 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Eloise Whittebrook stepped into the History of Magic classroom and paused for a moment in the doorway before gingerly stepping onto the grass. She hadn't been expecting an outdoorsy setting for her review today as one of the board members, though she supposed she still would have dressed just as professionally. It's just that heels did not always work well on grassy ground.
And she certainly did not disapprove of unconventional teaching methods, as long as it engaged the students and facilitated their learning. But one reason why she was eager to review this class in particular was to see if she could understand why her son failed his History of Magic OWL. Was there something lacking here for the student population?
"Good day, Mrs. Marchand," she greeted the professor with a cordial smile as she passed her, looking for a suitable spot from which to observe the class. She also noticed her son's girlfriend already present and she gave her a warm smile before making her way towards the back of the "room." She conjured herself a chair, not caring to sit on the grass, and pulled out her writing materials as she took a seat. As she jotted down her initial observations, she made note of the chocolate candy readily available for students. Certainly there were healthier alternatives for students' snacks?
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |