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Felixir · 05-25-2015, 06:19 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Even if the kid didn't want to keep eye contact, Sabel didn't look anywhere else. All his attention was focused on the young man across from him, and the words stumbling out of his mouth. It was when he mentioned not being a Dark Wizard that some of his seriousness faded for a slight chuckle.

"No, you are quite far from being a Dark Wizard." He wouldn't say it was impossible for anyone, but he could agree that Fuller-Thompson had a very low probability of becoming one. Or at least, becoming a successful one.

Shaking his head, Sabel gave the kid an understanding smile. "I don't hate you, or think of you as a bad person or student. If you read my rules, you would know that I will not ask you to do something you are uncomfortable doing, or not ready to do just yet. What I teach, is for your benefit. What I ask you to try and attempt, is for your gain. What you chose to learn, however, is your choice."

A different way of teaching than they were used to? Probably. Would Truebridge approved of such an off-the-books approach to what was supposed to be academia? He wasn't sure. What he did know was that the kids needed experience, not grades.

Plucking one of the fireweed plants, Sabel ran it through his hand. "I'm sure you had your reasons for your actions and reactions in class. As did the others who struggled or bowed out." If the boy hadn't noticed, he hadn't been entirely alone in his troubled state. "I can't say I was expecting such a emotionally charged class, but given the nature of patronuses, I should have expected it."

Putting down the flower, he picked up his wand again, tucking it away in his sleeve. "The only time I would get upset at you, Fuller-Thomspon, is if you did something to endanger yourself or another. By disobeying my orders or acting in a foolish nature."

Toby might have taken that as a compliment, were he not so set in his views of what was or was not real when it came to all that stuff. But the way Dakest spoke sort of made it clear that it was a thing that existed that he thought Toby wasn't close to, rather than a thing that didn't exist at all. In spite of himself, Toby glanced at the man warily. He was, at least, able to focus on and feel relieved by the revelation that Dakest didn't hate him

"But," he found himself saying, and it was another of those times when Toby's mouth went ahead and said things without prior permission from his brain. "When you asked me to go in the maze and help people if they needed it, and I told you I'd have made things worse - 'cause I would have, Professor - you... you said...-" Ah yes, and now his brain was making an appearance and getting him to shut up, though a little late for that. No, he wouldn't repeat it. It had been upsetting enough the first time. "-... you seemed angry... upset, whatever. I dunno." Didn't matter. Point was, Toby had invoked it. "And it's not that I don't want to learn it. I mean... I'll never use most of the other stuff in the subject, but patronuses-" were useful, and he'd seen that in action "-I always wanted to be able to conjure one." He wanted to explain, he really did, and something was pushing him forward with it while something else held him back. It was exhausting.

Toby slumped a little where he sat, elbow on one knee, propping his head up with his hand and watching the butterflies swoop around, attracted by the flowers. Just thinking and listening and processing. Occasionally, he would glance back at Dakest.

"I did..." Have reasons for what happened in class, that was. Toby chewed on his lip a moment, considering the professor. "But it's not 'cause I'm not happy. I'm super happy. Really. You can ask anyone, they'll tell you." Okay, maybe not anyone, but Toby had been here long enough that most people at least knew OF him and could give that sort of character reference.

At what WOULD upset Professor Dakest? Ah... uh.. haha. Well. There was a long paused before Toby responded simply with, "............ oh." Oh. It wasn't like he had a track record of any of that stuff in school, and he didn't often disobey orders, but what felt like the memories of a thousand impulsive decisions suddenly seemed to flash before Toby's eyes at that moment. "Okay." NOTED.

Speaking of impulsive decisions, Toby suddenly sat up straighter again, and looked right at Dakest.

"I'd like to tell you. Why it was difficult. The lesson, I mean." He'd said it so suddenly he'd surprised himself, and sort of sat there blinking for a moment, belatedly going through that thought process. "I mean, like... can I? At one point? I-I.. I mean..." Flustered, he was suddenly getting flustered again. Toby mentally cursed himself. Brain, what are you /doing/?

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He wouldn't say it was impossible for anyone, but he could agree that Fuller-Thompson had a very low probability of becoming one. Or at least, becoming a successful one. Shaking his head, Sabel gave the kid an understanding smile. "I don't hate you, or think of you as a bad person or student. If you read my rules, you would know that I will not ask you to do something you are uncomfortable doing, or not ready to do just yet. What I teach, is for your benefit. What I ask you to try and attempt, is for your gain. What you chose to learn, however, is your choice." A different way of teaching than they were used to? Probably. Would Truebridge approved of such an off-the-books approach to what was supposed to be academia? He wasn't sure. What he did know was that the kids needed experience, not grades. Plucking one of the fireweed plants, Sabel ran it through his hand. "I'm sure you had your reasons for your actions and reactions in class. As did the others who struggled or bowed out." If the boy hadn't noticed, he hadn't been entirely alone in his troubled state. "I can't say I was expecting such a emotionally charged class, but given the nature of patronuses, I should have expected it." Putting down the flower, he picked up his wand again, tucking it away in his sleeve. "The only time I would get upset at you, Fuller-Thomspon, is if you did something to endanger yourself or another. By disobeying my orders or acting in a foolish nature." Toby might have taken that as a compliment, were he not so set in his views of what was or was not real when it came to all that stuff. But the way Dakest spoke sort of made it clear that it was a thing that existed that he thought Toby wasn't close to, rather than a thing that didn't exist at all. In spite of himself, Toby glanced at the man warily. He was, at least, able to focus on and feel relieved by the revelation that Dakest didn't hate him "But," he found himself saying, and it was another of those times when Toby's mouth went ahead and said things without prior permission from his brain. *"When you asked me to go in the maze and help people if they needed it, and I told you I'd have made things worse - 'cause I would* have, Professor - you... you said...-" Ah yes, and now his brain was making an appearance and getting him to shut up, though a little late for that. No, he wouldn't repeat it. It had been upsetting enough the first time. "-... you seemed angry... upset, whatever. I dunno." Didn't matter. Point was, Toby had invoked it. "And it's not that I don't want to learn it. I mean... I'll never use most of the other stuff in the subject, but patronuses-" were useful, and he'd seen that in action "-I always wanted to be able to conjure one." He wanted to explain, he really did, and something was pushing him forward with it while something else held him back. It was exhausting. Toby slumped a little where he sat, elbow on one knee, propping his head up with his hand and watching the butterflies swoop around, attracted by the flowers. Just thinking and listening and processing. Occasionally, he would glance back at Dakest. "I did..." Have reasons for what happened in class, that was. Toby chewed on his lip a moment, considering the professor. "But it's not 'cause I'm not happy. I'm super happy. Really. You can ask anyone, they'll tell you."** Okay, maybe not anyone, but Toby had been here long enough that most people at least knew OF him and could give that sort of character reference. At what WOULD upset Professor Dakest? Ah... uh.. haha. Well. There was a long paused before Toby responded simply with, "............ oh." Oh. It wasn't like he had a track record of any of that stuff in school, and he didn't often disobey orders, but what felt like the memories of a thousand impulsive decisions suddenly seemed to flash before Toby's eyes at that moment. "Okay." NOTED. Speaking of impulsive decisions, Toby suddenly sat up straighter again, and looked right at Dakest. "I'd like to tell you. Why it was difficult. The lesson, I mean." He'd said it so suddenly he'd surprised himself, and sort of sat there blinking for a moment, belatedly going through that thought process. "I mean, like... can I? At one point? I-I.. I mean..." Flustered, he was suddenly getting flustered again. Toby mentally cursed himself. Brain, what are you /doing/? __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!