Evelyn Stones
July 16, 2021 3:53 PM
No goodbyes, sir. [Professor Wright] by Evelyn Stones
Evelyn was wearing her school robes because every day she did was one of the last times she would, and she knocked on Professor Wright's door with the same feeling of something ending. When the professor let her in, she smiled at him and took a seat before her eyes went to the room around them. She tried to take it all in.RATS were coming up, graduation was coming up, everything was coming up. And yet, it seemed very much as though everything was ending or already behind her. It was hard to imagine the future at all.
"I was so angry and scared to be here the first time I had to come in," she said softly, remembering her insistence that Professor Wright was going to fix her magic and nothing else was wrong. It had turned out not to be the case . . . not at all. "I like it here now," she added, looking at the professor again with a smile. "I'll miss it a lot."
Reaching into her bag, Evelyn retrieved a slip of folded paper and passed it to Professor Wright. Inside was the acceptance letter to the Magical Pathology program at the same university Heinrich attended. "I couldn't have done this if not for you, sir. Thank you for everything," she smiled, feeling misty. "I'll be minoring in Charms."
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Evelyn Stones
No goodbyes, sir. [Professor Wright]
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Grayson Wright
August 02, 2021 11:29 PM
Those would be a bit depressing, and this is cause for celebration. by Grayson Wright
Historically, Evelyn showing her Charms professor letters had not been the most positive of experiences for him. The first time that had happened, he had been horrified to realize a faint glimmer of how very much worse the situation was compared to what he'd thought to start with, and he had not been under the impression it was a great situation to start with. Another time, the stupidity and incompetence of certain bits of the government had almost resulted in swearing in front of a student. More recently, it had been a prelude to the occasion where he'd...slightly threatened someone in public, a bit - an incident which was, as far as he could remember, the only time he'd broken a law in his life.The precedent was not, however, why Professor Wright was slightly reluctant to see the letter he was being passed now. In context, he would have been stunned if it had been another bad thing, or indeed anything other than what it was (the thought that it might be a rejection letter crossed his mind rather less than the thought that something else horrible might have happened). He'd rather expected Evelyn would at some point show him something like this, or verbally relay its contents, despite the lack of any particular official reason for her to do so at this point. That, after all, was the problem - this particular letter was a reminder she'd be leaving soon, and he was going to miss the kid.
This, he thought ruefully, was why it wasn't the best idea to get attached. The whole point of teaching was to render oneself obsolescent. If this was accomplished, the student went along and there was generally a conclusion to the relationship. Not really an ideal situation for forming attachments - and yet, here he was, feeling multiple emotions at once like some kind of Teppenpaw. Bad form, that was....
He put aside his proto-"old man internally grumbling to dodge acknowledging the existence of an interior life" thoughts (he wasn't even really old enough for them, just feeling things, which had never been one of the mental states he was particularly comfortable with) to beam at Evelyn when she added that she'd be minoring in Charms. "You'll be one of the best," he predicted confidently. "In both things. At this point, I doubt there's many things you couldn't do, if you put your mind to it - I'm glad of any way I was able to help, but you did the hard work yourself." He handed her the letter back, then added, "Still, though - if anyone gets in your way - just say the word and - " he flicked his wand at the large container he'd recently repotted his poinsettia tree in, whereupon the clay turned an alarming shade of chartreuse.
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Grayson Wright
Those would be a bit depressing, and this is cause for celebration.
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