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Anna Banana · 09-05-2018, 02:04 PM

Text Cut: Fletcher and Sergeant Scrimgeour

Quote:

Originally Posted by Calvin Fletcher

Now THIS was how you got a head start on your day. Calvin had been up before the announcement, not ever having been one to sleep in but it was still refreshing. As was the early morning air. Ahhhhh, just smell it. Fresh. Crisp. A real waker upper. Pity the whole day couldn’t be like this.

The man got up from his meditation and made his way out to the pitch. He’d already known more or less that this would be happening and was dressed for the occasion.

“Good morning, all.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think the man was in a chipper mood. What could he say? It did his heart some good to see so many of the students already present and ready for the morning exercise—even if they weren’t really ready—and seeing a few more heading over on his way down was equally uplifting.

There was no need to resist the order. This was how it was meant to be and it pleased him to know that at the very least they could follow the instructions given to them.

The Divination Professor settled somewhere near Scrimgeour, not at all engaging his colleagues. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but he had nothing he wanted to say to them and didn’t think there was need for forced conversation.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour

Was he surprised that an adult was the first to arrive at the pitch? No, not really. In fact, Scrimgeour didn't mind that one bit. He gave the man, whose name he did not know, a nod. In fact, it was a nod of genuine approval since the professor seemed rather eager to lend a hand. "We'll need staff members stationed around the pitch when the students start making their laps. Make sure to give any necessary encouragement should they start slacking," the old man replied.

Speaking of students, the sight of the first few caught his eye. He watched them with observant eyes as they approached, taking note of the ones who were ready to start their character-building and then those who were, to put it quite bluntly, the runts of the pack. Those that greeted him received a nod in return. Those that did not, well, he would whip them into shape in no time at all.

And that included the professors who needed a reminder of who was in charge now, such as that Muggle Studies professor.

"Stewart, is it?" the headmaster asked gruffly in response to her 'greeting.' It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. There were more important things to him than getting someone's name right. "It has come to my attention that you and some of your colleagues did not stand during my speech last night." There was a lengthy pause before he spoke again, casting a glance at the Creatures professor too. He was hearing this, right? "You and those select colleagues, whenever they arrive, can join the students in running laps this morning and set a good example." His order was nonnegotiable. They, honestly, were lucky to still have their jobs.

The same went for the Head Girl, whose badge was on the verge of being revoked. Special treatment for her had come to an end. "There will be no opting out. You will make your laps just like everyone else, whether you run them like the others or have to succumb to walking and end up missing your breakfast. And I will be taking ten points from Ravenclaw for not arriving in proper attire for your exercises."

Without another word, he turned away from the girl and gazed upon the other students that had arrived.

The male Hufflepuff prefect received a look, one that wasn't intimidating. Scrimgeour was actually impressed with the boy's enthusiasm. "Just run. The staff and I will take care of the stragglers. Don't you worry about that."

When he was greeted by the female Hufflepuff prefect, who shook his metal hand and commenting on his eyes. Assertive? He used to be an Auror, so naturally he was. Regardless, all of this was entirely uncalled for. He had to give her credit though: she was showing respect. "Back in ranks."

He then caught sight of the Deputy Head. The old man didn't respond. He simply blinked at the man before addressing the crowd.

"Right then. Let's not waste any more precious time," he grunted at them all. "Every morning at this time you all will be running laps around the pitch. While obligatory, this is not a punishment. In fact, it is for your benefit. Research has shown that morning exercise improves both mental and physical energy. Doing the S.O.R.E. will get your blood flowing, kickstart your brain, ensure you are awake during your lessons, improve classroom performance overall, and build character."

Did they all hear that? There was logic behind all of this, whether they liked having to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn or not.

"You will be making five laps around the pitch. When you are done, you can go rinse off, put on your uniform, and report to the Great Hall for breakfast," Scrimgeour explained. "Those who refuse to complete their S.O.R.E. will lose House points, serve detention, have privileges revoked..." His voice trailed off. They would also find out about the jinx soon enough. He doubted everyone had made it to the pitch, which meant there would be a number of students walking around with boils sprouting and spelling out 'TROLL' across their forehead.

He, directing a nod toward Fletcher, then motioned at the entrance of the pitch with his metal prosthesis. "Begin."

Maddie glanced down at her clothes, which were the closest thing she had to 'running clothes', seeing as she'd been a Quidditch player last school year. Again, she was used to this sort of thing, but did it have to be so often and so early? She didn't see HIM running laps. She glanced up when the Divination professor greeted them. "Good morning," she said, her voice having an uncertainty to it. She still didn't know what to think of this guy. He hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, but it had to be miserable being Scrimgeour's puppet.

Her jaw dropped when the sergeant ordered a few of the professor's to run laps, as well. Could he even do that? She also fought the urge to correct him and add the Professor title to the name Stewart. What a turd this man was. She gave Professor Stewart an apologetic look. So five laps it was, hmm? Maddie sighed softly to herself then took off. As soon as she was a good distance away, she removed a very small folded up piece of parchment from her pocket and re-read what she'd written in a forced handwriting different from her on.

Quote:

The gargoyles have denied Sergeant Scrimgeour access to Headmistress Hawthorne's office. Saw it with my own two eyes. Seems like at least something around this castle isn't liking this change.

Read the note and pass it on...and try not to get caught!

...and this was how a person very slowly starting planting the idea of rebellion into everyone else's minds. "Psst," she said, whispering to the kid beside her. "Here. Take it."

