd been on her diet, Autumn had felt energized. Light and free. In control. Now she felt others were controlling her and she was exhausted from studying for RATS. She needed to do well, a single mistake was unacceptable to her.

Autumn didn't know how much longer she could go on this way. She was so stressed and while she tried to keep her composure in public, in the privacy of her room she would often break down in tears. She was so unhappy all the time, constantly depressed. And anxious. The anxiety Autumn felt daily was overwhelming. The potions and the therapy really didn't help all that much and she didn't like taking them. Needing them made her feel weak, the way eating did, when all she wanted to be was strong.

And she didn't like the sound of this opinion piece. Autumn had never been that comfortable with sharing hers. Girls weren't supposed to be opinionated or strong willed. Plus, if Professor Fawcett was critical of hers and she didn't do well, she'd fall apart. Everything made her fall apart. She wouldn't take it much better if she didn't do well on the research paper either but that wasn't trashing her cherished beliefs. It felt less personal. Less like she was being judged as a person.

Autumn sighed to herself and began to prepare her ingredients, her anxiety mounting already.
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