09-05-2018, 02:04 PM	#55 (permalink)
Anna Banana DMC & DMGS Selkie Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 36,512 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Bellerose Slytherin Second Year x1	Anyone can claim the student the note is passed to... Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! \| Hermione's Double \| The Little Three \| Alecate Text Cut: Fletcher and Sergeant Scrimgeour Quote: Originally Posted by Calvin Fletcher Now THIS was how you got a head start on your day. Calvin had been up before the announcement, not ever having been one to sleep in but it was still refreshing. As was the early morning air. Ahhhhh, just smell it. Fresh. Crisp. A real waker upper. Pity the whole day couldn’t be like this. The man got up from his meditation and made his way out to the pitch. He’d already known more or less that this would be happening and was dressed for the occasion. “Good morning, all.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think the man was in a chipper mood. What could he say? It did his heart some good to see so many of the students already present and ready for the morning exercise—even if they weren’t really ready—and seeing a few more heading over on his way down was equally uplifting. There was no need to resist the order. This was how it was meant to be and it pleased him to know that at the very least they could follow the instructions given to them. The Divination Professor settled somewhere near Scrimgeour, not at all engaging his colleagues. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but he had nothing he wanted to say to them and didn’t think there was need for forced conversation. Quote: Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour Was he surprised that an adult was the first to arrive at the pitch? No, not really. In fact, Scrimgeour didn't mind that one bit. He gave the man, whose name he did not know, a nod. In fact, it was a nod of genuine approval since the professor seemed rather eager to lend a hand. *"We'll need staff members stationed around the pitch when the students start making their laps. Make sure to give any necessary encouragement* should they start slacking," the old man replied. Speaking of students, the sight of the first few caught his eye. He watched them with observant eyes as they approached, taking note of the ones who were ready to start their character-building and then those who were, to put it quite bluntly, the runts of the pack. Those that greeted him received a nod in return. Those that did not, well, he would whip them into shape in no time at all. And that included the professors who needed a reminder of who was in charge now, such as that Muggle Studies professor. "Stewart, is it?" the headmaster asked gruffly in response to her 'greeting.' It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. There were more important things to him than getting someone's name right. "It has come to my attention that you and some of your colleagues did not stand during my speech last night." There was a lengthy pause before he spoke again, casting a glance at the Creatures professor too. He was hearing this, right? "You and those select colleagues, whenever they arrive, can join the students in running laps this morning and set a good example." His order was nonnegotiable. They, honestly, were lucky to still have their jobs. The same went for the Head Girl, whose badge was on the verge of being revoked. Special treatment for her had come to an end. "There will be no opting out. You will make your laps just like everyone else, whether you run them like the others or have to succumb to walking and end up missing your breakfast. And I will be taking ten points from Ravenclaw for not arriving in proper attire for your exercises." Without another word, he turned away from the girl and gazed upon the other students that had arrived. The male Hufflepuff prefect received a look, one that wasn't intimidating. Scrimgeour was actually impressed with the boy's enthusiasm. "Just run. The staff and I will take care of the stragglers. Don't you worry about that." When he was greeted by the female Hufflepuff prefect, who shook his metal hand and commenting on his eyes. Assertive? He used to be an Auror, so naturally he was. Regardless, all of this was entirely uncalled for. He had to give her credit though: she was showing respect. "Back in ranks." He then caught sight of the Deputy Head. The old man didn't respond. He simply blinked at the man before addressing the crowd. "Right then. Let's not waste any more precious time," he grunted at them all. "Every morning at this time you all will be running laps around the pitch. While obligatory, this is not a punishment. In fact, it is for your benefit. Research has shown that morning exercise improves both mental and physical energy. Doing the S.O.R.E. will get your blood flowing, kickstart your brain, ensure you are awake during your lessons, improve classroom performance overall, and build character." Did they all hear that? There was logic behind all of this, whether they liked having to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn or not. "You will be making five laps around the pitch. When you are done, you can go rinse off, put on your uniform, and report to the Great Hall for breakfast," Scrimgeour explained. "Those who refuse to complete their S.O.R.E. will lose House points, serve detention, have privileges revoked..." His voice trailed off. They would also find out about the jinx soon enough. He doubted everyone had made it to the pitch, which meant there would be a number of students walking around with boils sprouting and spelling out 'TROLL' across their forehead. He, directing a nod toward Fletcher, then motioned at the entrance of the pitch with his metal prosthesis. "Begin." Maddie glanced down at her clothes, which were the closest thing she had to 'running clothes', seeing as she'd been a Quidditch player last school year. Again, she was used to this sort of thing, but did it have to be so often and so early? She didn't see HIM running laps. She glanced up when the Divination professor greeted them. "Good morning,"** she said, her voice having an uncertainty to it. She still didn't know what to think of this guy. He hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, but it had to be miserable being Scrimgeour's puppet. Her jaw dropped when the sergeant ordered a few of the professor's to run laps, as well. Could he even do that? She also fought the urge to correct him and add the Professor title to the name Stewart. What a turd this man was. She gave Professor Stewart an apologetic look. So five laps it was, hmm? Maddie sighed softly to herself then took off. As soon as she was a good distance away, she removed a very small folded up piece of parchment from her pocket and re-read what she'd written in a forced handwriting different from her on. Quote: The gargoyles have denied Sergeant Scrimgeour access to Headmistress Hawthorne's office. Saw it with my own two eyes. Seems like at least something around this castle isn't liking this change. Read the note and pass it on...and try not to get caught! ...and this was how a person very slowly starting planting the idea of rebellion into everyone else's minds. "Psst," she said, whispering to the kid beside her. "Here. Take it." __________________